Archangels Kiss

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  It wasnt over.

  Elena entered their rooms behind Raphael, with Aodhan bringing up the rear. Jason had made a rare daylight appearance to take Anoushkas Master of the Guard to healers, leaving Aodhan free to return with them. "Sire," the angel said after they were behind the closed doors. "Im injured. " It was a calm statement.

  Elena watched as he peeled off his bloody shirt to reveal a gash so deep hed been all but been cut in half. "Jesus. How the hell did you fly to us?"

  Aodhan didnt reply, speaking to Raphael as he came to stand in front of him. "I may be a little slow tonight. "

  "Stay," Raphael said, raising his hand, that warm blue fire ringing his palm.

  Aodhans face showed emotion for the first time. Panic, rage, fear, it was a twisting viciousness in his eyes. But he stood in place, let Raphael touch him, his flinch not noticeable unless you were looking very carefully. Raphael removed his hand a few moments later. The gash no longer looked as raw, as red.

  Relief flooded Aodhans expression but Elena wasnt sure it had anything to do with the fact that his wound was well on the way to being healed. She didnt speak until after hed left to return to his own room. "He doesnt like being touched. "

  "No," Raphael confirmed, pulling off his own shirt and wiping his bloody hands on it.

  Wondering what - orwho - could have damaged an immortal so much that he flinched from even the most casual of touches, Elena began to remove what weapons she had left.

  "Good thing I brought spares. " Checking her thigh, she saw that while the wound was still pink, it didnt need a dressing. "Shower?"

  "Yes. "

  It wasnt until theyd both showered and were sinking into the wet heat of a desperately needed bath that she said, "Youre the reason Sam is recovering faster than anyone expected. " Her heart overflowed with a fierce kind of pride.

  "Ive evolved," he said, his eyes holding an almost lost look. Blue fire ringed the hand he lifted out of the water. "The gift is new, weak - I couldnt heal Sam fully, though I returned many times. "

  "But you sped up the process. " Moving to cup his face in her hands, she touched her forehead to his. "The scales are balanced, Raphael. "

  "No," he said. "They will never be balanced. I must never forget what I became in the Quiet. "

  She thought of the swiftness of the justice meted out tonight, thought too of the thin line between power and cruelty, and knew he was right. "Well, one things for sure - if you hadnt been there tonight, Id be dead. "

  His eyes turned that forever, endless blue that made it seem as if she was falling into another universe. "You must never let Neha touch you," he said, gripping her nape, pulling her even closer. "I was only able to stop Anoushkas poison because it was on the surface. Nehas is a thousand times more venomous. "

  She didnt resist his touch, sensing a fear the archangel would never admit aloud. It did something to her to know that her life mattered that much to him. Part of her, a part that was still that scared young teenager standing on the doorstep to the Big House, was so afraid that hed tire of her, that her love wouldnt be enough.

  "So many nightmares," he whispered, stroking his hand up her back as she straddled him.

  "She left me," Elena whispered. "She loved me, but she left me. "

  "Ill never leave you, Elena. " A glimpse of the archangel he was, used to power, to control. "And Ill never let you go. "

  Other women mightve rebelled against such a claim, but Elena had never belonged to anyone. Now she did, and the knowledge began to fix something broken inside of her.

  "Two-way street, Archangel," she reminded him.

  "I think I enjoy being claimed by a hunter. " Hands on her hips, strong, demanding.

  "Come, take me inside. Make us one. "

  The words were gentle, the hard thrust of his cock anything but. Spreading her hands on his shoulders, she slid down the dark heat of him, shuddering as her flesh stretched to accommodate that unforgiving length. "Raphael. " Whispered against his mouth as her body closed around him.

  He gasped, dropping his head for an instant. His lips brushed the pulse in her neck and she felt teeth. A bite. Not gentle. A hiss of air escaped her as he licked over the small hurt, as he moved his mouth up her neck, across her jaw. You didnt call me when Anoushka attacked.

  She weaved her fingers through his hair, biting at his lower lip when he lifted his head. I called you when I needed you.

  A frozen moment, their eyes locked into each other.

  It felt as if he was looking through her heart, through her soul, through to the very core of who she was. But she saw him, too, this magnificent being full of power and secrets so deep and old, she wondered that shed ever learn them all.

  The kiss stole her breath, her thoughts, her everything. Moaning, she ran her fingers over the arch of his wings, felt him grow impossibly harder inside her. It was almost too much.

  She rose, her body releasing his with tortuous slowness, his mouth taking hers until she was a creature of the flesh, her senses awash in pleasure.

  Tightening his grip on her waist, he pulled her back down. She went, needing the intimate friction, the earthy pleasure. "Raphael. " He broke the kiss to move one hand up to cup her breast, running his thumb over the part of her nipple that peeked above the waterline.

  There was something unbelievably erotic about watching him touch her, his eyes a brand, his fingers so long and sure. Clenching her own hand on the slope of his wing, she moved impatiently against him. His head jerked up, eyes glittering like gemstones. The hand on her back shifted, fingers stroking the oh-so- sensitive inner curve of her wings.

  "Stop that," she said against his lips, unable to halt the slow, hot caress of her flesh on his, a tight release and sheathing that made her heart thunder.

  So sensitive,hbeebti.

  She didnt understand it, and yet she did. Hed said something beautiful to her in a language that she only ever heard in hazy dreams now, a language that - no matter the associated memories of pain and loss - had always meant love.

  Taking his hand, she brought it to her lips. The kiss she pressed to his palm was soft, his response a blaze of cobalt. And then there were no more words. Only pleasure. Searing, bone-deep pleasure. She broke apart, held in the arms of an archangel who would never let her fall.

  "Mama?" Why was her mothers high-heeled shoe lying on the tile of the foyer? Where was the other one? Mama hadnt worn high heels for . . . a long time. Shed probably just gotten sick of it and kicked it off. Yeah, that must be it. But if shed started to wear them again . . . maybe things would get better, maybe shed smile and it would be real.

  Her chest hurt with a painful kind of hope.

  Stepping inside the cool wealth of the Big House, the house that had turned her daddy into a man she didnt know, she went to reach for the shoe lying abandoned on its side.

  That was when she saw the shadow. So thin, swinging so gently.

  She knew.

  She knew.

  She didnt want to know.

  Her heart a savage knot of barbed wire, she looked up. "Mama. " She didnt scream.

  Because she knew.

  The sound of tires on gravel, Beth being driven home from elementary school. Elena dropped her bag and ran. She knew. But Beth must never know. Beth must never see.

  Grabbing her sisters small body in her arms, she pushed past the man whod once been her father and out into the bright sunshine of a cloudless summer day.

  And wished she didnt know.

  Elena dressed with quiet determination the night of the ball. But the past, it lay like a thick black blanket over her, heavy, suffocating. She wanted to claw at her neck, to gasp in desperately needed air, but that would betray weakness. And here, any weakness would be blood to the sharks that circled below the music that permeated the city.

  Turning, she spied the sweep of blue the tailor had designed for the ball. It was a dress.

  But it was a d
ress for a warrior. Already wearing panties and the spike-heeled black boots that came up to her thighs, her weapons strapped to her body, she picked up the dress, the fabric like water against her fingertips.

  "You tempt a man into mortal sin. "

  She sucked in a breath as she saw her archangel, his chest bare, his legs clad in formal black pants. "Look whos talking. " He was beauty cut by time, a lethal blade honed through the ages.

  Lifting the dress, she stepped into it. The material slid against her legs as she drew it up, the top half pooling at her hips. Raphael prowled to her, his eyes skating over the naked flesh of her breasts. Possession glittered in those eyes, and that was all the warning she got before the storm of his kiss, the touch of his fingers . . . the angel dust that filtered into her very pores.

  She held the kiss when he would have broken it. "Not yet. " Then she took her archangel, drinking in the taste of him until it suffused her veins, infiltrated her cells.

  "You," Raphael said against her mouth when she finally set him free, "will kiss me like that tonight. "

  It was an order she could live with. "Deal. "

  Stroking both hands down over her breasts, Raphael lifted the two pieces of fabric that made up the top to her shoulders - after crisscrossing them below the neck - and began to tie a knot at her nape.

  "I guess," she said, licking her lips, feeling her thighs clench, "I dont need makeup now. " Angel dust shimmered like diamonds on her skin.

  Placing one hand on the naked plane of her stomach after ensuring the knot was secure, Raphael pressed a kiss to her nape, bared since shed put her hair up in a tight bun. Shed considered spearing that knot with chopsticks, but her hair was too slippery to hold the ornamentation. Instead, shed tucked in a small hairpin detailed with the image of a wildflower.

  Simple. Perfectly adapted. Hard to kill.

  It had been a gift from Sara, tucked beside the ring Elena had asked her best friend to order. The amber had come from a dealer whod owed Elena a favor, the specific piece one shed seen in his private collection. Balli had paid up the favor because it had been a matter of honor, but she knew it had to have hurt. Of course, once he saw where his amber had gone . . . The thought of his round face wreathed in smiles made her heart lighten.

  Raphael played his fingers over her abdomen, his ring catching the light. "Your injuries?"

  "Nothing to worry about. " Her thigh ached enough to remind her of Anoushkas attack, but the cuts on her arms had scabbed over.

  "Can you move?"

  She spun out, reaching for the blades hidden in the butter-soft black leather arm sheaths she was wearing openly tonight, protocol be damned. The skirts of the dress parted like liquid, as if attuned to her every move. She lobbed a knife toward the archangel who watched her.

  Catching it with lethal ease, he threw it back. She tucked it into the arm sheath, before testing how difficult it would be to get to the gun strapped to her left thigh. Not hard at all. "No problems. "

  As she rose, the dress fell seamlessly around her body, all the slits elegantly concealed.

  "What are the chances I wont need to use my weapons tonight?"

  Raphaels answer was terrifying in its starkness. "Lijuans reborn walk the halls. "

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