Haley
I’d never get tired of seeing Michael naked. He was perfection in male form. Which made sense given his divine origins. And his cock, standing straight and rigid, only enhanced my natural attraction to him. I wanted to drop to the floor and suck on his impressive flesh, satisfying a need I hadn’t known I’d had.
Fortunately, he strode toward me, relieving the need to go to him. But instead of allowing me to do more than take his cock in my hand, he held my shoulders and required me to look up at him.
“I want to make love with you, Haley, because you’re the one person I’ve been looking for in my long life. You asked me earlier how I know and this is how I know.”
He pointed to his left pectoral where a tattoo of a feathered quill stabbed through a heart rested above his nipple. I let my fingers trace the tattoo and he shivered under my touch, his cock flexing in my other hand.
“I only receive tattoos when I’ve either done something momentous, have accomplished something important for the world, or have encountered someone or something essential for my own growth.” He met my gaze without amusement, but serenity filled his eyes. “This represents you, the writer and journalist, who have captured my heart and pinned yourself to it.”
I swallowed hard as I traced the lines on his skin with my fingers. “So you didn’t get this done?”
He shook his head. “No, it just appeared.”
“When?”
“After we had sex the first time, the day after I brought you here.”
I stared at the tattoo, studying the elegant swirls of ink marking out the plumed quill and the drop of blood dripping off the barbed end protruding from the stabbed heart. Each line stood out against his skin perfectly in rich detail and the more I looked at them, the more right they felt. I raised my gaze to his again.
“Do you always just accept new ink as a message of importance?” I didn’t mean to insert the skepticism into my voice, but I wasn’t a journalist for nothing.
He smirked. “Experience in receiving tattoos has taught me a few lessons along the way. And Mom stopped by to remind me of the tattoo’s importance.”
I swallowed. “Mom?”
“Yes, Mom. You know, the Goddess?”
“The Goddess, the deity who watches over everyone. That’s your Mother?”
He tilted his head as he cupped my face with his hands. “It’s a lot to take in, I know, but I’m the Archangel Michael, one of Her sons with a lot of responsibility.”
“It sucks being the oldest, doesn’t it?” I laughed to keep my nervousness at bay.
I’d fallen in love with an archangel. Probably the most famous archangel, whose mother was the Goddess. Talk about having to make a good impression at Thanksgiving. It wasn’t as if I could avoid Her.
“I’m actually not the oldest. Luke’s older, but I have almost as much responsibility as he does.” Michael shrugged as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world to talk about archangels and managing miracles.
“Oh, Michael, how is this gonna work? I mean, you’re an angel with wings and I’m just a human woman. Are you sure?” I looked into his rich, brown eyes, trying to find understanding as doubts flooded my mind.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Haley.” He tugged at my shirt to pull it over my head, exposing my breasts. “I knew you were special the moment I saw you.” He set the shirt aside and started on my jeans, his cock bobbing as he worked. “Your kindness, compassion, and love drew me like a moth to a flame. I couldn’t look away. I had to learn more about you.”
He pushed my jeans and underwear off my hips and drew them away from my feet before standing in front of me. He held my gaze rather than stare at my boobs or my mound, and some of my learned nervousness faded.
“Maybe it was my insatiable curiosity that attracted you.” I shivered but I wasn’t cold. My pussy flexed with his nearness and arousal flooded my folds.
“You’re curiosity isn’t the only insatiable thing about you.” A sultry smile curled his lips as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead, my cheek, and my neck. “I rarely take advantage of someone’s weaknesses, but I cannot resist with you.”
He hefted my breasts in his hands, strumming the nipples with his thumbs as he laved my neck and shoulder with his tongue. I closed my eyes and gave myself to his touches, relaxing in the pleasure of his attention. But his hard cock bumped my thigh and reminded me I wanted something more than him pleasuring me.
“I have one request, Michael.”
“Anything, love.”
He didn’t pause in his caresses and he made it difficult to think. But I was determined.
“I want to suck archangel cock before you make love with me.”
He pulled back to meet my gaze, his eyebrows raised. “That’s not necessary—”
“Oh, but it is.” I pushed him toward the bed and made him sit with his legs spread. “I have needs, Michael, and one of them is tasting your cock. I want to feel this hot, hard flesh between my lips. I want to slide my tongue over the head...” I caressed his dick with my fingers to illustrate where I’d put my tongue. “...down the shaft, and over your balls.” The shaft flexed in my hand. “I want to take you deep into the back of my throat and swallow you. Think you can handle that?”
I knelt between his legs and looked up at him. He swallowed hard, strain and arousal tightening his features.
“Michael?” I stroked his thighs with feather-light touches, and wondered if his wings would feel the same against my skin. My pussy clenched with arousal at the thought.
“Y-yes, I can handle that.”
“Good.” I grasped his shaft in one hand and stroked his balls with the other. “Because I’m gonna enjoy this.” And I slid the thick head between my lips.
Michael moaned as I licked his cock head, rubbing my tongue over the edges of the glans. His sweet, spicy flavor hit my taste buds and arousal surged through me. I sipped at the slit in the head, teasing more precum out of him as my fingers caressed his sac.
I’d always liked giving blowjobs to my lovers, but Michael made the experience sublime. He hissed and moaned as I caressed his taut, hard skin, each surge of precum filling my mouth with delicious flavor. I gently raked my teeth over the edge of the glans and he whimpered with pleasure. I held back my grin and licked down the length of his cock.
“Sweet glory, Haley. Your mouth is divine.” Michael’s voice had grown rough and he shoved his hands into my hair. “Glory, I could keep my cock in your mouth for hours.”
I chuckled and tilted my head, swirling my tongue around his length like an ice cream cone. His fingers tightened in my hair and he thrust his hips, allowing his shaft to slide between my lips. I held the base of his cock with one hand and the other squeezed his scrotum, massaging the balls under the soft skin. Satisfaction filled me. I was giving pleasure to an archangel. Me, an ordinary woman. Excitement built in my chest as I tightened my lips around him.
His moans and thrusts increased in volume and strength, and I reveled in my ability to give him pleasure. I sucked hard on his rigid flesh, savoring the sweet, erotic flavor of his precum in my mouth.
“You have to stop, Haley.”
I think I mmphed something in surprised outrage because he groaned and petted my head.
“If you keep going like this, I won’t be able to hold back.”
I snorted. That’s my goal, big boy. I doubled down on my efforts and renewed my attention on the thick head, rubbing my tongue on the underside. Michael’s breath came harder and faster and his hands squeezed into fists in my hair.
“Haley, sweet glory. Haley. Haley!”
His cock stiffened impossibly hard in my mouth and hot, sweet cum slid down my throat. I couldn’t get enough and kept sucking on his smooth shaft to get every last drop. He grunted and pumped, holding my head to get the maximum pleasure out of my lips and tongue.
At last he relaxed, dropping onto the bed as his breath sawed in his chest. I pulled off his cock and licked my lips with a satisfied smile. Oh yeah, I’d made him boneless with pleasure and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
“Are you okay, Michael?”
He lay with his eyes closed as his chest rose and fell with his breath, making the quill stabbed through the heart appear to wave. It took some effort, but he opened his brown eyes and gave me a sultry smirk.
“I’m better than okay, love. But now that you’ve brought me down with your mighty tongue, I believe I must repay the favor.”
He sat up quickly and pulled me on top of him, his hot, hard body cradling my much softer one. He rolled me over until he rested atop me, his groin cradled between my legs, and his cock already hardening again.
“My goodness, you’re ready quickly.”
“Only for the woman who holds my heart. I will always be ready to pleasure you.”
He rubbed his hardening shaft against my mound as he kissed my neck, and my pussy grew wetter than it had been while I sucked him off.
“Oh, I can feel how wet you are on my dick. Do you want me to slide it inside you, Haley?”
“Oh, glory, yes.” I grasped his hips and wiggled mine, trying to position the end of his hard dick at my nether lips. “I want your cock so much, Michael.”
“Very well, my naughty woman, but we’re going to do this slowly and completely. I want you to know who is shagging you slow and deep.” He rocked his hips as he continued to kiss down from my collar bones to my breasts. “I’m going to savor your body and the gift of your pleasure as I make love with you, Haley.”
The passion and intensity of his words coupled with his kisses on my nipples drove my arousal higher. I gasped as he sucked one taut nub into his mouth and rocked my hips. The tip of his cock dragged between my nether lips, strumming my clit with perfect precision.
“Oh, glory, Michael. I need you so much.” It was true. I’d never been so turned on before. “Please make love with me. Please give me your cock.”
“Not yet, love. I want to make sure you’re good and wet for me.” He slid down my body until his shoulders pushed my thighs apart. “I want to taste your lovely quim and savor your cream before I add my own.”
Oh, good glory, I’d never thought I’d like a man to talk dirty to me, but every time Michael did, it turned me on more and more. I wriggled my hips in front of his nose and he gave me a dark chuckle.
“My lovely minx, do my naughty words turn you on?”
I whimpered. “Yes.”
“Brilliant.” He dipped his head and slicked a swath across my nether lips. “I’d love to feast on your hot cream, but while I do love when you come on my tongue, I have different plans for you.”
He pressed his face to my core and used his thumbs to spread my vulva apart. His tongue painted hot wet lines between my nether lips and delicious sensation flooded through me. I threw back my head and moaned as he sipped on my sensitive flesh with feather-light flicks of his tongue. The teasing caresses made me both want them to go on forever and to immediately become firmer.
“Sweet glory, Michael. I need you. I need your cock inside me.”
He hummed against my pussy, amusement and arousal in his tone. “You need my cock, you say. How badly do you need it, Haley? How badly do you want it?”
“I want it so bad. I need you inside me. Please, Michael. Please give me your cock.” I’d never begged for a man’s dick before in my life, but I’d never wanted anyone’s dick as much as I wanted Michael’s in that moment.
“Aw, love, when you beg so sweetly, how can I resist?”
He pulled away and crawled back up my body, kissing as he went. When he positioned his cock between my nether lips and met my gaze, he gave me a smile and leaned forward just enough to split my vulva with the smooth head.
“Wait, Michael.”
He froze. “What is it, love? Have I hurt you?”
I shook my head and offered him a shy smile. “When you make love with me, show me your wings. I want to see them around us when you fill my pussy.”
He tilted his head a moment, considering me with his brown eyes, his lips curled in a half smile. “You mean, like this?”
His wings came into view as he slowly pushed his dick into my tight pussy, and wonder hit my mind. The pleasure of his thick, smooth shaft filling my core mixed with the beauty of those silver-black wings draped around us and I was lost.
“Is this what you wanted, Haley?”
“Glory, you’re so beautiful and you feel so good.” I wrapped my legs around his thighs and squeezed my inner muscles on his shaft. “You’re making all my fantasies come true.”
“Oh, yes?” He slowly pulled out and pushed back in with a long smooth glide. “Tell me your fantasies, Haley.” His voice sounded even but as I squeezed my pussy again, he groaned and shivered though he didn’t change his pace. “Your quim is so hot and tight. But you’re not getting out of telling me your fantasies.”
“I had a fantasy of being fucked by an angel with his wings around us.” My words ended on a moan as he pulled his cock out and stroked my clit. “Oh glory.”
He smiled as he thrust in long, measured strokes, filling my pussy completely with his hard flesh. I squeezed him again, but he didn’t change his rhythm, inexorably driving my arousal and need higher.
“I’m happy to shag you, love. But I won’t be rushed.” He grinned as I flexed my inner muscles. “I promised slow and deep, and I always deliver on my promises.”
I gasped and whimpered as he made love to me, his arms cradling my head as he stared into my eyes. I couldn’t look away, drawn to the love, serenity, and desire in his gaze. My heart opened for the first time since I connected with Jeff, and I realized Michael was as much my one-and-only as I was his.
“I love you, Michael.” I didn’t know where the words came from, but I meant them from the bottom of my heart.
“Do you, now?” He lost his smile. “You know that you’re my one-and-only, don’t you?”
“Yeah, and you’re mine.” I squeezed my pussy again and this time he lost his amusement. “I need you, Michael. I need you so much.”
“Then you shall have me.”
I expected him to thrust into me hard and fast, but he set his jaw and kept up his slow, hypnotic, deep rhythm. My arousal kept building like a tsunami, relentless and powerful. My nipples hardened against his inked chest and I rocked my hips to get more friction on my clit. His eyes blazed with the same light I saw at the warehouse, but instead of being frightening, the light seared me in warmth, comfort, and welcome. I fell into it and into the best orgasm I’d ever experienced.
“Oh, Michael, yeessssss!”
He grunted and stiffened above me as we both toppled over the precipice of ecstasy and flew into the cosmos of pleasure. My heart shot out with my mind and opened in a swirl of brilliant light. For just a moment, I could see the future – a long, strong relationship, with love, friendship, children, and family. We’d grow old together, though how that worked with his angelic disposition I didn’t know, and I’d be his forever.
Then everything faded back into the present moment and I realized he’d rolled onto his side to keep from crushing me. But his cock remained in my pussy’s tight grip and I really didn’t mind.
For a few moments we lay together in silence, feeling the love and physical pleasure coursing between us. I could almost sense his satisfaction and contentment with our lovemaking.
Correction: I can actually feel his satisfaction and contentment.
It was true. Instead of assuming or inferring Michael’s pleasure, it ricocheted through me like an echo of my own – a masculine echo with a decent dose of swaggering pride. An “aw yeah, look at me. I made her happy” sort of emotion.
Holy shit! Amazement and amusement cascaded through me like the fall of multicolored hair, the strands of each intermingling. On the one hand, his satisfaction made me laugh because he wasn’t wrong. But on the other, how the hell could I feel his emotions?
“That answer is simple, love.”
“What? What answer?”
“To your question.” He nuzzled my neck below my jaw.
I blinked. “Can you read minds now?”
He snorted softly. “I always could do that if I chose. But now, with you, some of your thoughts are very loud. Or rather, very emphatic. You can feel my emotions because we’re bound as fated mates, as I felt the first time I saw you.”
“From the first time, at the shelter.”
“Yes.”
“Even though we never spoke and I didn’t see you.
He chuckled. “Yes, even so.”
I sighed and laughed a little in disbelief. “I really am living in a paranormal romance novel.”
He rumbled another sound of amusement. “Would you wish it any different?”
“Nooooo. I like right where I am.”
I wriggled and tightened my pussy muscles around him again. He groaned and thrust his hips a little in response, and I sighed happily. I could have easily stayed there forever and not thought about the world outside his little cabin. But there were two things I’d have to do once the euphoria wore off.
First, I’d have to get my story straight about Backlog, the Concrete Angels, and the deaths of the federal agents who’d come before.
And second, I’d have to tell Jeff about who Michael and Samurai really were.
“Michael?”
“Hmm, yes love?” He’d snuggled me closer to his chest and draped a wing over me. It was sexy as hell.
“I’ll have to tell Jeff who you really are.”
Time and sound stopped in that moment. I swore he stopped breathing and the world held completely still.
“You can’t, Haley. You signed a contract.”
I nodded. “I know. But he’s my only family. And he’s starting to get interested in Samurai. He needs to know why I’m suddenly going freelance and moving in with you, sequestered from everyone.”
“You’re not sequestered from everyone. You’ll be free to come and go as you please. You must take this seriously, Haley. That contract is inviolable.”
I nodded again. “I know, but Loki said I could tell one trusted family member, and that’s Jeff. That was in the contract, too.”
Michael sighed. “Just remember, you’re putting him in danger by telling him. If he chooses to say anything, Loki could take action against him. Think long and hard before you decide to let Jeff in on our secrets.” He wrapped his arms tighter around me and nuzzled my neck again. “And no matter what you decide, I will always have your back, even in opposition to Loki.”
I raised up on one elbow to look down on him. “Seriously? Didn’t you sign some sort of loyalty contract?”
He smiled up at me. “I did. But I had stipulations as well, and one of those was understanding that should I choose someone for my heart, he or she would be my top priority. Even against the club.”
My jaw dropped. “Did you know you would meet me when you joined the Concrete Angels?”
“Oh, I had no idea when or where I’d meet the one who filled my heart. But it seemed like a wise precaution when dealing with someone like the Norse god of Mischief.”
I laughed at his smug smirk. “You wily angel. You gave yourself an out.”
“Bloody right, I did. One has to when one deals with Loki.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” I chuckled as I settled back down into Michael’s arms. “And that should tell you all you need to know about the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club.”
“Actually, I need you to know one other thing, Haley.”
“What’s that?” I opened my eyes and met his gaze.
“That I love you. You have won my heart and that’s a feat that rarely happens.” He stroked my face with his hand. “I’ve known love, but nothing like what I feel for you. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this much love. But it’s clear I can.”
I gave him a tremulous smile as he leaned down to brush his lips across mine. “How about I show you what other kinds of love you can feel?”
“Well that sounds like a challenge. What do you have in mind?”
I grinned as I rolled over on top of him, straddling his hardening cock. “You’re a biker. How ’bout you give your woman a ride?”
“It would be my absolute pleasure.” He slid into my slick sheath balls-deep and sighed. “Let’s ride.”
“Hell yeah.”