"Don't worry, Warrior. I'm not easily offended." The ancient looking man almost smiled. "Human brains are active mainly on the cognitive and physical levels, and ours mainly on the psychic and spiritual. Equal but opposite, like the rest of creation." He turned away and motioned Kassern to follow down a broad corridor.
Kassern gauged his stride to match that of the much smaller angel. The questions he needed to ask choked him, but he held them back. The old dude reputedly despised being asked anything and generally just refused to talk period.
"Admirable patience, Warrior. I know you want to ask, yet you hold your tongue." The ancient shook his gray head. "I'm afraid I have no answers for you. She is awake and stable now, however." He paused outside a door. "Prepare yourself. She is changed from the female you brought us. It appears our tests have aggravated the…condition this wound is causing."
Changed how? Kassern followed the angel into the room, and froze in shock.
"When the creature bit her, it injected a sort of venom, a long acting toxin. We now know that it spreads over time, increasing its effect. It seems to darken the person, but we don't know the extent or the depth of its reach. We can only pray this reaction is spiritually superficial."
Karly, or someone that resembled her, stood there before him. Her silky pale hair had turned dark and coarse, standing out from her head in clumps and spikes. Heavy makeup obscured her lovely eyes and red paint glistened on petulant lips. A tight black lacy garment clung to her torso and pushed her breasts up until her nipples were barely concealed. A pair of snug leather shorts revealed the lower curve of her ass cheeks while the front waist dipped so low the top of her silky pubic hair peeked above it.
A bolt of heated desire shot through Kassern, followed hard by a deep rage. What could compel her to display her body that way? Before he could object aloud, a wave of anger crossed her face. She wanted a fight?
"Aren't you going to say anything about my new clothes?" Red painted lips curved into a glistening smile that dared him to do something.
Provoking her felt like the wrong thing to do. So Kassern bit his tongue and smiled. "You look gorgeous."
A disappointed look crossed her face, quickly concealed.
The angel physician nodded slightly in approval. "We have a number of tests to perform on the samples we acquired. Unless there is a change, Karly is free to leave. If there are further episodes, return here immediately."
That was it. He turned and left them staring after him and Kassern nearly couldn’t contain his horrified objections. Karly was clearly not free, much less free to leave and the only reassurance otherwise was the docs you may return to your regular programming tone. "I guess we’ll…join the others?" He couldn't think of anything else they should do.
Karly shrugged a shoulder with that need to fight look plastered to her beautiful face. He located Dorn and flashed them to the haze of yet another hotel room, more like a dump that matched his wife’s new ensemble and attitude. Despite all the bad news, his entire being fucking blazed with the need to dominate whatever the hell had a hold on her. And judging by his massive hard on, his instinct said he needed to fuck it out of her.
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Toren knew deep down in his angelic heart that the little prick approaching the cabin was merely playing a role in his mission. It meant Toren apparently wasn’t supposed to sink his phallus into his beautiful wife just yet.
Dammit.
He kissed her with an eternal hunger, holding her strong jaw in his hand, loving that she was his. Waiting to be claimed entirely by him. And the sweet sound she made in her throat told him she was so very ready.
There was only one other thing he couldn’t wait to do besides becoming one with Samantha. And that was finally dealing with that sniveling piece of shit for hitting her.
“What human?”
“Joe.”
“Ugh, that bastard.”
“Get up, I don’t want that insolent fecal matter to ever see more of your beautiful skin than absolutely necessary.”
She smiled with a pretty blush. It would be the first time she actually considered his compliments to be true.
“Get used to hearing it. You’ll grow weary of it, I’m sure.”
“Oh, I’m sure I won’t.” She quickly slid up her jeans and stuffed her panties in her back pocket then proceeded to put on her t-shirt. Toren groaned when her breasts disappeared. “My God,” she whispered, smiling from ear to ear at him. “You liking my breasts I’ll never understand. It’s as fascinating as it is ridiculous.” She added an ecstatic little giggle and Toren’s mercury demanded he take her now, in that instant. Unbelievable the way it did with her.