Guest Blogger ~ Rosalie Lario ~ For Love of an Angel

Content Advisory: M/F, adult situation

 

      Thanks so much for hosting me here on Everything Erotic. Today I’m debuting my new series, The Fallen Warriors, featuring a group of sexy Fallen Angels searching for their perfect mate. Please read on:                                                          

In a world where angels rule over humans, twelve outcasts dare to defy expectation, warring with their angel brethren to prevent the extinction of humankind.

They are The Fallen...

Michael is one of twelve angels who have been outcast due to their determination to protect humankind. In order to preserve his immortality and strength, he must find a mate with angel blood. Eva Smyth has never believed the propaganda spouted by the Consortium—the elite system of guards put into place once angels took over reign of Earth—but she never expected to learn the angels plan to eradicate all of humankind, or that she herself is part angel. Joining Michael means living a life on the run, at war against the angels and hunted by the Consortium. Eva must decide whether to risk it all...for love of an angel.

A whisper of a touch crawled across Eva’s jaw, sparking a tingle of arousal between her thighs. Her innocent dream of making lattes for customers morphed into an X-rated featurette where a familiar customer wearing nothing more than an amazing set of black wings walked up to the counter and asked her for "The Special". It culminated with her going down on him while the other customers watched. Some of them cheering and others impatiently yelling out their drink orders.

"Awake," said a rumbling voice, and the feather-light touch brushed across her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open and she saw the object of her desires seated on the bed next to her, his fingers hovering over her face. Embarrassed heat warmed her cheeks. Thank goodness Michael couldn’t read her mind, because she’d be utterly humiliated right now if he could. "Um...hi."

His lips curled into a devastating grin. "Did you sleep well?"

If sexually frustrated tossing and turning counted as sleeping well, then…

"Yeah."

He reached toward her nightstand, grabbed her cell phone, and held it out to her.

She looked at it and frowned. "What’s this for?"

"You’re calling in sick to work today."

"I—what?" Ignoring the phone in his hand, she sat up and scooted backward so her back met the headboard. "Why would I do that?"

"Because, Eva." He looked at her evenly. "You promised me the opportunity to convince you to be my mate. I want you to give me that chance."

Color her confused. Wasn't she already doing that? "But—"

"I can’t stay forever." He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "I never intended to be gone more than a few days."

"Wait, you really thought you could get me to go with you in just a few days?"

Why on Earth would he think that? Had he assumed she’d be so easy? So eager to throw her whole life away?

He reached out with his free hand and wrapped it around hers. "Have you ever called in sick before?" When she didn’t respond he said, "So I thought. They’ll never suspect a thing."

Still, calling in sick went against her nature. She wasn’t much of a liar. "I don’t know."

"What have you got to lose?"

Good point.

Taking the phone from him, she placed the call to work. Her boss answered. "Hi, Lacey, it’s Eva."

"Eva? What can I do for you?"

Was it just her or did Lacey’s voice sound suspicious? Lord, she was so horrible at this. Biting her lip, she forced a cough. "I’m so sorry, but I woke up feeling horrible today."

"What’s wrong?"

Yup, she definitely sounded skeptical. Faking another cough, Eva put a tremble in her voice. "Horrible head cold. My throat is sore. Strep throat, maybe?"

"Oh...well, in that case you’d better stay home today. We can’t chance you spreading that around."

Really? Relief spread through her body relaxing her shoulders. "Okay. Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow. Thanks."

Hanging up the phone, she handed it back to Michael. "It worked."

He chuckled and placed the phone back in its original position. "You sound so surprised, beloved."

"A little, I guess. I hadn't realized it would be so easy."

"Well, I for one think your deplorable lying skills are an adorable trait." He punctuated his words with a tweak of her nose.

"Hey," she protested with a laugh. Her smile died when she saw the devious look that crept to his face. She shifted uneasily.  "What’s wrong?"

"Not a thing," he answered in a husky voice. Bending toward her, he flicked the top button of her sleep shirt open.

"Wha—what are you doing?"

Shooting her a half-lidded look, he murmured, "I would have thought that was obvious."

He undid a second button, then a third, until she was shivering in anticipation. What was he up to?

Flustered, she stammered, "Bu—but I thought you said you weren't going to...you know, be with me, unless I committed to you."

"I'm not." His husky voice washed over her, and a shudder went through her entire body, leaving her hot and wet. "But that doesn't mean I can't pleasure you, and I must admit, beloved, I've been thinking of doing that all night long."

"Oh." The word came out like a soft gasp.

When he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers, running his tongue along the seam of her mouth, she finally allowed herself to touch him. His flesh was an arousing mixture of hard and soft, like silk over steel. The muscles in his chest flexed under her hands. And when she ran them up his shoulders and around to his back, he let out a soft groan against her lips.

The last of the buttons on her sleep shirt practically melted away at the touch of his hands, and he pulled back to draw the fabric open, gazing down at her with a reverent look. Her nipples hardened to taut peaks under his perusal.

"So exquisite," he murmured, pulling the fabric back on her shoulders before sliding his fingers along her nipples.

She arched her back at his electrifying touch. Every nerve ending on her body sizzled so that she felt in serious danger of a nuclear-grade meltdown.

"Your touch," she gasped, "it's amazing. Like there's a bolt of energy right under your fingertips."

He threw her a lopsided grin. "You haven't seen anything yet." With those words, he bent to close his mouth around one of her nipples.

She arched into him on a soft scream. Already her entire body trembled, on the verge of an intense orgasm.

As if sensing how close she was, he popped her nipple from his mouth and moved to the other one, alternating teasing licks and nips, effectively driving her to the edge without letting her go over. She clamped her legs together and gave a helpless jerk of her hips. "Oh please, I need to—"

"No," he murmured in a tone that brooked no argument. "Not yet."

"Oh..." Raking her nails across his back, she let her head fall against the headboard, unable to do more than moan as he cupped and kneaded her breasts, taking turns sucking each of the pearly buds into his mouth.

So that's it, she thought numbly. His plan is to torture me to death. But what a sweet torture it was. Already a soft, thumping pulse sounded out between her thighs, and he hadn't even touched her there yet.

When he finally pulled away to look down at her, she was past the point of self-consciousness. He slid back on the bed, placing his hands high on her thighs. His thumb gave the barest of brushes along her clitoris, slick from her moisture, and she cried out, shuddering uncontrollably.

"Delicious," he whispered in his husky voice. "Spread your thighs for me, beloved. Let me gaze upon your beauty."

Oh yes, what sweet punishment this was.

With the dim realization that she was panting like a dog in heat, she did as he requested, allowing him to nudge her thighs apart and bend her legs up so she was fully bared to him. Even his hungry gaze made her hot.

His eyes devoured her for a long moment, feeding her frenzy, before he finally touched his hand to her. He ran his forefinger along her slit and then touched it directly to her sensitive nub. That was all it took to send her screaming over the edge.

"Oh my...God!" Her legs shook like mad as her body convulsed, leaving her vision hazy and her heart slamming against her chest.

Holy hell. One touch of his finger and she'd had the most intense orgasm of her life. The reality of that completely blew her mind. How could any man ever compare to this angel? To Michael?

He waited until she regained some semblance of conscious thought before sliding his fingers along her body again. "That was astounding, beloved." The depth of his desire was evident in his eyes, in the harsh rasping of his breath. "To see the passion on your face as you come apart beneath my hands...there's no comparison."

As if to punctuate his words, he slid one long finger inside her, gliding in and out, setting a rhythm that quickly drove her to the edge once again. She couldn't help but moan. "Oh, that feels..." Arching her back, she dug her elbows into the mattress, using them to hold her upper body off the mattress. She wanted to watch him, to see the look of desire on his face.

He noticed her watching and caught his lip between his teeth in a sexy, teasing gesture. "You like this."

It was a statement, not a question. Still she answered. "Yes."

"Mm...me too." He withdrew his hand. Before she could bemoan its loss, he slid down the bed and onto his stomach, positioning himself between her legs.

Oh, wait a second. She'd wondered what his electric tongue would feel like down there, but now she was afraid it'd be too intense. "Wait..."

With a grin, he threw her legs over his shoulders and touched his tongue to her.

"Oh my God!"

She screamed when he gave her a long, slow lick, gently sucking in on her clit. His fingers joined his tongue and she was gone. A hard climax ripped through her, seizing her muscles with such force that she'd no doubt be sore later. He worked her the whole while, and when she began to come down he increased the intensity again, probing deep with his tongue. On and on it went until she lost track of the number of times she'd come.

Her last thought before an exhausted slumber claimed her was, This is a good way to die.

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