Chapter
Three
“On
the bed, babe.”
I
stood, and crawled onto the bed, lying on my back. Lifting my knees to my
chest, I offered him my body. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.
“Take
that off.” I gestured at his shirt.
“I
can’t because of the wings.”
“Then
rip the fucking thing, I want to see you.” I whined.
He
grasped the collar of the shirt, and ripped it down the middle. Watching him do
that flipped the final switch in me.
“In
me… need you in me!” I gasped, his finger teasing a hard nipple. My cock jumped
on my belly.
“Lube?”
He growled.
“Bedside
drawer.”
I
heard the drawer open, and a few seconds later I heard the top of the lube snap
open. Warming it in his hands, he spread it on my aching hole, then his shaft.
I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Yes,
oh God…” My head thrashed back and forth on the bed.
A
small burst of pain, then he slid slowly in me. I relaxed my body as he gently
moved in and out of me, using short shorts. He brushed against my prostate and
my whole body shook with pleasure. My shaft filled, and twitched.
“Ready
for more?”
“Ah,
ah… yes. Go faster.” I was building toward another orgasm, again.
Faster
he moved in me, rubbing my hot spot each time. I dropped my legs so I could
wrap them around his back. I was sweating, my hair stuck to my temples as he
thrust harder into me. I braced my hands against the headboard as he rode me
hard. My drifted closed as he moved above me.
A
sudden breeze in the room helped to cool my overheated body. I opened my eyes,
wondering where the breeze was coming from, when I saw those beautiful wings
moving slowly back and forth, stirring the air. Those beautiful, glossy wing that were moving on their own!
His wings are moving and they
SHOULD NOT BE my lust-inebriated mind screamed at me. Holly hell, you think I
don’t know that! I answered.
“What…what…”
I gasped as his hand wrapped around my cock, jerking me in time to his thrusts.
“Come
for me, Beloved.” He panted.
My
orgasm swept through me as I watched those wing spread to their full span as he
yelled, flooding me deep inside. Fear and pleasure muddled my mind as I
watched, his head thrown back, as we orgasm together.
“Get…
get off me!” I screeched. I struggled under his body, as common sense returned,
bringing a good dose of reality with it.
He
moved enough that I could wiggle out from under him, rolling to the side of the
bed, and falling to the floor. Lurching to my feet I stumbled toward the door,
my body a confusing mass of sensations. I skidded to a stop, my feet flying out
from under me, as he stood in the doorway. Shit,
how did he get from there to here so damn fast?
“What
the fuck are you!” I yelled as I sat down hard on my ass.
“Grey
please, I’m not going to hurt you.” Azrael reached out to me. “Please calm
down.”
“Fuck
calming down!” I yelled, crawling backwards away from him. “What are you?”
“I’m
the Angel of Death.” He stood proudly in the door, magnificent in his naked
glory.
I
froze on the spot. “I don’t… I’m not ready to die.” I whimpered.
“Oh
babe, I’m not here to take your soul to Judgment.” Azrael promised. “I’m here,
with you, because I love you… I have since the beginning of time.”
“Huh?”
I croaked. Oh yeah… snappy response that
was, you moron.
“The
first time I saw you, Man was just in its infancy. I watched you, found you
interesting. You have always been a healer, all through your many lives.” He
explained. “But your mind was young, and new. I’ve never been human, Grey. And
I made mistakes with you.”
“Huh?”
I shook my head, hoping something would knock loose in there. “What happened?”
“I
approached you, and showed you what I am. You ran from me, in fear. Your tribe
tossed you out when you started telling them about me…you starved to death. The
next time you booked passage on a ship bound to what is now known as America,
and died at Plymouth Rock. The next time you were burned at the stake in Salem
because they thought you were possessed by the devil, the next time…
“Whoa!”
I interrupted. “Did I die each and every time?”
“Yes.
And it was my fault each and every time. I didn’t understand human emotions,
and I scared you, unbelievably so. I grieved every time I had to escort your
soul to Judgment.”
“As
time went on, you begin to resent Death… me. Many times in many different lives
I’ve heard you ask me to stay away. I tried to make you understand that I
didn’t have a choice, it wasn’t my decision who lived and who died.” Azrael
raised sad eyes to me. “This is a job I do, just like being a doctor is a job
you do.”
“Oh
man.” I cringed as I recalled all the times I told Death to stay out of my damn
ER.
I hadn’t understood. The more he talked, the
more things from the past closed in on me.
My
head began to pound as memories of past lives swept through me, the love, the
fear, the anguish. Our making love together, then my running from him. Me never
giving him a chance to explain. His sorrow once I was dead. His waiting for me
as time traveled on.
“I’m
so, so sorry.” I whispered.
I
watched as he lowered himself to the floor and waited. Waited for me to come to
grips with all the information swirling around in my head. Only one thing
mattered to me… I love him, always have.
“I
didn’t mean for you to find out like this.” He gestured at the bed. “I did plan
to tell you tonight, since its Halloween or All Souls’ Day. It just seemed
right, but not like this, not while I was making love to you. I didn’t want to
frighten you.”
I
stared at him.
“That’s
why I went as myself tonight. I was hoping it would stir your memories, maybe
make things easier when I told you who I am. Each time in the past when I found
you, I always told you immediately. This time I waited, and still managed to mess
it up.”
“It’s
been hard on you, waiting to tell me, hasn’t it?” I asked.
“I
learned to put my own selfish desires aside and give you the time you needed to
get to know me. Please don’t run, Grey. I don’t think I can handle watching you
die again, then trying to find you in another life.”
I
stood up and walked over to where he sat on the floor. I lowered myself onto
his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. Gently I kissed his surprised mouth.
“I
love you.” I whispered. “No more running, no more dying.”
His
wings pulsed around us, moving the air, shaking in their joy. My hair fluttered
around my face as I kissed him again.
“This
ends now, and ends how it should have ended long ago.” I moaned as his hands
caressed my back.
“I’ve
waited an eternity for you, Grey.” Azrael nibbled on my neck. “Be sure this is
what you want, because once you accept me, I’ll never let you go. I can’t.”
“No
more running.” I smiled at him. “I’m done with running.”
“Praise
God.”
“So,
how do we make this work? You’re not human, and I am.” I snuggled in his
embrace.
Azrael
close his eyes, and seemed to be listening to something or someone I couldn’t
hear.
“You
live your life, and do what you do so well…help those heal whose time hasn’t
come.” Azrael answered. “And when your
time finally comes, I’ll escort you to Judgment for the last time. You’ll be
reborn an Angel of Death, my mate till time ends.”
“You’ll
be able to handle that? My dying again?” I asked.
“Yes.”
He smiled at me. “It will be hard, but this time I’ll know how it ends.”
Azrael
stood up with me cradled in his arms, carrying me back to bed.
“I
love you…you are the light to my dark, the joy to my sorrow, the life to my
death. You are the other half of my soul, Beloved.” I felt his big body tremble
with joy as he lowered me back on the bed.
“And
I love you, my Angle of Death."
The
End
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