SWNOVELS Chapter 36: Defiance
Angel’s POV
She was frozen forever, but eventually got nudged along by hands until she was in front of the table with Dai. She shot as many dagger eyes as she could at him, who merely gave a sheepish shrug. In the sea of heads a 7 foot demon was easy to spot and she saw Taala talking animatedly with a rage-faced Castiel. Shit.
Dai’s outstretched hand bumped her and he spoke from above so only she could hear. “It was his way or the highway Angel, sorry!” Angel took his hand and was launched onto the table. In an easy jump Damien joined and stood dangerously close. “Right-o! This dapper dude is leader of the Coven who will be helping our very own Angel feel funky! As for me, I believe I get the total pleasure of having DOUBLE trouble?”
Squeals from around brought Eva and Ellie forward. Dai quickly plopped his bum on the table, swinging his legs in the air while the twins stood on either side. One of the ladies had leaned close to Dai and was whispering things in his ear. Angel became aware of the heat on her back before the hand touched there, and immediate goosebumps rose as Damien stood full behind her.
“Were you trying to avoid me PET?” It was a whispered hiss in her ear and she squinted eyes shut tight. They both knew what it would mean for the future of the partnership if she had rejected him with a hundred eyes watching. It was easy manipulation. “You will never deny me.” She bit her bottom lip hard and took steadying breaths. “I ALWAYS get my way little one. You’ll do well to remember that.” She felt his hand sweep her hair away from the side he favoured and push her head to tilt it to the side.
She opened eyes to look down at two black heads pressed on either side of Dai’s skinny neck. His hands were one on each Ellie and Eva’s hips, and Angel could see those fingers flex tightly as venom was entering him. They pulled away in unison, and at the same time she felt the sharp sting of fangs in her aching neck. Damien curled a hand around her wrist painfully and slowly brought it behind to the small of her back between them in a standing restraint. He ‘mmm’d’ a happy sound against her skin as he swallowed once, twice, three times…
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Castiel’s POV
The only thing keeping him from rushing the makeshift stage was Taala’s continual monologue beside him about staying in control to save his soul, that he needed to leave, and that Angel was all right. She bloody well wasn’t! His eyes had seen the blue bruise on her neck that they’d all missed when Damien flipped her hair away. And yet the monster still chose THERE to feed again? The dark bruising meant one of his previous feeds had been too deep and long, something Angel didn’t admit. It was added pain on purpose, that psychopath! Castiel started to push through the bodies with Taala in his shadow.
Dai was lost to the poison, his back flat on the table with one kitten sucking him off the edge and another riding his face, oblivious to the torture happening above on the same table. ‘Tonight I’m Fucking You’ by Enrique Iglesias started up on the speakers while groups scattered back to their fun.
Castiel grabbed his necklace cross tight and squeezed when the vampire on the table slid a slimey hand over Angel’s stomach, up her rib and patted the ‘Pet 137’ tattoo. Castiel’s eyes raised higher and Damien’s dead eyes were boring into his with obvious delight. One more second and Damien would be nothing but dust…
Half a second later, Angel’s head tilted back into place while Damien slid his tongue over her bruise. His eyes never left Castiel’s as he whispered something in her ear, her body writhing and arching unnaturally. He released her with a slight push and jumped down from the table before Castiel could reach it. He slunk away laughing with victory.
Angel was hugging herself and twisting in place, biting her lower lip so hard he was sure it would bleed. “Angel? Love? Here, come down.” Her eyes found Castiel’s and he inhaled sharply at her completely blown out pupils. In the next moment she has pounce hugged him from the tabletop and wrapped legs around his waist.
“Castiel.” Taala spoke behind him somewhere. “You need to leave.” Castiel wrapped arms around her body and down to her thighs to support her weight. “You won’t be able to fight this Castiel.” She was a flurry of kissing and nipping on his jawline, sending little tingles throughout. “Castiel, NOW.” He knew Taala was right and applied pressure between their bodies to try and separate, feeling one small hand grip his shoulder and another ball up at the base of his throat.
He felt focused pain on the back of his neck and then a flood of pleasure let go through him when it stopped. Taala yelled a “NO!” from around him and his head spun dizzy with want. He moulded her small body back against him and found her hot mouth with his instantly. Every moment of desire that had been stifled by the charm hit him like a freight train. It overwhelmed and clouded any sense of restraint he may have had left.
A mess of sloppy kisses, he strode with her to the side of the yard and dropped her on a tire stack. She was pulling his shirt off, buttons pinging off. He was pulling her hips forward to the edge and undoing her jeans. She hooked heels around his thighs and used them to help bunch his jeans down after an easy release of the button. He roughly pulled her tight jeans down and managed to free one leg and foot from the barrier. Crushing heavy against her he dragged in laboured breaths between kisses, aware that his throbbing tip pressed only against wet lace. She moaned and wiggled, near claws digging his shoulders. He tested a push at the fabric and felt a hot hollow try to receive him. Growling into their kiss he hooked the thong with a thumb to the side and pressed in again.
Unreal pleasure swirled his centre and length. Tight friction pulled him in, velvet heat enveloped him. Holy fucking Hell! Taking guidance from the heels in his thighs, he pushed in when they dug and withdrew when they released. He sunk deeper into her with the slow thrusts until he was fully embedded to his sack. She purred and moaned under him. Fuckity fuckfuck! Gripping fingers to her hips, he withdew fully and slid fully back in. Again. Again. Faster. More! She slipped a hand between them and rubbed herself above his sliding cock, arching and jerking with the contact. She released the kiss and tangled other fingers in his hair to direct his mouth to a needy breast, momentarily pulling the knit fabric up for access. He sucked and fucked like his life depended on it, as it truly felt like it did.
Pressure coiled in his balls and her whimpered spasms sent him over. Ramming in deep he broke from her breast to tip a chin and give guttural grunts to the sky. Defiance of his God as he poured his love into her.