37
The Angel

 

 

 

ThunderSong set the course toward the planet of Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy to hunt down the Dark Lord Atlas at warp speed.

In my vast bed, I held Fiammetta in my arms, watching her sleep.

Her head rested on my chest, her soft, warm body on my feathers. Her chest rose and fell, her breath even and serene.

This was our first morning together in my ship.

I inhaled her scent, feminine and fierce, ice and fire and storm.

My witch was one of a kind.

My cock was so hard for her, but I’d let her sleep, until she woke up. Then I’d fuck her.

I felt the flutter of her lush eyelashes against my chest. She was waking up.

Fia let out a sigh and turned her face from my chest.

For a second, she seemed to freeze, trying to orientate herself.

Please don’t let her forget me again.

“Baby?” I called.

She didn’t answer, her gaze on me blank and icy.

“It’s me, Gabriel, your mate.”

“I kind of remember you,” she said, her beautiful gray eyes warming and sparkling with mischievous and desire. “The details are vague though.”

“What details do you want me to fill in?” I asked hoarsely, lust burning in me.

My cock jerked with such urgent need that I had to pump it a few times, my other hand cupping my female’s breast, caressing it eagerly.

“I can show you and make you remember every detail,” I said as I rolled her over. The next, I was on top of her, thrusting into her.

Her pussy gloved my cock tightly and pulled me into her sweet depth like an irresistible magnet; her silky softness, tightness, and warmth were any male’s heaven.

She was mine.

I kept thrusting into her, harder and faster. She moaned and sobbed, her fingernails raking across my back in her passion. When I made her come so hard and pumped my seed into hers, I immediately wanted to fuck her again.

No one could make my blood heat like this, no one made my heart beat so fiercely and tenderly at the same time, and no one made me come so hard.

I brushed her sweat-soaked, raven-black hair from her face and kissed her. “I love you, Athena Fiammetta Faya, my wife, my forever mate.”

Her eyes brightened to silver, then turned golden, as flames lit in them.

“Your First Officer mentioned again how powerful the Fey girl is,” she said.

“Why do I keep forgetting to fire him?”

“Is she, Gabriel?”

I sighed. I didn’t like where this was going, but I couldn’t lie to my mate.

“Rose has Earth elemental magic. It was Atlas’ fatal mistake going after her. It took Seth a long time to figure out she was his fated mate. It took me a while as well to realize you belong to me.”

I was trying to sidetrack her by subtly shifting the focus. I hoped it worked.

She gave me a coy smile. “Do you know a powerful witch like me can actually siphon another witch’s magic? The Dark Lord isn’t the only one who can do that.”

“You aren’t thinking—”

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”

“That’s a very bad idea, Fia!”

“Why can it be so bad? Don’t you want your mate to be the most powerful witch in the universe?”

“Even if you had no magic at all, I’d love you just the same. Seth and I are like brothers. And he’s paranoid when it comes to Rose’s safety.”

“I believe we can take him down.”

“Fia!”

“And about our wedding—” she said, expecting me to chime in, as she caressed my wings with cool fingers. She really knew how to ruffle my feathers the right way.

I sucked in a breath at the sensation. “I thought all you wanted is the ring.”

Fiammetta stared at me in utter horror.

“Fine,” I sighed. “We’ll throw the most spectacular wedding when we get to our home by the violet sea.”

Light glinted in her silvery eyes, and the flames in them ebbed. She smiled in satisfaction.

Why did I expect otherwise?

My mate was the Wickedest Witch in the universe, after all.

The witch rolled me off and straddled me, her hands pinning my wings with fire of rainbows.

“Now it’s my turn to fuck you however I want, Archangel. And I love and lust after you equally.”

 

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