Lost In Time: A Fallen Novel (29 page)

Marcus looked at Evelyn and then back at the SUV. Celeste had climbed into the back seat and was muttering to herself, probably damning him to hell and back.

“Believe it or not, I do know exactly what I am doing.” This felt right, and he didn’t know how to explain that to Evelyn, but when he looked at her, she had to see the emotion on his face.

“Isn’t having your heart broken once enough?” she asked, tears slipping from her dark brown eyes.

He laughed humorlessly. “I think this time it will kill me, considering what I feel for that half bred bitch eclipses what I had for Jessica tenfold.

Evelyn shook her head. “I will kill her with my bare hands if she hurts you.”

Evelyn rarely ever showed anger, and Marcus was touched she cared so much. “Believe me Evelyn, as much as we argue and fight, she is my one and only.”

He leaned down and kissed her again before heading for the SUV.

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Celeste watched as Marcus and the beautiful Evelyn exchanged several words, and then he leaned down and kissed her again. Lightning green jealously streaked down her spine making her lower back stab with such intense pain it took her breath away. She grasped the door handle trying to not scream out in pain.

Marcus climbed behind the wheel, completely unaware of the danger he was currently in. Everything in her wanted to claim him, mark him as hers.

“Victor.” She moaned the name, and he instantly showed up in the back seat.

“What?” Marcus turned to Celeste and to Victor.

Celeste felt Victor’s eyes on her for a long moment. “Just drive away, Fallen.”

Marcus started the vehicle and pulled out into the drive. “Celeste?”

Celeste glared at him before leaning toward Victor. “I don’t understand why it hurts so much here. I need to go back to the Infernos,” she muttered.

“Not going to happen,” Marcus said from the front seat. This had Celeste reaching for him in her need. Victor wrapped his arms around her, holding her, he rubbed her back. She had never hurt Victor, but she growled at him now.

“Mine,” she whispered so only her brother could hear.

“Damn it, Celeste. What have you done?” he asked. Celeste looked up into what were usually black eyes, but shown a bright blue at the moment.

She felt tears slip down her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose. I couldn’t help myself.”

Celeste was almost dislodged from her place on Victor’s lap as Marcus slammed on the breaks, and the large vehicle screeched to a halt.

Marcus climbed out and threw open the back door. Celeste looked up and smiled, but she wasn’t sure if it reached her eyes. Concern and anger was written all over his face. She knew, somewhere deep inside of him, he cared for her.

“What’s wrong with her?” he demanded of Victor. “And why the hell aren’t you healing her?”

Victor growled. “Because what is going on is not something I can heal for her. You did this to her, you will need to fix it. And may all the gods, Angels and anything else of light be on your side when Dante finds out.”

Celeste clung to her brother, but he Flashed out leaving her sitting alone in the back seat.

“Why Celeste?”

“Why what, Marcus?” she asked between clenched teeth.

“Why when anything happens, do you call for Victor?”

“Are you hurt because I call for my brother rather than for you?” she asked, so shocked she couldn’t keep her mouth from falling slack.

Marcus racked a hand through his hair. “Yes, dammit, and I don’t appreciate you throwing it in my face. Now just explain it to me.”

“He can heal me Marcus, do you have that ability?” she said, shoving herself as far away from him as possible. The base of her back ached so badly she thought she was going to be sick.

“No by all the gods, I don’t have that ability,” he said, climbing into the vehicle. Celeste pulled her legs up, and she wrapped her arms around her legs, curling into a ball, making herself as small as possible. If he touched her, she was done for, and she prayed to whatever Gods were feeling merciful he wouldn’t touch her.

”Celeste, what’s wrong?” he asked, his words so gentle she cried harder.

“Marcus, if you care at all, you’ll get behind the wheel of the SUV and drive. Ignore me,” she begged, not sure who she hated more as each word came out. He reached out for her, and she flinched away. “Just drive, Marcus. I want to go home, and in order to do that we have to finish this mission.”

This time it was Marcus that flinched. “Was it because of Jessica?”

Celeste laughed. “Of course not. That insignificant piece doesn’t really deserve my time,” she said honestly. One day she was going to ask Marcus why he had cared for her for so long. But that would have to be after her lust died down just a little and she could think clearly.

“Celeste, why is your skin turning a slight shade of red?” Celeste laid her head down on her knees.

“You know why,” she whispered, wishing the world would stop so she could jump off.

“Celeste, what has you so—” she looked up as he hesitated. Confusion was written all over his face. She would have laughed if he hadn’t reached over and brushed a tear from her face.”

God Marcus, why?” she asked just before she lunged across the seat and slammed into him, driving him back against the seat. She pressed her mouth so hard against his she tasted blood, which only turned her on more.

She rubbed against him, feeling his hesitation with her. Celeste felt like she was raping him, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. Her fingernails elongated into talons, and she ripped his t-shirt to shreds as she searched for hot skin.

When she did find it, she pressed her hands flat against his warm chest soaking up his heat. “So warm,” she growled, taking her lips from his and running them down his neck.

“Celeste?”

She leaned back, and saw the surprise in his face. She had changed, she knew she had. “No talking. I need sex right now. I need you right now. If you want to heal me, make it better, I need you to have sex with me right now.”

“What the hell happened?” he asked, but he was unbuckling his pants as he asked the question.

Celeste tried to keep the words from tumbling out of her mouth, but she couldn’t. “Twice,” she growled and licked the column of his throat and moved to his bottom lip. She bit him, drawing blood with her elongated canines. When his warm hands slid into the back of her pants and cupped her ass, she threw her head back and moaned, letting the orgasm from just his touch roll through her.

When it was done, she looked back and him. “Mine,” she growled, so low and menacing, it scared her a little. And then she was scrambling out of her own clothes.

Once she had her pants off, she positioned herself, straddling him. She looked down into his face, cupping it with her hands, and she stared into his beautiful green eyes, knowing she would never turn from him of her own choice. Celeste kissed him as gently as she could and slid onto him, home deep inside of her.

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Marcus was never going to be able to figure her out. Tears fell, unbidden, down her cheeks as she rocked on him, her tight passage squeezing him to just this side of pain. She muttered words, mostly ‘mine,’ which he couldn’t argue with, but it seemed to upset her.

He pushed her forward as he reached for the lever that would fold the driver seat forward. Finally in control and on top, he slowed their movements, feeling as if that little bit of control wasn’t costing him dearly.

“Explain,” he growled, pulling out so just his head lay within her hot, wet passage. He leaned down and bit one turgid nipple.

She tried to jackknife and pull him into her, but he was in control and rolled his hips away losing contact completely. Celeste growled and bellowed in rage.

Marcus leaned up and looked down at her. Her skin was a dark red and her fingernails as well as her canines had elongated. Her eyes had changed and bleed red and black. She was a totally different creature, but with her fire red hair, he couldn’t help but think in either form she was the most beautiful thing he had ever had the pleasure of having contact with.

“Explain,” he said again.

“You kissed that bitch twice,” she growled, not trying to role away from him.

“Kissed what bitch? What—” And then he remembered that he had kissed Evelyn on the cheek twice as they were leaving.

He smiled, he couldn’t help it. “Are you jealous, Celeste?” he asked rolling his hips forward so that he pressed and circled the button at the apex of her legs, making her scream in pleasure.

“I hate you,” she growled, scratching at him as she desperately tried to regain control.

Marcus leaned forward and pressed slightly into her. “Celeste, are you jealous?” rotating his hips, he slid farther in.

When she didn’t answer him, he started to withdraw, but she screamed and sank her claws into his buttock. “Yes, are you happy now, Fallen?”

She looked anything but happy, but he couldn’t have been more pleased. If she was jealous, that meant she felt more for him then she wanted to admit. Sinking deep into her, he ripped her t-shirt down the center from the hole that was made by the plane shrapnel and pulled the bra away he sucked a nipple into his mouth thrilling in the wonderful taste of her. She arched up to meet every one of his thrusts her hot wet canal sucking him deeper with each thrust.

Of all the women he had been with, all the time he had been without a woman, looking down at his beautiful Demon, he knew each second had been worth it. He felt her shudder and let out a low growl of a scream as she bit her bottom lip, drawing blood, he bent down and licked the trickle of blood away. The second it touched his tongue something tingled through his body, but he was too mindless to figure out what that was and then he was thrusting into her over and over again, each time getting closer to her feeling her contract around him, milking him.

When he finally came, he gave into it, throwing his head back and growling her name.

When he finally came to his senses, he rolled off her. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Celeste said something under her breath he didn’t catch, but before he could question it, she was speaking. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I was the one who attacked you.”

She scrambled to collect what was left of her clothing. “Celeste, I wasn’t apologizing for having the best sex of my existence. I was apologizing for crushing you, after I came.”

Celeste just stared at him for a moment as if he had changed and was speaking a different language. “Aren’t you repulsed at what happened?”

Marcus felt his mouth sag open. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.” Celeste shook her head and then crawled over the seats giving him an amazing view of her ass. Making him want her all over again.

She turned in surprise as she rifled through a duffel bag. “What are you doing?” she snapped.

Marcus smiled, He really liked it when he caught her off guard, she was such a snappy thing. “Hmm” he said leaning forward in the cramped space. He didn’t touch her, but he noticed the goose bumps rise on her arms and legs.

“Celeste, I want you. I want you more than I want my next breath.” And then he tongued her earlobe, making her shake.

“Marcus,” she breathed.

“Hmmm?” He wasn’t really in the mood for conversation. His hands pushed her back against the duffel. She turned and scrambled away from him, putting the luggage between them. But all he saw was the angry scaly red welts that covered her lower back. Shame, and irritation shot through him.

“What the hell happened to your back?” All thoughts of having sex with her flew out the window. He reached for her, but she avoided his hands.

“It’s nothing,” she said, still avoiding him. She grabbed for the bag and swung around, hitting him in the head. He tumbled into the luggage.

“Bloody hell,” he growled. When he untangled himself, she pulled a t-shirt out and put it on. “Celeste,” he said her name very slowly, trying to gain control of his temper. “What is wrong with you back?” She shrugged her shoulders as an answer. “Woman, one of these days I am going to shake the holy shit out of you.” He knew her well enough when she dug her heals in, she wasn’t going to tell him a thing about her back until she was damn good and ready.

He climbed over the seats and pulled his clothes back on. She threw one of his t-shirts in his lap as she passed him and climbed into the front seat. She sat down and pulled her seatbelt on as if they were going for a Sunday drive.

Marcus pulled on the t-shirt and climbed out of the SUV. He stomped around it several times, knowing that if he got in he was going to kill her.

On his third pass, she rolled her window down. “Did you forget where the driver’s seat was?” she asked.

Marcus was so not in the mood for her smart mouth and ignored her as he continued to count and walk around the car. What was he going to do with her? One minute she was screaming his name in passion, and that he belonged to her, and the next she was acting like they were on a first date, and an uncomfortable first date at that.

More secrets. She was wrapped in them. They surrounded her, and she had built her life on them, and he was beginning to realize he may not be able to get through to who she really was, touch the heart he desperately wanted for himself.