The Demon of Angels (Bk. 2)

I WAS SWEPT off my feet as we began moving at thunderous speeds, my body clutched tightly in Zeke’s warm embrace. Giggling against his chest, Zeke brought us immediately out of town.

Normally, I would have argued to see the others first. This time, however, I let him carry me to wherever, knowing I needed the alone time with him more than I needed air to breathe.

Despite the cool evening air, a warm breeze kissed my skin as Zeke came to an abrupt halt. I was cuddled into his neck with my eyes closed, breathing in his fresh scent of pine, mint, and cologne. He laid my feet gently against the ground, resting on a soft patch of warm sand. My eyes fluttered open as I dropped my arms to his chest, and he wrapped his arms around my middle.

Birds chirped in the background, the soft brush of water crashing against the shore at my back. The sun was starting to set over the horizon, creating swirls of color that painted Zeke’s face an illuminating glow.

Dropping his head next to my ear, Zeke’s lips brushed against my smooth skin. His voice lowered several octaves, dropping to that husky tone I was addicted to. “Why don’t you do me a favor and turn that pretty little ass around.”

Doing as I was told, which helped me hide my burning cheeks, I turned around. As my eyes lay upon the beautiful lake that bared itself in front of me. Soft waves trickled in the distance, and I breathed in a lungful of air. Spinning back around, my eyes rested upon a lakefront cabin.

I gasped at the structure, cheeks heating at the privacy of it, and a smile graced my lips. Built upon a hill, the two-story wooden cabin had floor-to-ceiling windows on the second level. The large glass windows arched with the roof, coming to a point at the top. Wrapping around the cabin was a wooden porch. Two black table sets sat on either side. Supported by beams, the porch sat above a double-wide storage area. A fireplace was laid in front of the cabin, with several lawn chairs encircling the charred logs.

Zeke lowered his hand to my hip, and I leaned into his chest, sighing contently. Placing a kiss on the top of my head, he said, “I hope you like it. I bought it a while back, and the others will be over tomorrow afternoon.”

Whipping around, my face stretched into a large smile with a mischievous raised eyebrow. “Really?”

Zeke grinned with a nod. He scanned through my eyes, his own shimmering with emotions I couldn’t put together. But through the bond, I could feel it all: Happiness, relief, excitement, adoration, and something deeper– stronger. He pulled me tighter against his chest. “I never got to tell you,” he murmured, a slight tremor in his voice. My brow furrowed, but he ran a soothing finger along the creased lines and smoothened them out. His eyes returned to mine; the air in my lungs seized. His hand lifted and cradled the side of my face. I relaxed into his touch, my eyes fluttering. It wasn’t until I met his gaze once more that he finally spoke. “I love you,” he admitted. “I love you, Celeste Allen. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Tears welled in my eyes at his confession, and I chocked back a happy sob. “I love you,” I echoed, laughing through my baby tears. Zeke smiled the biggest and most radiant smile I’d ever seen. With the brush of his thumb, he wiped the tears away. The radiant light I felt at that moment was overwhelming, the high contrast to what I had felt in the depths of that cell.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I jerked him down as I stood on my toes and crushed my lips to his. Zeke moaned into the kiss, deepening it as his lips parted. Our tongues clashed, dancing for dominance. Swallowing back the emotional overload lodged in my throat, I pulled back slightly and nipped at his bottom lip. I wasn’t going to last the night if he kept kissing me like that.

I lowered my hands to his chest. Zeke’s chest rumbled beneath my fingertips, his hands digging into my hips. “You’re killing me, Princess,” he grumbled. He dropped his forehead to mine, squeezing his eyes shut as he fought for control.

Frowning, I realized I didn’t want him to control himself. I wanted him to let go and do what he pleased with me and my body. The thought burned its way between my legs, the need for him entangling my thoughts into mush.

Unsure of what to respond with, I murmured sensually the first thing that came to mind. “Bite me.”

Zeke’s head snapped up in a flash, and his eyes glowed. His hot breath fanned against my neck. “Is that an invitation?”

Sweet baby Jesus.

“And if it was?” I whispered breathlessly, gazing into his eyes. I was playing with fire, and we both knew it. Pulling my Hybrid to the surface, I let my eyes glow and look through the boy in front of me, letting him know I wanted him just as badly as he did me. Licking my lips, his eyes flickered to my mouth, churning with lusting desire. I slid my hands around his neck. “I don’t care if your control slips. Don’t hold back.”

Zeke sucked in a breath, searching my eyes for an answer to his unspoken question. As if making sure I was sure about the words I spoke. When he seemed satisfied, he growled and reclaimed my lips with a passion spoke about in hushed tones.

The grip on my hips tightened, and I pressed my body further into his, flushing our bodies together. His breath was heaven’s grace as he filled me full of his life with each kiss. Sucking on his bottom lip, he made a sound in the back of his throat. Half moan, half growl. Deepening the kiss, I parted my lips as shivers of pleasure shot through me.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss, let alone a gentle exploration. It was raw and deliciously possessive as if he were branding me, staking claim over me as his mate. His hands traveled from my hips, down to my thighs, then back up to my ass, cupping his hands and hauling me up until my legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist.

One moment we were outside, making out under the setting sun. The next, we were inside the cabin and what I assumed was the master bedroom. If I weren’t otherwise preoccupied, I would have gazed around to appreciate the view.

As he backed us toward the edge of the master bed, I found myself flat on the soft sheets a second later and his hard body falling between my parted legs. I melted under his touch. He burned away any ugly memories from the past several hours and replaced them with nothing but new ones and thoughts of him.

There was nothing but him; it had always been just him.

My hands clasped his hair as I pulled him closer, and then his hot kisses started trailing down my neck. “Zeke,” I breathed. His heated breath and perfect lips ravage my neck, pulling my ragged sweater up and over my head.

Zeke suddenly pulled back to look me in the eyes. “This isn’t why I brought you here. I just want you to know that. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

I laughed a little, appreciating the concern, but it wasn’t needed. I ran my fingers through his hair and then down his chest. With a grin, I demanded, “shut up and kiss me, dammit.”

He smirked, and he lowered himself down, his lips finding mine, and brushed his length against my hot and aching center. I moaned, arching into the motion. “For the record,” he murmured against my lips, “I would kick someone’s ass if they interrupted us right now.” I giggled lightly, remembering Hannah barging in on us purposefully before anything spicey happened.

All thoughts ceased immediately as his lips trailed lower, peppering kisses down my exposed chest. My breath caught in my throat as his touch burned through me. It awakened the desire I held for him tenfold. His lips trailed back up to my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as he pulled it between his teeth. I moaned, and Zeke responded with an approving growl. He moved to the other side and repeated the arousing action.

His hands and mouth were all enchanting. And right now, that mouth of his was irritatingly smug. I dug my fingers into his hair, adjusting to seal that smug mouth to mine.

Arching my back, I pressed up against him and everything inside me sparked to life, giving me a chance to feel his erection digging into the front of my shorts. He growled against my lips, raising my arms above my head and interlocking our fingers.

Unwillingly to let him have all the fun, I used my immortal strength to flip us over. I now straddled Zeke’s hips, moving achingly slow against him. Zeke moaned, letting his head crash against the pillow. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, silently begging him to take his shirt off. Watching as his muscles rippled with his slow movements was sexy as sin.

I mentally groaned. He was a tease without even trying.

His golden eyes suddenly move to my swollen lips, burning with hot desire. “You better put that weapon away, Princess,” he breathed.

“Weapon?” I purred while falling prey to his gaze.

He hooked the crook of his finger beneath the center of my bra, jerking me to his body. His lips attacked mine as his tongue forced itself into my mouth, demanding my arousal. He pushed against my chest gently to break the kiss, then rubbed his thumb over my lower lip as he smirked. “Yes. Your weapon.”

Grinning, I rolled my hips. It made me all the hotter as the firm piece of perfection tried to break free from the fabric straining to hold it at bay.

“Celeste,” he moaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”

Score one for Celeste, thank you very much.

Bending down, I flattened my chest against his so he got a full view of the ladies. Pressing my lips teasingly soft against his, I murmured, “Clothes. Off. Now.”

Flipping over on my side, I watched with lazy and hooded eyes as he did as he was told. . I drooled at his perfect abdomen and the cut V of his hips. Tiny dark hairs dusted from his naval, traveling the length of his V-line, and vanished into his jeans. Zeke unbuttoned them, slowly lowering the zipper, and I greedily eyed the movements.

Swallowing hard, I gripped the back of his neck and pulled him back to my lips as he shimmed out of the jeans. His passion and desire poured into my mouth. His kisses ignited my brain cells and left me with the feeling of being lit on a fire filled with lust and love.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” His confession left me breathless while simultaneously making my center heat and wetten.

My hands began tugging lightly in his hair as I pulled at the hem of my shorts. “Then take me,” I breathed.

Zeke stiffened underneath me, and I paused reluctantly, pulling away slightly. “What?” I murmured.

“Have you ever been with anyone else?” He asked bluntly, breathing heavily as he awaited my answer.

“None,” I answered honestly. “You?”

His eyes latched onto mine with intense and hard-to-swallow. “None.”

“Really?” I breathed.

Zeke nodded, biting his lip. “I never really cared for random flings. To me, they were pointless.” He started trailing a finger down my collar bone, through the area between my breasts, and stopping at the waistband of my shorts. “I’m glad I waited,” he murmured, meeting my eyes once more.

My breath caught in my throat as I glanced between his eyes. “Me too.”

Then, in one swift movement, our lips crashed together. Showing each other just how much it to us both.

He growled against my lips, flipping us over and resting between my parted legs once more.

My breathing became hoarse and needy as his tongue and mouth brought another arch to my back beneath him. His mouth moved lower, finding my waistband while his breath heated my lower stomach. A moan parted my lips as my fingers curled into his hair, my body shuddering, then skated my hands down and over his wide shoulders.

When he felt my whole body trembling, he smiled against me and slowly started making his way back up, trailing his lips over my very sensitive skin. “I love the way you want me,” he breathed against my neck, making my whole body shiver.

Enough foreplay, I growled to myself.

Hooking my fingers against his exposed back, I dug my nails into his skin. Hard enough to leave marks, but not enough to break the skin. I tugged him upward, my lips trailing over his pecs as my fingers continued their trail along his muscled back.

Pulling back, he hovered between my hips. The only thing separating us was the pieces of fabric of his briefs and my panties. My shorts had somehow disappeared between his peppered kisses. Zeke lowered more of his weight against me. I moaned as he captured my lips with his, slowly moving his hips against me.

Zeke’s finger hooked in the waistband of my panties, balancing back on his knees as he broke the kiss. In a single fluid motion, they’re ripped from my body, leaving me bare and completely naked beneath him.

Where did my bra go?

“Damn, you’re too perfect to be real,” he murmured while staring down at me. Normally, the stare would make me feel exposed and vulnerable, but that wasn’t the case with Zeke. I felt loved beneath his heavy gaze.

Holding his weight on an arm rested by my head, his free hand trailed down my exposed skin, finding my quivering hot center. I gasped as his fingers found a spot I didn’t realize was so sensitive, my hands moving from his back to the sheets, needing to latch onto something as he greedily flicked across my hot and needy lips.

Spreading my legs wider, his lips left my mouth and traveled downward. Leaving steaming hot kisses along my bare stomach, his breath fanned my inner thigh as he nipped the skin. My toes curled as a moan escaped me, expressing just how much I needed him inside me.

Then his sweet, hot mouth found that quivering junction between my legs. My hands tangled in his hair as he greedily nipped, sucked, and played, pushing me closer to the edge. “Oh… my… fuck,” I gushed out, and his pace only quickened, forcing a tightening in my lower abdomen.

My legs began to tremble, and just before I reached the edge, I was pulled back to the surface as he removed his fingers. My eyes ate up every inch of him as he tore off his briefs, not bothering to hide my approval of his actions.

Zeke moved his body until the tip of his erection was lined up to the center of my legs. His hot, demanding tongue slipped inside my mouth to silence my building moans, rebuilding the fire.

Guiding his firmness to my opening, I instinctively tensed up. His hand slid down the curve of my ass to angle me differently. “Relax, baby. I swear I won’t hurt you,” he soothed. I relaxed as his lips stroked slower, more gingerly across mine. I nodded, letting the desire I was burning in consume me.

As he brushed against my opening, I moaned against his lips. I bit his bottom lip, letting my hands roam the places they had yet to explore.

“I can’t believe how fucking perfect you are,” he breathed in exaltation, cupping my breasts and toying with each nipple. It perked up at the attention he was giving them, sensitive to the touch. Biting my lip, I scaled a nail down his chest.

Zeke’s chest rumbled, and then his body slid against mine until we were aligned once more, his lips pulling me in closer as my hips rose to meet his.

As I lost myself in Zeke, he guided his firmness directly against my aching opening. In a gentle motion, he slowly thrust himself inside me. There was a short pinch at first, and Zeke held still until my body fully relaxed. I moaned, relishing in the feeling of him inside of me. I kept the shock from showing as he slid in even deeper until he filled me completely, making me gasp in pleasure.

My legs slid up around his waist, giving him more depth, and he tugged at my back as he released a delicious breath of his own pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured in a hoarse tone, his body claiming mine as he pulled out slowly and then glided back in, making me greedy and desperate for more.

My nails dug into his back as I pulled him to me, and he steadily quickened his pace as my hips started rising to meet his. He held onto me with more passion than I thought possible, and each thrust pushed me closer to the edge I was desperate to fall off of.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips crushing against mine, silencing me beside the moans that rose from the back of my throat.

“Completely yours,” I mumbled against his lips.

He grunted as he started treating me as more than a fragile piece of glass. His slick thrusts were nowhere near brutal, and I found myself aching for the force and pace I knew he desperately wanted to keep.

I wanted to feel him claiming me the way he wanted to, without holding back. As if feeling that need churn within me, his body started to move vigorously between my legs, his breathing becoming rasped, desperate, and fully engulfed in our heat. His carnal desire was intoxicating. His tongue danced and played with mine. His rough, fervent need called to a beast within me I didn’t know existed.

The sounds exuding from the both of us only intensified the already hellacious, exquisite pace. My toes curled, and my fingers clawed at his back, my eyes beginning to roll to the back of my head.

I gripped him tighter as something stirred within me once more, and I felt a tear slip out for a whole new reason as I cried out and bliss followed. He shuddered inside me, filling me with his warmth as he let out a low moan of pleasure before collapsing halfway on my body and pulling me into his arms. “You okay?” he asked sincerely while he placed a gentle kiss against my forehead.

I’m freaking awesome.

“Definitely okay,” I panted out, still unable to catch my breath after that incredible release. He lightly kissed my lips, pulled out, and gently lifted me until we were sitting up and my legs straddled either side of his hips. My face was nestled in his neck, and he kissed my cheek, making me feel so warm, wanted, loved, and… perfect.

“Say it again,” he murmured softly, pulling me closer as he did.

“Say what?” I mused while running my lips over his collarbone.

“You know what,” he growled playfully.

My heart fluttered as I chuckled. “I’m yours,” I uttered breathlessly. His lips fell on mine possessively as he breathed me in. As our lips moved in synchronized precision, a pulse stirred within my core, vibrating the very chord that bonded Zeke and I.

Breaking the kiss, I furrowed my eyebrows. “Do you feel that?”

Zeke nodded, glancing between my eyes. The pulse thrummed from a small heated hum to a throbbing vibration. It started at the base of my core, then traveled through my body like the blood in my veins. It left a burning trail in its wake. Zeke winced as I let out a small gasp and squeezed my eyes shut.

Once it subsided, the bond that was formed between us only felt stronger. Flicking my gaze up, I met his stormy Hybrid yellows.

As his gaze met mine, a smug smile took over his features. “Well, there’s no doubting it now.” I laughed breathlessly, relaxing against him until we laid ourselves down, our breathing evened out, and we fell asleep entangled in limbs.

Soulmates.