Summon Toren(40)

Toren decided to ignore the angel’s useless attitude. “Haven’t found them yet.”

“Haven’t found them? It’s been three days! So what are you doing here? Now?”

“He’s experiencing the symptoms of his human couple’s joining before they actually join, before he's even found them,” Kassern said.

Dorn’s perfect brows narrowed. “What? How? He hasn’t even found them.”

Kassern sighed. “I’ll need to contact Uriel and talk to him about it. See if there is a necessary order in the formation of the quads.”

“Order is always necessary,” Dorn said. “We can’t keep hodge-podging this operation. Not if we want to ensure our success. No, we keep the balance in the order that it is. Human joining, then angel joining. We don’t know enough about this to dilly dally with the formula.”

Kassern nodded slightly. “I think he’s right Toren.”

“I have to return. She’s coming.”

“Keep your body parts away from her,” Dorn ordered. “Keep your distance. The closer you are to her, the harder it is. Make an excuse to spend a few days away.”

Toren shook his head. “Well, I’m unconscious at the moment and she’s about to walk through the door to doctor me.”

Kassern made a painful sound while Dorn shook his head. “Our prayers are with you, brother.” Kassern patted his shoulder.

“Whatever good that will do,” Dorn added. "My God, he hasn’t even gained humanity yet and…” Dorn’s rambling faded with their spiritual particles. Thankfully. He was a good soldier but a fucking annoying brother.

Toren hurried back to his body and slipped inside it even while Samantha was examining him. She was in the process of panicking because she couldn’t find any vital signs.

“Oh shit oh shit.” She approached his mouth and opened it with her hands then put hers right over it.

So much for the power of prayer.

Toren put his hand on her head and held her still while he kissed her. His moans not at all matching her startled ones.

She pulled up with a gasp and stared at him in shock. “Thank you,” he said. “Your lips have the power of life in them.”

She slapped his arm. “What are you doing? I just…” she looked up and down his body, confused. “You seemed…”

“I sleep hard.”

“You’ve been unconscious!”

Toren tried to block out her scent. Her sexy smell intoxicated him every time she came near. He’d relived that moment in the bathroom repeatedly until his mercury became desperately restless for more data. The way she’d touched him. The look in her eyes. She was ready for him in that second, her desire so rich it pained him, filled him with the need to devour. And if they hadn’t been disturbed he would’ve ripped her jeans down and put her on the sink and finally drank from her delicious fountain.

And she would’ve let him.

Toren focused on keeping his own sex member from growing. He braced for her touch, concern overriding her anger now. On his forehead first. Her cool fingers. He wanted to taste those too, bite on them lightly. “I’m using my face to check your temperature so don’t…do anything crazy.” Toren froze as she lowered and pressed her cheek to his. He turned into the feeling as she pulled up and slid the covers down to gently press on those bandages they’d wrapped him in. It’d only been two days since the accident, not long enough to heal. Not that he was in a hurry with her as his doctor.

“You look good.”

She looked at him with a worried brow and he smiled. “Thank you.”

“I can’t believe you’re awake, thank God.”

He studied her face, loving how beautiful she looked in worry and concern for him. She seemed to remember his head and leaned to probe it softly. She finally drew back and leveled a narrowed gaze at him. “You big idiot. What were you thinking to go in there like that? You could’ve been killed.”

Triumph surged through him. She cared whether he lived or died. With her, such an admission was a major victory. “You’re welcome. How’s the foal?”

“The foal is fine. Thanks to you. It was tiny and weak and hadn't nursed yet, so it didn't have long.” Tone softer. "He's doing good now, growing strong, and Glory is finally being a good mother."

Toren suddenly felt like he’d explode if he didn’t have her touch right now. “I’m cold.”

She quickly looked around. “I’ll put more wood—”

He caught her arm before she could get up. “Just…” he swallowed, knowing he shouldn’t. “…lay with me.”