Celestial Beginnings (Nephilim Series) (35 page)

“Well, you shouldn’t love me!
You have no idea what I am…I’m a freak!”

“Hey!
Don’t talk like that. You are a wonderful and kind man, and I won’t allow anyone to talk like that about you…even if it is you doing the talking.”  She was so frustrated. Malachi stared skeptically at her and she continued. “You help anyone and anything that needs it. Not only are you a great leader, but you have a group of people you work with that consider you a friend, even though to you they are always just your “team”. They would not consider you a friend for no reason.”

Trinity reached up and put her hand over his heart.
“This is so big, but you won’t let anyone in. I love this, I love you.”

Malachi grabbed her upper arms and pulled her flesh against him.
He was inches from her face when he growled down at her. “You don’t understand; I’m dangerous.”

“Not to me you’re not.”

“I could hurt you.”

Trinity moved close enough that their lips were just a whisper apart.
“Do your worst.”

Trinity barely finished talking before his mouth was on hers in a punishing kiss.
The grip on her arms became even tighter as she tried to match his adore. She lost track of time and everything around them as they stood there. It was as if their mouths were fighting to see who would come out on top. She knew that Malachi was trying to frighten her away, but his kiss was doing the complete opposite.

Malachi ripped his mouth away, and they both sucked in a much needed breath, before he quickly spun her around so her back was against him.
She could feel his erection pressed against her back, and nothing could stop the slight moan that slipped past her lips.

“My worst, huh?”
He whispered into her ear before biting her lobe. The nip was hard enough to elicit a sharp jolt of pain, but was gone almost immediately. Not before eliciting a shot strait down to her core and a longer moan came forth.

Malachi had maneuvered them over to the bed, and stopped once Trinity’s thighs touched the mattress.
In the next instant, he ripped the towel from her and threw it across the room before bending her down onto the bed.

Following her down, he covered her body completely.
“Stay.” He bit out the command in her ear before standing back up. The order was so intense that she had no intension of not following it.

Both hands were gripping her hips, as he slowly ground his denim clad erection against her bare sex.
It felt so good, but Trinity needed more.

His movements stopped, and she knew he had stepped back when she felt the cool air on her overheated skin.
His hand was now trailing down her back, and she heard the rumble in his chest as he slowly drew it down.

When his hand got low enough, he kicked her legs out wider to get a better view.
The lower his hand got, the heavier Trinity’s breathing became; the suspense was killing her. He paused in his descent at her tiny virgin opening and moaned as he traced a finger around the opening. “Ahh, there are so many things I want to do to you right now.” A sound of appreciation came from him when her body let forth a shiver. “Tell me, Angel. If I wanted to take you here tonight…” He made his point clear by pressing barely the tip of his finger inside her. “…would you let me?”

Trinity could barely think through the waves of emotion crashing through her.
She felt her body heat up with the intense feeling of excitement, from doing something that felt forbidden. She was nervous, but knew there was no other person she trusted enough with the idea.

“Yes.”

Trinity heard his sudden intake of air, but he removed his finger and kept on with his descent downward. “Possibilities…maybe another day.”

“No, we’ll just stick with this tonight.”
He made his point by inserting a finger into her pussy. She was already wet and ready for him, and she could tell he liked that by his groan of approval. “Maybe even this…”

Before she knew what he was going to do, he used his other hand to stick a finger in her mouth.
“Suck.” She did as he told her and almost came on the spot when he groaned in approval. “You’re very good at that. When I’ve finished with you this first time, you’re going to get down on your knees and lick our juices off my cock until it’s clean. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.” She felt herself spiraling out of control and quickly building, getting ready to explode just from his words. He suddenly removed his hands and she wanted to scream in frustration.

“Not yet, Baby.”

When she had calmed down, he entered a finger inside her again, but quickly added another. All she could do was grip her comforter with both hands and moan into her bed. When he turned his hand and bent his fingers to massage her inner wall, she screamed in frustration. She needed more, she needed him. Pushing back onto his hand, she tried to convey this.

He didn’t stop his slow agonizing rhythm, but did insert one more finger.

“Please.” She begged, almost in tears.

Never stopping his torment, he leaned over once more to talk softly to her.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, unlike anything we’ve ever done.” His soft tone contradicted his crude words, but Trinity felt her body clinch in anticipation. “After I’ve come and you’ve cleaned me off, I’m going to take you again and again, as rough as I want, however I want, as many times as I want.”

Trinity closed her eyes from the mental picture, and a shiver ran through her.

“Scared yet?” He growled.

She opened her eyes and stared right into the gorgeous green eyes of the man she loved.
“Bring it on.”

The challenge was cast, the gauntlet was thrown, and she was not backing out for the life of her.

Resolve entered his eyes as he stood up.
Trinity heard the telltale sound of a zipper right before his cock replaced his fingers. He rammed into her and the feeling was too much. He was very large, and she felt her opening stretch and the fullness inside of her. The first thrust made her explode into thousands of pieces, and she screamed through the release she had desperately needed.

His grip on her hips was brutal, and she knew there would be marks there tomorrow.
He held still inside of her and groaned, obviously enjoying the feel of her contracting around him. Before she could catch her breath, she felt his body shift.

“Now.”
That single word was her only warning before he slammed into her. The rhythm was punishing and she was held down to the point where she couldn’t move. This was a new experience for her and she couldn’t stop her panting and moaning. Never did she think she would enjoy being rough this much. Already, she felt herself building again.

Letting go of her hips, he grabbed a leg and brought it up to the side, so her knee was balanced on the edge of the mattress.
The new angle was all it took to make her explode once more. She screamed into the bed and reached back to grab onto him. He slowed through her release, prolonging it even more, and she thought she was a goner.

Malachi all of the sudden pulled out of her and stepped back.
She whined in protest, but it quickly turned into a squeal when he flipped her over onto her back. Her legs were hanging off the edge, and he brought them up to bend next to her body before slamming back into her. After coming twice already, her body was fully prepared for his sudden entry.

When he started his unmerciful pace again, he was even deeper than before.
She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He was touching places inside of her that had never been touched before, as if they were meant for him alone. She was exhausted, but that didn’t stop her body from climbing up once more. She knew this time was going to be explosive, and needed to hold onto him. She grabbed his arms and gave a slight tug. When he didn’t move, she managed to gasp out two words. “Kiss me.”

They were his undoing.
He released her legs and let out a long groan before wrapping his arms around her, and pressed his lips to hers. He kept moving as if he was trying to climb inside of her, pushing farther and farther. He was all around her, and when she wrapped her arms and legs around him, it was if they were truly one.

It was as if fireworks suddenly went off.
She tore her mouth away and yelled his name, as her body tried to arch off the bed only to be held down by his body on top of hers. Her body was tightening around him, and every pulse made her gasp for air.

“Shit.
Trinity!” Malachi yelled as he slammed one more time into her and held himself there. Trinity gave a long, drawn out moan when she felt him come inside of her. She raised her head and pressed her lips against his; not in a punishing kiss as the times before, but one that was entirely soft. Closing her eyes, she tried to put as much love into the kiss as possible.

After a few minutes, Malachi pulled out, before moving her up the bed so her legs were no longer hanging over.
He was lying in between her open legs with his head buried in her chest. Trinity lovingly caressed his hair, running her fingers through it as they stayed like that.

“I was so scared.”

Malachi’s raw voice brought her out of the tranquil state she had entered. “What do you mean?” She didn’t stop what she was doing with his hair, afraid that he would stop talking.

“When I heard you on the phone…I thought…”
He couldn’t finish the sentence, but wrapped his arms tighter around her and adjusted to bury his head in the bend of her neck instead.

“I know.
I’m okay though.” She did know, because she thought the same thing…that she would never see him again.

He propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her.
“God help me, I love you too. I don’t know what I would have done if things would have ended differently. He could have taken you, or worse, and I couldn’t do…”

That was as far as he got, before Trinity put her fingers over his mouth to silence him.
“You cannot dwell on the what-ifs. Yes, tonight was awful, but I’m fine, thanks to you.” Regret started to seep in. “I only wish I could say the same for Hugh.”

Shaking off the unpleasant thought, Trinity focused on something more uplifting.
She placed her hand on his cheek and smiled. “You love me?”

Malachi sighed in resignation, but Trinity noticed his lips twitch.
“Yes, I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

He laughed. “I love you.”

“One more time.”
Trinity couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“You know, I could just show you how much I love you.”
He punctuated his words by leaning down and running his tongue around one of her nipples.

She gasped at the sensation, but gave a slight push on his shoulders.
“Get up.”

The urgency in her tone made him move quickly.
He stood up, but looked at her quizzically. “What’s go…fuck!”

When he stood up, she wasted no time in dropping to her knees and quickly maneuvering his jeans down further, before running her tongue up the underside of his cock.

She looked up at him through her lashes and gave him one of her best seductive smiles. “Just fulfilling my promises…” With that, she wrapped her mouth around his impressive erection, and watched as his head dropped back in rapture.

Chapter
18

Malachi woke, and reached over to pull Trinity against him.
Ever since his resolve to not let her go, he has had a constant need to be close to her. She probably figured that out last night when he hardly let her get any sleep. He smiled when he thought about the last time he reached for her and she outright punched him in the chest and mumbled something about sleep. When she mentioned something about vice grips and his balls, he decided she might need a small intermission. He looked at the clock, and smiled as he thought that two hours was enough.

Her back was against him, and he leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
She smelled of her lavender body wash along, with her own distinct aroma. The smell of sex was still in the air, and Malachi smiled, thinking that all his favorite scents were rolled up into one perfect package.

He propped himself up on an elbow and used his free hand to lightly caress her body.
With the sunlight pouring through the window, he could now see the evidence of their night together. He caressed her hip and ran his fingers over the bruises from his grip. Leaning down, he brushed his lips over them and watched as they slowly disappeared. The image made him think back to the night before. It was as if neither could get enough of the other. Whether he was gentle or rough, slow or fast, nothing was too much for her. He thought how he had definitely found his match in every way. Not because his essence was with her, but because it was his Trinity.

When he moved his hand to caress her breast, she gasped and sleepily turned over onto her back to face him.
She flashed him a genuine smile that he would never tire of seeing.

“Hi there.”
She whispered.

“Hi yourself.
How you feeling this morning...or should I say almost afternoon?” He leaned down to place feather light kisses against her skin.

She stretched underneath him and was about to say something, but her stomach beat her to it and let out a loud rumble.

There was a moment of silence before they both started to laugh.

“I guess that answers my question.”
He gave one last kiss to her stomach before maneuvering himself off the bed.

“Where are you going?”
The anxiousness in her voice made him pause and turn back around.

“Getting sustenance for m’ lady, of course.”
Leaning down, he gave her a kiss that would keep her missing him until he returned.

Pulling away to get some pants on, he was acutely aware of her eyes on him.
When he turned around, sure enough, she had propped herself up on her elbows and was staring at him.

“Like what you see?”

“Mmmm, why don’t you get back in bed and I’ll show you what I think?”

“You’re an insatiable little thing aren’t you?”
He couldn’t help but laugh when she smiled sweetly up at him.

“Only when it comes to you, Sir.”

He leaned back over her and caressed her face. “Give me just a few minutes, so I can feed you something. Then we can start all over again. Maybe I can get you to scream even louder than last night. That will really give your friend Nicole something to talk about, now won’t it?”

He watched as her cheeks heated up into a glorious shade of red, and she treated him to one of her small giggles.
She looked happier than he had seen her in a while. That was until she opened her eyes and mouth real wide and jumped out of bed.

“Shit!
Shit, shit, shit!”

This immediate change had him confused and reeling.
Nervous that he had missed something that was wrong with her, he rushed up toward her. “What? What is it?” Patting her down, he tried to find the problem. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”
The words made him stop and breath, before concentrating on what else she was saying.

“…Nicci.
She’s really sick. I was supposed to go over there last night and check on her, but with everything that happened…” She was bending over and throwing her clothes left and right. “Pants, where are my pants?”

Ignoring the enticing vision of her bending over naked, he walked over to her dresser and pulled out her favorite pair of slick pants, then opened another drawer and grabbed a long sleeve t-shirt.
He grabbed her hand to stop her frantic search, and placed the clothes in her arms. Looking down at her bundle, she visibly relaxed and stood on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks.”
She whispered.

“You’re welcome.”
He reached up and smoothed hair out of her face. “Is she really that bad?”

She bit her lip and nodded.
“I’ve never seen her like this.”

He didn’t like the idea of her going over there and possibly catching whatever Nicole had, but he understood the importance of taking care of the people important to you.
“Ok, just be careful. If I’m needed, just come and get me.” The unspoken meaning did not miss her. If she needed him to help heal her and risk being exposed, he would do it. “You go check on your friend, while I make us breakfast.”

With one last parting kiss, he left her to go downstairs and start cooking while she got ready.

Forty minutes later, a continental breakfast was on the table and there was still no Trinity.
What if something happened to her? The thought was no sooner out of his head, before he was up and moving toward the door. Before he got there, it opened and a bleak looking Trinity walked in.

“What’s wrong?
Is she okay?” He hated the look on her face.

“No change, really.
She’s still sort of out of it. She didn’t even remember me saying that I was coming over last night. I decided not to tell her everything that went on. There’s no point in upsetting her right now.” Trinity sat down at the table, deep in thought.

Malachi knelt down on the floor next to her chair.
“Do you need me to go check on her?”

Trinity swallowed and finally looked at him.
She pursed her lips and shook her head. “I don’t know. It could just be a bad case of the stomach flu. Let me check on her tonight and we’ll see.” Trinity adjusted herself in the chair to start eating. “Anyways, while I was there, I cleaned her place for her. I’ll bring her over something to eat later and go over everything again. She always hated an un-kept house; it just shows how bad she is by not being able to clean up after herself.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, smelling the food.
“It smells so good in here, and everything looks delicious. Thank you Malachi!”

With that, he stood up and brushed his lips across her forehead.
“Eat up.”

Trinity ate about half a plate less than what he’d expected.
“Is something wrong with the food?”

“Oh no!
Everything is great. I’m not a big eater to begin with, you know that.”

“But when was the last time you ate?”

She chewed on her lip as she thought for a moment. “Breakfast yesterday.”

“You’re kidding me.
Let me guess, it was one of those ‘barely there’ breakfast bars you eat.” He didn’t understand how she had managed to not eat for over twenty four hours and not realize it.

“Ha Ha!
No actually, Gemariah took one look at it and tossed it out the window. He said he was feeding the birds.” She laughed at the memory. “Then he gave me his breakfast to eat.”

Malachi smiled, having no trouble picturing his friend saying that, but to give up food..?
“He must really like you. No one can get food out of him. In fact, he steals everyone else’s.”

There was that lovely blush creeping up her cheeks.
“He called me “Mal’s girl”, that’s why.”

Standing up, he started to clear the table.
Was there any way to get this grin off his face? Mal’s girl? It had a nice ring to it. No more running, no more being alone. As he washed the dishes, he handed them off to her to dry. So this is what normal felt like, he thought. He stood there and tried to enjoy the moment and ignore the inner voice that told him she would eventually have to pass on. Then he’d be alone all over again.

The comfortable silence stretched on until Trinity spoke up. “Malachi…there are still some things we need to discus.”

By the sound of her voice, he knew she wasn’t going to ask about their plans for the day or what his favorite book was.
He pursed his lips together, but nodded his head in acceptance.

“How can you heal people?
Are you into witchcraft or something?”

“If only it were that simple.”
He mumbled more to himself than anything. Abandoning the rest of the dishes, he dried his hands and made his way into the living room, with her close on his heels.

“What did you mean by that?”

Malachi swallowed down the lump in his throat and started to pace back and forth in front of Trinity who tentatively sat down on the couch.
Should he tell her everything, or the bare minimum to get him by? The last thing he wanted was for reality to finally sink in, but he knew it had to happen eventually. He sat down next to her, resolved to tell it all.

“I cannot stress enough, how imperative it is that you keep this quiet.
You can’t tell anyone, not even Nicole. Lives would be in danger if word got out.” He had to make it clear first, before going any further.

Shaking her head, she scooted closer and grabbed his hand.
“Never. I swear.”

“It’s going to sound crazy, but you have to have an open mind, okay?”

“Babe, I have seen your hands glow when they touch me and skin fuse back together as if nothing had happened.
My mind could not get any more open.” She squeezed his hand in reassurance. “It’s okay, just tell me.” 

Taking a deep breath, he began trying to explain something he had never before put into words.
“Have you ever heard of the angels that left heaven and settled at Mt. Herman? Most refer to them as the original fallen angels?”

She thought for a moment.
“I think I’ve heard of this before. Didn’t they leave heaven to…um…” Waving her hand in front of her, she started to blush. He found himself chuckling at her bashfulness. How she could still be shy with him, after everything they had done together, he didn’t know.

“Sex.
Yeah, they “fell” from heaven to fornicate with women, and for the respect they got from the humans. Anyways, they were warned that the longer they stayed on earth, the more they were susceptible to evil overpowering them. Like the arrogant asses they were, they didn’t listen.” Malachi couldn’t keep the bitterness from his tone.

Trinity tilted her head to the side and gave him a skeptical look.
“Okay, but what does something that supposedly happened…what, thousands of years ago, have to do with you?”

“4400 BC… give or take anyways, and I’m getting to that.”
Malachi continued. “Have you ever heard of a nephilim?” He wasn’t expecting her to, but he had to ask. No one ever remembers them.

When she shook her head in denial, he took a deep breath and continued.
“That’s the name that was given to the children that unexpectedly happened. They were half angel, half human, and evil to the core. They were big and inhumanly strong. Well…” He ran his fingers through his hair. Here goes everything. “…they obtained certain abilities that were passed to them from their angel side. These ranged from seeing the future, telepathic abilities, controlling others emotions, and…and being able to heal others.

Trinity let go of his hand, and immediately he felt the loss.
Rubbing her head, she was obviously trying to sort through all the information. “You’re not telling me that your father is a fallen angel, are you?”

“No.”

“Good, because…” Trinity didn’t even get to finish before he clarified.

“My Great Grandfather is one.”

She just stared at him in shock, until her face broke out into a grin and she started to laugh. “Oh, you’re good. You almost had me there.”

He knew she wouldn’t believe him.
It sounded crazy to him as well. Abruptly he stood up and started pacing again. When she saw his reaction, she immediately stopped laughing. “Oh my, you’re serious?”

“Open mind Trinity, open mind.”

“Oh.” She started to chew on that lower lip again in concentration. “Say this is true...”

“It is.”

Trinity continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “How is that even possible? You’re thirty two years old. How long ago was your grandparent born, or even your parent for that matter?”

When he stopped pacing, he dropped his gaze to the ground.
She knew something was up by the sudden change in him.

“What?
You are thirty two, aren’t you?”

“Not exactly.”

“Well how much ‘not exactly’ are we talking about?” She used air quotes to emphasize her point.

Malachi squared his shoulders and looked her strait in the eye.
“I was born in 1685. I’m 328, Trinity.”