Summon Toren (Archangels Creed #3) (21 page)

He considered her words and joined in on her hysterical laughter.

A knock sounded at the door. “Everything okay in there?”

They both zipped their lips at the concerned female voice. Sam. Laughter danced in Ezekiel’s blue eyes. “Yeah, we’re fine.” He smiled and kissed her, managing to settle between her legs.

His hot length met the juncture of her thighs and things suddenly got serious. Skylar opened for him and his brow crimped. “Not here.”

She clamped her legs around him when he tried to move off. “Yes here. Right here.”

“It’s not…good enough or…sanitary.”

She grinned at him. “So you want to go all the way back to the bedroom?”

He lowered his head and kissed the edge of her mouth. “Yes, all the ten steps back.”

She rocked her hips, making his breath catch. “Feels like a hundred with you like this.” She slid her hands to his tight butt and squeezed, suddenly worried. “Are you…disappointed?”

He lifted his head and stared at her. “About?”

She glided her fingers along his back and shrugged a shoulder. “Just…I don’t know…” It was suddenly hard to meet his gaze so she stared at his mouth. “…With me.”

His forehead creased with concern. “Skylar.”

Emotion threatened to overwhelm her at hearing the remorse thick
en his voice. She forced her gaze to his and no matter how hard she tried to keep the tears back, they filled her eyes anyway. “I just…don’t want you to have any regrets or force you to be with somebody—“

“Beautiful? Amazing? Sweet?”

“Pff.” She looked right.

“I’m the one that should be saying all of that. I’m the one unworthy here, not you.”

Shock brought her gaze back to his that he would think that.

“I’m
the nobody here. Torn between two worlds, hated by my mother’s family hated by my father’s family. I thought hated by God all this time but now…”

“Toren—“

“Not Toren. You. You’re the one that changed me. Yes the angel showed me things I may not have seen but he showed me
you.
” He shook his head a little, seeming to struggle for words. “I have never met any…
body
with more passion and love and sympathy and…passion.”

Skylar smiled. “You said passion twice.”

He looked at her mouth. “Yes,” he whispered. “It wasn’t an accident. You are very passionate. I never dreamed I’d ever be blessed with a woman like you.”

She smiled at the giddy feeling his words gave her. “An American woman no less.”

He gave her a cute one sided grin. “No less. Seems I am destined to bring conflict to my family.”

She stroked the span of his shoulders. “Or unity.”

“You think? How?”

“Our offspring will force them to get along like adults."

He nearly snorted. “You have no idea how stubborn my people are.”

“You have no idea how stubborn I am.”

He leaned and kissed her. “Show me.”

“You mean like…force you to make love to me here?”

He deepened the kiss with an approving moan that set those butterflies loose in her stomach. “Yes, that.”

He latched a hand on her jaw and squeezed just enough to show his strength and dominance. Skylar answered him with a squeeze of her legs and tilt of her hips. “Does begging you count?”

By the grunt he gave and thrust of his hips, yes it did.

He paused and put his head on her shoulder, breathing heavy.

“What?” She slid her fingers in his velvety short hair.

“I can’t do it in here. It’s disgusting. And I can’t move like I want.”

She pulled his lips to hers. “Well I can’t have that.”

“Oh thank God.” He kissed her back with a peck and carefully climbed off of her then helped her to her feet. He regarded the fallen shower curtain and stuffed it in the tub
before shrugging a shoulder.

She
grinned and wrapped her sheet around her again and Ezekiel snatched the towel off the bar and wrapped his waist with it.

She regarded how utterly sexy he looked that way. “Kinda skimpy.”

He put a hand on his chest with a grin. “Is that…jealousy I hear?”

“Hell yes it is. I don’t share.”

He grew serious and embraced her. “I don’t either. I promise you. I’m likely to suffocate you.”

“Impossible.”

He sucked on her neck hard enough to light fires in various parts of her body. “We’ll see.”

The challenge was one she’d gladly meet. There was no way the man could over love her. Ever.

As they traipsed back to the bedroom, Skylar wondered where the angel and Sam had gone to. Were they waiting for them to finish in another bedroom? That would be weird. She followed Ezekiel this time and admired the view. Wow. She never dreamed she’d ever get a man so perfect and sexy. For any reason. Ever.

She locked them in the bedroom and turned. Ezekiel was there, pressing his gloriously naked body up against hers, pinning her firmly to the door. “Oh.”

He gripped her lower jaw and turned her head, then sealed his hot mouth to her neck. The rigorous suction he applied and the feel of his tongue swirling on her skin brought a delicious liquid heat into her muscles, nearly incapacitating them. It was only the hunger to have him that kept her from collapsing into a puddle of desire.

His mouth slid up to her ear. “Tell me what you want. How you want it. Command me.”

Command him.

“Please, I…I’m not sure.”

“Neither am I,” she whispered back, just as desperate and lost.

“You seem so sure.” He nibbled along her jaw, his hand now on her breast, pace still hungry.

“So do you.”

“I’m only sure I want you.”

“Me too.” She raised her leg to create more friction where she desperately needed.

“Haven’t you…God I don’t know how to say this.”

“No, I’m not a virgin but that doesn’t mean I know stuff. I never did it for pleasure.”

He gasped and claimed her mouth, lacing his fingers in hers and pinning them to the door next to her head. “Same thing here,” his breath was warm as he nibbled lightly at her lip, “at least not for her pleasure.”

He dipped his head low and sucked her nipple, making Skylar gasp and despise the conversation. “I don’t want to think about you with another woman.”

His tongue was suddenly in her mouth again, his leg pushing up between hers, right into her clit. Skylar moaned and moved her hips to have more of it. “I want it to be perfect.”

God, wasn’t it already? Then she remembered how good it felt when… “Finger me.”

“Yes,” he gasped, immediately obliging.

The way he leaned his head, Skylar couldn’t tell if he needed to see what he was doing or wanted to see. When his finger carefully encountered her folds, she noticed he trembled. Poor thing, he was so nervous.

He finally gasped,
“God, maybe you should be laying down for this.”

Skylar felt bad for finding him adorably sexy in his inexperience. She was happy with the idea she was his first, in this way at least. “I’m kinda glad you don’t know.” She traipsed with confidence to the bed and tossed herself onto it then turned on her side and propped her head on her hand.

He stared at her like she were a mirage come true and Skylar had to giggle from the joy that gave her. To be looked at that way was unthinkable. Like he couldn’t believe she were real and really his. 

It gave her back the courage she’d always pretended to have only now it wasn’t pretend. She got up on her elbows and slowly drew her knees up. When he got to the foot of the bed, she
gradually parted her legs until both touched the bed. Watching his face fill with unrestrained desire was worth all the nerve it cost.

He whispered words in that other language as he climbed on the bed, shaking his head a little. He knelt between her legs and raked his nails over her inner thighs, drawing a shiver from Skylar. Such an unexpected and delicious touch.

Skylar bit her lower lip when her eyes snagged on his massive erection. The memory of it plunging into her, brought a whimper and an involuntary rock of her hips. His finger encountered her open folds and she gasped at his velvety touch.

She gripped the bedcovers as he worked his finger into her in niggling increments, his intense gaze locked on what he was doing. He carefully entered her entirely, his middle finger exploring her inner walls along the way. She cried out and thrust herself into his touch when he reached bottom and flicked his finger while deep. He looked up at her and repeated the motion, and Skylar moaned at how wonderful it felt in that spot.

“Mmm.” Was all he said as he brought his other hand into play. Skylar looked down at the way he splayed his hand over her pelvis and nestled his thumb right on her clit to create a fire that stole her breath.

“Zekiel, yes.” She let her head fall back as the heat moved her hips in slow erotic circles. She knew how nasty it must seem, but she didn’t care. What he made her feel, she wanted. Whatever it looked like, whatever it was, she
wanted
it with all the passion in the world. God no, she wanted
him.
Inside her. Filling her up and kissing her.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

“Are you…praying? Are you okay?”

Toren trembled from the strain of
waiting
for them to
do it
already. “God they’re the slowest creatures on
Earth.”

“What do you mean?”

He pointed at the wall. “Those two, I need them to…” he fisted his hand before pacing again. “…mate already.”

“I don’t understand what’s going on but maybe I can help—”

“No!” He sighed in frustration when she jumped. “Sorry. You… can’t help. You’re part of my problem.” He sat on the bed and put his head in his hands. He wanted to shield himself from what was happening but he needed to be alert and ready for when they finally consummated properly. He never dreamed it’d be so damn hard to endure. Having to
feel
what was going on with Sam in the room was unlike anything he’d ever suffered. 

“I’ve been as quiet as I can, do you need me to leave?”

“God no, I need…” He shut his eyes then jerked away from her soft touch on his bare back.

She flinched and appeared pissed and hurt. “Fine, how about I leave—”

“No, please, it’s not you. I mean…I can hear or feel what they’re doing in there and—”

She gasped. “Oh my God, is that why you…” she aimed her angry gaze at his midsection, “have a massive hard on?”

The incredulous offense in her voice was just the distraction he needed and yet didn’t. “Yes and no.”

“Yes! And! No!”

By the shrill in her voice his answer had equaled blasphemy in her book. “I mean you’re making me want it.”

“Me!” More wrong answers. “I’m just sitting here as quiet as a
goddamn church mouse  trying to be understanding while you pace a hole in the floor getting your rocks off while listening in on them have
sex!”

Toren flashed to the door when she went for it, blocking her path. “It’s not like that, I’m not getting off to that, it’s you I’m getting off to,
I swear my angelic spirit on it.”

His words made more of an impact than he’d expected and Toren didn’t waste time with the upper hand. “Did you forget how badly I want you and need you?” Toren knew he shouldn’t touch her, because of how weak he was, but he had to. Just one stroke on her cheek to remind her what she meant to him.

Toren realized his mistake when Samantha leaned into his fingers with her mouth. He stood helpless as she took his hand and sucked his fingers, reacting to the lethal amount of desire emitting from his pores. If he didn’t stop her, he’d take her hard and fast like a rabid bull any second.

She gasped when he forced the metals in her body to pin her to the wall. As soon as his couple consummated, she was his to do as he pleased. And God would he
ever
do it to her. All. Night. Long.

She watched him pace like an animal before her, desire weighing her eyes to mere slits. “Kiss me Toren.”

He spun away from her, a loud metallic growl shaking the air. Her scent filled the room and he fell to his knees holding his head in his hands. He needed to satisfy her more than he needed satisfaction. He focused his mind on her body and commanded her metals to gather at every pleasure point. Then he lit them up slowly with heat and vibration.

She gave several whimpered moans that grew as he turned the pleasure up, causing the metals to lick hot. At her nipples…her core…her clit. “Oh God yes, yes,” she whispered. “Toren.”

He clenched his eyes, grunting through the torment of needing to taste and touch her with angelic precision and passion. Soon. His couple was close. Maybe five more eternal minutes. He’d finish Sam even though he wanted to build her very slowly. Then he’d do her again. And again. Show her all the pleasure she was capable of.

He couldn’t stand to hear her make those sounds and not see her. He stood before her and watched. Watched her writhe on the wall. He wanted her naked. A mere thought dismantled her clothes and they fell to her feet.

He stepped closer to her, feeling a little stronger with his couple so close. He placed his hands firmly on the wall and leaned in, unable to keep from kissing her parted lips. He watched her like a possessive animal, tasted her tongue and let the smell of her arousal fill his pores until he was nice and dizzy with it. “Come for me.” He licked at her lips, devouring her incessant moans and gasps.

“Toren, Toren, Toren.” Her head thrashed as she called to him, called for him. “I love you.”

The sweet tiny words shattered him in a way he didn’t understand. He fell to his knees before her and buried his mouth in her sex, sucking her clit with desperation. Her explosion came instantly and he released her body, needing to feel her hungry hands on his head as he milked her orgasm with his lips and tongue.

She loved him
.

The mess that made inside his head and body was incalculable, new, and frightening. And Toren didn’t have time to worry over what it all meant. His couple was about to rock his world.

** ** **

Ezekiel felt like it was all a dream. The ones you wake up from and wished you’d never had because it left you with a hunger that could never be fed. She was that dream, real, in his hands. She’d pulled him on top of her then rolled him onto his back and now she sat on his waist, pinning his impossibly hard erection to his stomach. She reminded him of a beautiful angel in an odd way,
with pure passion. There was nothing dirty about the way she moved, twirling her hips, making herself feel good on him.

Ezekiel grabbed a pillow and crammed it under his head, watching what she did. His heart threatened to beat from his chest when she raised up and positioned him at her entrance. She was going to make love to
him.
So perfect.

He fisted his hands in the covers, focusing his breaths so he didn’t embarrass himself and come prematurely. He wanted to let her have her fill first. Please let him last. She lowered her desire sated gaze to his, and kept it locked there as she lowered slowly onto him.

God. Ezekiel gasped and looked longingly at her hard nipples begging for his mouth then moved his attention to the full bottom lip she bit in effort to take him entirely in. Did it hurt her?

“Oh God, yes,” she gasped, closing her eyes.

Ezekiel groaned in answer and flicked his hips shoving all the way inside her. She cried out and grabbed hold of his abs. Shit, he was about to explode. He choked back his orgasm and focused his breathing again. Skylar locked her gaze on his once more and lifted up. Her lips parted in ecstasy as she slowly lowered back down, brows drawn tight over her darkened blue eyes.

Ezekiel clenched his eyes shut so as not to climax just from looking at her.

She gripped his abs tight and began moving in a slow rhythm up and down on him. “Zekiel, yes.”

Fuck. She won, there was no fighting what she was doing to him. He flicked his hips with a growl, quickly losing control. The cry she gave made him insane to hear more just like that. Then she began
playing
with herself. Mother of God, he needed to slow down just to watch that. He growled through the growing storm of ecstasy, willing it back a little longer as she wiggled her finger between her luscious folds. His hips had a mind of their own and continued bucking under her until she bounced on him.

“Come baby,” he gasped, grabbing hold of her waist when his own orgasm rushed forward to consume him.

She finally did. She came all over him in the sweetest cry of ecstasy he’d ever heard, shuddering deliciously on his cock. Ezekiel slammed his hands on her hips, overcome with a barbaric need to ram into her non-stop until he shot his seed deep inside her. Skylar fell forward and the new position freed him to really thrust. Five strokes more and Ezekiel roared his climax and Skylar was right there, fingers raking his scalp and gasping in his mouth, kissing up every drop of desire pouring out of him.

The air in the room suddenly reverberated with a deafening sound of tearing metal followed by blinding light.

Next to the bed, Toren’s body bowed in the air with his arms spread wide, mouth open in a scream that never reached Ezekiel’s ears. He watched as the light seemed to try and rip the angel apart before Toren brought his arms together in a thunderous clap that sent the light in reverse, a supersonic tsunami wave that slammed him and Skylar. He held her tightly to his body, unsure of what was happening but sure that whatever it was, was definitely effecting them.

The light seemed to shatter his molecules
until he felt like he was floating somewhere in another dimension, no longer sure he held Skylar tight in his embrace. That fear was greater than what he felt happening inside him, the hot boiling heat seemed to seal things that shouldn’t be and opened things that should remain forever shut. Then it was gone. All of it. The angel, the light, the pain. And Skylar was in his arms, breathing as heavily as he was. Had the same thing happened to her? When he said he needed to create a warrior…did he mean he’d create it in them?

** ** **

Sam laid on the floor dumbfounded with what just happened, with what Toren had just done, was still doing. He’d pinned her to the wall and seemed to hook all her private parts to an invisible tens unit until she climaxed.

Oh God, she’d said she loved him. What had come over her? And the way it affected him, what did that mean? Was dropping down and sucking the orgasm right out of her how angels said
I love you
back?

And then he’d suddenly flashed out of there, leaving her to fall to the floor in the aftermath. Was he angry? Where did he go? And what the hell was that sound earlier? Like a tornado had ripped off the roof of a huge metal building.

But the most interesting and important question remaining was why couldn’t she move? She’d been mysteriously pinned to the wall before and now she was pinned to the floor. She figured that out when she’d decided not to remain sprawled there like a woman who’d been crucified with pleasure.

Toren suddenly appeared next to her on one knee, head bowed, body heaving and covered in a sheen of sweat. Sweat? She didn’t remember him ever sweating before. “Toren?”

God what was wrong with her voice? She sounded…so frail.
He slowly turned his head toward her and her breath froze at seeing his eyes a brilliant mercury.

She stared into them and became filled with terror at seeing a strange girl in a brown robe with a huge belly. Pain split through her abdomen and she opened her mouth and screamed. Toren stretched his hand toward her and even though she thrashed with her efforts to shred her lungs, there was no sound. What was wrong with her? Oh God. She finally stilled her struggles and gazed at him. Her vision blurred with tears as she mouthed the silent words. “What’s wrong with me…
” 

Toren’s face strained with emotions she couldn’t name as he moved to kneel next to her. He stroked her cheek as his cute face contorted with fear and rage it seemed. And
regret
. “
Thymamai
,” he whispered.

Sam gasped on the sudden cold wind and rain in her lungs. She blinked and realized she flew over an ancient looking building out in the middle of nowhere.
Panic seized her as she soared straight down through the old stone roof and came to hover quietly in the air of a small cement chamber. She stared at a woman on a bed in a brown robe, her belly swollen, screaming in agony. Things blurred and she was in another room with a group of people. She knew these people. She saw Toren on his knees holding the hand of a girl. Sam moved to see better and more tears blurred her vision. It was
her.
Oh God.

She watched as Toren held onto her hand, no, her soul, begging her not to go. To stay.
With him.

The memory of him flooded her body and mind like a tidal wave. Oh God, her
angel.
She had no reason to live apart from
that voice
he’d put in her spirit, that purpose. He’d given her hope and purpose.
He was her purpose.
She watched in awe as she died and her spirit body rose up out of her flesh. And kissed him. Her heart suddenly wanted to burst from her chest at the sweetest memory she’d ever had in all her life.

Why did she forget him?

She looked left and saw strange animals on the floor and the giant creature that resembled them. Sort of. The dots suddenly connected, creating a hideous picture. She’d been raped by that man. She’d had
those things. 
 

Oh God.

“I’m going to cleanse you Samantha,” Toren whispered, standing next to her. Despite the warning in his tone, desire ravaged her body at seeing him fully nude. Sam felt her vocal chords again and gasped like she’d not been able to breathe even though she knew it wasn’t the case.

“Why did I forget you?” It was the one thing she wanted to know. More like
how
could she forget him.

“I wiped your memory.” He knelt between her legs and she felt them sliding open of their own accord. He leaned over her body until his lips were at her ear. “I had to win your heart without angelic influence.”