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The witch was hot, he had to hand it to her. Of course, Sammael hadn’t come into the house knowing that he’d fuck her, but now it was a distinct possibility. He’d felt her pain lace through the air as Karsten told her about his mate. The poor thing hurt so much that he could taste it on the air. He didn’t reckon it would be sinful to console her, to give her body what it had thought it would get from the Unicorn. Consoling her here on the table wouldn’t be very sinful either, just would prove good planning. If anything, it was the Unicorn’s fault for hurting the poor lamb’s feelings.

The trick would be to get her to consent. Karsten had mentioned she might have an aversion to his nature, although he’d sensed none. Most likely, she was one of those types who always proclaimed themselves pure but deep down just never had the courage to try it nasty. Not that he could force her because he knew she’d enjoy it eventually. He knew how far he could push the game. His mind was constantly on that fence, at least until he could find something that would please Lucifer enough to not want him next to Belial screaming for eternity.

He waited until Karsten was in his room for the night before turning and smiling at Bianca, who had her back to him. The unsettling thing was the Angels’ tears she had. Why anyone would keep such an unsettling item in the house was beyond him. But for a witch, he supposed, it wasn’t all that unusual as Angels’ tears were very rare. It was the opal as well that interested him. Why would she keep one so large? On the table alone was enough to kill most of the Fallen in Hell, or at least seriously mess their day up.

He hadn’t been entirely honest about the true strength of the tears, one doesn’t exactly go about giving people all the ingredients to kill them. The blade would kill Nybras, but not him. The vial of tears would destroy him instantly. It was odd for an immortal that close to true death. It was very surreal to, after so long, come across something so small that would end everything. It wasn’t a very good feeling.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he said to the witch who was staring out the door that Karsten had left through.

She turned to him, her eyes a little shiny, and smiled. “Me? Nothing much. Just kinda saying goodbye to a good time. And yes, before you ask, I will be okay. He was never truly mine to begin with. Thought I should have known he wasn’t joking when he told me on the phone.” She sighed.

He nodded, trying to put himself in her position and failing. He’d never been that close to anyone. The humans’ ability to love and to hurt was well known, but the Fallen and the Angels could love greatly, too. Lucifer himself, his great love was humanity. Sammael had just never seen the point. Love never worked out. He decided to forgo his normal response of, “That’s what you get for caring,” and shrugged. “Sounds like you need to find yourself some more good times.”

She laughed. “You offering?” She poured herself a glass of wine, grabbed a strawberry off the plate, and put it to her lips in a very seductive manner.

Smiling, he lifted his empty glass and walked over to her. Sitting next to her, he filled it. “Me? Surely you wouldn’t take me up on my offer.” He let his heated gaze wander over her knowing full well she would. “You don’t look very…corruptible.” Lowering his lips to the glass, he grinned.

“Well, I don’t make a habit of taking a tumble with Fallen, Sammael,” she said. “Does Karsten know full well what you are?”

He met her eyes, a touch of wickedness flooding into his features. “Do you?” he purred. Setting his glass aside, he lifted a strawberry and held it to her mouth.

She bit into the tender flesh and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor. “I do. And I also know that you have just enough light in you that my goddess wasn’t offended when you entered the house. So as long as you’re not here to hurt me or mine, and trust me, I still count Karsten as mine, we are cool.”

He looked at her seriously, slightly concerned about this light side both she and Karsten were talking about. “If I kill the Unicorn, I go straight to Hell. I don’t plan on living there any time soon. I’m not a fan of the place.”

“Then why did you Fall? From what I hear, On High isn’t such a swell place either, but at least it isn’t run by a lunatic.”

He chuckled despite the uneasy feeling that talking about the Fall always brought him. “What makes you so sure it isn’t?”

“On High? Darling, I’m an acolyte of a goddess of another pantheon. Those On High that I have met tend to be priggish and snotty. But that’s not the question. Why did you Fall?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Because things weren’t always so black and white. Because Lucifer was a friend. Because God was in the wrong. Because On High needed a Fallen soldier to kill for them. Because I just wasn’t Angel material.” He chuckled running his fingertips lightly over her bare shoulder. “Because lust is a sin.”

She shivered under his touch and looked at him, her bottom lip glistening. “Yet another reason why I don’t like the Christian faith. Not that it matters.”

“I don’t recommend any faith, other than having faith in yourself. There were many reasons I Fell, but I’ve never regretted my decision. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He grinned savagely, lifting her and setting her on his knee. “So what about you? An acolyte? How have you managed that at such a young age?” He kissed her shoulder tenderly.

She shivered and shrugged. “I’m not that young, Sam. My younger cousin is clan priestess. Even after she went rogue, she was invited back into the fold.”

He nipped the skin on her shoulder, and she felt his tongue flit out to soothe the reddened flesh. “Did I ask about her, love?”

“No you didn’t. But it is part of my story. I’m second in Ishtar’s eyes, though she remains loyal to my cousin for some reason or another. I’m an acolyte because I’m powerful enough to be.” She leaned into him. “You’re going to seduce me, aren’t you?”

Of course I am, he thought with a smirk. “Do you want me to?”

“If I said no, I would be lying, and I don’t lie.”

“Well, that is good news.” He kissed her soft skin, and she felt his fingers edge under her top. “So carry on. Why doesn’t she favor you?”

“My bloodline isn’t as strong as my cousin’s. So I have power, and the will to use it, even the Goddess’s ear, but no standing with her. She protects me because of my purity.”

“That doesn’t sound very fair.” He worked farther up brushing the edge of her lace bra.

She arched under his hands and whimpered in a small voice. “Life isn’t fair, is it? And why are you asking, you don’t really care.”

“I don’t, but I don’t think you’re ready for my version of small talk just yet.” His hands finally moved under her bra.

She smirked and reached between her breasts through the opening of her v-neck blouse and undid the clasp of her bra. “Try me.”

Growling, he hooked her leg over him, pulling her flush against his straining erection. She felt his lips moved to her ear then he kissed and suckled down her neck. “What about all that purity? You’d give it all to me for the night?” He stopped and sucked hard on the mound of flesh above her breast. “And it would be just the night, wouldn’t it?” He pulled her v-neck down to expose her large, round breasts.

She moaned. “Being a good girl has gotten me nowhere. I think it’s high time I indulged.” She moaned and her right hand buried in his curls. “Blessed night that feels good.”

“Just what I wanted to hear.” He sucked a rock hard nipple into his mouth. “Tell me what you want me to do?”

She wiggled on his lap and closed her eyes. Her breath hitched. “Anything, as long as I like it. Something tells me you’re a wild ride.”

“Just something?” He smirked up at her. “Well, you’re the one wanting a walk on the wild side. Unless, you’re giving a Fallen carte blanche over your body.” He nipped hard as his hands set about releasing her of her skirt.

She looked down into his eyes and licked her lips. “If I’m going to go, I might as well go all the way, don’t you think?” Bianca wiggled and set her hands to work on his shirt.

He ripped off her skirt and threw it into the corner. “There’s always the chance I’ll stop by next time I’m in France.” He toyed around the edges of her panties. They matched her bra, a nice respectable set. They had obviously never been worn to tease, but he liked that. She was as innocent as she could be. Purity begs to be spoiled. He smirked at her thinking how true that saying was.

“Something tells me I wouldn’t throw you out of bed for eating crackers, Sam. We have tonight, don’t we?”

“We do, but there’s just one thing that’s been bothering me.” He ground himself into her, which drew a sweet gasp. “Well, two things, but we’ll take care of him in a moment.”

“Um, what’s the other, and if you do that again, I’m really going to soak my panties.”

He groaned and ground harder. “Little tease. I can’t figure out why you’d keep so much Angels’ tears and the opal. Why? Surely not luck.”

She moaned. “The opal has been in the family for years. My great-great-grandmum had it in a pendant that she wore for the goddess long ago when she was high priestess.” She shuddered a little, her breathing becoming labored.

He moved his attention back to her breasts, sucking and nibbling them. “And the tears?”

She cried out, biting her bottom lip and sobbing. Her hands went to his shoulders, then his chest, abs, then belt, and she nimbly fingered the leather, as if unsure how to open it. “The tears were a gift from my mother a week before she died. I don’t know why we have them. Please. Please.”

He considered her answer for as long as his body would allow with her thumbing his belt. “Fair enough.” He kicked his shoes off, lifted her, and settled her on the table in front of him. He fell to his knees and spread her thighs wide. Rolling his eyes up to meet hers, he licked his lips inches away from her moist panties. “You smell like heaven, so pure and untainted. I wonder what you taste like come morning.”

The whimper that left her body echoed off the walls in the library, and she looked down at him with delicate heat in her eyes, her breathing coming in shallow, short little breaths. “You’ll let me know, won’t you?” she said, her voice heavy and thick with passion.

“Oh, you can count on it.” He turned his attention to the sight in front of him, her delicate little panties with a tiny frilled edge. Innocence spoiled. He rarely fell to his knees for any woman, but this was different. If he wanted to train a new whore, he had to show her the full extent of what she could have. That and he loved it when a woman pulled on his hair. He loved the small moans a woman made when she tasted herself on him, knowing what it was but unable to have any other reaction. Some things were just too fucking hot to pass up on the point of pride, and this wasn’t about dominance. He already knew who was more dominant of the two.

He laid a gentle kiss over the damp material, breathing her in. She squirmed and leaned back on the table. The tomes and grimoires propped her up at an odd angle, her body displayed before him. She wiggled out of her shirt and bra and, except for the panties, she was lying completely nude for him. Her back rested on the warm leather of the hardbound books that littered the table.

He wondered briefly just how much he was going to pay at the end of the month in his sin statement, but seeing her lying surrounded by God’s words and Angels’ handwriting, he just didn’t care. He prodded her with his tongue, drawing it slowly over the soft material, learning her curves before he saw them. She was getting wetter by the second, soaking right through for him and he loved it. He flicked around her clit, making her squirm more. “How many blasphemous terms do you think you can come up with?” he asked as his hands crept under the satin.

She moaned and arched again. Her mouth worked but no words came out, only a quiet purr. Her hands went to her stomach and slowly moved up to cup her breasts. With her eyes closed and her head back, her body begged him with all it had.

She would make quite the whore, he mused looking up at her. “That’s it sweet, touch yourself.” He trailed off as he ripped off her underwear and slipped his tongue into her. She tasted amazing, like blood and holy water, the two purest of things, not that he’d ever tell her that. He pushed into her, covering his mouth and chin with her juices for her to lap off him later.

Bianca moaned and panted, her body stuck in the angle it was in, among the books. “Sweet night you’re a sin!” she sobbed. Her hands went to her nipples, lightly rubbing up and then down towards her belly. She dug her fingers into his hair, trying to hold him there. “Goddess take me! Don’t you fucking stop!”

He growled, pulling her closer to him, delving his tongue deep inside of her. There was nothing sexier than a woman pulling his hair. Oh, how he loved that. He hadn’t even gotten his cock out yet and she was screaming for him. She would indeed make a good addition to his list of whores. He slipped his tongue out of her and moved up to run it around her clit, not quite making contact, but being close enough to make her gasp. Her grip on his hair tightened, making him growl a loud, deep vibrating growl. He thrust his tongue back into her, eating at her again.

She shouted his name, it in itself a curse to the heavens, and the room shook with the force of it. She tugged at his hair, trying to get him to the place where she truly burned for him. The sounds coming from her were mewling whimpers when she breathed. “Anything…please…” she begged.

He chuckled, knowing he had her. Not that he hadn’t had her from the beginning. Her moans and pleas were intoxicating to him, as were the not-so-gentle tugs on his hair. She’d do anything for him at this moment, anything to let her body run its course and give her the first orgasm, anything to never stop, anything to give her just what she’d always wanted and needed. His cock throbbed, begging to join in the fun. He was a sick fuck, and he knew it, but he couldn’t keep on ignoring those pleas no matter how much he got off on the control. He let her hands move him to where she so desired. Taking her clit roughly into his mouth, he swirled it around with his tongue, sucking on it just enough.

“Sam!” she screamed and shuddered, coming hard into his mouth. Her hands roughly ripped at his hair. Her panting and shaking moved the large table. Her thighs clamped around his head, and she arched again, the orgasm riding out as she eased up on the vice grip that were her legs. “Mother Night, you’re fantastic,” she whispered when her panting subsided enough to let her speak.

He chuckled. His whole body shook with need, it didn’t like being denied this long. He parted her legs and stood in front of her. Never one to rush, he enjoyed the testing strain on his body, always wanting to see how far he could push himself. He slowly unfastened his belt, kicking his jeans off until he stood in front of her naked, his erection riding high. Wearing nothing but a smirk, he watched her eyes greedily assess him.

She licked her lips and shivered. Her nipples puckering as if a frigid blast of air ghosted through, and she purred. “Please. I need to feel you.”

“Of course, you do, sweet.” He moved into her grabbing her ass and edging her forward a few inches placing his tip at her tight opening. Lowering his mouth to her, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her at the same time as he did his cock. He growled into her mouth. She was so fucking tight. She moaned into him, able to taste herself as he kissed her. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, and her arms went to his sides, her nails scratching down his waist.

He groaned at the pain. Fuck how he loved that. He cupped her at the little indent where her ass cheeks met the tops of her thighs, spreading her open wider for him. Gaining deeper access, he thrust purposefully into her, swinging his hips up into her in deep long strokes.

Her body shuddered and arched for him, her mouth glistening with the remnants of the kiss. Her eyes were closed, and her hands went back to her breasts, this time pinching her nipples hard, biting her bottom lip as she did. “So close…So close…”

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hissed in her ear. Every thrust became harder and faster. “Self gratification.” He bit down on her ear before sucking one of her pert nipples into his mouth. “I want to see you strumming on that perfect clit of yours,” he told her, biting her nipple hard and drawing a little blood, which he gladly drank down, suckling it from her.

Being treated as such agreed with her as she moaned and licked her lips, her right hand going to her mouth and then to his. She slipped two fingers inside, wetting them, then trailed her hand down her body, her wet fingers finding their mark. She stroked in time with his thrusts, moaning his name as she came for him, her left hand shooting up to her own hair.

His body worked of its own accord, pumping furiously as he felt her body twitch. He moved from her nipple into a deep kiss as he followed her over the brink. He wrapped his hand in her thick dark hair, pulling her head back as he emptied deep inside of her. He lay on her for a moment, waiting for the haze to subside before standing and pulling out of her.

Sam watched with something like glee as their juices poured out of her and pooled on the table before he turned to her and motioned. “Now that wasn’t a bad start.” He smiled as he sat back on the chair, his legs not quite able to support him. “Now on your knees and clean me up, love. I want you to know how I taste now.”

Flush with the afterglow of a mind-numbing orgasm, she shook as she moved, almost slipping off the table, onto her knees, looking reverently up at him. Her small hand went around his base as she moved toward him with her mouth, slipping him in and licking and sucking as she did, moaning all the while. He was soon at the back of her throat, and going further very easily. The woman was able to deep throat like no other he had ever encountered.

“Oh fuck yes!” He panted, wrapping her hair around his hands and pushing her further down with ease. “You’re a fucking natural. Fuck knows why you’ve been wasting yourself away, witch.” He let her play for a few moments more before pulling her off him using her hair and sitting her back on his lap. He kissed her deeply, tasting both of them with a groan of pleasure. “Oh hell, you’re tasting better and better.” He smirked proudly. “Just wait and see where we have you by morning,” he whispered in her ear.

-End of Snippet-

After a horrible ordeal and lengthy captivity, Illori Swain is resigned to wither her life away in loneliness. Then she meets Karsten Morris, a male unicorn she has been searching for, the other half of her soul.

A man of worth and a stallion of breeding, Karsten Morris sees Illori as his salvation, the love he’s searched for all his life. The luck and light that rule their existence finally bring them together, but everything worthwhile is tested, and fate isn’t against making the good suffer.

After escaping her captivity, free from the bonds of hell that held her, Illori is now hunted by two of Hell’s minions.

One, Sammael, a fallen angel with one foot in Heaven, is set on the scent by Lucifer himself. The other, Nybras, is a devil vying for Sammael’s job. Nybras will stop at nothing to get what he thinks he deserves.

When the devil cheats to gain his prize, Sammael must join forces with Karsten to save the mare Illori to make sure the balance of the verses are not compromised.

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