Free Her Demon Prince (Forbidden Fantasy) by Cathleen Ross Page B

over
to Galaden. “I can clean your throat wound, but it’s severe. You need surgery.”
    His eyes flicked open. “I will
heal.”
    How could he survive a wound
like that? Helpless, she wondered what to do. “I’ll pray for you.”
    “No!”
    Rachael frowned, uneasy.
Angels should love prayers. When she was a child, she’d said them every night
and they’d given her so much comfort; she still prayed on a daily basis. She
dabbed at the wound, cleaning it of blood, her hands shaking as she did so. The
weapon had penetrated the throat just above his collarbone where the demon had
driven it, leaving a hole. Galaden had to live. He was the only one who could
help her save Phoebe.
    Sick with worry about Phoebe,
she lifted her gaze heavenwards and offered a quick prayer. “Please God, don’t
take Galaden.”
    “Stop!” he ordered, his voice
stern. “I assure you, the Almighty will not take me to heaven.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “I have work to do here.”
    “I…I’m sorry.” He must have
good reason for not wanting her prayers. She rested her hand lightly on his,
realizing she had offended him. His skin had cooled and she enjoyed the
sensation of his hand under her own.
    Galaden sighed and shifted
slightly, turned his hand over and clasped hers.
    “How are you feeling?” She
looked at his face. In repose, the lines of pain had softened so that he
appeared relaxed. His blond hair was cropped short but the front held a curl,
which she wanted to stroke. His eyes were a startling blue, so that when he
talked, she couldn’t stop staring at him.
    “Do not fear for me, Rachael.
Already daylight is healing me. It is when I’m strongest and can best the
demon. Open the blind and let me bathe in it.”
    She stood and pulled up the
Roman blind. Light spilled across his body, so even the dust motes took on a
silver sheen like a hundred thousand glistening specks gathering around his
body. She watched as he took a deep breath. The specks began to glitter,
congregating around his wound. She blinked. The angel’s whole body started to
shine and pulse. The gash on his throat knitted in front of her eyes. Instead
of a red gouge, a pink scar remained and then the flecks of light winked out.
    Rachael put her hand to her
mouth. “I can’t believe it. You’ve healed. There’s almost nothing left of the
wound.”
    Galaden’s gaze moved over her
body and then he shifted across the bed. “Come to me, Rachael. Lie with me. It
is hours until the sun will be strong enough to warm me. I am in need of your
body heat.”
    Even standing by the bed she
felt the pull of him and the intense urge to shed her clothes. She shrugged off
her coat. She just had to know what it would be like to feel the length of his
body against hers. Taught in bible class that angels weren’t sexual creatures,
she wondered if her teacher had got that right because Galaden was irresistible.
    Sliding down, she lay beside
him, looking into his face. Underneath her, she could feel his soft feathers
from his spread wings, which smelled of fresh, morning dew. Part of her
trembled with fear over what she would do if he touched her. Part of her wanted
him to. Lying there with the soft feel of his skin against hers, she wanted to
reach out and explore him.
    His face was serious, his nose long and straight, but under its stern
length was an inviting mouth. His gaze was intense and she had that weird sense
of knowing him, of having loved him once. When he put his arms around her, she
found his body was ice. No wonder he needed her heat. She reached down, pulled
the comforter over them and snuggled in close, putting her arms around his back
under his wings, savoring the feel of his hard, muscular frame. Despite being
an angel, he was more handsome than any man she’d ever seen, and he looked and
felt all male. A forbidden thought came to mind. Did angels get erections? She
tried to push the thought away.
    He lifted his eyebrows and his
lips raised in a half