Page 23 of Camael
She lifted one leg, making him press the tip of his shaft against her slick entrance. Her gasp sent a jolt of satisfaction through him and shredded any remaining reticence. “Yes,” she hissed. “Make me forget for fifteen minutes.”
The raw vulnerability in her voice gave him pause. He knew exactly what she meant. He needed the same thing. Toforget the weight of their mission and the world-changing powers growing inside of her.
“I’ll do more than that,” he vowed.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as she bit down gently on his bottom lip. Her hips rocked against him in a silent demand. He growled and lifted her until their bodies were aligned. He wanted to prepare her more, but her slick entrance told him she could take him now. Next time, he would taste her first. He slid inside her inch by inch until he was fully seated. For a brief moment, he stilled, the sensation of her surrounding him was overwhelming. It was home. That was the first word that came to mind. It was unexpected clarity amidst the chaos. She felt like home.
Her moan broke him from his thoughts, and he began to move. He was slow and deliberate at first. But her cries of pleasure spurred him on, and his pace quickened as he pressed her harder against the wall. Her hands slid to his back. A hoarse cry tore from his throat when her fingers brushed the joint where his wings met his back.
The sensation was unlike anything he’d felt before. It sent shocks of pleasure racing through him. He thrust harder. His lips found hers again as he poured everything into the kiss. Their tongues slid together as he moved in and out of her. He floated in pleasure for what felt like an eternity and then her body tightened around him. She broke away from his mouth and threw her head back. Her cries built in volume as he reached down to circle her clit with his thumb. “Come for me,” he commanded in a rough and desperate voice.
Amelia shattered in his arms. Her body clenched around him as she cried out his name. The sensation pushed him over the edge. His release tore through him with a force that left him trembling.
He rested his forehead against her shoulder. His breaths were coming in ragged gasps as they both came down fromthe high. Lowering her gently to the floor, he brushed a kiss against her temple. “That was…” she started in a breathless voice but her words trailed off when the Key screamed a warning against her skin.
Evil energy pulsed through the city's spiritual foundation. Camael felt it in his bones. Lucifer was spreading his particular brand of corruption through New Orleans. “He’s tainting the ley lines like poison in the water,” Amelia said in answer of his unasked question.
"Son of a bitch," he growled as he forced himself to focus on the threat rather than how badly he wanted to lay her down and love her properly. "Lucifer's becoming a pain in my ass." He picked up her clothing and handed it to her before stuffing his legs into his jeans.
The second she was done getting dressed, Amelia was moving. Her power was gathering around her hands as she headed for the stairs. "We can’t let him infect all of the ley line nexus points. The city will be lost if he manages that."
“Thank God you know what you’re doing. We’d have been picking our asses and making futile guesses until the city fell,” Camael told her honestly.
They raced through the mansion, alerting the others as they went. The AORs mobilized with practiced efficiency. Their weapons materialized as they gathered in the foyer. Outside, the sun was setting over New Orleans. The sky was ominously painted shades of blood and gold.
"The Garden District is ground zero," Rami reported as he looked up from his phone. "Izzy thinks the bastard's using the old money mansions as anchor points for his spell work."
“He must be using the ones closest to the nexus points there,” Amelia interjected.
"Of course he is," Mal muttered as he checked his blade. "Anyone else miss the days when demons just wanted to eat souls?"
Jo chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Those were the simple days.”
Camael's Sword of Light blazed to life in his grip as he issued orders. His power saturated the air and turned it sub-zero as he faced his warriors. "Listen up." His voice carried enough don't-fuck-with-me authority to make Hell itself take notes. "We've got multiple nexus points about to go nuclear with Lucifer's corruption. Every one of these bastards needs lockdown and they need it yesterday."
"There are seven." Amelia's power crackled around her as she cut in. The Key at her throat was pulsing like a warning beacon. "Commander's Palace, Lafayette Cemetery Number One, the Buckner Mansion, St. Louis Cathedral, Gallier House, Hermann-Grima House, and the Beauregard-Keyes House."
The witch's intel hit harder than a sledgehammer to stained glass. Seven points meant spreading his warriors thin as hell. Thankfully, this wasn't a democracy because time was giving them the middle finger.
"Partner up and move out." His voice carried enough don't-even-think-about-arguing to make lesser beings piss themselves. His hard gaze swept his crew and the triplets. "The witch and I are taking Buckner. About time we showed Lucifer what happens when he brings this shit to my witch’s city."
They launched skyward like Heaven's most lethal strike force. Their wings cut through night air thick with power that had been locked away for longer than Camael could remember. Below them, St. Charles Avenue's historic mansions were getting a makeover straight from Hell's decorator. Darkness writhed through old money real estate like living ink. It turned Southern charm into supernatural nightmare fuel.
The first "oh shit" moment hit them at First Street. Somepiece of demonic artwork was treating a centuries-old oak like its personal charge port. The bastard looked like someone had grabbed raw flesh, given it teeth, and told it to go play in the sandbox.
The thing was mainlining evil straight into one of the Garden District's oldest trees. The massive oak's branches were already going black. The wood was rotting faster than a demon's morals.
"You seeing this shit?" Amelia's voice carried over the wind. Her power was crackling around her hands like bottled lightning.
Yeah, he was seeing it. And his warrior's instincts were screaming that this clusterfuck wasn't random. This was a tactical play designed to split their forces even further apart.
Lucifer was making sure they'd be too busy playing whack-a-demon to stop his endgame at Buckner. Camael didn't hesitate. His blade carved through corrupted flesh while Amelia's hybrid magic disrupted the spell work. The tree's branches creaked as health returned to them.
There wasn't time to celebrate. More demons were emerging from the gathering darkness. They were being drawn by Lucifer's call like moths to hellfire. They fought their way down the mansion-lined streets. Each property became its own battlefield. Pristine lawns were turned into war zones as celestial steel met demon flesh. Camael could have wept when the Dark Warriors joined the efforts. The historic architecture had suffered enough collateral damage.
"This shit is spreading faster than we can contain it!" Rami's voice carried over the sounds of combat. He was three houses down and dealing with something that had too many teeth and a bad attitude.
Camael cursed as he registered the truth in those words. The ley lines were lighting up his supernatural radar likedemonic Christmas trees. Each one pumped Lucifer's poison deeper into the city's foundations.
