Sam suddenly found herself on her back, arms pinned and legs open while Toren remained with his eyes closed, kneeling before her. His wings suddenly sprung out behind him, sounding like a hundred steak knives rubbing against each other. She whimpered at realizing he was holding her down. It felt like lead weighed her blood down and pushed against her body into the mattress.
Fear mixed with her excitement as she waited to see what he was doing, or would do. He finally looked at her. Sam held her breath at seeing his eyes. Nearly bright white. “I’m sorry.” His words sounded warbled, like they passed through a huge windmill. “I thought…it would ease my hunger for you.”
And it hadn’t?
He shook his head and his eyes very slowly roved over her body while his wings vibrated with a metallic hum. When his gaze stopped between her pulled back and open legs, the hum intensified. “I’ve never been…hungry in my existence.” He fell forward and yet it seemed he came at her in slow motion. Maybe his wings held him. His tongue licked along the center of her stomach, feeling almost cold. Or was it extremely hot? “I need to be buried in your sweet body. Or I may die.”
He wasn’t joking.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
His white gaze rose to hers. “I can’t.” He sounded full of regret. Maybe ashamed. “I have to touch you. And taste you. And…”
“Make love to me,” she finished with a gasp. “Do it. Please. Let me go so I can help you.”
He released her and she reached her hand toward him. “Lay on me.”
He did and she wrapped his enormous body in her small limbs, gasping at how huge he was between her legs. “You’re…so hot.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. Feels…really good.” Sam rocked her hips beneath him, wanting to increase the delicious friction he created with his pelvis between her legs. “Do you know…”
“Yes.” He kissed along her cheek softly. “I know what to do. Are you sure you’re ready?”
She slid hungry fingers over his sides and back. “I’m…pretty sure I’ll die if I don’t have you too.”
His shaft pulsed hard between her legs and he pulled up and stared at her, his breath eager on her mouth. “Samantha. You should know that…that I want you in a forever kind of way. Never want to be apart from you, I want you with me always. And I don’t ever want you to need or hunger for anything again. I want to be everything for you.” He slid his nose and silky full lips softly over hers. “Will you please have me this way?”
Sam gasped and blinked back tears. “That’s…a strange way to say you love me.”
She felt his lips smile on hers. “Yes. That’s the correct term.” He gently nibbled her lips apart with his. “I love you. More than you can understand.”
Sam kissed him back, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. “I’m a fast learner.”
Toren seemed to suddenly catch his breath and hold it, his entire body stiffening. He pulled his head up and slid his silvery eyes right as his upper lip rose with a scary snarl. The deep metallic sound vibrated all the way into her bones. “That human is coming.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kassern hated waiting. Despised it with a passion. Yet he could do nothing else. Since flashing an unconscious Karly to the Grotto of Aesculapius, he'd felt incredibly useless. He'd answered all their questions in less than five minutes.
After that, they left him to cool his heels in a waiting suite while they worked over Karly. No one came to update him or ask questions, nothing. They just left him to his own worst nightmares, visions of Karly at death's door, or being taken over by some horrendous evil he wouldn't be able to save her from.
Finally, driven to desperation by the lack of information, he used his Angelic senses to search for her spirit. Everywhere he searched, nothing but hugely convoluted angel psyches hovered, flashing brilliant colors as the angels used different parts of their minds.
If the damn medics had let her die, he'd be lost. The search became frantic as he imagined one horrible scenario after another. Eventually he slowed, exhausted.
A brilliant starburst of pale gold caught his attention with both its size and color, and he looked closer.
Karly.
No wonder he hadn't been able to find her. Her mind and spirit were just as large as those of the angels, but active on entirely different levels.
"I see you've found your mate." The dry whisper reminded him of rustling newspaper.
Too late he realized his search might have offended the medics, and in turn the Serith supervising them. Kassern reigned in his senses and turned, careful to keep his expression neutral. Rather than the Serith he'd expected, the Hecarith—most powerful of all the angel physicians—stood before him. Offending the Hecarith would be worse than a grave mistake. The archangels needed the Hecarith's support if their mission was to have a hope.