Hey all,
Sorry I missed last week. Our internet was down, and I only had time to put up my weekly blog before it went down again. Anyway, here is the next installment. Enjoy!!!
The Watcher's Guild: Sweet Nephilim
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Her
father’s voice broke them apart, and Amaris scrambled off Eran’s lap, turning
pink with embarrassment. “Dad?”
Johnson put
down a fresh plate of treats and waited until Janice joined him with a steaming
pot of coffee. Nothing was said until
all the cups were refilled.
“Mr. Dover,”
Eran said after a sip of the hot beverage, “I can tell you both I care about Amaris,
and I will never leave her. She has
become more important to me than I can say.
I know you don’t know me very well, but you can trust me about this. I give you my word.”
“The wife
and I had a talk in the kitchen,” Johnson replied. “And while we don’t understand everything, we
know our girl. We taught her well. She wouldn’t pick a loser. So, I guess we’ll just have to trust she’s
made a good decision.”
Amaris gave
an audible sob. “Daddy!”
“There,
there, honey,” her mother comforted as she patted Amaris’ hand. “Forgive this old woman’s mutterings. You and your Eran go do what you need to
do. Then, when it’s over, you can come
back and we’ll have that wedding with all the trimmings. Okay?”
When her
daughter burst into tears, Eran swallowed hard.
For the first time he wished he was a normal man, and he and Amaris
could follow the traditions of human matings.
Live and love together, raise children.
All the things so many take for granted.
Sighing at the knowledge it wasn’t to be, he gave her parent’s the
expected answer.
“That would
be lovely, Mrs. Dover.”
* * * * *
Two hours
later, Eran watched as Amaris silently stuffed her clothing haphazardly into
suitcases. She hadn’t said more than ten
words since they’d waved good-bye to her parents and walked off down the
road. Once out of sight, they’d both
spread their wings and flown straight to the roof of Amaris’ old apartment
complex. Once inside her small rooms,
they begun to pack the belongings she was going to take back to the aerie.
Now, as he
helped her decide what parts of her old life she could take to her new, he
ached for her pain. The desolation in
her eyes was terrible. Knowing she may
never see her parents again had taken the spark of life right out of her. She hadn’t complained. Amaris was too smart not to understand what
needed to be done. But that didn’t
lessen the agony of loss.
Eran
frowned. He would have to be even more
watchful. This would be a perfect time
for a demonic attack. When she was
vulnerable and sad and wishing that she’d never heard of angels or Nephilim. It would be just like Asmodeous to attack
now, when her resistance was so low.
“What shall
I do with the stuff I don’t take with me?” Amaris’ listless voice pulled him
out of his thoughts. “I know I have a
thing for shoes, but flying makes them sort of unnecessary now.”
He thought
of the dozens of sandals, high heels and boots he’d discovered when searching
for her suitcases and fought back a smile.
A thing for shoes, indeed. She
could open a department store with what she had stored in the closet. It was a surprisingly feminine thing about
his usually practical angel. “Take what
you wish. You will not always be
flying.”
“No,” she
murmured wistfully. “I wonder what I
will be doing.”
“Amaris—”
“And all
this?” She interrupted him, gesturing at
the furniture in the room. “I mean, we
don’t need most of these things.”
“Except the
bed,” he said, hoping to tease her into a smile. “It is bigger than the one we have back at
the aerie.”
As he’d
wished, her lips curved up slightly.
“How will we move it?”
“I’ll come
back and get it later, after it is dark.
That way humans cannot see me.”
“A flying
bed,” she sighed as she ran her hand over the bright green and blue
coverlet. “You’ll stop traffic.”
Unable to
stand her sadness a moment longer, he pulled her into his arms. “It will be all right, little angel. I know it is hard now, but I swear to you,
the pain will fade in time.”
Burying her
face in his chest, she shook her head.
“I don’t know, Eran. I love them
so much. I miss them already, and I just
left them. How can I stand it?”
“I’d take
your pain away if I could,” he whispered, kissing her gently. “What can I do?”
“Can you
make everything just disappear for a while?
I don’t want to think.”
His lips
quirked into a smile. “I can arrange
that.” He tumbled her backwards onto the
soft bed. “But we’ll be late going
home.”
Amaris
sighed and her eyes softened. “I don’t
care how late we are. Please, Eran. Just for a few minutes can you make the
hurting stop?”
Her pain-filled
words smote his heart. He didn’t answer
her, only touched her cheek gently. Then
his mouth slanted down over hers in a kiss he hoped would do what she asked.
Make the
world go away.
Teasing,
tasting, tempting…her lips were all of those as he hungrily brought her even
closer. Their bodies fit together
perfectly, and it wasn’t long before they were both naked, skin moving against
skin.
“You feel
so good,” he rasped as he cupped one beautiful breast in his hand, before
bending and sucking the areole deep into his mouth. When he flicked his tongue back and forth
over Amaris’ hardened nipple, she cried out.
His own body hardened even more at the sound.
“Eran,
please,” she begged.
“Not yet,
little angel.” He held her hands down at
her side and kissed his way down her slender body. “I find cookies and coffee were not enough to
satisfy my hunger. Only you can do
so.” His lips brushed over the curly
patch of hair high up between her thighs.
“I want
more.”
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Wow! To leave your family behind and never see them again? I have a hard enough time not seeing my kids or speaking to them only once a week. *sigh* I feel for Amaris. Everything is changing and I wonder what will happen next.
Find out next weekend...
Hugs,
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
http://cjengland.com/luckbealady/luckbealady.htm
1 comment:
A very tough for Amaris. Thanks for the chapter CJ!
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