Fallen William (11 page)

One
of us should notify Mika’il about this.

I’m
sure he already knows, but I’ll tell him anyway. It looks better if it seems we
are cooperating with him.

You’re
right. I’ll talk to you later on in the morning.

I’ll
be here.

He
stood up and carried Abby to her bed. The burns on the carpet had been taken
care of. He laid her down and covered her up. She grabbed his hands as he
started to pull away.

“Don’t
leave me.” Her eyes held fear.

“You
didn’t want me here to begin with. I won’t force myself on you just because
you’re scared.”

She
shook her head. “I’ll only feel safe if you hold me in your arms while I sleep.
I won’t blame you in the morning. I need you tonight.”

He
didn’t have the heart to deny her anything. He stripped off his clothes and
climbed into bed next to her. He cuddled her up to his side and tucked her head
under his chin. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right here all night. Nothing will harm
you again.” He felt her sigh with relief. Kissing her hair, he willed her to
sleep.

CHAPTER TEN

William woke up to see Abby
staring down at him.

“Hey,” he said softly. “How are
you?”

“That
should be my line. I’m not the one who had a run-in with a demon last night.”
She touched his face.

“I’m
used to it, sweetheart. Did you have any nightmares? True Demons aren’t the
most pleasant things. I’ve only met one that wasn’t overtly evil.”

“How
did you know I needed you?” She rubbed her thumb over his cheek.

“I had
been sitting outside since I followed you home.” He put his finger on her lips
to stop her protest. “I wasn’t going to leave you unprotected. I would have
left you alone. You wouldn’t even have known I was around if it hadn’t been for
the demon. You were crazy to think that I would expose you to any danger.”

She
pulled away from him and sat up. She wrapped her arms around her knees. “I
can’t complain since you saved me. Thank you.”

He slid
his hand up and down her back, trying to offer her some comfort. She didn’t
flinch away from him. “What scared you last night, Abby? Why did you want to
get away from me?”

She
sighed. “I started worrying about losing myself and becoming your shadow. A
relationship with you would be overwhelming and intense.”

“I’m
sorry. I didn’t realize I was being overprotective.” He sat up and took her
hands in his. “You’re so fragile, not because you’re female, but because you’re
mortal. I’ve lost so many friends that I can’t stand the thought of losing you.
I don’t know if you can understand how much I care about you.”

She
could hear the pain in his voice. His losses explained the deep sorrow she had
always felt in him. “Your watching over me isn’t being overprotective. I know
that you’re keeping me safe. I had a flashback to my childhood. My mother lived
for my father. She allowed him to do anything he wanted. I vowed I would never
do that.”

“I
don’t want you to let me do whatever I want unless it’s in bed.” He leered at
her.

His
eyes sparkled with laughter. She realized he was trying to make her laugh. For
a while she wanted to forget about her worries and just enjoy having him in her
life. Smiling, she reached up and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him
while her hands ran down his sides to tickle him. He jerked and then attacked
her sides with his nimble fingers.

They
wrestled around with the pillows and blankets falling to the floor. Soon she
was shrieking and he had her pinned to the bed. He trailed his tongue down her
throat to the shadowed valley between her breasts. She bowed her back, offering
up her nipples to him. He licked her through her nightgown. The feel of the
damp silk against her sensitive skin excited her. She felt her pussy flood.

He left
her nipples and moved to her feet. He kissed them and she couldn’t help but
giggle. He glanced up from the end of the bed. She basked in the glow of his
smile. She was surprised when he leapt off the bed and raced out of the room.
She heard a crash and then a curse as he ran into something. A thud came from
the direction of her kitchen.

He ran
back in holding a red and white can. “I thought I saw this in there.”

She
helped him strip her gown off. She let him push her back against the pillows he
had picked up off the floor. She gasped as he squirted whipped cream crowns on
her nipples.

“The
cream has always been my favorite part of any dessert.” He eyed her breasts
like a starving man eyes a steak.

She
cried out as his hot tongue took a long swipe through the cool mounds of
whipped cream. She reached out to touch him and he moved away. When he came
back holding a pair of her stockings, she shivered.

With an
anxious look on his face, he asked, “Are you okay with this?” At her nod, he
chuckled. “Good. I don’t want any distractions while I eat.” A wicked gleam
shone in his eyes.

She
allowed him to bind her hands to the headboard. Silk was tied around her wrists
tight enough to ensure she couldn’t touch him, but she knew they would easily
come undone if she tugged hard enough.

He
grunted with satisfaction when he tied the last knot. “Now you’re my captive. I
can do as I please with you.”

She
couldn’t keep a shiver of fear from making her skin flinch. He leaned down and
brushed a kiss over her lips.

“You do
know that what pleases me the most is making you come. I could get off just on
the sound of you screaming my name. All you have to do is say stop.”

She
knew he was waiting for her acknowledgment. Deep in her heart, she knew he
would never hurt her on purpose. This moment was the point of no return. She
was committing herself fully to this fallen angel. She nodded and felt an
easing of her fears. Whatever came, they would face it together.

Another
gentle kiss and a whispered thank you came as a heartfelt prayer. He looked
down at her cream covered breasts and back up at her with a glint in his eyes.

“You
seem to have lost some of your cream, darling.” He sprayed more cream on her
and then he settled in to feast.

The
combination of his hot mouth and the cool silkiness of the cream intensified
the sparks flaming through her. Soon she was crying out with each suck and
nibble. Her cries and his groans mixed to create a symphony of passion.

The
pressure built inside her until she was arching her back and begging him to
fuck her. Her juices were flowing and making the inside of her thighs slick. He
found his place between her legs and never broke contact with her breasts. A
single hard quick thrust and they both cried out. She milked him dry.

When he
could move again, he untied her wrists. She quickly pushed him over on to his
back and secured his arms.

“I
always wanted to try a cream covered cock.”

His
cock proudly jutted out almost begging for her to taste it. She mounded the
white cream on it and over his balls. He grew harder and his sac tightened. He
wrapped his hands around the wooden slats of her headboard. He was afraid he
would tear the stockings, grab her head and fuck her mouth hard and fast. He
didn’t want to take control like that. He loved being in her power.

He
yelled as her mouth took him. She licked and swirled. She nibbled and sucked.
She took his shaft as deep into her throat as she could. She barely let the
head get past her lips. Her hands fondled his sac and made side journeys to his
ass. When the tip of her finger slid past the rosette opening, he almost came
apart. He could hear his voice pleading with her to fuck him.

She pulled
away and smiled at him. Straddling his hips, she rubbed her wet pussy against
him. He tried to penetrate her but she wouldn’t let him. Finally after
torturing him for a few more minutes, she took him in her hand and placed his
head at her entrance. With one thrust, they came together and they came apart.

He
wasn’t sure if he had lost consciousness or not, but when he became aware of
the world around him, he could feel tears on his cheeks and chest. Abby was
laying over him like a blanket. Her face was buried against him and she was
sobbing.

Jerking
his hands free, he wrapped her tight to him. “Hush, love. It’s okay.” He
stroked her back and arms until she quieted. He rolled them onto their sides.
Brushing the tears off her cheeks, he kissed her gently. “What’s wrong?”

She
laughed shakily. “There’s nothing wrong. That was the most intense orgasm I
have ever had. I felt like I had left my body and for a moment, I didn’t want
to come back. I wanted to stay in that place and feel those emotions forever.”

He nodded.
“I felt the same way.” He touched her face with his fingers. “Never in all my
centuries of living have I ever experienced that.”

He knew she was feeling
overwhelmed, so he suggested they call Dominic and drive up to Virginia City.
It would be a relaxing way to spend the day and make her more comfortable
spending time with him in public. She agreed and Dominic was called. The other
Enforcer didn’t mind going sightseeing, so the trip was planned.

*
* * *

William
stood watching Abby and Dominic cheer on the gun fighting actors in the main
street of Virginia City. Her hair sparkled and her eyes shone. Her laughter
rang out like a bell. He felt lightness in his heart as if a heavy load had
been lifted.

“You
love her.” It wasn’t a question.

He
didn’t look at Mika’il. “Yes, I do.”

“Good.
You weren’t meant to be alone.”

“Why do
I feel scared for her then?”

“Well,
there is the fact that a True Demon is stalking her. Once that is cleared up
though, you’ll still feel scared because she’s mortal and of this earth. You
will always fear for her.” Mika’il reached out and gripped his shoulder tight.
“If you embrace that fear, it’ll make you strong. Your love for her will free
her in so many ways. It’ll be like you’re helping a butterfly emerge from her
self-imposed cocoon. Without you, Abby would never have enjoyed a gunfight in
the Old West or a jazz concert in the park. By embracing your fear and your
love, you’re allowing her to lose her own fears.”

He
looked up into the eyes of the archangel. In them, he saw the deep loneliness
that always seemed to haunt Mika’il like a half remembered dream.

“Tell
her.”

“I
will,” he promised.

Another hard squeeze and Mika’il
disappeared. He went over to her and put his arm around her waist. Tucking her
close to him, he allowed her joy to swamp him.

* * * *

They
were sitting on William’s couch after a relaxing loving session on his living
room floor. She had pulled his shirt on and looked at him. There had been
something weighing on his mind ever since they left Virginia City. She figured
she would let him work it out and he would tell her in his own time. He hugged
her for a moment. She felt him take a deep breath and she tensed waiting to
hear what he had to say.

“Abby,
do you know how much I love you?”

She
jerked back from his chest to look at him in surprise. “How could I know? This
is the first time you’ve ever mentioned love.” She felt tightness in her chest.
She couldn’t believe he was saying the words.

He set
her aside and stood. He walked to the fireplace while she tried to ignore how
wonderful his ass looked clothed in tight jeans and nothing else. He took a
photograph off the mantle and brought it back to her. She stared at a picture
of a young blonde woman.

“Her
name was Monica. When she died five years ago, I swore never to get involved
with another mortal.”

“You
asked me out.”

“Yes, I
did when I realized I’d rather risk an eternity of pain than go through one
more day without you in my life.” He took the picture from her and set it on
the coffee table. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her onto his lap. She
was speechless. She had never inspired anyone to love her enough to risk
heartbreak for her.

“My
father was never around much when I was a kid. He was always gone chasing
another crazy scheme. My mom did her best but there wasn’t any way she could
make enough money to cover my father’s debts. I learned not to rely on anyone
but myself. I figured I didn’t want to find someone to love. I had only seen
the selfish betraying kind of love and the truth hiding behind a pretty lie.”

She met
his eyes. “Then I yelled at you in a bar and everything changed. I had never
met a man who could walk away from a pot and a deck of cards. When I needed you
the night that demon attacked me, you were there to protect and support me even
after I pushed you away. My father never would have done that.”

“You
will never be alone again.”

“I’m
here for you as well, love. I will be yours for as long as I live.” She cupped
his cheek with her hand.

“That
would be forever if I had my way.” He smiled at her.