“When’s the last time you fed?” he asked her.
Purple eyes lifted. “Two days, but Alden’s offered.”
Grateful she wouldn’t need to siphon his emotions, Obsidian nodded, then took a seat beside her as she pulled the sleeve back from her wrist, then held up her arm.
Because he’d interacted with hisamsouelot, the touch of another female would cause tremendous pain so he did his best not to touch her more than necessary. Acadia must’ve realized because she used her other hand to hold her arm securely. The instant he leaned forward, his fangs elongated, preparing to pierce her vein. A second later, Obsidian sank into her flesh, fueling himself on the blood required to maintain his existence.
When Michael had presented his plan to God, requesting that an army of warriors be sent to Earth to guard humanity, the Father of Creation had decided to put a few rules in place. His attempt to keep them in line, Obsidian figured. In an effort to keep their existence a secret from the humans, they were only able to venture out in darkness. And as a means of keeping track of them, God required them to feed on the blood of a Fae. His theory was it would keep them from going rogue if they were tethered to others, plus, with the Fae’s blood flowing in their veins, He would always have a bead on them. The only human blood that could sustain an angel was that of theiramsouelot.
Considering his vast capabilities as a warrior, Obsidian knew the pros far outweighed the cons.
Several minutes passed before Obsidian released Acadia’s arm. She quickly sealed the wound on her wrist, then nodded before disappearing as she was known to do.
As expected, it only took a few minutes of quiet before his body hardened, the need for release becoming his main focus as thoughts of Penelope invaded. He’d done well to ignore it back at the hotel, though he couldn’t deny he’d hoped she would end up in his bed tonight.
Obsidian set aflame two candles using his mind, needing a distraction. From his perch on the bed, he stared at the wall, replaying the events of the evening in his mind. Already he missed Penelope, but it helped somewhat to know he had a direct link to her emotions. She would also have a direct link to his, should she figure out how to tune in.
When thoughts of her flooded his brain, Obsidian paced the floor of his bedroom. He stared at the bed and wondered if he would one day share this one with hisamsouelot. He’d waited so damn long to have her in his life, it was difficult to think he’d be sleeping alone for now.
His body was assaulted with sensual heat, the need to assuage the desire powerful enough to steal his breath. From the very moment he’d learned of Penelope’s identity, Obsidian had refrained from taking pleasure in another. Three weeks wasn’t all that long for abstinence, but for an angel, it was an eternity.
When clothing became too much to bear, he stripped it off, continued to pace. It was the only option for fighting the all-consuming need. While angels harnessed a tremendous amount of power and abilities, there was one major flaw in their design: an overwhelming sexual desire. That was the case for all creatures labeled as misplaced halos. Angels outside of Heaven’s gates, vampires, fairies, incubi, succubi. The list went on and on, consisting of what humans mostly believed were myths.
Of course, many believed angels felt nothing, had no humanity, much less a sense of desire, but that wasn’t the case. While fallen angels were little more than immortal humans, those of them who’d been assigned to watch over the humans endured emotions and needs on a much grander scale. Quite frankly, the sexual urges were damn near unmanageable.
Masturbation, though a useful tool, did not sate the urge, it merely muted it for a brief time. Unlike with humans, sex was not a social construct, a biological requirement for reproduction. And what had baffled human psychologists for ages regarding why their species wanted or needed sex would’ve sent them into hyperspace if they understood the bearing it had on angels. Sex was a vicious necessity that had to be tended to, otherwise, vile things happened.
Obsidian hissed when his knees weakened, his chest expanding with every labored breath, the pain reaching intolerable levels.
Walking eventually became too much of a torment for his cock, forcing him to drop to the bed, feet on the floor, flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling as the sensual pain called to him. There was only one way to eliminate it, albeit temporarily. Obsidian focused on breathing, refusing to touch himself until he was on the verge of bringing down the house with the force of his restraint.
The instant he gripped his cock, he hissed. The damn appendage was so fucking sensitive, the simple stroke had pleasure darting through every limb. It wouldn’t take long, but as had been the case in recent weeks, Obsidian closed his eyes, envisioned Penelope. The female he’d already dedicated his life, his love to. One day she would be hisereswa,and he would cherish her until the end of time.
Obsidian didn’t ravish Penelope in his fantasy, knowing that would only make things worse. The more he wanted her, the more intense the need would become, so for now, he was satisfied with picturing her in his mind as he stroked his cock faster, harder. Seconds turned to minutes as he held out, enjoying the pleasure of his own touch, thinking of hisamsouelot, forcing the erotic fantasies away.
Despite his best efforts, an image slipped into his mind and his hips jerked upward, driving his cock into his fist. He envisioned Penelope kneeling before him, her sweet lips…
“Fuck!” His teeth clamped together, back bowing as his release tore through him, ripping a howl from his throat.
It took long minutes to settle, to force himself into the shower. That was all he would allow himself, knowing that in the end, once Penelope was with him, he would be relieved for all of eternity.
Once he was clean, Obsidian padded to the bed, fell into it. Closing his eyes, he thought of Penelope for as long as he could before he succumbed to sleep.
Chapter Four
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
“YOUDUMBASS,” SERAPHINAHISSED. “IT’SNOThard. Get in the car and drive. Wait until she’s walking out in the open, then run. Her. Over.”
Though the empty eyes merely stared back at her, Seraphina hoped theimpietancould process the simple order. It was about as reliable as a rat, but short of handling the task herself, she had no other options. She didn’t care who the orders had come from, she was not going to waste her time or energy on that little prissy princess. For one, Seraphina couldn’t understand what any male worth his salt would see in her. She washuman.
“Do I make myself clear?” She glared at the thing still staring back at her.
Theimpietancocked his head to the side, as though he couldn’t translate the words.
“Fucking idiot,” she mumbled.
Since she’d rendered it mute upon turning the pathetic male into a mindless, soulless demon, she’d get nothing in return. She’d found this little bastard in the back alley behind a casino. He’d just relieved another stupid human of her purse and was digging through it to claim his bounty. Seraphina had enjoyed raining on his parade.
