Summon Toren (Archangels Creed #3) (22 page)

Her heart hammered at his words. “And you think you have?” Her voice was hoarse like she’d shredded it.

He nuzzled along her cheek with soft lips then up across her forehead. “Yes.”

She tried to recall that nightmare she’d lived until her heart thundered in her chest. “I don’t remember the bad even though I remember it. It’s weird.”

“Because I’ve won your heart.” He lowered his body so that his chest brushed hers, drawing a light whimper from her.

But it was his words that made her tummy tickle and flip-flop. What they meant. “You sound so sure.”

He continued his kisses along the other side of her face and ended at her ear. “I am.”

A delicious shudder rode her spine at the heat of his breath and the surety of his tone. She gasped at feeling his thick arousal at her entrance. “Why am I tied down if you’ve won me?”

He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “For your protection.”

She swallowed. “Should I pray?”

A low growl seemed to emit from his pores as he pushed her face aside with his and nibbled at her neck. “That would be a major turn on for me.”

Lord his words made her horny out of her mind. “Should I be scared then?”

“Never.”

“Then why…why did you say it like that?”

“Like what?” His mouth slowly descended toward her breasts.

“I’m going to cleanse you,” Sam repeated the way he’d said it.

“Did I really sound that scary?” Genuine curiosity tinged his deep voice as he circled her nipple with his hot tongue.

“Jesus,” she gasped.

He gave another one of those growls that came across a lot like a purr of satisfaction followed by a nibble on her nipple that shot fire through her.

“When…I mean how…do you clean me?”

He switched breasts and nearly made her forget her question along with her name. Then he leisurely moved to her mouth and kissed her like there was no tomorrow, his tongue a possessive heat along hers all rough and demanding.

He finally broke the kiss and she gasped while staring into his eyes. “Oh God,” she whimpered when he stroked his hard erection along her entrance. “You’re going to…make love to me?”

He closed his eyes like her words hurt him then stroked his face along hers. “Yes,” he whispered. His beautiful voice thickened with things she didn’t quite understand. But she was sure she liked. “Tell me again, Samantha,” he croaked at her ear.

Her heart raced at what he meant. At knowing what he meant. “Tell you what?” Why she had to pretend she didn’t know, she wasn’t sure. 

“It’s not the same if I tell you what I want you to say.”

“What, that I love you?”

Despite her nonchalance, Toren paused and stared at her. The intent look in his gaze seared her clear to her soul until she gasped from it. “Say it again.”

His voice was barely audible and yet her every pore reverberated with the soft beg. She swallowed for courage, not really sure why she hesitated. Did she really love him?

She considered everything about him. And her. How he treated her. How he made her feel. How he cared about her. Wanted her. But did he love her? She was sure he did, but…

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her with a careful tenderness. “You know I do,” he whispered softly.

“I want to hear it.”

He pulled up and stared at her until she worried it was all too good to be true. “I love you. More than you will ever fathom.”

Tears immediately spilled from her eyes and she gasped, “Can’t you…let me touch you?”

He let her loose and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his massive body, pressing her lips into his strong warm shoulder. “I love you. From the first day I saw you, God yes, I love you. Thank you for saving me.” She sobbed in his neck. “I love you, I love you.”

He stole her breath with a kiss and drove his cock into her in one smooth motion. Sam cried out a
nd arched her body into the all-consuming sensation of him filling her up so perfectly and completely. She clutched him to her, not able to get him close enough to her, not wanting to ever be not as they were in that second. Joined entirely. Toren remained buried deep inside her, his mouth at her ear, filling her mind and heart with his labored shaky breaths.

“You’re mine. Forever.” His cock throbbed inside her and Sam suddenly needed him to really make love to her.

She tilted her hips and he gasped in her ear. Sliding her hands down his corded slick back, she dug her fingers into the muscle of his perfect butt, pressing him. She suddenly understood his intentions and purpose. And she felt the power in his body, poised on standby. For her. All for her this power. To cherish her, protect her.

As soon as she became aware of that, she became aware of the other.

She gasped when Toren seemed to nail her every pore to the floor and went very still with a low growl. “It’s time.”

“Oh God, hurry, clean me, clean me!”

Sam felt the darkness inside her multiplying at an alarming rate, quickly latching on to her insides like a seamless glove slipping over her soul and suffocating her.

He pulled out and slammed his cock back in her and the evil shattered with a grinding screech in her head. She struggled to reach for him, needing to hold on, but he still had her bound. “I got you baby, you’re safe. He can’t have you,” he gasped next to her face. “You’re all mine.”

“Toren,” she whispered, terrified at feeling that demon’s presence. “I’m scared.”

Toren growled and began moving in and out of her, every stroke shattering the darkness until all she knew was him. Toren’s
breath in her ear, his hardness filling her entirely, hitting her core and showering her body in hot sparks.

He lifted his upper body and watched her breasts move to the vigorous pumps of his hips.

She could only open her mouth in astonishment at the ecstasy he devastated her body with. She let loose her cry when he threw his head back and bared his teeth, the muscles and veins in his neck bulging with a deep metallic grow. He was coming. Oh God, yes. He cut her restraints loose and fell on her. Sam wrapped him in her arms and legs, feeling his orgasm grip his powerful body.

“Oh God, God, Father!” The strained cry sounded devastated with rapture, shock, and unspeakable joy. The sound of an angel’s first time being a real man.
But it was the ultimate shattering inside her that tore through her with an uncompromising force. His soul binding to hers, breaking that demon’s hold with absolution.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

“What in God’s name is going on in there?” Skylar whispered, looking at the wall.

Ezekiel snuggled into her breasts with a moan of
who cares.

“I hope Sam’s okay.”

Ezekiel grunted lightly. “I hope that angel’s okay. That woman seems like quite a handful.”

“Do you feel any different? I mean after that angel came in here like that? Wasn’t he supposed to make some kind of warrior? Did I miss something?”

“I don’t know.” He snuggled into her boob with his nose and mouth.

“You don’t seem very bothered by all of this.”

He finally looked up at her with casual concern. “What am I supposed to say? The…man if we can call him that, pulled my heart out of my chest and put it back, that kind of gets nominated for the biggest
wow
moment ever. For me at least.”

“I liked to
fainted when he did that.”

He smiled at her and leaned up for her lips. “You tried to save my life when you thought he was strangling the shit out of me too.”

“Thought! He was. I mean yes you were an ass, but I didn’t want you dead. Jesus.”

He moved higher so he could kiss her more thoroughly. She moaned when he got bold and pushed her lips open with his and snaked his tongue in her mouth. “I like when you kissed me like that.”

“Did you know…I have a kissing phobia?”

She moaned more when his hand found its way between her legs as his lips trailed to her jaw. “W-why, you don’t seem…”

“When I was seven,” he kissed his way to her ear, “they punished me with a black sack over my head.”

Her stomach knotted and she grabbed his head and pulled his face to hers
, staring at him. “They, who?”

He stared into her troubled gaze with an eerie peace. “The soldiers in charge of the new recruits.”

“New recruits? Seven?”

He studied her face, seeming oblivious to the horror of his own words. “You have freckles.”

Skylar’s heart ached at his calm behavior. “The sun likes me,” she whispered, running her thumb along his rough jaw.

He smiled and kissed her lips softly. “I like you too. A lot.”

Her heart pounded furiously with sudden realization of her true feelings. Feelings she had no business having for somebody she hardly knew. But there was such a connection there, it was undeniable and deep. Maybe fated even though she never believed in such a thing. 

He seemed to sense her struggle and looked into her gaze. His blue eyes pierced her heart, dark and pensive in the shadows cast by the setting sun of the suites lone window. “Talk to me.”

His whisper strained with need. The need to hear her. Understand her. The need to be trusted, needed, desired. His searching blue eyes confirmed it all, along with the gentle touch of his fingers on her jaw. She fought for courage to say it. “I…”

He sat there, silently begging her, encouraging her to speak her feelings to him.

“I…I’m scared.”

The tiniest frown appeared between his perfect brows. “Please…don’t say that.”

“Not…of you, of my feelings.”

He seemed upset still that she should be afraid of anything. “You’re safe baby.”

The sweet term of endearment broke through her fears and she gasped on the growing emotions she had for him. “I just…” she huffed in frustration, looking at the ceiling. “Why is this so hard, they’re just words for cryin’ out loud?”

He leaned and nibbled extra softly at her jaw. “Say it.”

The broken need in his voice stabbed at her, filling her with a fierce need to protect him. “I love you. That’s what,” she said softly.

He gasped, a burst of warm joy at her ear. He settled between her legs and pushed his erection against her sex. “You love me,” he repeated, his voice a shaky whisper as his mouth found her neck with a startling hunger.

Need erupted in her body and heart and she reached between them and placed him at her entrance. “Yes. I love you.”

He let out a groan and moved his passionate kisses to her mouth. “You love me,” he whispered.

“Yes, yes.” She opened her legs wide for him and he sheathed his cock inside her in one glorious, hard thrust. She cried out and arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest.

He began moving in and out of her, his hands latched to her shoulders, keeping her from sliding with his dominant thrusts as he repeated the words
you love me,
as though he couldn’t believe it
.

“God yes, I love you, I love you.”
She grabbed his face and kissed him, their cries mingling louder as his thrusts quickened to an overwhelming frenzy.

He buried his face in her shoulder as his orgasm took hold of him and Skylar felt as if something broke loose inside her body right at her core. The feeling was unlike anything she’d experienced and she wasn’t sure if she’d just peed everywhere. The intense pleasure stole her breath and she vaguely became aware of Ezekiel’s words. “
I love you, I love you.”

When she opened her eyes, Skylar wasn’t sure what had happened, like she’d lost track of time or time lost track of her. She became aware of her labored breaths, and Ezekiel’s too. Wow. What a ride, what a crazy wonderful
ride!
Skylar gushed a laugh and Ezekiel kept his head on her shoulder, trying to get his wind.

“What?”

She closed her eyes stroking his delicious back. “What! Oh. My. God. I think…something happened to me, like good but weird.”

He gasped a laugh on her shoulder. “Good but weird…I guess that’s acceptable.”

She choked on incredulity at considering and remembering what it felt like. “I think…I had an orgasm. I mean a real one.”

He lifted his head and looked at her with disturbed brows. “And what did you have before the real one?”

Her mouth gaped open in astonished joy. “A real one but this one was…different real.”

He quirked his brow and chuckled with his eyes closed. “Different real?”

“Yes like from
inside
real.”

His brows raised. “You mean…from another place besides your…clitoris?”

She nodded rapidly. “Yes, inside. Deep inside where you hit when you go deep.”

He was still buried inside her and her breath caught at the jerking of his cock. “I like going deep.”

“Oh God.” She grabbed his butt and squeezed. “I love it too, it’s…overwhelming and…delicious. For somebody inexperienced you sure are good at this love making thing.”

“It’s you,” he said.

“Me? No, no. Can’t be me.”

“Yes
, it can. You make me…feel like a real man.”

Her heart melted right in her chest. “Awwwww, that’s so sweeeeet!”

“It’s just true.” His voice was rough like he didn’t like being babied.

She smiled, feeling mischievous. “You’re my little sweet heart who is so sweet and lovable.” She pinched his cheek and he pushed her hand off, making her laugh and roll on top of him. She sat on his waist and grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed. “Don’t be shy my little Zekiel.”

He looked at her breasts with a grin then where her sex made contact on his abs. “God woman,” he gasped. “You look so fucking good.”

Sky suc
ked in a breath. “You said the F word.”

He gave her a heart stopping sexy grin. “
Fuck? That hurts your little ears?”

She gave him a mysterious glinty gaze. “Mayyyybe.”

He slid his hands along her waist. “I feel like I can fuck you all night long. Is that bad?”

Skylar held his abs with her hands and twirled her hips so that his abs pressed against her clit. “I wonder what it would feel like to…” Skylar bit her lip at her daring idea.

He locked a hard gaze on her. “Don’t stop. Tell me. I have this fantasy you know.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “You do?”

He bit his lower lip and watched her continue to pleasure herself on his muscular stomach. “I fantasized about you putting your pretty little lips…” he raised his eyes to hers, “right on my mouth.”

The image of her doing that flashed real as life in her mind and she gasped, making him smile then grow quite serious.

“Will you do it? Sit on my face?”

Skylar’s head nodded of its own accord. “Yes,” she whispered. “As long as you…do the same for me.”

His face grew rigid with desire as he seemed to think on that. His eyes rolled closed and his brows pinched in silent ecstasy of the idea. “Let’s go shower.”

** ** **

Toren wrapped Sam in his arms and rolled over so that she laid on top of him, his cock still buried to the hilt. He held her tight to his body until her heart rate slowed to extremely calm and all her levels were accounted for. Now that she was one with him, he had full reign of truly being in touch with her body and mind. He nestled his mouth in her neck and kissed her tenderly, cooing soft sounds to her. She was his. Toren never dreamed in all eternity that he could be any more happy. Never dreamed being one with a human could feel so…utterly completing.

“Am I clean?” she whispered, her voice sounding tired.

He stroked her back and perfect ass. “Yes angel. You’re clean.”

She lifted her head and looked at him, concern in her eyes. “How do you feel, did you…did you make your warrior thing?”

He grinned at her cute word choice. “I think so.”

She looked around. “I mean…is he here?”

He chuckled. “Yes. He is.”

“Where?”

“You’re laying on him.”

Her eyes widened. “You?”

“Yes, me.”

She appeared thoroughly confused then angled her head
toward the wall. “Is that…
music
I hear?”

“I think they’re trying to drown out our noise.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and Toren grinned and squeezed her slim waist, loving how perfect she was in his hands. Delicate.

“Sit up. Let me look at you in your wedding jewelry.”

She sat up and looked down. “Wedding jewelry? Oh my God,” she gasped, looking from her rings to him. “You? How’d you?”

He grinned, admiring his handy work. “I just used the metals in your body.”

She gave an incredulous laugh. “Oh. My. God.”

His cock jumped and she gave a tiny yelp. She always had that effect on him when she spoke His name, even in passing. What many would call vain. But not to him. With her, no matter how she said it, it wasn’t vain.

“They’re like…tattoos, oh my
God
they’re
beautiful,
look at the detail and design!
”

“Yes. They say—”

“They
say
?” Elation widened her eyes and Toren grinned.

“They say:
You’re my heaven on earth.”

She sucked in a long breath of awe like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever heard.
“
They say that?”

He smiled at her, his heart overflowing with love. “Yes. But in another language.”

“Maybe it should just read
it’s complicated.”

He studied her body, running his hands up her sides, loving everything about her. “It’s not complicated at all. It’s perfectly.”

She looked at the rings on her body. “How many rings did you give me? Wow.”

“The number of perfection. Seven.”

She counted the two on her ankles, the two on her wrists, the weave on her wedding finger, the one around her waist then glanced at him. “Where’s the seventh?”

He touched the delicate silver woven ring around her neck. “Here.”

She reached up and fingered it, giddy laughter bubbling out of her. “Wow.”

Toren was ready to make love to her again at having her joy penetrate his pores until it stole his breath. He covered her breasts with both hands. Perfect fit.

She placed her hands on his and he admired that view too. “Tell me what it says. I mean in the other language.”

With great effort, he moved his eyes from her breasts to meet her wide blue gaze. “
Eísai o ouranós mou sti̱ gi̱
.”

The words glided off his tongue like soft silk. Speaking them made him thrust his hips, pushing at things inside her that drew a beautiful moan and caused her to bite her lip.

“That…sounded beautiful.”

She examined the weave on her ring finger and turned her hand over. “Why does it only go halfway around?”

Toren lifted his own hand and showed her the matching ring on his own finger, then he held his hand up and placed her palm on his. When their ring fingers came together, the weaves glowed.

She sucked in a sharp breath of sheer delight, laughing happily. “Oh! My! God!”

His cock jerked again.