Page 31 of Camael
"Then that’s what we will do. We'll need teams at each location," Camael pointed out. "And enough firepower to hold off whatever Lucifer sends to stop us."
Hours passed as they refined their strategy. The New Orleans night pressed against windows warded heavily enough to make Michael proud. Amelia found herself yawning despite the three cups of coffee she'd mainlined.The day's battles were catching up with her faster than a demon chasing a soul.
"We need a break." Camael's deep voice rolled through the room like thunder as he materialized beside her chair. "Everyone needs rest before we go any further."
Amelia started to protest, but another yawn betrayed her. "We still need to-"
"Those who don’t need the sleep can handle the details," he cut her off as he pulled her to her feet. His massive frame radiated heat that made her want to curl into him like a cat seeking warmth. "You're no good to anyone if you collapse."
She nodded and told the others she would be back after a brief rest. Camael's presence beside her was both steadying and electrifying as she made her way to his room. Amelia was already taking off her shoes as he closed the door.
His ice-blue eyes never left her face as he tended to scrapes and bruises from the day's fight. Each touch carried equal parts concern and possession. "I'm fine," she insisted, though her voice was rougher than she'd intended. "Just tired."
"You channeled more power today than most beings see in a lifetime," he rumbled as he finished his inspection. "Sleep. We've got the watch."
Sleep was suddenly the last thing on her mind as she met his gaze. “I don’t think I can sleep, yet,” she replied as she allowed her desire to come forward in her gaze.
The air between them thickened until breathing became optional. Without a word, Camael sat on the edge of the bed while she began peeling off her shirt. She tossed it onto the nearby chair. “Let me help,” he offered as he rose from the bed and crossed the small distance between them.
Amelia raised an eyebrow but didn’t object as he placed his hands on her hips and tugged her jeans down. “I can undress myself, you know.”
“I’m aware,” he said with a smirk. He guided her foot out of the denim before repeating the motion with the other. “But you looked like you might topple over. Consider it a safety measure.”
She huffed a laugh and found herself clad in nothing but her bra and underwear. “You’re awfully helpful for someone who took out a demon horde.”
“That’s what I do.” He took her hand and gently pulled her into his lap as he sat back on the edge of the bed. She didn’t resist and straddled his lap.
“I want to explore your delectable body and make you cry out my name,” he told her before he pressed a kiss to the side of her jaw, making her shudder.
She tilted her head, giving him more access. “Sounds better than sleep to me. As unexpected as this is, I can’t deny the heat between us.”
“I’ll be honest. This is not how I pictured the night going. But I’m not complaining,” he countered as he ran his hands up her back.
Her comeback faltered as he stood and then laid her across the mattress. He straightened and removed his shirt. Having his eyes on her body heightened her arousal. She arched her back and groaned when she caught sight of the bulge in his pants.
Wanting to tease him into action, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra to reveal her breasts. “God, you’re perfect. I’ve never seen a more beautiful female.” She yelped when Camael followed the compliment by reaching down and slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips so he could pull them down.
Feeling feminine in a way she’d never had, Amelia threw her hands above her head and watched him undress. It was difficult to resist covering her body. Uncertainty made her want to hide. She was rewarded for not covering up when hetweaked her nipples. Moaning, she cupped both breasts and became lost in the feel of his hands.
It was easy to let her desire take over. Pleasure drove her, and she slid her hands down her abdomen. Camael caught them in an implacable grasp. "Let me,” he told her.
Nodding, she returned her hands above her head and gripped the pillow. The move pushed her breasts out, drawing his attention. His hands were everywhere at once. Their mouths crashed together and their tongues slid together. Things quickly became urgent. He eased one hand between her legs while propping himself up with the other. One of his long fingers grazed her slick slit, making her lift her hips for more. It was embarrassing how with one touch she was putty in the palm of his hand.
“You like that?” He punctuated his question by slowly tracing a circle around her quivering flesh.
“You handle my body far better than you did your sword.” Her hips lifted, seeking firmer pressure. The light, teasing strokes were driving her insane with need.
A moan left her mouth as he leaned over her and licked her nipple. His wings popped out at the same moment his finger delved inside her. “Oh, Gods, yesss,” she hissed. He looked up from her breast and gave her a sexy half smile that she swore made her have a small climax. Camael’s smile alone was a deadly weapon. The sight of him hovering above her breast and smiling was erotic as hell.
He kept his eyes on her and gently bit down on her nipple. It was shocking and felt so damn good. The things this male made her feel were nothing short of magical. Her core tightened around his finger. Her nipples ached as he sucked them, but he didn’t let go. She began to buck and twist to get away or increase the pressure. Each nibble he bestowed on her taut tips zinged straight from her breast to her core, which he hadn’t stopped teasing.
Camael laid his body over her, and his thick arousal was hot and heavy and kicking against her leg. She shifted her hips and spread her thighs. “You’re driving me crazy,” she murmured.
He chuckled. “I know what you need,” he said before removing his finger and pinching her clit.
“Gods, yes. Please don’t stop. I need more,” Amelia begged and writhed.
Camael remained on top of her. His lips stayed close to her mouth, but he never kissed her. His fingers played over her flesh, and she went wild when she finally flew over the edge.
