The grim but wry thought told him the steam pressure was truly falling off now. He let the power ebb accordingly. It was then he realized he wasn’t alone.It wasn’t a surprise. He hadn’t expected he would be for long, because there were forces in the universe that went on full alert when power like that was exercised, even in a chaotically controlled way as he’d just done it.All the angels he’d met in his life had been male, and warriors. He didn’t know if they were all like that, or those were just the kind his work involved. When he lifted his head, he saw a phalanx of about a dozen of them hovering in a semicircle above the dying funnel of his power, the shimmer around its lingering presence suggesting they’d added some reinforcement to containing it.Crap. He dropped to a knee in automatic respect, bowing his head. “My apologies, my lords. Didn’t mean to set off the fire alarms. ”He knew the guy in front. Silver-white wings, solid dark eyes and dark hair, praises to the Goddess
“Blessed be Thy heart, which never fails, even in utter Darkness. ” She was standing now, her lips pressed to his chest. When she tilted her head up for the final kiss, he bent to her, because of the difference in their heights.“Blessed be Thy mouth, which gives comfort and strength in its Truths. ”A brief, gentle touch. Then Ella stepped back, her gaze focused and intent on his. As two coven members came forward again, she lifted her arms straight out to her sides. They used them to lower her to her back on the altar table.Rubby had removed the blue cloth and now she laid it on Ella , the translucent fabric settling over her with the weight of a feather. Ella stretched out her arms and legs, forming the Pentacle symbol as Nathan knelt between her legs once again. Rubby blessed the athame and Christine the chalice. Christine gave Ella the chalice, and Nathan leaned over her, placing the blade in the cup.“As the Lord and Lady are joined, so, too, are this cup and athame, representi
Taking her hands, he guided her over to the bed. Laid her down on it and himself behind her. He opened his robe, draped it over her and pulled her into the warmth of his naked body. He crooked his knees up behind her. As he did, his still-firm cock nudged her buttocks. Following instinct, he gripped her thigh, a mute command. With a tiny sigh, she let her thighs loosen and he slid back into her, lodging himself deep, holding her there on him while she quaked at the intimacy of that connection, what it symbolized.“I’m here,” he said softly. “I’m a part of you. Tell me, Ella. Close your eyes and tell me. Tell both of us. ”It took a long time, and he had to ask a couple more times, but he made sure he did it gently, a quiet sound in the dark room, like a request from her own mind.“Eight months,” she whispered at last. He had his arm under her head, and her hand crept into his palm, her fingers tangling with his own. “She was eight months old. I could feel her, moving inside of me. Som
She shook her head, lancing his heart, which was already feeling like a pincushion for a legion of spear-wielding gladiators. “No. I won’t let her go, Nathan. I won’t. ”He had to swallow down more arguments like jagged glass, because she broke into those painful sobs again. Her tense body sparked with energy, ready to fight to the death in a battle she knew she’d lose, because she thought she had nothing but the fight left to her.Damn it. He pulled her back into him, struggled with her, then firmly mashed her against his chest until she went limp, cried there. Suppressing a sigh, he stroked her hair, kept stroking until she hiccupped a few times, settled down.The plain truth of it was she was brilliant. And young, so very young. Ella was a twenty-six-year-old woman who’d been treated like worthless chattel by her insidious mother all her life. All that intelligence and baggage rolled together, the trauma of losing a child all by herself…. He knew she had strength— Lord and Lady, in
She’d forgotten so much of that in the intervening months, but, watching his reaction, it came back in full flood. It surged up in her even more strongly when he finally spoke, his husky tone taking her breath.“What’s her name?”“I wanted to call her Wolfi. Because she was perfect, just like a rose. ”He swallowed, his voice thickening. “Ruby and Wolfi. My girls. ”She was crying now, too, silent tears coursing down her cheeks as one meager but powerful teardrop made its way down his. Lifting her fingers, she took it away, a treasure so full of power that it was as much magic as what she’d spun in here. When he looked down at her, something shifted inside her. Something painful, like a boulder rolling off a vital organ, letting it function for the first time in a long while, difficult and rusty though she might be at using the squashed thing. She couldn’t deny the Dark part of her was still on maximum-security lockdown, but for this she couldn’t keep the regret and pain out of her vo
“And yours. ” He squeezed her.“I think she would have been remarkable. ”“She is remarkable. A soul can’t be killed, Ella. The energy just goes elsewhere when the mortal form can no longer contain it. ”“But I want her here. ”“I know. ” Crossing his arms over her chest, he held her close as she wept. She was grieving, letting go. Leaning on his strength to do it. Pressing his face into her hair, he shared that sorrow with her. “Do you think she would have been a princess, wanting bows in her hair and her room all in pink?”“Probably. Since pink always makes me think of Pepto Bismol. ”As a teenager, Ella had been a tomboy, his shy girl with alert eyes, always wearing jeans and T-shirts on her slim, boyish form.“Nope. ” Ella changed her mind. “I’m thinking cowgirl. She’d love horses, and I’d have to fuss at her to take off her boots before coming in the house. We’d live somewhere with lots of land so she could have her horse. She’d probably want to rescue horses, and before we knew
He wasn’t waiting for her to change her mind. Whether or not he was half-asleep, Nathan knew his way around her body. He’d already shoved the covers impatiently down to his thighs, using those long, strong arms to lift her into a straddle. She could only hang on as he found his way under her skirt. She’d pulled on a silky pair of panties, but he simply caught his forefinger in the crotch panel, moved it aside, and pushed that thick hardness inside her. She was sore from last night, and he knew just how gentle and rough to be, inexorable in his demand, but tender in his care of her.“I love you,” she whispered, realizing how many aspects of their relationship had experienced that special, magical combination.His eyes opened then, the blue color full of emotion and that morning languidness that was a pleasure all its own. Bringing her down for another kiss, he constricted his other arm around her waist so she was full hilt on him. He allowed her very little movement, instead working hi
Nathan. She gazed wildly into that opening, seeking him.“Ella, down. ”She dropped as the net of green flame passed over her. It snagged her flailing arm, snapping the net back like a rubber band. It wound around her biceps, growing outward to cover and pin her to that ledge, drag her over it.“Serrate,” she snarled, swallowing the pain as the spell’s detonation, so close to her, flashed over her skin. Hell, she hadn’t even put on her SPF 40 moisturizer this morning. For some crazy reason, the macabre image of a makeup party she’d attended with Ramona years before flashed in her head. The perfectly made-up hostess explaining, Every night you don’t take off your makeup before bed ages your skin three days.Wonder what she recommends for a thousand degrees centigrade at a ten-foot distance?The green net parted as if sliced down the middle. Scrambling free, she leaped to another ledge of rock, an incisor over that gaping hole. She spun in time to see Nathan engage Asmodeus again. He wa