Fallen Angel Reclaimed: The Complete Series by Lacey Carter Andersen

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Surcy stretchedout her arms and legs, feeling the sun on her face and the wind in her hair. Her hands reached out further and further. For one glorious moment, she felt like she was flying. She even imagined her wings stretching out behind her. And it was… beautiful. Perfect.

But those aren’t my wings. Just hard concrete.

Her eyes opened, and she felt the building beneath her back. Of course she wasn’t flying. She was an angel with no wings.

Tears tracked down her cheeks. Lying on the roof was the closest that she came to feeling like an angel again. And it was just pathetic.

Why can’t I stop? Why can’t I just accept that I’ll never be the same again?

A tingle ran down her spine. Her gaze moved and connected with Tristan’s. He sat on the edge of their home like he was truly a gargoyle, made of stone, even in his human form. His mismatched eyes held a wealth of emotion for one painful moment, before he closed them. When he opened them once more, he was devoid of all emotion.

Gargoyles are far too good at hiding the way they feel.

And too quiet.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, wiping away her tears.

He rose out of his crouch, still standing on the edge of the building. In the early morning sun, he was like a god. He was tall and muscular, huge in a way that only a gargoyle or a demon could be. His long dark hair hung loosely around his shoulders, and his stance was that of a protector.

A quiver ran through her body. She wanted this man, even though he was a demon. And yet, neither Tristan nor Mark would touch her yet. She wasn’t sure if they were waiting to see if her memories would return, or if they were still worried that she was too fragile, but it drove her mad.

He leapt down from the edge of the building and came close to her, until his shadow blocked out the sun. “If you would like, I can take you flying.”

His words hurt something deep inside her. She didn’t want him to take her into the sky. She wanted her own wings.

“No, thanks.”

He cocked his head. “You miss it. You lay up here each morning pretending to fly. Why not let me help?”

It took her a second to answer. “It’s not the same.”

He nodded, then knelt down beside her. “What can I do for you?”

Her throat went dry. When she and Daniel fucked, she felt… alive for a little while, but the feeling didn’t last. She didn’t understand why. He’d told her that it had changed her in some profound way before, and she wanted that now more than anything. If she couldn’t be an angel, she needed to be human again. Something real.

Leaning up, she ran her fingers through his hair.

His eyes widened, and he stood frozen while she touched him. His hair. His jaw. At last, she pulled him slowly down to her and kissed him.

He groaned, and suddenly, he was kissing her back, desperately, his mouth hard and confident.

When she parted her lips, he rose over her and lay down on top of her. Then, his tongue moved into her mouth.

She moaned, rubbing herself against his hard erection.

He broke their kiss.

She stared up at him, panting. “Please?”

His eyes closed, his jaw locked. “Surcy…”

She slid her hands under his shirt, stroking the hard muscles of his stomach. Then, trailing her hands down, she gripped his cock through his pants.

His eyes flashed open. “Do you love me?”

She tensed.

“Do you?” he asked again.

Her heart hammered. “Tristan, I—“

“You still don’t remember me. You still don’t care for me like that.”

Her hand dropped. “Can’t we just pretend for a little while?”

“You might be able to, but I can’t.” The misery in his gaze was heart wrenching.

“I want to remember. You know that, right?”

He nodded, then rolled off of her.

Standing, he turned his strong back to her, hands clenched.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

She wasn’t sure he’d heard her when his gruff voice came. “Mark wants to talk to us.”

“Okay.”

The gargoyle moved to the edge of the building and leapt off, drifting above the tall trees that surrounded their home. She stared after him, hating the emotions coursing through her. There was nothing she could do to right things between them. It seemed they were tortured both by her touch and by her lack of touch.

So, I guess we’ll just keep pretending.

Rising, she hurried down the stairs that led to the rooftop and walked down the long hallway that had doors leading to each of their rooms. At the end of it, she stepped out into the large living room. Her gaze immediately went to the back wall of massive glass doors and the incredible garden Mark had planted around their home. It grew wild and beautiful, transforming the simple room into something extraordinary.

When she was alone, the view was almost soothing. But in moments like this, it was like something incredible… that she wasn’t a part of.

But apparently I helped plant it. If only I remembered.She turned her gaze away from it, hating how everything seemed to be triggering her sadness.

I need to snap out of this!

A movement drew her gaze. Mark sat quietly on the couch in the living room, and her heart clenched. He must have been using the God Finder again. The circles under his eyes were darker than ever, and he looked pale.

For a moment, she stood in the doorway, her gaze transfixed by him. Mark was a good-looking man. He wasn’t as broad as Tristan, but he was taller, with tight muscles that bulged beneath his collared shirts.

When he turned to her, his mouth twisted into a tired smile. “Did you sleep well?”

She’d been having nightmares about Caine lately, but when she woke up, they slipped away like shadows.

“About the same,” she said, walking across the room and sitting in the overly-large chair near the cold fireplace.

“I’ll make you some tea tonight.”

She smiled. “Maybe you need to make some tea for yourself too.”

He winced. “Do I look that bad?”

“Never,” she laughed. “But you do look like you need a good night’s sleep.”

He stroked the chain on his ancient necklace, The God Finder, and looked troubled. “I couldn’t sleep until I knew for sure… and now I do.”

“Knew?” she asked, sitting up straighter. Has he discovered another Immortal?

“Morning!”

Every muscle in her body tensed. Turning, she tried not to stare at Daniel, but he looked so damn good. His normally perfectly styled blond hair was still messy from sleep, and all he wore was a pair of dark boxers.

Her mouth watered. It’d been a couple days since she’d touched him last. If Mark wasn’t in the room, she wouldn’t have been able to control herself. Her hands twitched, wanting to touch his massive biceps, wanting to lick her way down his chest and belly.

“You look hungry,” he told her, and she didn’t miss the sexual innuendo behind his words. “How about we all sit at the table and have some coffee?”

Mark rubbed his face. “I could actually use some coffee.”

She and Mark moved to the little table, and Daniel poured them all a cup of coffee, and an additional one in front of Tristan’s spot.

Then, Daniel scooted his chair closer to her, smirked, and sipped his coffee. She and Mark added lots of cream and sugar, and then they were all drinking their coffee in silence.

“So, you said there was something you wanted to talk about,” Daniel hedged, looking at the other demon.

Mark nodded, looking more tired by the minute. “But I wanted to wait for Tristan.”

As if on cue, the gargoyle landed on the deck just outside the massive glass doors He folded his grey wings onto his back, before shifting. His wings disappeared, and his stone-colored skin turned to a human tan color in an instant. Then, he opened the doors and strode in. Without looking at her, he crossed the room and sat at the table beside them.

She took another sip of her coffee, waiting for whatever Mark had to say, when she felt Daniel’s hand on her thigh. Tensing, it took all her effort to swallow the liquid in her mouth.

Daniel’s hands stroked the sensitive skin of her thigh, just below her small pajama shorts. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her core heated up. She wanted his touch more than anything in this world. But at breakfast? In front of the others?

We couldn’t.Could we?

His fingers slipped beneath her shorts and into her underwear.

She was breathing hard as he stroked her mound, not yet entering her.

“I found another Immortal,” Mark said.

Her gaze snapped to him, but she was intimately aware of the fire mage’s fingers stroking her slowly.

“Where?” Tristan asked.

“I can’t say for sure, but I know enough to be able to show Surcy where to go.”

Daniel parted her folds and started to stroke her there, sliding along her wet body. He avoided her clit, just circled and circled it, driving her wild. She spread her legs wider and set her coffee down, gripping the edge of the table.

“Do we know what kind of Immortal it is?” Daniel asked, and she hated how normal he sounded.

She could barely hear Mark’s response over her panting. “Some kind of shifter god. The images that keep flashing in my mind don’t… they don’t make sense, but I’m thinking I might understand them when we get there.”

Daniel ran a soft finger over her clit, and she bit down a moan. Then, his finger continued on, sliding into her.

She was going to lose her mind. She wanted to buck against him. To ride him. But she knew Mark and Tristan couldn’t find out what they were doing. If they did, all hell would break loose.

“So what’s the plan?” Daniel asked, and she swore there was a husky quality to his voice.

She bit down on a string of curses when he added a second finger to the first and began to slowly plunge in and out of her. Every muscle in her body twitched and squeezed, needing more. Needing release.

Mark adjusted his glasses and drained the rest of his coffee, before setting it down. “I need Tristan’s help with a few things, but then we should teleport right there. Maybe this afternoon?”

She nodded, swallowing down her building desire. “Sounds like… a plan.”

Daniel pulled his fingers free, then squeezed her clit while she dug her nails into the edge of the table. “Surcy and I will get ready then.”

Mark nodded and rose.

Daniel put her underwear back into place and finished his coffee.

She stayed sitting, her legs trembling. She waited until Mark and Tristan left through the front door before she was able to breathe.

With Mark and Tristan gone, she turned to Daniel. “That was a dick move.”

In response, he stood, his massive erection right in front of her face. “Want to even the score?”

Damn it. She should tell him no, but she was already reaching for him. Stroking his head through his dark boxers, she loved that precum already coated the material. Pushing the boxers to the side, she pulled him out of one side and leaned forward, taking his tip into her mouth.

His hand dug into the back of her hair and he pulled her onto her knees, forcing himself deeper. Her arousal roared like a fire as he began to fuck her mouth like a man desperate for release.

When he looked on the edge of exploding, he froze, his eyes opening. “You feel so fucking good, you know that?”

Reaching out, he tugged down her shirt. Her braless breasts came out of the top of her tanktop and he swore, pinching the tips. She gasped, and he shoved his dick deeper into her mouth. She gagged around him, and his grip on her nipples grew harder.

“You like it when I fuck you like this don’t you?”

She nodded.

“You like taking my cock deep?” He pulled himself out of her mouth.

It took her a second to answer. “Yes.”

He took his shaft and moved it between her breasts, grasping her mounds and pulling them around him. “You want me to fuck your breasts?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“I want you to touch yourself when I do it.”

She nodded, sliding one hand into her underwear. She wasn’t surprised to find herself wet, and sensitive, every stroke of her fingers sent desire shooting through her.

And all the while, he slammed his cock between her breasts like a declaration.

“I own you,” he groaned. “Say it.”

“You own me,” she panted.

“Open your mouth.”

She did. Every time he slid between her breasts, his tip entered her mouth. She stroked herself harder and harder, aching for release. Aching for him inside of her.

At last, he pulled back. Grabbing her arm, he yanked her into the kitchen. Pushing her over the counter, he tore her shorts and underwear off.

“Spread your legs.”

She did.

He gripped her thighs and eased into her wet body from behind.

“Stroke your clit,” he ordered.

She reached down and began to stroke herself, even though her muscles were twitching, as if overloaded.

His big cock pushed further, deeper, and she gasped. He was so big. But from behind… he was massive, filling her in a way that was almost painful.

When he came to his hilt, he kissed her back, and then, pulled out, before slamming back in. He rode her like a wild man while she chanted his name. His shaft sent her inner muscles tensing, squeezing, and the feeling was indescribable.

When she began to grind against her fingers and bounce against his dick, her orgasm came like a wave, and she couldn’t stop. It felt so good. Too damn good.

Her vision went white, and she kept screaming his name, squeezing him as she rode the waves of her pleasure.

When he finally came, shouting her name, she swore his warm cum sent her over the edge once more. After several long moments of him plunging in and out, and her riding him like a wild animal, stretched beyond comfort, he fell on top of her.

For a long time, they stayed like that, with him still buried inside of her, breathing hard.

When he pulled out, he gave her ass a slap, and said. “You are one amazing lay. Now, better shower and get dressed.”

He turned and walked away.

She rose up onto her elbows and watched him as he grabbed his boxers and disappeared into his room. She’d wanted this to be about just sex, and nothing else. She’d wanted a way to feel more human without involving feelings, and Daniel had given her exactly that.

So why did her stomach twist as she watched him walk away? Why did she feel alone as she gathered her clothes and went to her room?

This was what she wanted… right?