Free Angel Magic by Brooklyn O'Bannon Page B

and his finger’s gentle prodding soon had her spiraling into blissful release.
      He moved back up to her side and kissed her. Hard. She held him tight, and moved her tongue against his. She felt his heart pound and he drew in fast breaths between kisses. His cock pressed hard against her thigh. She wanted to make him feel as good as she felt and moved her hand down to encircle him.
      He moaned. “Yes.”
      She explored him further, tracing blue veins.
      She leaned over him, and lapped the tip, gently, tasting the small droplet that formed there. He tasted good, salty.
      He let out a big whoosh of air through clenched teeth. Encircling the head with her lips, she rubbed the top in a firm circle and then sucked.
      He clutched her hair, and shifted his hips under her. She began a rhythm of engulfing him deep into her mouth, then pulling him halfway out and rubbing him with her tongue. She sucked the tip, and then engulfed him once again deep into her mouth. Then he came in her mouth.
      “Kari,” he gasped, eyes shut tight.
      She smiled at him and crawled back up to his side.
      After a while he opened his eyes. He reached out a hand and rubbed her back in slow circles. “See. You won’t be sore forever, little one. I have a little control.” He grimaced. “Well, not very much control, really. I used to be a master of this sport.” He lay back looking into the trees. The expression on his face reminded her of a pouting child.
      “Rahmiel, you’re probably just out of practice. And I would never notice, except you talked about it. I haven’t, you know, been around.”
      Rahmiel pulled her toward his face. “You are too sweet. I don’t care that you haven’t been around. Your touch sets me on fire…” He kissed her hard.
      The sound of flapping wings interrupted Rahmiel’s kiss.
      The Guardian Angels were back.
     

    Chapter Eight
     
      The Angels moved quickly to Rahmiel and two grabbed him while Kari frantically wrapped herself in the blanket. She scowled at the Guardians, who were looking at her with way too much interest. But they managed to wrap a glowing white band around Rahmiel’s arms, wings and ankles to prevent him from moving.
      “What are you doing? Let him go,” she yelled.
      “Rahmiel must come with us.”
      “I can’t go with you,” Rahmiel spoke in a calm tone. “Did you forget I’m bound to the lady?”
      Lemuel moved into Rahmiel’s face. “It can’t stand in the way of justice. We’re taking you to the Assembly for a hearing.”
      Rahmiel gave a disgusted sigh. “What about the famine demon? You’re just going to let it keep feeding, getting stronger? And what about the Old Laws of Binding? Your council has done away with the Old Laws?”
      “No. But they may need to make exceptions.” Lemuel looked at the Angels flanking Rahmiel and nodded. In a flurry of wings they were gone.
      Kari was too stunned to move. “I’m stranded. You’re taking Rahmiel and I’m stranded,” she screamed skyward, hoping the Angels would hear.
      The jungle birds in the canopy stopped twittering. Nothing else happened.
      Kari sank down onto the thin blanket. Surely they would realize they’d left her stranded there. Rahmiel would tell them. They’d return soon. Wouldn’t they?
                 
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    Rahmiel was furious but he forced himself to remain calm. The way they had looked at Kari. And then leaving her there, all alone. What kind of Guardians were these? He wanted to rip them apart with his bare hands.
      The Guards placed him in an energy cell where he had little movement. He could sit or lie down, but he couldn’t stand.
      He flopped back into a reclining position and tuned Lemuel out. The ass knew the truth—people were going to die tonight because Kaphawn was free and growing stronger. Last night two died. Tonight the body count would be higher. But Lemuel thought he was administering justice. Tell that to someone the