4
The Witch

 

 

 

The biting wind whipping by us couldn’t cool the heat in my blood.

The Angel hovered in the air, his wings expanding over fifteen feet and flapping, synchronizing with his thrusts. That was the most erotic sensation I’d experienced.

I suppressed a moan as a sudden dark thought occurred to me.

“Done this a lot?” I asked coldly.

“Jealous?” he chuckled.

What would happen if I slammed my ice and storm at his face? It wouldn’t do me any good, either. If he dropped, I’d suffer more.

“I like that you’re jealous, Fia,” he said. “You’re my one and only. You’ve erased everyone.” Then his face turned wistful, as if he’d thought of something, but whatever it was he didn’t say it.

“I can’t remember them,” I said, tilting my head to gaze up at him. “I was the heir to the throne in an empire. I had to have a harem, probably a large one.”

He snarled, his green eyes darkening with jealous fire. “They’re dismissed, or they’ll suffer my wrath. I won’t allow anyone to touch you. The only cock you can have, and will have, is mine. And I, alone, can meet your insatiable, carnal need!”

He slammed his cock into me again with such force that I gasped. Despite that he was trying to make a point, pleasure rocked me. He pulled out and drove back into my heat, his need urgent and savage.

My Archangel was possessive, but there was no need for us to be jealous of each other’s past. Somehow the mating fever was pushing us to a new level and making us unreasonable.

“You’re mine!” he growled, primal lust twisting his perfect, masculine face.

His massive black wings swung back and forth with each thrust. His strength and power infused into me. I was erotically drunk. I moaned his name, begging him to fuck me to eternity.

His long thrust rammed to my molten center. Never had I thought I would have an Archangel fuck me so gloriously, and I couldn’t tell if this was reality or fantasy.

His thrust grew even more aggressive and possessive, and I bucked my hips toward him to meet his every demand and claim my own dominance.

We fucked, fought, bargained, and reached a compromise.

He roared, and the air vibrated. The Angel thrust through the tidal wave of my orgasm and pumped his seed into me. I hoped everyone in the City of Nine hadn’t heard it, but I knew for sure Akem had, and I bet he wasn’t thrilled.

Gabriel grinned at me and kissed me afterwards, his cock remaining hard in me, a benefit of having an Archangel as a lover.

“We should go back,” I said, worried about Kaara and the others.

“Not until I fly you around.”

“There isn’t much to see.”

“You might be surprised, baby.”

“Akem might take it the wrong way, thinking you’re taunting him after having hot sex with me.”

“So, you admit it was hot?”

I shrugged and smiled slyly. “Average hot.”

“Then it’s my duty to deliver another to make sure you’re truly happy.”

My heart fluttered at the promise. And I was giddy, knowing that if I want great sex, all I needed to do was to complain and bruise his ego a little.

Gabriel chuckled in amusement, as if he heard my dark scheme. “I’ll meet your every need after a tour, or we’ll never get things done. Self-discipline is the key.”

So he said.

We flew far above the jungle, along its edge. As he increased speed, the endless rainforest became a blur of dark green. I’d never felt so free riding the wind with him.

At the edge of the jungle, a gray sea, also boundless, extended before us.

Gabriel appeared disappointed. But what did he expect from Pandemonium?

“I’m glad I came to see it with you,” I said.

He looked surprised, as if he anticipated me scoffing at him for bringing me to see all the dull grayness. I really had a bad reputation as the Wickedest Witch. Even my lover was used to me being callous. 

“After we get out of here,” he said, his eyes brightening, “I’ll take you to see the most beautiful view in the universe. We’ll cross one galaxy after another, watching all the wonders together. In the end, if you want to settle down, we’ll live in Valhalla, a new planet High Prince Seth has prepared for his Fallen Angels. You’ll fall in love with the violet sea, silver forest, and ridges of golden mountains. You can admire the moonlight spilling on my wings from three moons when we fly high. Valhalla has the most stunning night sky—a dream place for any Angel, and a place fit for my mate.”

It was the first time he’d talked about our future, but things weren’t as simple as he planned. Living happily ever after was a fairy tale. The Angel looked at it only from his perspective. He hadn’t considered what I wanted.

Our separation was inevitable if we got out of here.

Gabriel belonged to the sky. He wouldn’t be distracted from his task—hunting down the Dark Lord of his race. It wouldn’t be done in a day. It might take a century or millennia to achieve.

I was the future queen to an empire. I’d have to return to reclaim my rightful throne.

Even if I was committed to him, I’d have to wait for him to come home, and he’d always be on the road, and in the sky. I might not see him for years or worse, centuries.

When he’d been taken to the Vampire Tower, my heart was broken. I wouldn’t survive if it cracked again. I should just enjoy the moment and not get too attached. And it was time to smother his hope as well.

“All I want is to go home,” I said. “I have duties to my realm.”

He became quiet, made a sharp turn in the air, and headed back. He flew slower than before, and for a long time, he said nothing.

My shoulders stiffened. I tried to loosen my arms around him and put some space between us to look independent. He only tugged me closer, not liking the distance between us.

“I’ll take you home,” he said.

He didn’t comment further about what he would do after that—if he would stay with me for a short while or take off right away to pursue his mission and chase his destiny.

He only bent his head, nuzzled his face against my neck, and inhaled my scent.