Angel Magic (4 page)

 
He explored gently and she gasped.

 
“I will make you feel so good, sweet Kari,” he whispered. “Let me?”

 
She nodded.

 
He found her pleasure center right away, and rolled his fingers around it, circling until he heard her breath hitch. Then he slid one finger into her wet passage.

 
She was so tight. He was going to have to use Angeli power, or he would hurt her, because there was no time to do the sex play a man usually did with his virgin, preparing her night after night until she was ready to accept him. He had to have her tonight, before sunrise.

 
With his next kiss he infused her with Angeli power, to relax her yet keep her aroused. She might hurt afterward, but he couldn’t help that, not if he was going to do it in time. Her hands, which had been rubbing his chest and nipples, driving him crazy, went limp, and he could not wait. He rolled over her and spread her legs with his knees.

 
His cock found her wet slit, and he glided up and down, getting wet, and prodding her clit over and over. He felt her begin to tremble and strain against him. “You are ready for me,” he whispered.

 
He pushed into her in one swift move, and lifted them with a tremendous beat of his wings.

 
Her whole body tensed in his arms. “Rahmiel,” she cried.

 
“It is all right. We fly. It is the way of the binding. I will not drop you.” He bent low and kissed her again, swamping her with more power, trying to keep her from feeling pain.

 
With each thrust he beat his wings, drawing them higher into the starlit sky.

 
He was out of control. He knew it and tried to rein himself in.

 
“Rahmiel, I’m frightened.” Kari’s eyes were full of tears, and her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in from fear rather than passion.

 
“Ahh, Kari. I do not mean to frighten you. Or hurt you.” He slid her up his body, off his throbbing cock. “I am shamed at my lack of control.” He kissed away the tear on her cheeks. His wings found an air current and he followed it, trying to bring some calmness to them both. He kissed her and tried to infuse the kiss with his regret, and also with warmth, since the air was getting cooler.

 
“You are trembling,” she whispered, her eyes searching his face.

 
He smiled a little. “It was hard to stop.” One hand stroked her hair away from her face. “But I do not want to be an animal. I want it to be pleasurable for you.”

 
“I like the kisses,” she said, and pressed her soft lips around his mouth in tiny kisses. With a groan, he pulled her face closer, his tongue thrusting in.

 
He pulled her legs, one at a time, around him, holding her tight to his chest with his other arm so she would feel safe. The head of his organ found her small nub. He circled it with firm pressure hoping she would find the motion pleasurable, hoping they could continue
their
coupling. Hoping he wouldn’t find his release before he was back inside her.

 
She gasped and her hips moved with him, pressing her sensitive flesh against him.

 
Her pink lips opened as she strained against him, breathing hard, and then he felt her release, a long, undulating movement against the head of his cock.

 
He couldn’t keep himself from sliding her back down onto his cock. He was practically shaking to get her there. She kissed his chest, his nipples and made little crooning sounds of comfort, which was ridiculous, since she was the one who needed comfort.

 
Then he was thrusting in her tight passage, but he managed to make them shallow, gentle thrusts. Soon that was not enough and he forgot to be gentle. His wings instinctively beat, thrusting them higher to where the air became thin and cold.

 
Her arms and legs suddenly tightened around him. “I’m not frightened now,“ she gasped.

 
He took a deep ragged breath. “Come, sweet Kari. Let it happen again,” he cried in a hoarse voice. Then she was pulsing around him, and he was plunging inside her as his powerful wings thrashed and beat them higher into the night sky, until the ecstasy of release stunned him, and his wings folded tight to his body.

 
Down they fell, plunging to the sea in a spiral, twisting, and he shouted the sacred words of the binding rune:

 
“I invoke, tonight, at this fateful hour

 
And call the firmament with its power

 
And stars with their brightness

 
And air with its lightness

 
And sea with all the strength it hath

 
And fire with its terrible wrath

 
To witness this binding

 
As Earthward we fall

 
Bound for life

 
In sight of all.”

 
The heat of the power shot through him while he came within her, binding them together. Power, extending from him, rose up into her body, into her womb where it gathered into a ball of energy and then erupted into her body. In his mind he could see the intricate sparkling pattern of the power web thread through each cell in her body—spirals, loops, complicated patterns he would not remember after this moment—making her his Angeli mate. The power web inside her now matched his own.

 
Finally, it was done. He stretched out his wings, caught a sea wind and floated them back to the beach. The girl in his arms was sound asleep. Poor little thing had an exhausting day. He would help her into a healing meditation tomorrow to regain her strength.

 
On the beach he pulled her top onto her, but not the leggings, since she would probably wish to cleanse the spendings and blood off her legs. He placed her rolled up leggings under her head for a pillow, and then stretched out next to her, gathering her close. He spread his wing out, over her, to keep her warm and out of the sun when it rose, and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Three

 
A hard kick to the backside woke Rahmiel. He craned his head back while he made sure his wing still covered Kari.

 
He grinned. “Good day, Lemuel.” He squinted into the sun. “You made excellent time. I thought I would have at least until midday.” Lemuel looked a little different than when he had last seen him. Lines of temper and discontent marred his handsome face.

 
“You’re on your way back, and then we’ll figure out how you got out,” Lemuel said.

 
“Don’t think so.” Rahmiel turned to Kari and made sure her top covered her, and then sat up. “Kari. Kari wake up. We have company.” He leaned close to her and whispered into her ear. “You might want to stand under the cover of my wings and pull on your leggings.”

 
Kari gave him a
wide eyed
glance and then looked at the group of angels behind him. She nodded and he helped her to her feet. She looked adorable.

 
Lemuel gave a bark of laughter. “Found a woman, eh? Can’t say I blame you there.”

 
“Kaphawn is back, Lemuel. Perhaps you should consult with your commander—is that still Rafael?”

 
Kari struggled into her leggings and then Rahmiel pulled her in front of him, her back against his hard chest. “Meet Kari.”

 
Lemuel’s eyes widened. “You bound her? But she’s human. How could you do that? You know the Guardians cannot bind humans.”

 
Rahmiel replied with a humorless laugh. Kari tensed next to him. He swept his arms down in front of her, and crossed them over her chest, pulling her tight against him. “Ssh, don’t worry, Kari. I will handle Lemuel,” he whispered into her ear. She fell limp against him, trusting him to protect her.

 
Worn out, poor little one.
 
Humans didn’t have the stamina of the Angelli.

 
Rahmiel turned back to the angels. “Ahh yes, the Guardian oaths. Well, what can I say? I quit being a Guardian when you threw me in ice. Eight thousand years hardly seems a just sentence, does it? Eight thousand years without warmth or a touch…I lost my head. Have you noticed how lovely she is?” Rahmiel stroked Kari’s hair with a slow, sensuous hand. He smirked at them. Centuries ago, the Angeli had retreated to Overland and no longer had contact with delicious human partners.

 
“The penalty for killing a Guardian is eternity.” Lemuel’s hand went to his sword.

 
“He was a snake, and you know it,” Rahmiel fired back. “My sentence was all politics, wasn’t it Lemuel? Didn’t the Angeli reward you for your righteous outrage?

 
You have my old job. The only way you could get it was to get me out of the way, wasn’t it? I was always the better Guardian.” Rahmiel let Kari go and picked up his pants, which he put on without modesty.

 
“Now, Lemuel, you’re making my little one nervous. She’s been through a lot, since she’s the one who stumbled onto the summoning spell. Remember Kaphawn, who I sent to hiding for eight thousand years? Have you forgotten the binding you put upon me if ever he returned? I got her away from Kaphawn.” He raised a hand and stroked it slowly down her hair, over her breast. “And our bond will keep her safe from him.”

 
He pulled Kari back against him, his arms sliding under hers and clasping right under her breasts.

 
“It’s been great seeing you all again, but I need to get my little one home. We need our rest. Kaphawn will be out to kill at sundown. Since you modern Guardians no longer guard the Earth from demons, I guess I’m on my own.” He looked straight into
    
Lemuel’s face. “Wasn’t that the vow we took, back in our day? To use our Angelic powers against the demon hoards, to protect our people and our human brethren?

 
Perhaps my memory is faulty, but I think that’s what we vowed. Do you remember, Lemuel?”

 
Lemuel’s cheeks turned a bright red. “Get out of here before I put you where you belong.”

 
Rahmiel gave a low laugh. “Plan
on going
after Kaphawn yourself?”

 
Lemuel said nothing.

 
“I didn’t think so.

 
He pulled Kari tight and lifted off with a hard beat of his wings, while the Angels below looked at their leader.

 
“He just bound you to stay out of prison, girl,” Lemuel shouted as Rahmiel ascended, with Kari tucked safely against him.

 
Kari fell asleep while he flew, and did not completely wake. Rahmiel got the girl showered and helped her to bed. He gave her a suggestion, reinforced by his power due to the binding, to sleep for several hours. She would feel much better with the extra sleep, and he had some business to attend to. He’d return to her about the time she awakened, and they would spend a few delicious hours together before he started hunting Kaphawn.

* * * *

He made his way to the Angeli Overland. It was lovely, of course, with gleaming pastel buildings made of quartz and crystal and streets of shiny white and pink quartz laid out in patterns. Everything was orderly, even trees and shrubs were trimmed into pleasing shapes, and flowers were placed in neat geometric, balanced beds.

 
He hated it.

 
He thought fondly of his little island with its wild green growth, fallen trees,
seaweed
on the beach. That was perfect.

 
After he hunted Kaphawn tonight, he’d take Kari back there, only this time he’d bring along a blanket, and maybe some food and drink for Kari. He had to remember she was human, and her energy level depleted much quicker than that of an Angeli woman.