Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) (14 page)

Buddy Joe nodded his head vigorously. The lessons he’d learned, sitting in church on a Sunday, were being remembered in detail. He didn’t want to be cast down into Hell to be burned in the fires for all eternity.

“Mama wouldn’t want us to go to no Hell. We gotta pray to Mama. Maybe then she can explain to God we didn’t mean no harm, not really. We were just doin’ a job, like the man paid us to do,” said Buddy Joe.

“It wasn’t honest work, Buddy Joe.” Sonny Ray patted his brother on the shoulder to make him feel better. “That’s a good idea, though. But I think those two angels could maybe explain it to God better.”

Buddy Joe was in awe of his older brother. “You’re gonna go and talk to
them
?”

“We have to. But maybe we should wait until the morning,” he added, needing time.

“Yeah, it would be better to wait,” Buddy Joe said. His brother wasn’t the only one who needed to build his courage.

As the two men in the trees thought on their sins, the other two men had sins of their own to contemplate.

*****

Folding their wings against their bodies, Karlo and Charl re-entered the house. Karlo picked up the shotgun on his way inside. Breaking it open, he pulled the ammunition from the barrels and put the gun down just inside the door and the ammunition in the junk drawer in the kitchen. He didn’t want the dog knocking over the gun and setting it off.

Looking around, he realized he hadn’t seen the dog. Usually Rusty was near wherever Marla was. A movement to his left reminded him there were more important things to concentrate on right now. He would look for Rusty later.

When he entered the bedroom, he was hit with the overpowering scent of Marla’s arousal. The bed was a wreck, the blankets and sheets knotted and pushed to the end of the mattress. Marla had removed her sleep-shirt so she was now naked. Her breasts, belly, and legs all showed scratch marks from her nails. All of this Karlo saw in the seconds after he entered the room.

“Charl, something is wrong!” he shouted as he went to the bed and tried to stop her frantic movements. Charl had been standing just outside the door so he rushed in at his brother’s shout.

“Charl, I can’t wake her up,” he said. When he touched her she had latched onto him, winding her body around his while tears ran down her face.

“You’re right, something is wrong. She’s deeper into the bonding than any other I’ve heard of. I’m worried about her not waking up. I’m going to call the Sanctuary. One of our medicals lives there. You need to start the joining, she needs you,” Charl said as he rushed out of the room. He had been so surprised to see his brother he’d left his pack in the truck.

Karlo reached down between Marla’s legs to find her clit. His fingers were sopping immediately. Her inner thighs were so wet the sheet beneath her was soaked. Pinching her clit had no response except for a moan of pain and more tears.

“Empty, please, so empty,” she moaned and that gave Karlo the key he needed to understand what she needed. He used his strength to get her into a position where he could enter her. She had wrapped her legs around one of his and was riding his thigh. He hoped he didn’t leave bruises on her tender skin. When he was finally able to fill her she let out a small sigh before she started rocking her hips. She lifted her legs high, wrapping them around his waist, pushing her heels into his ass, trying to take him deeper.

Charl ran back into the room, his cell phone at his ear. It was the middle of the night but the women’s Sanctuary always had someone awake and available to take calls or handle emergencies.

“They’ve sent someone to wake up Markus. I explained it was a medical emergency and we needed his help,” Charl said to Karlo. He could see that Marla still hadn’t awoken.

Marla moaned but was still sleeping, locked into her joining dream. “Yes, both of you…need to be filled…be joined,” she muttered again even as she ground her pelvis to Karlo’s.

“Where’s Markus?” Karlo asked as he squeezed her tight nipples, which finally sent her over the edge. She didn’t wake though and almost immediately she started rocking her hips again.

Karlo was frantic. Normally his fears would have caused him to lose his erection. The joining chemicals were helping him stay hard for her.

“Markus, thank the Goddess,” Karlo heard Charl say. As he continued to move inside Marla, he also listened to Charl explain to Markus what was happening. The way she was clamping down on him, he wasn’t going to be able to hold off his own orgasm for much longer.

Charl held his cell phone against his chest and turned to where Karlo was doing his best to help Marla. “Is she human or Nephilim?”

“She’s human. The first time she took me in her mouth I almost choked her. Even with no memory, my body wanted me to go deep and she wasn’t able to breathe,” he explained. Charl relayed what they knew and then listened to what Markus had to say.

“Markus thinks she may have inhaled too much of the joining pheromones. The chemicals are meant to be released out of doors and this room is quite small. We need to get her out of this room. We need to release our wings so our backs can heal up and our bodies will stop producing the pheromones.”

“I’m going to need your help. She’s not going to let go of me easily. And she wants you too. She keeps mumbling about needing to be filled and feeling empty or lost,” he said, his voice cracking. He was really worried about Marla.

“Come on, we need to get her away from this room and that bed,” Charl said.

He helped Karlo get up on all fours. Marla still had her legs tight around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. When he stood, she began using her thighs to move herself up and down on his shaft.

They left the bedroom, Karlo still carrying Marla. It was easy because she was so petite. “Why don’t you get some water, we can wash her face. It might help,” said Karlo. As Karlo carried her outside, Charl went to the sink. There was a large bowl sitting on the counter Marla had intended to put a salad in. Since she hadn’t made a full dinner, it was empty. He quickly filled it up and then probably spilled half of it when he rushed outside.

“Hurry, Charl!” Karlo shouted.

Marla’s breathing was becoming labored and he was worried she would start hyperventilating. Charl brought the bowl over and slowly poured the water over Marla’s head and face, using his free hand to wipe around her eyes and nose. She didn’t wake, but she did seem to become a little more alert.

“We need to fly,” said Charl.

“I can’t let go of her and leave her alone lying here in the dirt. She’s very small, with your help I think we can all fly together,” said Karlo.

Charl looked at his brother and understood the trust being given to him. Karlo would be using his wings, and depending on Charl to guide their flight.

“I agree, let me know when you’re ready,” he said, as he flexed his wings in preparation.

Karlo put his left arm around Marla and reached out with his right to his brother’s right arm. Each of them clasped the other inside the forearm just inside the elbow. Counting off, they leapt into the air, rising as high as they could before they began the mating flight and discovered a long lost secret about their people.

Flying while holding Marla made each movement perfect; she was the missing element. As they flew, she began to respond. Charl’s body was tight against her back, his groin and growing erection nestled against her ass. She was so wet he was soon soaked in her juices, right through his jeans.

“Charl, can you feel it?” Karlo was in awe. “She needs more, this will work. Somehow I know this was meant to be.”

Charl used his left hand to unzip; his loose jeans fell down his legs and fluttered into the dark. Once again using his left hand, coating his cock in her juices before he guided himself to her back entrance. Widening his legs behind hers, he slowly filled her. Both men continued to beat their wings, each beat working in counterpoint to their thrusts. The joining flight was exactly that.

The mating flight was a series of swoops and dives, which was ingrained as part of their DNA, each male making the same movements. Their bodies knew exactly what to do. As they swung through the sky, the motions that were ingrained in them from a past so distant, no one understood them, suddenly became clear.

The air was cold; April in Colorado was still more like winter than spring. Held between their two bodies, Marla didn’t feel the cold as much as she might have. Still, she didn’t wake up. In her mind, she was still in the bed in the meadow. Her pleas had been answered. Karlo and Charl had filled her up and were thrusting in counterpoint to each other. Then her dream took one of those bizarre turns dreams often did. The three of them were having some of the best sex she’d ever experienced when suddenly they floated up into the air.

They were fucking and flying at the same time. Storm clouds were moving in and her sunny day was turning to night. She was ready to wake up and knew she would soon. First though, she needed to come.

“Need to come,” she begged, not realizing she’d spoken out loud. “More
—
give me more. Please,” she said.

They were reaching the end of their flight. At the same time they were reaching the culmination of their joining. They were climbing higher and higher into the sky. As the thrusts of their hips increased, so did the beating of their wings. As they hit their peak, they folded their wings, plummeting to the ground as their joint orgasms rolled over and through all three of them.

The ground was approaching fast. Within about fifty feet of the ground, the two men unfurled and spread their wings to glide the rest of the way down. The suddenness of the shift in speed was felt by both men as their wings began to pull loose. Charl’s body disengaged and swung away to fly side by side with Karlo. They landed just in time, before the wings lost their strength. It was a good thing, because Marla was finally waking up.

She was disoriented and really cold. “Karlo? I’m cold, pull up the blankets,” she said, blinking her eyes before she looked around.

They were out in the country, far from town and the local highway wasn’t lit. The stars filled the night sky, the only light coming from the open door of the house.

“Oh, my head is spinning,” she groaned, lifting a hand to her head.

“Marla, you’re awake. Thank the Goddess,” Karlo swore. He took her mouth in a deep kiss.

She flexed her legs and felt Karlo harden within her again. “This is a dream, isn’t it?”

“No, love, this is real. Let’s go inside and we’ll explain.”

“We?” she asked in a sharp voice as she tried to look around, but it was very dark.

“Charl and I will explain,” said Karlo as he started toward the house, following Charl.

“I’m naked! Why are we outside naked? Was the bed in the pasture? Are those wings?”

She would have asked more questions, but her teeth started chattering and her body started shivering.

“We’ll answer all your questions inside. I need to warm you up, love,” said Karlo just before they stepped inside.

He took her into the living room because the bedroom downstairs was off limits. Until her questions were answered, he didn’t want to presume by taking her to her bedroom upstairs. Besides, they needed to remove their wings so their backs would seal. He didn’t want to release any joining pheromones in her bedroom.

As they approached the couch, Marla was looking around. Her head was still spinning and questions were bubbling up inside her. She was having difficulty separating dreams from reality.
This had to be a dream, right? People didn’t walk around with wings sprouting from their backs
. Of course, in her dream they didn’t have normal white angel wings. No, she had dreamed up colorful parrot wings for her guys. She didn’t see Charl.

“Come on, honey, I want to put you down on the couch so I can wrap you up in the afghan blanket. Charl is in the kitchen right now, but he’ll be here in a minute.”

That was all Marla needed to let go, and Karlo lifted her up and then laid her down. She got a good look at him in the light of the living room. She was still feeling a little foggy and her body would shake every so often from the cold.

“Are you sure I’m awake? You have wings. How can you have wings?” she asked.

Charl came into the room. He’d actually pulled some towels from the bathroom; one was around his hips, another he handed over for Karlo to put on, and several to help keep Marla warm. He didn’t want to bring any of the blankets from the bedroom because they were saturated with joining pheromones. The last thing they wanted was to have Marla fall asleep again. They couldn’t make another flight.

“Before we start explaining, Charl and I need to remove our wings. The openings in our skin are releasing a potent mix of pheromones and the medical we checked with says they may harm you if you are exposed to them for too long. It’s why we took you outside; you wouldn’t wake up. It really scared me, Marla,” Karlo said to her.

Before she could answer him, Charl bent down and kissed her lips before tucking the towels around her. Marla drew her head back quickly but he had already moved away from her face. Karlo grabbed a couple of coats from the hall closet, which he tucked around Marla to help her get warm.

“Here you go, beautiful, this should help warm you. I’ll start a fire in the fireplace in just a minute. Can I get you anything else?” Karlo asked her anxiously.