Lover's Wrath: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 3) by Lacey Andersen (best classic literature TXT) 📗

And then, he slid his hand out of her pants.

“No,” she murmured. “Daniel, I want—“

“I know,” he said, biting her shoulder blade gently.

He fumbled with the button and zipper on her pants, then drew her pants and underwear down. A second later, she heard him taking off his own pants. She tried to move, but his hand still held her wrists down. It was strangely… erotic. Being taken in the forest like this, being fucked on grass and leaves.

Suddenly, his hard erection was sliding along her folds from behind.

She felt the shudder move through his body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “So wet and ready.”

She opened her mouth to speak, to say what she didn’t know, but he plunged deeply inside her. A strangled sound escaped her lips, and then he was fucking her like a wild animal. The sounds of their flesh slapping against each other filled the silence. His cock was massive, almost too big, from behind, but it also felt so good her body was screaming for it to never stop.

It was all so overwhelming. So hot. The way he pinned her hands down. The way he slammed into her with such abandon, swearing softly through gritted teeth as he plunged in and out.

When a shudder moved through her body, and her inner-muscles tightened around him, his grip on her hip tightened too. “You coming, sweet Surcy?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Then come,” he ordered her, and his shaft swelled within her.

Her orgasm came, like a wave. She wished she had something to hold on to as she crashed over the edge, screaming his name. He rocked inside of her, his seed exploding and a guttural roar squeezing from his lips.

When she at last felt her muscles relax, and her body and mind connected once more, she lay panting on the ground, not moving. He lay quietly on top of her, only for a minute, before he pulled his cock free.

Without releasing her wrists, he wedged his tip into her from behind.

She tensed. “You ready for my ass?”

He slid deeper, even as her muscles squeezed around him in protest. “Always.”

His hand moved from her hip to her slick folds. He began to work her again, causing the sensitive nerves to fire off in a sensation that bordered on painful. But with each movement he made, his shaft slid deeper and deeper into her, until he could go no further.

And then, he took her, slower than before. He stroked and touched her with each thrust until the sensation deep within her was a need to explode once more.

This time when her orgasm hit, it was deeper and louder, shuddering through her body like an earthquake. When she felt him come inside her, she was still shaking from the aftermath of her orgasm.

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For a long minute, neither of them moved. Finally, he released her hands and they redressed. Before she could stand, he pulled her into his lap.

“Sorry. There was nothing in my mind—of you, of Tristan, or of Mark. Suddenly, someone pulled back the shades, and I could see all of it. I was scared, scared that if I let go of you for one minute, I’d forget it all.”

She rested her head against his chest. “It’s okay. I’m just glad to have you back.”

More than glad. More than anything I can describe.

He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. Neither of them spoke for a long time. The sounds of the woods returned. The insects and birds. The whistling of the wind. It was like the world had begun to turn once more.

“I’m an angel,” he whispered.

She tried to keep her words even. “How does it feel?”

His hand stilled in her hair. “Too natural. And yet, like I’ve been collared.”

She nodded. “As long as Caine’s in charge, he has far too much power over us.”

He continued to stroke her hair. “So what do we do?”

What can we do? “Are Mark and Tristan angels too?”

Daniel stiffened. “I don’t think so. I never saw them or sensed them.”

Something she hadn’t known was there began to ache, and she realized something terrible. When she’d seen Daniel, she’d naturally assumed they’d all been turned into angels. It was twisted and awful, but at least it meant they weren’t beyond her grasp.

But what if it was only Daniel who had been spared?

“We have to accept they might be gone,” he said. A shiver rocked violently through Daniel’s body. “He shattered Tristan. And he burnt me alive.”

“Who?” she whispered.

“The archangel. He’s more powerful than any being I’ve faced except Caine.”

“So, we’ll have to be prepared for him tomorrow too.”

Daniel stiffened. “Don’t tell me anything. Caine can get inside my mind. He can order me back at any time.”

“So what do we do?”

He was quiet for too long. “I go back. And I pretend that I don’t remember anything. You do whatever you have planned. And when the time comes, I help.”

Tears choked her throat. “I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to send you back there, or do this alone.”

He kissed her hair. “Me neither, but we have to.”

The dark night slid into the slightest shade of grey. She stared at it, knowing it meant their time together was slipping away. With all their powers, neither one of them had the one they really needed. To stop time.

“I have to go, or he’ll know something went wrong.”

She clenched the fabric of his shirt in her hand. “What will you say?”

He laughed, the sound so familiar it spoke to her very soul. “I’ll think of something. Lying isn’t exactly a weakness of mine.”

They rose, and he held her in a tight hug for one more painful moment. When she pulled back, he had the saddest smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, and then he teleported away.

Heart in her throat, she stared at where he’d been for one long moment, before she too teleported away. Just inside the hospital, she watched an old man