Her Accidental Angel (10 page)

 
 
  His lips, cool and wet from the water, pressed against hers. His tongue, hot and insistent, pushed into her mouth.

 
 
  Kari welcomed the kiss with a hunger that might have embarrassed her if her brain had been capable of thought. Later, gasping for breath, she broke off the kiss. “Do you have to do it like this, in the air? Sex, I mean?”

 
 
  “No, we can do it on the ground. All kinds of positions, too. I’ll teach them to you, if you like.” While he spoke he lowered them down near the rock and let her go while he got the blanket and spread it on the ground. “There are other ways to enjoy each other’s touch. Ways that won’t make you sore.” He grinned at her, and his eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

 
 
  “Um right. No sex. Not until—” He cut off her words as he launched himself at her.

 
 
  She squealed, but instead of Rahmiel knocking her to the ground, he placed her on her back, suspended in the air. Then she was on the blanket, and Rahmiel was pulling the straps of her soaked bra down her arms.

 
 
  “You probably don’t want me to rip it off?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully.

 
 
  “I’ll do it.” She unclasped her bra.

 
 
  “Very clever,” he said, examining the bra clasp. “But I can do this.” He pulled her panties off in one swift motion. His lips engulfed her nipple, while one large hand cupped her buttocks.

 
 
  As his wet mouth surrounded her nipple with a slick caress, Kari’s whole body jerked in reaction. Her hands moved to explore his chest and stomach. She had touched him last night but now in sunlight she could see the way his muscles tightened as she stroked him.

 
 
  He pulled away from her and looked deep into her eyes. She took a calming breath.

 
 
  When he was so close it was hard to think of anything except the pleasure she could give and receive.

 
 
  He ran a finger over her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, taking the cool digit between her teeth and caressing it with her tongue.

 
 
  He raised his eyebrows. “I’m trying to slow things down, Kari. You didn’t like it when I was out of control. But I am having a problem with control.” He took a deep breath.

 
 
  She glanced at his cock, the head now red and swollen. Creamy white fluid seeped from the slit, and she had the sudden desire to lick it off.

 
 
  “I know. Mostly I didn’t like how sore I felt the next day. Then I remembered you said you wouldn’t hurt me, and I remembered that kiss that made everything foggy.”

 
 
  He sat up. “About that kiss. You shouldn’t have remembered anything. You’re human. The power should have worked completely.”

 
 
  “So why didn’t it?”

 
 
  He shrugged. “I’m not sure. I suspect there was an Angel among your forebears. Or Angels. You must be descended from them. That might explain how you were able to do that ritual with no training as a sorcerer.”

 
 
  “Oh.” That was a surprise, to find out she might have Angel blood.

 
 
  “Enough talk.” Rahmiel turned swiftly and bent over her. “I want to touch some more.”

 
 
  As they kissed, Rahmiel stretched out so they were on their sides, facing each other.

 
 
  His hands cupped and explored her body, then he explored with his mouth. He ran an open mouth kiss down between her breasts and lower, until he found her navel. Kari grew weak, like she was melting, turning to warm liquid, starting between her legs.

 
 
  In a swift move her legs were over his shoulders, resting on the softness of his wings.

 
 
  “This won’t hurt you. It might even make you feel better.” His tongue traced her plump lips and he spread her wider. “Yes, you look red. I was a brute. Let me help…”

 
 
  His lips found her delicate inner labia and suckled the tender flesh into his mouth where he licked it with his tongue, before doing the same to the other small pink labia.

 
 
  She could barely breathe.

 
 
  “You taste delicious,” he murmured and proceeded to make long slow licks with the flat of his tongue, up and down, along each side. Then his mouth covered the small sore spot, and he delicately nudged it with his tongue. To her surprise, the irritated feeling gave way to pleasure.

 
 
  “You like that?” his voice was husky.

 
 
  “Yes…”

 
 
  “Ever done it before? With another man?”

 
 
  “Um, I’ve made out before. Gone to…third base. But not like this.”

 
 
  His fingers were stroking and probing, and her words came in gasps.

 
 
  “Ahh, third base.” He licked the well of moisture at her center. “Did you come?

 
 
  With that boy who got you to third base?”

 
 
  One long finger slid inside.

 
 
  She shook her head.

 
 
  “How come?” He did a series of little licks on her clit.

 
 
  “He…ah…I don’t know…was too rough…or slow or something.”

 
 
  Rahmiel chuckled against her and the vibrations moved through her whole pelvis.

 
 
  He started to lift his head but she pressed him back down, and he chuckled again.

 
 
  It was all delicious, but it wasn’t enough. She threaded her hands into his hair and tugged, just a tiny bit. “Rahmiel,” she complained.

 
 
  He looked up, his eyes glinted with mischief. “Right.”

 
 
  His open mouth descended on her clit, warm and wet. She moaned in shocked delight and he laughed softly. He circled her small nub with the tip of his tongue, and one long finger played in her moisture before sliding into her. His tongue’s licking and his finger’s gentle prodding soon had her spiraling into blissful release.

 
 
  He moved back up to her side and kissed her. Hard. She held him tight, and moved her tongue against his. She felt his heart pound and he drew in fast breaths between kisses. His cock pressed hard against her thigh. She wanted to make him feel as good as she felt and moved her hand down to encircle him.

 
 
  He moaned. “Yes.”

 
 
  She explored him further, tracing blue veins.

 
 
  She leaned over him, and lapped the tip, gently, tasting the small droplet that formed there. He tasted good, salty.

 
 
  He let out a big whoosh of air through clenched teeth. Encircling the head with her lips, she rubbed the top in a firm circle and then sucked.

 
 
  He clutched her hair, and shifted his hips under her. She began a rhythm of engulfing him deep into her mouth, then pulling him halfway out and rubbing him with her tongue. She sucked the tip, and then engulfed him once again deep into her mouth. Then he came in her mouth.

 
 
  “Kari,” he gasped, eyes shut tight.

 
 
  She smiled at him and crawled back up to his side.

 
 
  After a while he opened his eyes. He reached out a hand and rubbed her back in slow circles. “See. You won’t be sore forever, little one. I have a little control.” He grimaced. “Well, not very much control, really. I used to be a master of this sport.” He lay back looking into the trees. The expression on his face reminded her of a pouting child.

 
 
  “Rahmiel, you’re probably just out of practice. And I would never notice, except you talked about it. I haven’t, you know, been around.”

 
 
  Rahmiel pulled her toward his face. “You are too sweet. I don’t care that you haven’t been around. Your touch sets me on fire…” He kissed her hard.

 
 
  The sound of flapping wings interrupted Rahmiel’s kiss.

 
 
  The Guardian Angels were back.

 
 
Chapter Eight

 
  The Angels moved quickly to Rahmiel and two grabbed him while Kari frantically wrapped herself in the blanket. She scowled at the Guardians, who were looking at her with way too much interest. But they managed to wrap a glowing white band around Rahmiel’s arms, wings and ankles to prevent him from moving.

 
 
  “What are you doing? Let him go,” she yelled.

 
 
  “Rahmiel must come with us.”

 
 
  “I can’t go with you,” Rahmiel spoke in a calm tone. “Did you forget I’m bound to the lady?”

 
 
  Lemuel moved into Rahmiel’s face. “It can’t stand in the way of justice. We’re taking you to the Assembly for a hearing.”

 
 
  Rahmiel gave a disgusted sigh. “What about the famine demon? You’re just going to let it keep feeding, getting stronger? And what about the Old Laws of Binding? Your council has done away with the Old Laws?”

 
 
  “No. But they may need to make exceptions.” Lemuel looked at the Angels flanking Rahmiel and nodded. In a flurry of wings they were gone.

 
 
  Kari was too stunned to move. “I’m stranded. You’re taking Rahmiel and I’m stranded,” she screamed skyward, hoping the Angels would hear.

 
 
  The jungle birds in the canopy stopped twittering. Nothing else happened.

 
 
  Kari sank down onto the thin blanket. Surely they would realize they’d left her stranded there. Rahmiel would tell them. They’d return soon. Wouldn’t they?

 
 
* * * *

 
 
Rahmiel was furious but he forced himself to remain calm. The way they had looked at Kari. And then leaving her there, all alone. What kind of Guardians were these? He wanted to rip them apart with his bare hands.

 
 
  The Guards placed him in an energy cell where he had little movement. He could sit or lie down, but he couldn’t stand.

 
 
  He flopped back into a reclining position and tuned Lemuel out. The ass knew the truth—people were going to die tonight because Kaphawn was free and growing stronger. Last night two died. Tonight the body count would be higher. But Lemuel thought he was administering justice. Tell that to someone the demon will suck life out of tonight.

 
 
  He didn’t dare think about Kari, alone on the island. Not if he hoped to appear calm.

 
 
  Lemuel finally shut his mouth and left. Probably going to his lavish palace for the evening, Rahmiel thought.
While Kari hides under the damn blanket, scared to death.

 
 
  Once Lemuel was gone, he sat up. “What if there is wild boar on the island?” he snarled at the remaining Guards. “What if she dies? She’s an innocent. Do you want innocent blood on your hands?”

 
 
  The Guards pretended not to hear him, but he knew better.

 
 
  “Are humans now worthless? Their lives have no value? Is that the way of the Overland? I thought we were oath bound to use our powers to help our weaker brethren. Did you take new vows?”

 
 
  “No, we hold to our vows,” one of the Guards shot back.

 
 
  Rahmiel hid a grin. Undisciplined, just as he’d figured. Back in his day, a Guard could hold up to little baiting. Lemuel was a lousy leader.

 
 
  “She’s not strong, you know. Not like an Angeli girl. She can’t fight a wild animal or fly away from it. She has no weapons or tools. If something bites her, she’ll get an infection in that climate. Even if she can survive boar attacks, she won’t know what safe to eat. She will die unless she is rescued from that island.” He let his anger show in his tone.

 
 
  “I’ll talk with Lemuel in the morning. We’ll send someone for her.”

 
 
  “What if morning is too late? Sunset is soon there. What if a boar gets her or a large monkey thinks she’s invaded its territory? A couple of bites to the neck and she’s dead.

 
 
  Our bond won’t protect her from Earth creatures. I’ll make sure the Assembly knows you chose to leave her in deadly danger.”

 
 
  There was silence.

 
 
  “You can wing there in a moment’s time, scoop her up and drop her off at her friend’s home. Or even bring her here. That would be even quicker. No one would even know you were gone. I can’t get out of this cell, anyway.”