7
The Angel
I’d been watching her most of the night while listening carefully for any noise outside. Her soldiers and the wolves guarded the tower on the clock, but I trusted no one save for my Archangel High Sense.
It was satisfying to have her sleep in my arms. She jerked a few times, as if in a nightmare. I pulled her closer, rocked her gently, and whispered in her ear until she eased into a deep sleep. As long as I was with her, no one would get to her.
As the first dim light shifted through the window, my mate’s face glowed. It was her ice magic. It had awoken before her. Then our mating bond beamed and pulsed. My heart raced as I waited for her to open eyes.
Would she recognize me?
I’d rehearsed this.
Fiammetta fluttered open her gray eyes, and they were blank, icy.
She had forgotten everything again.
My throat went dry, and my heart ached.
“Hey, baby,” I said in a low, sensual voice.
She gazed up at me without a word, then turned to take in where she was before fixing on me again. Her eyes shifted from gray to silver as they roved from my face to my chest, then all the way down.
I always slept naked.
She stared at my erection, and my cock jerked under the weight of her scrutiny.
It wanted to bury myself deep inside her, but instead, I lay still.
She hadn’t screamed or attacked me.
There was hope.
Fiammetta licked her lips, and my nostrils flared at the scent of her morning arousal. I grinned at her, restraining myself from touching her breasts, especially when she didn’t return my smile.
“Fia, baby?” I said. “It’s me.”
Okay. I could do this. I was going to tell her the whole history about us. I would start with her amnesia. “You don’t remember any of this. I know, right now, you’re wondering who I am and why I’m in our bed, holding you. But don’t panic. I’m going to explain it slowly, and in detail—”
“Gabriel?” she asked.
I answered immediately, “Yes, baby, I’m Gabriel. I’m your fated mate. You remember me?”
“Of course I remember you,” she said. “You constantly brag. And you always bring up this fated mate thing. ‘You should do this for me, Fiammetta, as my fated mate. How could you not shield me, I’m your mate!’”
“I never demand like that. You couldn’t find a friendlier, more easygoing guy in the universe. And I don’t brag. They’re all facts.”
She arched an eyebrow, and I was hot for her beyond measure. My cock stood erect as testimony for that. Despite the first thing she’d said being a complaint, I was happy beyond myself.
My witch remembered me.
This was the brightest day regardless of Pandemonium having the dimmest light.
“Fia, do you remember anything else?”
She concentrated.
“Don’t think too hard,” I said, not wanting her to hurt her head. “It’s okay if you don’t remember other people or events. You have me, and I’ll take care of you.”
She frowned. “I remember things on this planet, but not beyond that.” She focused again, and agony rippled across her face.
I pulled her to me. “Shush, baby, don’t force it. One step at a time.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ve got you.”
As I wiped off the beads of sweat on her forehead, she relaxed in my arms.
“Let the memories come naturally,” I said.
She bit her lip. “What if they never come to me?”
“No matter,” I said. “We’ll face it together. I’ll always be there for you.”
She looked uncertain.
“You now remember what’s happened on this planet,” I said. “That is a big breakthrough. Some of your memories are no longer locked.”
And I had a perfect idea for a celebration. I rubbed my cock against her thigh as a hint.
She gazed at me through her thick lashes with a sly look, held back a smile, and snuggled back against me.
“I need more sleep,” she said. “Don’t wake me.” Then she closed her eyes and slept.
I wrapped my arm around her and just looked at her. I could do this for eternity. I wasn’t sure if it was because of our mating bond, or my heart. It didn’t matter. I’d never felt happier than when I was around her. Now I needed to make her fall for me, because then, more than anything, she would want to spend her life with me.
The Wickedest Witch was not impossible to win.
She’d warmed up to me. Look how her head rested on my shoulder.
We fit perfectly.
She turned to her side, her back against my chest. I inched closer to spoon her, my face nuzzling on the column of her neck as I inhaled her enchanting scent.
I recalled the first time I’d climbed the tower into her chamber, she’d pretended to be asleep then attempted to stab me. It’d ended up with me bending her over a chair.
She’d spread her legs wider for me, her lush wetness soaking my shaft as I fucked her from behind.
My cock throbbed so hard at the memory that I could no longer hold back, especially with her naked in my arms.
My hand moved to fondle her pussy.
My witch moaned.
As I thumbed her plump clit, she jerked her leg and arched her back.
I had to penetrate her now.
I bent her creamy leg forward, and she was more than willing to cooperate even in her half sleep. Aiming my cock between her folds that parted in eager invitation, I thrust into her heat.
“Gabriel,” she moaned deeply.
I started moving faster. Her inner muscles clenched my cock, and her sweet depth drew me in. I thrust in harder, my cock claiming every inch inside her tight, hot channel.
She writhed and ground against my crotch, making me unleash another wave of raw thrusts.
I poured my desire, need, and possessiveness into her.
She moaned breathlessly, taking me in, taking all I had to offer, and I always had more for her. I drove into her with long thrusts, all the way to her depth.
My mate turned feline. She slammed her ass back toward me, not so gently, her sleep forgotten.
My thrusts became frenzied, pressure building under my crown, and pleasure rendering me savage and mindless. I’d come in her hard, soon.
My female shuddered, her own urgent release calling to her.
When her pussy milked me mercilessly, I thrust into her wild orgasm like surfing on a crashing wave.
Unpleasant shrieks rocked the tower while my cock was still pumping seed into my mate.
“What the fuck?!” I roared.
I’d kill those Furies one day!