His Angelic Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 7] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  “Of course not,” he said honestly with a slow smile. “But he would have likely felt a lot of pain and shock when I ripped his arm off and beat him to death with it,” he told her quietly. Grinning at her look, he kissed her softly. “I don’t bother with all those wasteful emotions when actions suit so much better.”

  “But you understand exactly what I’m saying,” she stated. “So you see, that’s what I was feeling when she touched you. I didn’t like it, at all. Yes, I know that you are mine and I’m yours for now until time no longer has meaning, but that doesn’t mean that I want some random woman touching you, especially with the lascivious thoughts in her head.”

  “Lascivious thoughts?” he asked, really curious now. “What were her thoughts that had you so ready to rip her heart out?” Talon needed to know just what that waitress had thought about. There was something there that had her still hopping mad.

  “She was thinking about a question,” Cin muttered. “She was wondering if you were as large everywhere as your body led people to believe, and then she had the audacity to look to your lap. I wanted to beat her,” Cinnamon grumbled.

  Laughing softly, he squeezed her in close to him. “Well you know the truth, and she will only ever be able to imagine and conjure up calculations that could still be a lie.” Pressing a kiss to her lips, he smiled. “And I’m all yours, Cin, whenever and wherever you want.”

  “I know, honey, but it couldn’t be helped. I still wanted to beat her to within an inch of her life just for thinking something like that,” she grumbled. “You are mine, honey, only mine. It makes me so angry to think that another wanted you like I wanted you.”

  “And if we’re walking down the street and you hear thoughts of other women, will you want to beat them as well if they think of me in that way?” He was likely going to get himself into serious trouble with this line of questioning, but Talon was curious.

  “I hate it when you use logic on me,” she grumbled. “But it’s okay.” She sighed. “I guess you are right,” she muttered. “It makes sense that I can’t blame people for their thoughts, only if they dare to touch you. That’s when I will get really unhappy with them.” She compromised.

  “Well try not to take their heads off, especially if it’s a business meeting and I need to shake hands with someone.” He was amused by her, quite a bit. She got so huffy over the most innocent things. It was truly adorable. Kissing her softly, Talon stroked her cheek gently. “I adore you and your jealous little streak.”

  Wrinkling her nose, she said, “Well I’m glad that you like it, honey, because I’m all yours,” she admitted to him. “I guess it’s because I’m just not a part of this world and haven’t been here on Earth for too long. Maybe it will lessen as time goes on?”

  “I seriously doubt that,” he teased with a chuckle. “If anything you will likely get much more jealous and possessive as time goes on. Not sure why, but it seems to go that way,” he told her honestly. “We males are very aware of our jealousy issues. We can do some serious damage, so we are very careful about such things.”

  “Then it’s something that I really need to make sure to keep in check, because I could do some serious damage as well.” With her sword of light she could cut through thousands and thousands of beings with the blink of an eye.

  “Well,” Talon said softly with a smile, “all you need to remember is that no matter how much they wish and dream, not a one of them will ever have a chance with me. They can hope, they can fantasize, but only you will ever know the truth of what happens in the bedroom.”

  That had her grinning. “And that makes me so very, very happy. I’m so very happy that I’m your one and only, just as you are my one and only.” He may have had lovers before her, but they were the past, and she knew that for the truth that it was. She was his forever, his future and always.

  “Yes you are, my angel,” he whispered, brushing his lips to hers. “There is no future I’d ever want to face without you next to me, love.” Shifting slightly, he laid her down on the sofa and leaned over her with a grin. “I think now though we should work on that future and maybe make out a little before we retire to our very large bed for the night.”

  “Oh I like how you think, Talon.” Cinnamon’s smile was broad, happy, and pure. “What is it that you are thinking we should do, darling? What kind of making out do you think would be best for us?”

  “Well, since we’re on the sofa and I don’t really feel like falling on the floor, I think some kissing, maybe a little necking, and a bit of touching. But once you start tearing off clothes we’re going upstairs.” Or they’d end up on the floor, and he didn’t want to give her rug burn or, worse yet, friction burn from the wood flooring in the room.

  “Oh I love how that sounds,” she told him happily. “So I think that perhaps I should be on top because I really do want to touch you, feel you, kiss and love you.” Moving so that she was facing him on his lap, she grinned. “You are such an amazing mate,” she whispered and leaned in so that she could brush her lips over his neck and then his lips.

  Chuckling softly at her quick reversal of their positions, he let her have her way. Stretching out, Talon kicked his feet up on the sofa so she’d have full reach of all of him. “I happen to think you are the amazing one, my angel.”

  She grinned as she leaned in, her lips brushing over his and then down his neck. Tugging at his shirt, she frowned. “You have on too many clothes, my Dragon. I think you should get rid of some of them, darling.”

  “Clothing stays on until we go upstairs to our bed,” he reminded her with a grin. “But if you ask really nicely I’ll pull my shirt off for you. Do you want to ask me nicely?” he teased, stroking his fingers up and down her thigh lightly.

  “Talon,” she all but purred. “Will you please, please take off your shirt so that I can caress, touch, and love on your chest, darling? I want to trace that tattoo you have with my tongue, darling.”

  Laughing softly at her, he nodded. “I will if you lean back slightly.” Laughing harder when she snapped back from him, he sat up enough to tug the shirt off over his head. Tossing it onto the coffee table, he lay back down. “Is this better, my love?”

  “Oh yes, very much so.” Cin’s fingers lovingly and lightly traced the dragon on his chest and grinned. “I love your body art, Talon.” Leaning down, she traced the outline of the tattoo with her tongue, lavishing him with love as she did so.

  Shifting slightly, he tugged a throw pillow under his head and watched her under hooded lids. “It’s more than just art,” he told her honestly. “It’s my Dragon,” Talon explained softly. “It’s exactly what I look like when I shift forms and, in a way, is part of him.” It had been created with magic to ensure it stayed fused to his flesh when he shifted from form to form, so in essence it was the Dragon.

  “Will you show me your Dragon one day?” Cinnamon asked as she gently traced the beautiful dark dragon on his chest. “I would very much love to see him sometime, darling. I would love to go flying on his back someday. Do you think there is a place left in this world where we could take a flight without being caught by radar or camera or whatever else there is out there?”

  Grinning, he nodded. “We have a section we can fly in. You may not know it, but in human culture it’s a place that has them all trying to get in any way they can. It’s called Area 51, lots of open space, lots of open air, and no cameras. Not even satellites can see what we do there.”

  “Oh that is very nice. I love that idea,” she said with a grin. “I think that it would be wonderful to let the Angel in me out and fly and to watch your Dragon as he flies through the air as well.” She would like it a great deal simply because it would be that primal and fundamental part of both of them.

  “Then we will go when we next have a chance.” He smiled at her. “But before that, if you want to see the Dragon, I can show you him in one of our warehouses. They are built large for when we are hurt and need to be in our other form to heal.”

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nbsp; “I think that I will wait,” she told him with a grin. “Mostly because I don’t think that I would like having to be there inside when you shifted and when I shifted.” Because she knew she would want to shift as well. To shift and fly about would be wonderful.

  “Then we will wait,” he told her. Reaching out, he stroked a finger lightly down her collarbone and over the curve of her breast. “You know, I’m feeling a little exposed. I think you should get rid of your top too so I don’t feel so naked before you, darling.”

  “Oh I wouldn’t want you to feel exposed, darling,” she said with a grin. Moving, she tugged her shirt up and off, tossing it away from her. Smiling, she winked at him. “Is that better, or should I get rid of this as well?” she asked as she ran her fingers over the pink silk and lace bra.

  “Much better, but you should get rid of the bra. I would really hate to damage such a pretty piece of artwork,” he told her honestly. “And it is one of my favorites.” He grinned. Actually anything of the lace and silk variety was a favorite of his.

  “Ah yes, this is very true,” she told him with a smile. Reaching between her breasts, she unclipped the bra and tossed it to the side. “There, is that better, darling?” she asked happily and ran her hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she did so.

  Licking his lips, Talon followed her hands with his eyes and nodded. “Much,” he growled out softly. He loved her breasts, adored her even more when she stroked and played with herself as she was doing. She always got him so revved up and so easily. Woman knew just how to play him to get him hot and hard.

  “Yes, I do,” she teased with a grin. “I know just exactly how to get you going, darling,” she commented with a smirk. Pinching her nipples, she rocked back on him and winked. “Is it working?” she asked happily. “Am I getting you nice and hard and hot and ready?” She loved teasing her Dragon, so very much so.

  “Oh it’s working,” he growled softly at her reaching out to stroke his hands over her thighs lightly. “I’m rock hard, ready to fuck you into the next life right now. My cock is throbbing with every beat of my heart.”

  “That’s very good, sweetheart, because I really, really love the fact that you are as hard as you are.” She loved it actually, loved knowing she could get him that hard, that fast. “So should I do this?” She ran her thumb over her taut nipple and then pinched it. “Or would you rather do it?” she teased.

  “I would rather you lean over so I can lick your pretty pink nipples and then you can slide them over my chest as you kiss me, lots of tongue,” he said. He was keeping his hands light on her legs, ensuring that he wasn’t forcing her into doing anything and letting her play. Yes, he was domineering and a serious dominant, but he also knew for a healthy relationship he had to give her the reins, too. Not that he was all that good at it yet, but he was trying at least.

  Leaning down, she pressed one breast against his mouth and growled in utter pleasure when his teeth and tongue danced over it. “Talon.” Her breath started to come out in desperate and needy pants as she did so. “Please, again.” She was happy to submit to him, but right now it felt so good to “be on top,” per se.

  Sliding his tongue around the tight bud, he toyed with it, tasting her and just enjoying playing with her in a simple way. Sucking it deep, he held it in his mouth as he rubbed the flat of his tongue over the nub. Lifting his hips slightly, he rubbed his aching cock to her, trying to get her to sit back a little and rub over him, too.

  Cinnamon could read his need as well as she could her own. Pressing back hard against the solid length of his cock, Cin began to rock back on him, rubbing herself against his shaft as greedily and hungrily as she possibly could. “Please,” she begged this time, holding his head to her breast as she panted the need and desperate desire.

  Scraping his teeth to her soft flesh, he suckled hard as he put his hands to her hips. Holding her down, he rocked and rubbed his cock against her. He could feel her wetness even through all their clothing, and Gods, the Dragon was hungry for her.

  Cin moaned and shivered. “I need you, Talon. I know we were supposed to stay down here and do a little necking, but I am finding it very, very hard to concentrate on anything other than you. I need you, my Dragon, desperately.” She finished with a wiggle of her ass against his cock.

  Letting her nipple free, Talon moved his hands to her waist and undid her pants. “Get out of these, now,” he ordered her. So much for letting her have full control. The Dragon was taking hold, and to hell with the consequences. Talon needed to be buried inside of her and fast.

  Cin pulled back, and as she slid off of his body she slipped out of her pants quickly. “Panties as well?” she paused to ask him. It was clear from the look on her face that she loved standing before him in only her pink thong with the little white bows at the top of her ass cheeks.

  Kicking his pants off, he tugged her back to him. “They can stay on. They are pretty and small enough that they won’t get in the way.” Tugging her over him, he smiled up at her. “But I need you on my cock now, damn it.”

  “Oh I love when your Dragon comes out to play,” she purred and kicked her leg over him so that she was straddling him. “So you need me like this?” she asked as she rubbed the silk of her thong-covered pussy against his cock. “Or do you need something a bit more?”

  “Wrap your hot little pussy around my fucking hard cock now, woman.” He growled at her. “Move your panties and take me into your pussy, now,” he said in a demanding tone. He was through playing. He needed her now.

  She watched as he struggled to keep the Dragon contained and smiled down at him. Pushing her thong to the side, she rubbed against him for a moment, letting him growl again, before taking him into her wet and waiting pussy. Leaning back with her eyes closed, she rocked slowly on him until he was fully buried in her body. “Talon.” She could only breathe his name in desperation, lifting and pressing down, alternating her movements as she did so.

  “Harder,” he demanded of her. Catching her hips in his hands, he moved her over him in the rhythm he wanted. Lifting his hips, he met her thrust for thrust. So much for not getting naked and making love in the living room. Oh well, maybe next time.

  Cin rode him harder and harder, using his hands on her hips to give her the right rhythm to move with. Her head fell back, and the long blonde tresses caressed his upper thighs with each movement she made. “Talon.” A gasp of a sound came from her throat, her body nearly complete and shivering in demand of her Dragon. “So close.” She just couldn’t find the right thing to push her over the edge.

  Reaching up to wrap his hand around her neck, he hauled her down to him and pushed his teeth through her shoulder. Growling deep, he bucked under her, his hips slamming up to meet her every thrust. Scream! he ordered her.

  Cinnamon did just that. She screamed. Her pleasure coursed through her veins as she finally found that ultimate pleasure. It was his bite that she had needed. She had needed his demands on her body, his command to come. “Now, please.” If only he would come as well.

  Once she tightened around him to the point of near strangulation, Talon let loose. Roaring out, he came, his hips slamming up to meet hers as she milked him dry. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her to him tight.

  Collapsing against him, Cinnamon’s breath was coming in gasps. The smile on her lips told of her satisfaction, and pure pleasure coursed through her veins. A hand stroked over his shoulder. Words wouldn’t come to her, but she didn’t need them, not with feeling as wonderful as she felt in that moment.

  Stroking her back gently as they lay there in a tangle of flesh, Talon closed his eyes. He was completely and absolutely happy. He had his mate, in his home no less, and she was more than he could have ever dreamed would be in his life. Letting out a breath, he relaxed and just soaked up the pleasure of that moment.

  She smiled a happy and content smile. “I love you, too,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest and yawning. “Sleep for a moment though.”
She closed her eyes. Another shuddering yawn raced through her, and without another thought the Angel was sound asleep on her Dragon’s chest.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Adjust the temperature down just a little now,” Talon told her as he stood to the side. “Keep stirring though. We want it to come down to a simmer. The sauce will continue to thicken a little more, but we don’t want it burning, which is why we lower the temperature.” Moving to the dual ovens mounted in the wall, he looked into the upper one before he pulled it open to get their meal. Setting it on the counter, he put the cover on and shut the power off.

  Going back to her side, he nodded. “See the bubbles have slowed. Slow your stirring, too. We need to ensure there are still a couple of bubbles rising, but not too many.” Reaching in, he put his hand to hers and slowed her motions to a nice gentle swirl through the liquid. Counting the bubbles, he stopped her hand. “Now we let it simmer for a few minutes and get everything else prepared. But we keep an eye on it since there is still enough heat that it will burn if we’re not attentive.”

  “But how do you know?” she asked as she looked at the pan in question. “How do you know when to leave it and when to not? What if it begins to burn and we don’t know it?” Cooking was hard, Cinnamon was learning, very hard. “I’m not so sure that I like this whole cooking thing.” She loved to eat, but cooking was difficult and took concentration. Something she seemed to be lacking in.

  “Mostly it’s guess work and instinct,” he told her honestly. “Unless it’s a cream sauce you can turn it down and, as long as you stir it from time to time, it won’t burn. Cream sauces, anything with milk or cheese, has to be constantly stirred or it will burn no questions asked. This is a beef-based sauce or, if you prefer, gravy, so we’re good as long as the temperature is low and we remember to give it a little stir every couple or three minutes.”