Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7) (22 page)

She pouted.

“I wish to play with you too,” she said, the innocence and bluntness in her words making him smile.

“Later,” he murmured and she released him. “I thought you wanted this?”

He took hold of his cock, lowered his hips and rubbed the head down between her folds, over her sensitive flesh. She moaned and rocked her hips upwards and he gave her more, teasing her by stroking up and down before almost nudging inside her.

“Nevar,” she whispered and tangled her hands in her hair, tugging it free from the pins that held it. “Please.”

He couldn’t deny her. He didn’t think he ever would be able to when she asked him so sweetly.

He dropped his hips and groaned as he eased into her hot wet sheath inch by inch, refusing to rush this joining. He wanted to savour it this time and the way she reacted, her body flexing around his, drawing him in deeper. When he reached as deep as he could go, he leaned above her on one elbow and clutched her right hip, pulling it off the velvet blanket, and slid deeper still.

She moaned and trembled beneath his fingers.

He would do things right this time.

He kissed her as he slowly rocked into her, keeping the pace between them even and steady, long strokes that had him almost coming free of her before he drove back inside as deep as he could go, his pelvis brushing her sensitive flesh. She moaned and clutched his shoulders, her short claws digging into his skin, leaving marks for him to remember this moment by.

She tried to shift her hips and he held her firm, keeping her at his mercy but increasing his pace to give her what she needed. She moaned into his mouth, the sweet sound encouraging him to go faster, and he resisted the temptation to do what she wanted this time. He curled his hand around her shoulder and maintained his pace, until she was moaning with each long slide of his cock into her and each meeting of their bodies and he was too.

His balls tightened, drawing up as shivers raced down his length each time he reached as deep as he could go. She arched into him, pressing her breasts against his chest, and clawed at his shoulders.

“Nevar.”

He obeyed her, could feel how close she was as she clenched and unclenched him, desperation flowing from her and into him. He kissed down her jaw to her throat and buried his face against her neck, licking and kissing it as he finally quickened his pace. She tilted her head to one side and he fought the change that came over him, keeping his fangs at bay as he kissed her throat, feeling her pulse hammering against his lips.

Her claws sliced into his back and the scent of blood filled the air.

Nevar grunted and his fangs dropped.

He closed his mouth and pulled away from her throat, pressing his forehead against her temple as he thrust harder. Release coiled at the base of his length and he groaned as he felt the beginnings of her climax.

She moaned into his ear, a beautiful sound drenched with pleasure, and her body convulsed against his, her sheath fluttering and pulsing around his length, drawing him deeper into her. He growled against her cheek and screwed his eyes shut as he joined her, his cock throbbing and spilling his seed inside her as her body continued to milk him.

She slowly relaxed beneath him and he sagged against her, breathing hard against her face as he fought to slow his racing heart and hot shivers tripped through him, making his knees shake.

Lysia tilted her head and pressed kisses to his cheek, moving towards his mouth. He eased himself up and kissed her, savouring the softness of it and the warm glow running through every inch of him, and the feel of her beneath him, satisfied because of him.

She was right and he had needed this more than he had needed to speak with everyone. He had needed a moment alone with her, lost in her, and seeing that she wasn’t going to turn her back on him because of what he had told her. He had shown her the darkest part of himself and she had stayed with him, her feelings constant and unswerving.

He couldn’t thank her enough for that.

He had felt that he had lost everything, but she had given him back something.

She had given him hope.

He hadn’t realised how much he had needed it, but he knew how much he needed her.

Let Heaven and Hell come.

He would never let them take her from him.

She belonged to him now and he was going to fight for their future.

I
t was getting dark by the time Nevar reappeared with Lysia in tow. Erin finished closing the snaps on Dante’s black modified romper suit that allowed his tufts of wing feathers to stick out of the back and bounced him in her arms as he gurgled. She tried to contain her smile as she watched Nevar approaching the fire where everyone sat discussing the woman firmly attached to his hand. It appeared her former guardian angel had been busy today, picking up where he had left off last night if she had to guess.

She wasn’t the only one who had noticed that the relationship between Nevar and Lysia had definitely altered overnight, or the only one who had been subjected to a little TMI moment when settling Dante down for the night.

Veiron had muttered things about keeping the noise down, a touch of jealousy in his tone and gruff behaviour as he had tidied their small home on the island. Erin had caught her big oaf around his waist and shown him that he had zero reason to be jealous of Nevar, because she was still playing catch up in the down and dirty stakes after the last few months of her pregnancy and the early days of Dante being around.

She let her smile out when she thought about how they had probably given every other couple on the island a little TMI moment last night too.

Well, it was more like three TMI moments, but who was counting?

She had the sneaking suspicion Veiron was as he eyed the couple heading towards them, his dark scarlet eyebrows meeting above near-black eyes edged with a corona of fire. She knew that look and heated to a thousand degrees as he slid his gaze towards her and narrowed it on her, slowly raking it down the length of her body and setting her on fire. Her smile turned wicked.

Dante threw up on her shoulder and she grimaced as it ran down her back.

It hadn’t taken long after finally getting him out into the world for her to realise that her son had a jealous streak as wide and deep as his father.

She had figured it out when he had cried every single time she had started kissing Veiron, and had shut up whenever she had stopped.

“Who’s a little mummy’s boy?” she murmured to him as Veiron came over to her, produced a cloth out of thin air and wiped the sick off her shoulder.

Dante giggled.

“Laugh all you want, Kiddo… won’t change a thing… it’s still bed time for you, and mummy time for me.” Veiron grinned as Dante’s laughter died and then grimaced as he unleashed a high-pitched wail.

“Gee, thanks for that.” Erin struggled to contain Dante as he wriggled and kicked, crying at the top of his lungs, which was about the same volume and pitch required to burst eardrums.

Apollyon muttered something to Serenity about a spell to block his ears.

Erin shot him a glare. “You want to hold him, Uncle Apollyon? It can be arranged.”

The dark angel’s face paled, his blue eyes round and filled with fear as he eyed her squirming child. It was rare to see him afraid of something, and that it was her kid who had inspired fear in him had her torn between feeling affronted and laughing.

“Can I?” Asmodeus stood and she stared at him blankly, unsure how to respond to that or whether she had even heard him correctly.

Veiron stared at him too, his hand paused with the cloth resting against her back.

Erin shook herself. “Um… if you really want to… I mean, if you think your brain can handle the noise.”

She wasn’t sure how Dante would react to being held by a person other than her, Veiron or Amelia. No one else had dared to pick him up or give him a cuddle.

Asmodeus approached with confidence that faltered the moment he held his hands out and she planted Dante into them. He stared down at the wailing boy, holding him at arm’s length in front of him.

Erin waited to see how Dante would react, her breath lodged in her throat.

“Hello,” Asmodeus said, a quaver in his deep voice, and finally drew Dante closer to him, holding him higher in the air at the same time, so they were face to face and just inches apart.

Erin really hoped that Dante didn’t throw up on him. She wasn’t sure how the angel would react to it if he did. She was still struggling to process the fact that Asmodeus had been the first to actually ask to hold her baby. She had never given Amelia a choice. She had forced Dante upon her just a few days after his birth so she could get a picture of them to send to their father. Well, Amelia’s father and her adoptive father. The man who deserved that title more than the Devil did because he had raised and protected her.

She moved a little closer, just in case Dante did something that made Asmodeus react badly, hovering to the side of them.

Dante opened his eyes and instantly quieted as he stared up into Asmodeus’s golden ones.

They looked so alike that it was uncanny, but then she supposed she looked a lot like Asmodeus too, because they both looked like her real father, the Devil.

Dante laughed and bounced, kicking his legs with enthusiasm. His little hands reached for Asmodeus.

“Holy hell!” Erin looked around to make sure everyone was seeing this. Dante had never reacted like this to Amelia. He normally kicked up a royal fuss whenever Amelia held him. Her little tyke had a thing for the so-called King of Demons, an angel born of evil. She probably should have guessed the two of them would get along like a house on fire. “You are so babysitting when we need a break from him. Sucker.”

Asmodeus’s eyes widened and he looked as if he wanted to hand Dante back to her.

“Nu-huh. No way.” Erin stepped backwards. “You walked into this one and you have to deal with it. Look at how much he loves his Uncle Asmodeus!”

Dante bounced harder, frantically kicking and reaching for Asmodeus.

“Give him a cuddle,” Veiron said, all darkness and menace, and the picture of fatherhood.

She smiled at him, catching the glower in his crimson-edged eyes.

He would probably tear Asmodeus a new one if he refused.

Asmodeus drew the boy into the cradle of his arms, holding him in the curve of his left one, tucked against his bare chest. He stared down at Dante, a look of absorbed fascination on his face. When he offered Dante his right hand, the boy took it and played with his fingers. Asmodeus lifted his gaze and smiled at Erin.

She had never seen him so happy.

Why?

His focus shifted to Liora where she sat beside Serenity on a log in front of the fire. Liora smiled, her hazel eyes bright with it, stood and came to him. She held her hand up near Dante and ribbons of purple swirled around her fingers, illuminating his face and Asmodeus as she formed them into animal shapes with her magic.

They were definitely on babysitting duty the moment she needed some adult time with Veiron.

Veiron finished cleaning her back for her, dipped his head to her ear and stepped into her, so his front pressed to her back, his bare chest warm against the patches of skin exposed by her tank top.

“You should probably change,” he husked and she shivered in response, aching all over at the thought of taking him back to their hut.

She was on the verge of agreeing when Nevar reached them and tossed Asmodeus a strange look. What did he know that she didn’t? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him but he spoke before she could get her question out.

“Lysia remembered part of what happened to her.”

Everyone stood and looked at the woman in question, and she stood her ground, not faltering under the intense stares of everyone present.

“It was a war between Heaven and Hell on the mortal plane. Something happened and she awakened.” Nevar slid his jade gaze towards Amelia. “I think Lysia is like you were. She hasn’t awakened yet… something will happen to trigger her into awakening.”

“Like her death?” Amelia said with a flicker of concern in her silver eyes.

He shrugged his bare shoulders, drawing Erin’s attention to them and the long red marks that now streaked them from his back to the tops of his shoulders. His focus darted back to her and she looked away, giving Dante her attention as he gurgled in Asmodeus’s arms, his golden eyes still watching the animals Liora was forming and controlling with her magic.

Erin had to bite down hard on her tongue to stop herself from letting out every teasing remark that sprang to the tip of it. She had noticed the bite mark on Nevar’s neck when she had been with Lysia this morning, but these new marks were something else. As tempting as it was to mention them, she resisted. Nevar was already sensitive enough about his appearance, especially when it came to her opinion about it. If she dared mention the trophies of his broad daylight down and dirty session with Lysia, he would probably flip and leave again.

Although, she wasn’t sure he could bring himself to leave. The way he was holding on to Lysia’s hand, his fingers linked with hers, and hadn’t let her stray more than a few inches from his side, spoke of protectiveness, a trait that seemed to run deep in all angels where their women were concerned.

She only had to look around the island to see the proof of their passion for protecting their women.

Asmodeus and Liora were practically hip-to-hip as they entertained Dante, and Asmodeus’s golden gaze kept flickering to her, warming whenever it did and he studied her playing with Dante.

Apollyon had Serenity tucked beneath his arm, her head resting against his bare chest. Amelia and Marcus held hands beside them. Einar and Taylor were nestled close to each other too, his arm around her waist and her back against his front.

Veiron stood in the same position with her, his hands on her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder.

Erin was glad that Nevar had found someone to protect. She hoped that it would give him a reason to remain strong and keep on track with his recovery, and that Lysia would encourage him whenever he faltered and help him along the way. He already seemed different to Erin, more like the man she had first met all those long months ago in London. A touch of pride was back in his eyes, confidence he had lacked over the last few times she had seen him.