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Her hips bucked, and her leg brushed against his cock. His shaft leaped in a silent plea for more. She obliged by pushing against him. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He never stopped moving once he was seated to the hilt. Her climax began to build again as his shaft hit that spot inside that made her crazy. Her eyes slipped closed as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.
Her hands fisted in his hair and she bit down on his shoulder. She was certain she was going to blow apart. Her climax tore through her before she was ready. He was right behind her. She felt him tense and then grunt. His hot semen filled her as she milked him. Her back collapsed a few seconds later. Panting, Amelia kissed Camael’s lips and pulled away to smile up at him. “Holy shit. That was un-freaking-real.”
Camael chuckled. “You’re right. That was incredible.”
The peace was shattered by alarms that screamed through the mansion like banshees having a party. "Son of a bitch," she breathed as she grabbed for clothes. "They have really shitty timing."
“At least it wasn’t a few minutes ago,” he countered as heslipped his jeans on and reached for his phone. "Rami, report!"
"We've got hostiles at five locations," his second-in-command responded. “Armstrong Park's getting hammered, and we've got Class Five demons crawling all over the Elms Mansion. The Garden District's lit up like - fuck me, three more signatures just popped up at Gallier Hall and the Pharmacy Museum. And now these bastards are swarming Sarah's store like they've got a personal invitation!"
Amelia's heart stopped as she processed that last bit. "The bookstore sits on a major junction. If they corrupt that..."
"We lose a quarter of our defensive grid," Camael finished as he shrugged into his jacket. "Move out!"
They burst into the hallway to find organized chaos as the Angels of Retribution mobilized. Wings snapped out as weapons materialized. The Dark Warriors were already heading for their assigned positions while the Rowan sisters began weaving protection spells.
"Abraxos, take point at the bookstore," Camael ordered as they reached the patio. "Keep that junction secure at all costs." The warrior was already in the air. His red wings were carrying him into the night before Camael finished speaking. Everyone knew he wouldn’t have gone anywhere else.
Abraxos landedoutside Crescent City Arcane with enough force to crack the sidewalk. His heart nearly stopped when he saw lights on inside the store. Sarah was supposed to be safely tucked away in the mansion. Not in the middle of a demon assault.
His momentary distraction cost him. Something with too many teeth and not enough skin caught him across the back with claws that felt like they'd been forged in hellfire. Painexploded through his wing as black ichor dripped into his wound.
"Fucking hell!" He spun and separated the demon's head from its shoulders with enough force to send it flying halfway down the block. The thing's body hadn't finished dissolving before he was bursting through the shop's door. He was ready to read Sarah the riot act for being so reckless.
He found her behind the counter and surrounded by artifacts that hummed with power. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun. "Before you start yelling," she said without looking up from her work, "the wards were breached. I felt it while you were all talking strategy. If I hadn't come back, the junction would already be corrupted."
"That's what backup is for!" He moved closer. His wings filled the space with deadly grace despite his injury. "You should have called for help instead of rushing in alone!"
"There wasn't time." She finally looked up. Those green eyes of hers hit him in the gut. "And I'm not exactly helpless, warrior. These artifacts aren't just for show."
As if to prove her point, she raised one hand and channeled power through what looked like an Egyptian ankh. The blast of energy that followed turned three demons outside her window into ash faster than he could blink.
"Impressive," he admitted as he moved to cover her flank. "But next time, wait for me. Please."
The ‘please’ seemed to catch her off guard. Her expression softened as she really looked at him. "You're hurt."
"It's nothing." He tried to wave off her concern, but she was already moving around the counter.
"Let me see." Her tone brooked no argument as she examined his injured wing. "This needs attention before you lose too much blood."
"We don't have time for-" His words cut off in a hiss as she pressed something cool against the wound.
"That will staunch the blood and give your healing a kick in the pants." Satisfaction was evident in her voice. "Now you can go back to being overprotective without bleeding all over my floor."
The demons chose that moment to hit them en masse. Mal and Jo landed outside. Their wings spread wide as they took defensive positions and created a barrier of celestial steel between the incoming horde and Sarah's shop. Abraxos went out the door to join them.
Abraxos was aware of Sarah moving through her store with silent urgency. She gathered ancient relics that hummed with power. The female was smart enough to know she was out of her league in a supernatural throwdown. She used the resources available to her to help them keep the demons out.
Abraxos carved through demon ranks like a Cuisinart while Mal unleashed enough destruction to make Michael proud. Jo's blade burned through flesh as she covered their right flank. The three angels moved with synchronized precision born from centuries of combat.
A Throne-class demon with more teeth than sense tried breaching the shop's threshold. Abraxos separated its head from its shoulders while Mal's follow-through made its backup dancers regret coming along for the ride. Their blades left trails of divine fire that painted the night in shades of retribution.
"Use those artifacts to secure the juncture!" Abraxos barked at Sarah without taking his eyes off the incoming threats. His red wings spread wider as another wave approached. The female didn't argue. She just disappeared deeper into her shop like a shadow with a doctorate in self-preservation.
CHAPTER 11
Dawn was still hours away when Camael watched Amelia and the Rowan sisters gather in the mansion's kitchen. His massive frame filled the doorway as he tracked their movements with ice-blue eyes that missed nothing. The females had transformed his high-end cooking space into something that looked like Heaven's most exclusive spell lab. Moonlight filtered through the stained glass window above the sink, painting the marble countertops in shades of midnight blue and blood red.
