The Fallen Part 16

All righty then. Cut to the chase. Smiling, she strolled back to him, taking his hand in hers and leading him to her bedroom. She released his hand when they reached the bedroom and moved to the bedside lamp, flipping the switch twice to keep it dim, but with enough light to get down to business. aI hope you still have that play purty ready for me,a she said in a purring voice, turning to look at him where he stood near the door.

Moving to the bed, she sat on the edge and crooked her finger at him in a acome hithera gesture. He didnat need much provocation. He sauntered across the room, peeling his shirt off as he approached her, and then unb.u.t.toning his pants.

Izzy resisted the urge to fan herself at the private strip show. He might be strange, but his body was d.a.m.n fine. She couldnat wait to touch him, could feel her body revving already when she hadnat even touched him yet. Shead never been with a man so fit before. Most didnat give a s.h.i.t about how they looked.

She just hoped he was good in bed.

He stopped in front of her, his chest rising and falling with deep, excited breaths.

Her pulse quickened. She hooked her fingers in his waistband, tugging him closer to unzip his fly. The zipper sounded loud in the room, heightening her antic.i.p.ation. She parted his fly and pushed his pants down his hips.

He wasnat wearing underwear.

Izzy felt her eyes widen as she revealed his erection. His c.o.c.k stood out from his narrow hips, thick and engorged to a deep, fleshy red.

It seemed a shame to cover it up, but mama didnat raise no fool. She leaned over and took a condom out of her bedside table, tearing it open with her teeth.

aWhat is that?a he asked.

Izzy rolled it onto his length and looked up. aProtection? Tell me youave used condoms before.a aWhat is it for?a Great. One of those. She shouldnat have been surprised. Most men would rather play dumb, and this guy was obviously not American--he had to be from some backwater country that didnat believe in giving women the option of not being pregnant. aItas to keep your little tadpoles from swimming up my channel and getting me pregnant.a He frowned but said nothing.

Izzy peeled off her top and threw it on the floor, cutting off further conversation. His frown turned as he clenched his jaw and looked at her hungrily.

Heat bloomed at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and spread up her neck and down her belly.

He knelt on the floor and cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. A sound that was half groan, half sigh escaped his mouth.

He buried his face at her neck, sucking the hollow behind her ear as he ma.s.saged her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Fire shot through her blood, warming her, making her wet with desire. She moaned and clutched his forearms, easing her legs open to allow him closer access.

He nibbled her neck, up and around her jaw until he found her lips and covered her mouth with his own. His tongue plunged inside, tangled with hers.

Izzy sucked his tongue, reveling in his moan of pleasure into her mouth. He tasted wild, exotic and tangy from the drink and fruit head consumed. She ran her hands down his back, cupping his tight a.s.s. Mmmmm. He felt good. Shead never be able to go back to scrawny men now. Just feeling his muscles flex had her s.e.x watering in antic.i.p.ation.

He groaned into her mouth and pushed her back on the bed. Breaking this kiss, breathing raggedly, he crawled on top of her and covered her with his body.

He ran his lips down her chin and throat, kissing her collarbone, her chest. Ragged, hot breath wafted her skin, his tongue cooling and heating her all at once.

He reached her bra and nibbled her nipple through the satiny fabric.

Tendrils of m.u.f.fled sensation crawled along her nerves.

Izzy groaned in frustration.

He pulled at the fabric with his teeth and fingers, then lifted his head to study her chest with a frown. Impatient, he snapped the bra in front, jouncing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s free.

A satisfied sound rumbled in his chest. He descended, ravishing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, nipping, nibbling, sucking. He seemed everywhere at once, his hands, his mouth, his tongue. She felt devoured, like a delicacy he couldnat seem to get enough of.

He was just rough enough to leave her wanting more.

Izzy touched his ma.s.sive shoulders, excited by the muscles working there, his arms bulging. She could feel the strained power in his body, his excitement invoked by her body and exploratory touches.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s felt heavy, swollen. Her nipples excruciatingly erect and painfully ignored when he moved down her ribcage in a nibbling path to her belly. He met the waistband of her skirt.

She gasped when he ripped it, too, tugging it off her hips with impatient roughness that turned her on more than she thought possible.

His callused palms touched her hips, eased off her panties until she was completely naked beneath him.

Shead had enough foreplay, and yet, she couldnat seem to encourage him enough to go ahead and take her. He seemed determined to take his time, to stoke her arousal as high as he could before going further.

She enjoyed it, but she hated it.

He nibbled her lower belly, her hips. His fingers teased the thin runway of hair leading to her p.u.s.s.y. Her stomach clenched on a spasm of arousal. Her cleft tightened, and she could feel her arousal saturating her folds.

He nipped her mound with his teeth, surprising a gasp out of her. Her thighs tensed as he pushed them apart. She bit her bottom lip, clutching the covers in a death grip as he nuzzled her slit.

She could feel his breath cooling her wet folds, heightening sensation, deepening arousal. When his tongue swiped her slit, her body reacted with a violent spasm of pleasure. She bucked, sucking in a hard, loud breath as he plunged his tongue into her v.a.g.i.n.a.

m.u.f.fled groans and slurps reached her ears, breaking through the pleasure hazing her mind. Her c.l.i.t throbbed, pulsing with the rapid beat of her heart.

aYou taste different than I expected,a he murmured when he pulled free, breathing heavily on her s.e.x. aBut very good. I enjoy tasting you.a He nibbled her c.l.i.t, sucking it into his mouth like a sugary treat. aMmmmm. The more I have, the more I want,a he said, finishing on a growl as he buried his face in her c.u.n.t.

Izzy clamped her thighs around his head, surely smothering him, but she couldnat help herself. She arched, bringing her hips closer to him, grinding herself against his mouth, reaching for the ultimate bliss.

He pried her legs off and moved over her, settling his hips between her legs. His chest brushed her achy nipples, squeezing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he lowered to her.

The thick head of his c.o.c.k nudged her entrance, moving into position to part the tender lips of her v.a.g.i.n.a.

He nuzzled her temple, holding himself above her enough to avoid crushing the breath out of her lungs. He moved his hips, rocking, teasing her with the slide of his length against her, slipping in her juices, moving maddeningly against her c.l.i.t.

She jerked involuntarily, coming up hard against him. Izzy groaned in frustration, moving beneath him, her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles clenching with carnal hunger.

He pushed forward suddenly, the thick head stretching her opening, moving inside with the sensation of a cork exploding from a bottle. Her bodyas lubrication increased, making her wetter with the edge of pain, the forceful invasion.

aIsabel,a he groaned, kissing her ear as plunged to the hilt and sent every nerve ending in her c.u.n.t screaming with undeniable pleasure.

Raphael panted above her, holding perfectly still as her womanas channel clamped down on him in a rippling movement that had sweat popping out along his skin. His c.o.c.k felt on fire, liquid heat engulfing his length. His muscles burned with restraint.

She moaned beneath him, trying to move on his c.o.c.k, urging him to action. Her thighs slid against his legs, so soft and satiny that he ached to touch them, explore her with his tongue. Head been too eager to begin--he realized his mistake now, his impatience. Her fingertips danced across his back and shoulders, creating a firestorm of pleasure he hadnat experienced in years.

He gritted his teeth, trying to control himself.

She was so d.a.m.nably tight, almost milking him. Head never experienced anything like it before in his life.

Even the sleeve shead put on him couldnat m.u.f.fle the sensations rioting from the shocking clutch of her muscles. Her body wanted the seed he would put into her. The condom was no barrier to him, should he wish it otherwise, and he did. He would put a babe in her belly tonight.

Sweet mercy. He shuddered. His body shook with a l.u.s.t he couldnat explain.

He groaned and pulled from her. As he drew slowly back, she tightened on him, her muscles trembling.

He propped on an elbow, moving a hand between their bodies to stroke her c.l.i.toris. It was warm and swollen and wet, plumping to a rigid pinpoint of need the moment he touched it. She cried out his name, arching her back as he tweaked the point and flexed his c.o.c.k deep within her.

Raphael had never known a time when his control had been so weak, his s.e.xual appet.i.te so great. How could this human arouse such hidden desires from him?

The knowledge that she would now be his increased his appet.i.te, seared his brain. His woman.

He slid his lips over her ear, bending deeply to reach her jaw. He sucked the sweet skin at the corner of her lips, pinching her c.l.i.t with his fingers and rolling it until she whimpered and her back arched.

She was intoxicating, her smell, her taste. Had Elumi women been so sweet? So seductive? Was he just so desperate that any woman would feel so good?

His blood thundered through his veins, making his c.o.c.k throb with the violent beat of his heart.

aRaphael,a she cried out desperately, digging her short nails into his shoulders.

The gripping tunnel of flesh encasing his length was too much to resist, maddening him with desire. A savage growl ripped from his throat, and he plunged inside her once more. Propping his arms on either side of her head, he thrust into her, groaning as her body loved him, coaxed him to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Her body arched. She cried out, going rigid beneath him, and he knew shead reached her climax. Her cries echoed around him until he wanted to explode.

He closed his eyes, driving into her again and again. The milking pull of her muscles was hypnotic, drugging.

He gave in to the violent need taking root, so savage it threatened to tear him apart. Pleasure erupted inside him, making his c.o.c.k grow harder, stiff as an oak shaft. He pushed, melding through the thin sleeve to spew his seed deep inside her as it erupted from his c.o.c.k head. He o.r.g.a.s.med, releasing just enough within her depths to secure the creation of his child a and the binding of his beautiful Isabel to him.

Chapter Three.

Euphoria such as he had never known warmed Raphael as he gazed down at his prize, stroking her soft flesh, which pleased him so much that he could not resist touching her, even though she slept now. He could not recall ever having experienced a union more completely satisfying. He wondered if it was entirely due to the fact that she was his perfect mate or if it was because he had placed his son in her belly.

He thought, perhaps, that it was some of both.

She would breed a fine son for him. He supposed that he should be appalled that it would not be Elumi, but a combination of human and Elumi, but he found that it pleased him to think of their seeds combining as he had mated with her, that he would have a child that was a part of him and a part of her.

Perhaps he would have felt much the same if he had chosen an Elumi woman, but he had never had any interest in doing so when he had had the opportunity and he no longer had that option.

The wonder of this, and a good part of his euphoria, was that he no longer cared.

He frowned thoughtfully after several moments.

He had been completely focused for some time on finding a companion. He had not thought beyond that and he realized that he had erred. He would be a father. He must consider how best to protect his child. It would be fragile. There was much that it would need to learn and grow into the strong son that he had envisioned. Plans needed to be made and executed before he welcomed it into this world.

With that thought, he skated his hand downward over Isabelas body, settling his palm on her flat belly. Had he sparked life, he wondered with a flicker of doubt? He could sense nothing, but he realized after a moment that he was simply far too anxious. Days would pa.s.s before he could be certain, perhaps many days.

And in that time, his child and his woman would be most vulnerable.

Frowning, he sat up abruptly.

It was not safe for him to linger near his woman--not now. He should have thought about that, instead of indulging himself. Their mingled scents might draw his enemies.

Standing abruptly, he moved into her bathroom and bathed himself, carefully removing as much of her scent from himself as he could. When he was reasonably satisfied, he shut the water off and left her abode. Morphing, he took to the air and returned to the abandoned building that he had claimed as shelter for many months.

He began to pace and think when he had alit, trying to decide if it would be best to stay as far away from Isabel as he could, or if it would be better to stay near her to guard her and his child.

Finally, he decided that, for a few days at least, it would be best to keep his distance. He could use that time to find a safe place for his family. The centers of population drew the fallen. There, they knew they were most likely to find the enemies they sought, hiding themselves among the humans.

He must find a place of remoteness, and when he had, he would need to fill it with the things that would bring pleasure and comfort to his companion, for he knew humans were creatures of comfort.

Izzy stretched and yawned, her back muscles tightening with the movement. aMmmmmm,a she hummed, leisurely opening her eyes to an empty bed and room.

That was a surprise. She had thought Raphael was the needy type, the sort to want to hang on for a while--the kind of man that inevitably wore out his welcome before he left and usually had to be run off.

It was a little disconcerting to discover he wasnat quite what shead expected. Maybe head been playing her?

Dismay hit her like a brick. Rolling out of bed abruptly, she looked around a little frantically for her pocketbook. Relief filled her when she discovered it was untouched, all of her credit cards and money accounted for, but then she was almost more puzzled than before. Head seemed lost, but wasnat? It hadnat been scam--which she should have thought about before. She was just d.a.m.ned lucky it hadnat been!

Shrugging, she dropped the purse and headed for the bathroom to perform her morning ablutions and get ready for work.

The rat race sucked, but someone had to do it.

When she got to work, Diana met her before shead even gotten settled at her desk.

aDish, girl. I want every nasty, raunchy detail. Did you c.u.m more than once? What did his d.i.c.k look like? Is he a good kisser?a aJesus, Diana!a Izzy looked around to make sure no one was near enough to hear Dianaas excited chatter. When she saw the coast was clear, she looked at her friend a long moment, trying to decide how much to divulge. She didnat know why she wasnat comfortable talking about her night with Raphael, but she found that she was reluctant. aHe was a good.a Disbelief was patent in Dianaas expression. She rolled her eyes. aCome off it. Is that all youare gonna tell?a aAll right. He was very good.a Isabel grinned. aThatas all Iam sayina. Ladies donat talk.a Diana gave her a look. aI ainat never heard that one before. Give it up. It had to be better than what I got saddled with last night. He pumped on top of me--I kid you not--three times, came, then got up to leave. I was glad to see his sorry a.s.s go. Not only did I not get my cookie, I didnat even have fun almost getting my cookie! That guy was so lame! I canat believe I saw Rafe first and you got him! I am so jealous!a Izzy patted her shoulder sympathetically. aI asked Raphael like you asked me. He said he knew others like him, but you couldnat go there. He said he couldnat even go there anymore. Isnat that strange?a Diana had perked up immediately at the first part of Izzyas speech, but by the time Izzy finished she was looking morose. aGuess theyare not handing out visas, huh?a Izzy frowned. aI donat know. I have to wonder a Whoops. Thereas the boss. Scram.a Diana scrambled back to her work station, and Izzy turned on her computer to answer customer complaints. She loved Diana and normally told her everything, but this time was different. She might have thought it was because Diana was acting all weird and jealous, but she didnat really believe, deep down that Diana was that serious. She probably was envious--she wouldave been if the shoe had been on the other foot--but Diana knew the score. A guy picked whoever he picked. A gal said yes or no.

It wasnat about Diana. She couldnat quite figure out her hesitation in talking about Raphael, but it wasnat because she was afraid it would hurt her feelings. She just hadnat wanted to share. It puzzled her--he puzzled her. She was being silly, she knew, but d.a.m.n, the boy knew how to work it.

There was just something about hima.

She couldnat recall ever coming so hard in all her life, and she was a little embarra.s.sed about how vocal shead been the night before. Even after head rolled off her and pulled his d.i.c.k out, tremors of pleasure still rippled through her for almost an hour afterward.

There was no explaining that, and she wondered now just how alert shead been. Shead had a good bit to drink. No doubt her memory was fuzzy on all the particulars.

It was just as well. She doubted very much that shead ever see him again.

A man like that was too s.e.xy to be with one woman.

Diana thought the best cure for the no man blues was to go out clubbing. Since it was the weekend, again--she wasnat about to let Izzy sit at home and be miserable by her lonesome, which was why she was now sitting at the bar, letting the bone shattering beat of dance music vibrate her organs to liquid form.

Diana went off dancing, but Izzy didnat feel up to it, so she moved to a table in the back, as far from the noise as she could get while still maintaining a good scoping position.