Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) (13 page)

Charl must have been tired, because he fell asleep a short time after eating the sandwich Marla had made for him. She had been washing the plates in the kitchen. When she went back to show him to one of the extra bedrooms upstairs, she found him asleep in the recliner next to Karlo.

After checking on Karlo, she went upstairs to change again. She debated sleeping upstairs and finally decided to go back downstairs, at least for a little while. Charl had fallen asleep and she was worried about what would happen if Karlo needed her. She decided to sit next to him and watch over him. When she got tired, she’d go up to her bedroom.

What ended up happening was she got cold. She got under the blankets and propped herself up on one arm and kept watch. With her free hand, she traced Karlo’s features, moving from his brows, down his nose, and over his lips. The love she had for him swelled inside her. After a while her arm got tired, so she laid down. She couldn’t see his face, but she ran her hand over his chest until she could feel his heartbeat through her fingers.

She was getting sleepy. She gave a brief thought of going upstairs, but she was nice and warm now. Her bed would be cold and lonely. Glancing over at Charl sitting in the recliner, she could see he was out for the night. She had tossed the spare comforter over him so she didn’t think he’d be waking up before morning. Since she was normally such an early riser, she’d be long gone before either of the two men woke up. On that thought, she’d talked herself into doing what she really wanted to do all along and drifted off to sleep.

Charl had been pretending to sleep. He watched Marla through his lashes after she came back into the bedroom wearing a knee length garment. When she picked up a coverlet from the bed and put it over him, he got a better look at the front. There was a picture of some type of animal sleeping. He didn’t read the words; his eyes were drawn to where he could see her nipples beading just beneath the soft fabric.

It was a good thing she’d spread the blanket over him, he was able to hide the bulge growing in his lap. After watching Marla give in to sleep, he let himself follow. Using techniques he’d learned as a Nephilim warrior, he kept part of his subconscious awake and aware. The slightest noise would bring him fully awake, ready to defend both his brother and the woman he knew they would share for the rest of their lives. Now they just had to convince her.

Marla was dreaming. She knew she was dreaming because she was about to have sex with Karlo. That in itself wasn’t unusual. She’d had sex with Karlo while they were both awake plenty of times. The reason she knew she was asleep was because the bed was in the middle of the pasture in the middle of a sunny day. If having your bed moved to the middle of a pasture wasn’t enough, the fact that Karlo’s brother, Charl, was also there with them convinced her this was really a dream.

The weird thing was, Marla was aware enough to know she was dreaming. She could even direct her dream to some extent. What she couldn’t do was wake up. Her dream self was really turned on though and this wasn’t a nightmare, so she decided to throw guilt out the window and go with it. Heck, the dream was really good so far.

Marla’s breath hitched at the thought of letting both brothers have her at the same time. Since this was a dream, she decided to let go of her inhibitions and be bolder than she’d ever been while awake. She lay back on the bed and then lifting her knees slightly, she spread her legs wide. Let them have a good look.

Karlo approached from her right. “You look so beautiful. Doesn’t she make a beautiful banquet for us?” he asked, looking over at his brother as he sat next to her. Picking up her right hand in his left, he kissed the palm and then took one of her fingers in his mouth as he smoothed his right hand over her knee, down over the soft skin of her inner thigh to her nest of curls. He tested her arousal with a quick dip of his fingers before traveling up to her breast.

“Is she ready for us?” asked Charl, lifting one knee to rest on the bed between her legs.

“Oh, yes, she likes the idea of you being here with us. Don’t you, Marla?” he asked her.

“Yes, please don’t make me wait,” she said, tilting her pelvis in invitation and pulling her left leg a little farther to the left. She couldn’t really move the right one with Karlo there.

“So eager, I like that,” said Charl as he moved closer. Leaning over, he parted her folds to reveal the treasure within. “Mmm, ambrosia,” he said, just before he started using his tongue on her.

Karlo watched his brother for a moment, suckling her finger before nipping the pad at the tip. Then he moved her hand and, leaning down, put his mouth on her breast.

As Marla writhed on the bed, she made sounds loud enough to wake Karlo and Charl from their sleep. Karlo was still stunned and his perception was fuzzy, not yet aware of what woke him. He didn’t look around the room as he slowly sat up. He was thirsty so he tried not to wake Marla as he left the bed. When he passed by the chair, a sound made him look to the right, and he met his brother’s eyes.

Stunned, the memory of what had happened earlier flashed across his mind. He remembered everything! He wanted to shout, and almost did. Another low moan from the bed distracted him. He turned back to face the bed. He saw that she had pushed down the blanket and pulled up her sleep shirt. She had one hand at her breast and one in between her legs. Her head was moving slightly and her hips were rocking.

The strong scent of arousal reached him and his wings burst from his skin. As the wave of pheromones wafted into the room, Charl’s wings responded by also erupting. He barely got out of the chair and stood before they burst through his skin.

Both brother’s eyes were glued to the woman on the bed. Tearing his eyes away from the sight laid out before him, he touched his brother’s shoulder to get his attention. Charl gave his brother a signal with his head for them to step out of the room. They were nearly to the door when Marla spoke in her sleep.

“Please, both of you,” she whispered.

Karlo’s eyes widened when he understood what she was dreaming. He turned to his brother and grinned. It was a sign that Marla would accept them both. Stepping into the hall, they shut the door behind them quietly.

The two of them embraced. Karlo was still overwhelmed with his memories and Charl was still getting used to his brother not being dead. As they parted, Karlo gestured for them to move away from the door and down the short hall to the kitchen. He didn’t want to awaken Marla.

What neither of the men knew was that Marla wasn’t about to wake up. She was deep in the mating frenzy. Earlier when Charl had removed Karlo’s shirt because his wings were beginning to erupt, the skin was already broken enough to leak a high concentration of pheromones onto the sheet. Marla, sleeping on her side facing Karlo, had been breathing in the potent chemical for some time.

She was human and the effect was much different than for a Nephilim or a human of Nephilim descent. Being human, in combination with the heavy dose she was receiving, could be harmful if they didn’t wake her up soon. It could even be lethal if her heart wasn’t strong enough to deal with the extra load placed on it. Unaware of the danger, the two brothers stood just down the hall in the kitchen.

“We have a problem,” said Karlo.

“Marla doesn’t know you are Nephilim,” said Charl.

“Exactly! Until you showed up,
I
didn’t know I was Nephilim. This is going to be hard for her to understand. The wings won’t help matters.”

“I understand she’s not Nephilim. Until a few moments ago, I was also concerned she would not accept me. She may still not; her dream could be because of the mating chemistry.”

Karlo looked confused; his wings emerged after her dream had started, not before. “Your wings broke through your skin earlier. The process was halted when you lost consciousness,” Charl explained. “Still, it gives me hope,” he said.

Karlo walked over to the sink. He got the glass of water he’d gotten out of bed for in the first place. The mundane task gave him a minute to wake up and process all the random things floating through his brain. After drinking it, the two of them went outside to stand on the porch. They needed to stretch out their wings so they could dry off. There wasn’t enough room in the house.

Karlo spotted the shotgun lying on the porch and he picked it up, propping it beside the door to take back inside later. As they flexed their wings back and forth in the air, Karlo filled in his brother on everything that had happened since he’d first woken up in the bed to find Marla sleeping in the recliner, to when Charl had driven up to the house. Before they could decide how to move forward, they needed to go over all that had happened.

While the men spoke on the porch, Marla continued to dream in the bedroom. Stuck in that space between true dreaming and waking, she tried to direct her dream, the way she normally would. Charl was between her legs eating her up and Karlo was working one breast with his mouth while he fondled the other. It wasn’t enough, she needed to be filled; she needed to come. Moaning, she begged them to come inside her.

She didn’t care which one it was. Pushing at Karlo’s shoulders, she rolled to the side and another wave of arousal hit her. She didn’t need any more preparation, especially if it meant no orgasms. What she needed, ached to have, was a long hard fuck.

After Karlo and Charl left the bedroom, Marla rolled into the warmth left by his body, her lungs filling with the strong scent held there, and her need grew. Reaching with one hand, she pulled Karlo’s pillow in between her legs and tightened her thighs around it. In her dream world, she was taking her lover between her legs. She still felt empty.

Outside on the porch, the brothers were still trying to come up with a way to tell Marla about themselves without losing her.

“I think we should fly. It will loosen our wings. Then we should remove them and hide them in the shuttle. We have a better chance if we take it step by step. First she accepts both of us and then she accepts us as Nephilim,” said Charl.

The urge to start his mating flight was pushing at him. The mating flight was a dream few Nephilim warriors had achieved in the last thousand years.

“No. It may be harder but we can’t lie to our
Join
,” said Karlo in disagreement. “If we start off with a lie, then she will lose trust in us when she finds out the truth. We cannot allow our fears to decide our actions.”

Karlo paced away from the house, flexing his own wings back and forth. The urge to fly was strong. It was tempered only because Marla wasn’t there.

“I told you about Jake O’Brien, the man who lied and betrayed her. She was thinking of joining with him. When she discovered his lies, she broke off her relationship with him. We can’t do the same thing. I won’t do that to my
Join
,” Karlo stated emphatically.

Charl gave his younger brother a long look. Karlo had changed in the short time he’d been gone. Being separated from his people without a memory of them had allowed his personality to grow stronger. His arguments were sound. His personal knowledge of Marla added weight. Before Karlo would voice his opinion if asked, he wouldn’t make an arbitrary decision on his own. Usually he allowed Charl, as the elder, to lead.

“Karlo, you have more knowledge of Marla than I do. I apologize for mentioning such a dishonorable alternative. You were right to chastise me,” said Charl after thinking it over.

“We are both feeling the pull of the mating fever. You just met Marla; I can understand your need to do anything necessary to keep her. All I can say is that I believe this is meant to be. And since it’s meant to be, we shouldn’t worry. That doesn’t mean everything will proceed smoothly. Marla has a strong personality. I can only promise you that it will be worth it. Our
Join
is perfect.”

Charl acknowledged again how changed his brother was. “I agree she is perfect, perfect for us. We’ve left her alone long enough. I think we should go back inside. Our wings have dried. Perhaps she would be willing to watch us fly?”

“We can at least ask. I don’t see any reason why she wouldn’t want to at least do that. But let me go into the bedroom alone to wake her up. Even with her dreams, she would be embarrassed if you were there and she knew you saw her,” explained Karlo.

“I will wait in the hallway.”

The two brothers turned and went into the house. Neither saw the two men hiding in the trees near the shed
.

*****

Sonny Ray Boyd and his brother, Buddy Joe, had been spending a lot of time sneaking onto this ranch to cause trouble for the woman who lived there. The two of them had left Georgia when they got tired of their daddy pounding on them. The Bible said you had to honor your parents. Since Mama was gone, they both had decided it was easier honoring their father from six or twelve states away.

“Did you see that, Buddy Joe?” Sonny finally stuttered out when they were alone again.

“We’re goin’ to hell, Sonny Ray. We have been makin’ trouble for a woman who knows angels.”

“Ya think it’s like that movie with John Travolta? They here for a reason?” asked Sonny Ray.

“I don’t know. I wonder what the colors on their wings mean, cause they’re real pretty. We’re still goin’ to Hell though, for botherin’ her so much.”

“Well, then we got to make sure they know it wasn’t our fault, the things we did. And then I think we gots to leave town so Mr. O’Brien don’t lead us down to sin no more,” said Sonny Ray.