Chapter Thirteen

 

CAM

 

Thea went into the bathroom and brought back a warm cloth. Cam peeled his shirt off; it was sticky with blood, ripped in the front where the demon had slashed him. He had been lucky to get away from the blade before it did any real damage—it took a long time to heal from demon blade wounds and they tended to be painful.

Cam put out his hand for the cloth but Thea knelt down in front of him and pressed it to the cut herself, gently cleaning the wound in slow strokes. Just the sight of her there, kneeling in front of him, made his cock hard and his wings flutter. Not only was she was gorgeous but she had held her own tonight. She had fought quickly and efficiently. The two of them worked well together, Cam noted, almost perfectly in rhythm with one another while they fought. A sense of pride for her had firmly lodged within him.

“How are you feeling?” Thea asked.

“Fine. It’s not deep.”

“Can you heal?”

“Yes, but it takes much longer if the wound was made from a demon blade.”

Thea was quiet for a moment. “You didn’t have to jump in to deal with that demon, Cam. I had him.”

“We had not prepared to fight tonight, Thea. You did well but you are not trained on how to deal with demon blades. I cannot risk harm coming to you.”

Thea drew a breath in.

“Not while you are in my charge,” he added.

She breathed out, a little harshly. “How come I felt the… Creator tonight?”

“Every time an angel or Nephilim kills a demon the Creator soothes them. It helps to keep them from losing themselves to the kill and calms them from the terror of the work.”

Thea nodded. “I can see that it could really help. But wouldn’t it distract them? What if another demon attacks while an angel is experiencing that feeling?”

Cam held in a smile, glad at her intelligent reasoning. “The feeling only arrives when the angel is safe. So once it arrives, the angel knows they are safe for the moment.”

“Does it feel like that every time?”

Cam nodded, although since the death of Karaya, he had purposefully ignored the feeling. With the constant rage in him, the Creator’s soothing couldn’t penetrate as deeply.

Once the wound was cleaned, Thea put the cloth down but didn’t move away. “What about if I heal you? Would that make a difference?”

Cam held her eye. “It will still take a while to heal, but you may try.”

Her fingers brushed along his skin around the wound, the energy warming him. He almost sighed at her touch, his cock straining against his trousers. He watched her as she concentrated on his wound.

“Cam.” Thea glanced up at him almost shyly. “I realize I don’t know anything about angels…”

“What do you want to know?” His voice was hoarse. He tried clearing his throat.

“Do you have families? Do you have siblings?”

Cam swallowed before answering, trying to ensure no lust was present in his tone. “There are seven orders of angels. When we come into creation, it is usually with a number of other angels in the same order. So Archangels will consider the other Archangels they trained with to be their family. Dominion angels will be close to other Dominions they trained with. Power angels tend not to see things that way.” He chuckled humorlessly. “We tend to fight and live alone.”

“That sounds lonely.”

He shrugged. “Angels can mate if they feel they need the companionship.”

The wound had stopped bleeding, but hadn’t knit together. Thea stopped healing him, realizing that no more could be done for right now. “Mate?” she asked, in wonder. “Like how some animals mate for life?”

“Yes, although for us it is an eternity. It is something that can be arranged for companionship or it can be a blessing of attraction bestowed by the Creator.”

He gazed at her, a haze of desire around him. He was having trouble thinking with her so close, and couldn’t stop staring into the blue pools of her eyes. They were penetrating him, full of warmth. He was vaguely aware that he was still in his angel-form.

When she spoke again her voice was soft. “Can angels mate with humans? Or Nephilim?”

And just the thought of that, of them mating, made him lose his hard-fought-for control. He tilted his face down to capture her lips with his own, kissing her roughly, his whole body awakened. Even if she rejected him, he just needed this one thing. Just one taste.

She responded without hesitation, sucking his lips, slipping her tongue between them to tease and coax his own. His walls broke completely and he gathered her into his arms and pulled her into his lap so that she was straddling him, their mouths moving together. She whimpered against his lips when he pushed his hard cock up underneath her. Her hips ground against his, driving him wild. Their kiss deepened until they were molded together, and it felt so natural, so real to him that he couldn’t stop even if he tried. His wings moved almost of their own accord; a violent shudder fluttered through them from root to tip, and then they encircled him and Thea, creating their own private cocoon.

He ran his hands over her back, around her waist and up her neck into her hair, pressing her closer to him. The smell of her intoxicated him. Every nerve in his body throbbed with the need for more and that part of him he tried so hard to suppress, flourished in a frenzied glee.

Cam turned their bodies and rested her on the couch underneath him, on top of his wings. He broke the kiss, bringing his lips to her neck where he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss, sucking her skin into his mouth. Thea ran her hands over his bare chest and the inside of his wings, and sighed, wriggling underneath him. He pushed up her top and pulled down her bra exposing her full, smooth breasts. He trailed his fingers over the soft skin and honed in on a nipple, squeezing and rolling it in his fingers. She moaned and gasped, then hummed with pleasure when his mouth reached the other pert nipple. His fingers traced down her belly and he slipped his hand into her panties and stroked her velvet skin. Thea moaned and arched her hips against his palm. He stroked her clit, straddling it with two fingers, rubbing either side while he flicked her nipple with his tongue. He rose up and kissed her, teasing the entrance to her pussy with the tip of his longest finger, making her whimper with pleasure.

“Oh God,” she moaned against his mouth.

He pulled away to look in her beautiful eyes. “Not God, me. Say my name, Elithea.”

Thea stared at him, lust transforming her face into something way beyond beauty. He sped up his fingers on her pussy, toying with her clit. “Say it,” he ordered.

She tossed her head back and almost pleaded. “Cam. Camael.”

Her voice saying his name in pure lust heightened all his senses. He lowered his lips to hers. “Good,” he murmured, kissing her. “Remember that.”

She moaned in response and he moved his lips to her throat. He pulled his hand away from her pussy and she sighed, her hips gyrated with need. Cam pulled her pants down and off. His hand found her pussy again and he dipped two of his fingers inside, curling them in a come hither motion that made her squirm and buck. She was so tight he couldn’t help but moan. His thumb rubbed her clit relentlessly, teasing the hard little bud with expert movements. By the time he had undressed with his free hand, he was almost frantic with desire for her, with the need to pleasure her and make her come for him.

She took his cock into her hand and stroked him. The pleasure was so intense he thrust against her palm, leaking into her hand. He pressed the length of his cock along her slit and began to rub up and down, the head massaging her clit. Her wet pussy lips parted around his cock, warm and inviting. She was incredibly wet for him and he was savoring the feel of her against him, ready to fuck her and feel the tight squeeze, when his angelic energy began to spin, threatening to overwhelm him.

He froze. The energy above his head whirled uncontrollably, almost reaching for her. He was about to claim her as his mate! He pulled away swiftly, sliding his wings out from underneath her, and closed his eyes, forcing the energy to calm. He shifted to his normal form, shock and dismay rolling over him. He had been about to do something that would have affected them both for eternity. And it had been an automatic reaction, one he hadn’t controlled. How could he have gotten so far from where he was supposed to be?

“Cam? What’s wrong?”

“This is a bad idea,” he said. His voice was low and gravelly, his cock throbbing. “I cannot do this.”

When he opened his eyes, she was staring at him in confusion. Her breathing ragged, her whole body trembling, her pussy glistening.

“I’m sorry,” he said, standing up to get dressed. He’d sworn never to claim a mate after Karaya died. His reaction to Thea’s body, to her sex, had threatened to overpower him, to make him break that vow without even thinking about it properly.

Thea sat up, bewilderment on her face as he dressed.

“Are you leaving?” she asked, a hard edge to her breathless voice.

He nodded, struggling with his feelings, before walking out of the apartment.