Lost In Time: A Fallen Novel (35 page)

He raised her arms over her head and leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Her body responded on its own bowing up into his greedy mouth. She gasped and begged for more.

He leaned back pressing the head of his erection into her opening. His wings expanded, a talon came forward slowly. He looked at her, and she knew what he wanted and felt like her world was being completed. She loved him, and they would be together forever.

She opened her hands palms up, the talon slashed through the palm of each of her hands. She hissed in pain, and then he did the same to each of his palms.

He leaned down and kissed her still hovering at her opening making her want to scream in frustration. “By the bonds of blood,” Marcus growled breathlessly.

“I give my soul for yours.”

She repeated the words, and then they clasped hands fingers entwining. She felt the connection spread through her body, both dark and light it started in her hands and moved throughout her body like warm honey. Celeste moaned in pain and pleasure as their souls blended together.

“Bonded forever,” he whispered placing a kiss just below her ear and running his tongue down her neck.

She smiled, and thrust up pulling him deep into her. This time they both moaned, and then he was moving inside of her, and she couldn’t think for the pleasure that their joined bodies and souls felt. Just on the outside of her own feelings she sensed something else. The urge for more, the urge to devour, constant dark fighting light only to be eclipsed by passion. She sucked in a breath her eyes flying to Marcus’s.

“Can you sense it?” she asked breathlessly.

In answer he projected back to her exactly what she had been feeling, and it heightened the intensity.

“Oh gods,” she screamed as her orgasm saturated through her every muscle and nerve ending.

“That was not something I was expecting,” she growled, as she felt his climax take him he arched into her thrusting deep, and she felt it from his stand point as well as her own. She gasped trying to find purchase in a world that had turned inside out her body soared to heights unknown as another orgasm racked her body making her scream out.

He collapsed on top of her, and she immediately turned him over. She smiled down at him. “Don’t let me hurt you,” she whispered the words he had just said to her as she leaned over him biting his shoulder she sank down on him.

This time it was Marcus that let out a loud shout of passion as she rode him milking him for all he was worth. Marcus grasped her hips holding her tightly, he had almost lost her. He had almost lost himself.

“I’m right here. Feel me,” she moaned, letting all her walls down she opened to him completely.

Emotion flooded him giving him everything he had ever wanted from her. He took it all in he looked up into her red violet eyes filled with passion and love, and he let it all go. All that mattered was Celeste and the passion and love they shared.

Celeste moved over him, gliding him in and out of her. “I’ll never get close enough,” she moaned.

Marcus opened his mind to her, and she gasped with pleasure. In the next instant she did the same, the bond growing stronger with every second they spent together. They felt each other, knew the passion they shared was mutual and intense.

When she came, she saw stars before collapsing on his broad chest. He stroked her back letting her come down from her orgasm before flipping her over and driving into her.

“I love you,” she shouted just as he came. And he felt it deep down in his very soul, he returned the feeling. The look in her eyes showing him she completely understood.

“What do you mean his punishment is a gauntlet?” Celeste couldn’t believe her ears.

“Not just a gauntlet, but after that is done then he must be able to pick you out.” Victor smiled.

“I don’t give a shit that you are bonded but for two hundred years he didn’t recognize you for who you were.”

Celeste slapped her brother on the forehead with the palm of her hand. “You dumb ass, where blood bonded. He would be able to pick me out from anywhere on this plane or any other for that matter. Is that what you have been doing for the last week? Planning on ways to torture him?”

“As a matter of fact,” Garrett said sheepishly.

Celeste rolled her eyes, she wasn’t going to hit all her brothers but she really wanted to. “Just remember, blood bonded. Anything he feels I feel as well, are you sure you want to put him through a gauntlet?”

Christian threw his head back and laughed. “Has a point.”

“I still want to kick his ass,” Victor snarled.

“Is this what you do for fun?” Marcus asked from beside her.

They had spent a day in the cell and then had moved to her room where they had stayed for the last week. She had told him about her entire life, shared things with him she had never shared with anyone else. She had apologized for Ricky and his daughters telling him the truth. He hadn’t liked it much but he understood.

And in return he had told her about his life, the adventures he had had. He had explained Jessica, which she hadn’t liked but again she understood. They made love, and bonded to the point where she wasn’t sure where he started, and she finished. It scared her a little to be so close to another individual. But when she had those feelings she would feel him withdraw from her mind giving her the oneness she needed. And it only made her love him all the more.

But now they had been summoned by her father, and they couldn’t ignore that. Otherwise she would have stayed in her room forever just enjoying each other, physically and mentally.

“Enough,” Dante demanded from the dais.

“You will not go through the gauntlet,” he said standing. “You will not be punished. You will be given my daughter’s heart, and if for any reason you hurt her I will send you to hell myself,” he said this grabbing Marcus by the shoulders; Celeste felt the searing cold burn into Marcus.

“You just Touched him,” Celeste snapped. “I have the most dysfunctional family.”

“He was already Touched, Celeste,” Dante said moving back to his seat.

“Yes, but when he became a Dark Angel your mark was erased. Plus you forget that I was here the first time he became Touched, and he did so willingly. Now you take what he offered and throw it in his face?” She argued.

“Yes, but now it is back, and he shall serve you well or die.” Dante turned and sat back down in his chair as if that was that. “Oh, and by the way, I removed the mark on the Element. You completed your task.”

“Thank you Dante,” Marcus replied.

“Well now what?” Victor growled. “None of us get to kick his ass?”

Marcus shook his head and smiled at Celeste he kissed her gently on the nose. “Bring it on Victor, I’m not afraid of you, I’m bonded to a Demon/Reaper you have nothing that could come close to that.”

Without warning Victor stepped forward and slammed his fist into Marcus’s face. Celeste felt a wall fly up between her and Marcus so she wouldn’t feel the pain. “That might come close,” Victor snapped laughing.

“VICTOR STOP” Celeste tried to step in between them.

Victor turned to her. “He asked for it.” Marcus slammed a knee into Victor’s kidney causing the Reaper to crumple to the floor screaming in pain.

“He’s right, sweetheart. Just sit back and enjoy the show.” He leaned down and kissed her again. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

“Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it.”

Victor kicked Marcus’s right leg out from beneath him, and he went down hard on his left leg. He smiled. “I love you, Celeste.”

And then he turned and concentrated on the fight with Victor, soon Christian joined when it was obvious that Marcus was winning.

“Well that just isn’t fair.” Celeste shook her head.

But Marcus’s laughter drowned out her protests.

“You have chosen well daughter,” Dante said from next to her. “But you will both need to watch each other’s back, the Tribunal must surely know about you and him being changed into a Dark Angel.” Dante sighed. “I believe the changes in the mortal plane are far from over. But for what it’s worth you have me and your brothers on your side.”

At the moment Celeste was too happy to care about anything else and threw her arms around her father kissing his cold cheek. “We shall all meet them head on proud of whom and what we are.”

Dante nodded. “What more could a father ask for?”

Celeste smiled. “Now if you don’t mind I think I’ll help my bonded mate kick my brother’s asses.”