Hey all,
I hope all of you had a wonderful week, and if you celebrated Saint Patrick's day, you enjoyed yourself sipping Irish beer or whiskey. I know I did!!!
So Amaris has figured out Eran's not such a bad guy, but how will he actually help her? If he really is a guardian angel, you know he'll keep her safe, but how? Let's find out. Enjoy!!!!!
The Watcher's Guild: Sweet Nephilim
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Her assured
voice took Eran back for a moment, but then he saw the fear had retreated
somewhat from her eyes. It had been
replaced with a determination that was almost palatable. Unable to prevent himself, he reached over
and touched her cheek. “I told you,
little angel. I will never let you go.”
She smiled,
and his heart tripped in his chest. She
nodded once, and then closing her eyes, he watched as she willed her wings into
being.
Pain
rippled across her lovely face, making him want to pull her close and protect
her from the agony he knew she was feeling.
The first time the wings unfurled, they had to do it through flesh and
bone, and Amaris would feel it just as if she was human. It was devastatingly painful, but something
every Nephilim had to do if they were to embrace their destiny. Pride leapt up in him. Often, Nephilim took more than one try to get
their wings, but he was certain with her strength and determination, Amaris
would get it the first time.
And he was
right. A heartbeat later, her eyes flew
open and met his. They were filled with
a sudden knowledge and awareness. Her
lips trembled, and her shoulders hunched.
Then, with a shrill scream of anguish and triumph, a pair of glistening
wings ripped from between her shoulders.
The pale
wings were wet and useless, and she didn’t have the strength or the knowledge
of how to use them. But the delight in
her face as she looked back at the shimmering feathers made his chest ache with
suppressed emotion. He watched as she
tried to move them, saw the torment and worry when they wouldn’t work. Eran knew he should let her try a little longer,
but there would be time later to practice.
Now, his need to hold her was too great. All he wanted to do was pull
her into the safety of his arms.
So he
reached out and gathered her carefully against him, easing her newborn wings
into the protected area of his shoulder.
He hugged her close, and then using his own wings, shot them both back
up into the cloud-filled sky.
She didn’t
say a word, just huddled against him, more tears streaking down already pale
cheeks. Judging she was too exhausted for
the trip back to his aerie, he flew instead to a secluded spot beneath a stone
bridge in the nearby Wissahickon Valley.
Known for its excellent mountain biking trails, it was far enough off
the beaten path that two large winged beings weren’t so easily seen.
Gliding up
under a curved stone bridge, he lit upon the large shelf that jutted out from
beneath it. Sheltered by the stone overhang
and the surrounding bushes, Eran pulled Amaris into his lap and held her
tightly.
“It will
heal, little angel. I promise you. The pain will end soon.”
“It feels
like my skin is burning off,” she wept, her face pressed against his chest. “Make it stop.”
His heart
ached again as he pressed his lips to her forehead. She’d been through so much already, he
couldn’t bear seeing her in any more pain.
He knew she would heal quickly—it was one of the benefits of being an
angel—but he refused to wait even that short amount of time. Brushing back the drying feathers, he placed
his hand on her tattered flesh and let his own healing powers sink into her.
She
murmured appreciatively, and arched up against his strong hand. His body heated suddenly, hearing the soft,
sexy sounds she made. Fire shot straight
to his groin, and he fought not to touch her the way he really wanted to. Intimately, lovingly, in ways he had never
considered touching another angel.
Forcing those thoughts away, he took a deep breath and watched as the
cartilage, bone and then the ravaged skin slowly began to knit together.
It took
time, but eventually the healing was completed.
Amaris’ back was smooth and silky again, with the even softer angelic
wings, dry and fluttering gently in the light breeze. Then, without warning, Amaris lifted her face
and brushed her lips across his.
“Thank you,
Eran. Thank you for taking care of
me. I’m sorry I doubted you, even for a
moment.”
Her
whispered apology and the feel of her mouth fanned the flames simmering in his
overheated body. Pushing the need back,
he only shook his head. “I’m sorry I had
to let it happen, but allowing you to fall is the only way we can be sure of
the wings materializing. The instinct
for self-preservation takes over. But I
wouldn’t have let you be hurt. This I
swear up on Jehovah’s name.”
Amaris
sighed. “I figured that out…eventually,
but at first I was just so scared.” Her
gaze lifted to meet his and he drew in his breath at the trust in her eyes. “I should have remembered your promise. You’ll never let me go.”
“I won’t,”
he vowed hoarsely. “I will always take
care of you. Never will you have
anything to fear.”
She kissed
him again, this time more lingeringly.
“I know. You’re my guardian angel.”
The buss of
her lips over his snapped Eran’s already shaky control. Unable to stop himself, he captured her mouth
and pulled her even closer to his already aroused body. Deep inside, he knew he was doing something
he’d said he wouldn’t do, but the feel of her in his arms was more important
than his promise to himself.
Her sighing
moan made him shudder, and his kiss grew fiercer, his tongue dipping in to
taste and conquer hers. His hand moved
beneath her tattered T-shirt, smoothing over her now healed back to caress her
slender waist and stomach. She shivered
beneath his touch, and his body tightened until he ached.
“Amaris,”
he whispered, his big hand moving up to cup her breast. Her nipple hardened against his palm, and he
groaned aloud. “Little angel, what are
you doing to me. What am I doing?
“It looks
to me like your getting ready to fuck your student.”
Amaris and Eran froze as the stench of sulfur filled the air. In a
single movement, Eran had Amaris protectively behind him. His wings unfurled,
and his power sang as he turned and faced his enemy.
Asmodeous.
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Ooops! So that's not just embarrassing, it's dangerous. Eran may not have been caught with his pants down, but how will they get out of this situation?
I guess it's obvious the attraction is even stronger than it was before. How long with they fight it? And will Asmodeous prevent them from coming together? Stay tuned until our next installment to find out!!!!
Have a great week!
Hugs,
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
http://cjengland.com/luckbealady/luckbealady.htm
2 comments:
Oops is right! What a way to cool passion than with ultimate danger!
Oops is definitely right! Thankfully the pants are still on but at least he's slowly giving into Amaris. Dang that demon interrupting!
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