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I pride myself in my restraint as I climb up the bed and hover over her, wanting to imprint this moment in my mind. "I need you too, Angel." I reach down and line up our bodies together and thrust into her slowly, watching her reaction as her pussy swallows me. "Fuck, you're so tight." I grit out as she opens up for me, blossoming like a flower, taking all of me until my hips touch hers. “You’re my world, Angel,” I say in awe, wondering how I ever thought I could keep my distance from this woman. Covering her with my body, I brace myself with my arm on either side of her head as I pull out, leaving only the tip of my cock in the entrance of her pussy.

"You are mine, Esme. You may be Tethered to Micah, you might not be able to choose, and you know what? It doesn't matter. From this day forward, this pussy, your heart, all of you, is mine." I thrust all the way inside her with a snap of my hips and my mouth collides with hers, swallowing her wails as I lose myself in my Mate, thrusting deeply in and out, over and over again. Our combined moans of pleasure fill the room and bounce off the walls and I want to tilt my head back and howl in response.

"Mine!"I growl against her lips and my Wolf recedes, sated, pleased.

Esme rips her mouth away from mine. "Yes, Sam, I am yours. All yours. " She sobs, tears run down the side of her face as her arms wrap around my neck as I fuck her into the bed. "Oh God, Sam," she cries as I feel her walls squeezing me tighter.

I lean back on my haunches and pull her up with me, my cock sinking deeper inside her as I grind my hips to slow my impeding orgasm to savor her, to feel every inch of her glorious body. I taste her tears on her face first, then her sweat on my tongue as I lick her neck, the swell of her breast, zeroing in on the perfect spot to bite her as my teeth begin to ache with the need to leave my mark.

"Esme." I pant with each thrust, her body melts around me, draping herself over me, we cling to each other as if our lives depend on it. "I am going to bite you, baby. I need to bite you, but I want you to do the same," I tell her as I struggle to maintain control, holding myself back until she replies.

"Do it," she says boldly as her head falls forward and rests on my shoulder. I can feel how close we both are to cumming. I slide my hand down between us and find her clit, pressing down and circling it hard with my fingers. Esme shudders against me as her body jerks, her voice weak and hoarse as she falls apart for me. I pick up my pace, stroking long and deep until my own orgasm hits me like a lightning strike to the chest. My canines elongate and I strike, biting her right where her neck meets her shoulder.

“Sam!” Esme shouts once more before I feel the sting of her teeth press down hard against the right side of my chest. The rush of blood in my mouth and the combination of her teeth on me sends me spiraling. Starlight dances behind my closed eyes as the bond between us weaves together with an unbreakable thread forming between us. Gold. Pure. Solid. I feel her, all of her, lust, fear, exhaustion, every single emotion hits me deep in my heart.

I open my eyes to look at my Mate, but I see nothing but darkness around me. I gasp as my soul feels as if it’s been snatched from my body. I am sent soaring somewhere far away. I glide through the air effortlessly, with only the night sky and the stars to accompany me.

I wonder if this is the effect of our powers joining as one. I free fall until my feet touch down onto a cliff near a roaring waterfall.

Robed figures stand silently all around me, unseeing. I step closer, feeling the cold water and the slippery stones underneath my feet as I take in the hundreds of people with their heads tipped toward something up ahead.

Where the hell am I? Nothing about these surroundings is familiar to me. The trees, the cliffs, even the sky is foreign to my Wolf. I know this is a vision, I remember my teachings with Professor Adder, so I go with it.

Walking amongst the crowd of hooded individuals until I reach the front, I look up at the sight of a woman, standing tall and proud amongst what I can only assume are worshippers. Her long blue robes hide everything from view except her hands that are outstretched toward the sky in supplication.

“Goddess of the night, keeper of the flame, guardian of the mountain. Hear us!” Her voice is commanding, crisp, clear, familiar. . .

They all begin to chant. The atmosphere itself begins to close in all around us. The darkness is broken by light from candles that some of the people are holding. The chant becomes more fervent, rising higher until the moon itself seems to rise up like it’s answering their call, a beacon behind a mountainous landscape painting the high peaks in glowing blue light. I’ve never seen the moon look like this before and my Wolf stirs in curiosity as the silhouette of the woman standing above us demands my attention. I stare transfixed at the woman who’s leading the worship until her hood falls back and the moonlight illuminates her face; it’s my Angel looking down at me.

“Sam,” Esme calls my name, and my eyes open wide in shock. I blink rapidly, both startled and disorientated as the room comes back into focus. Her eyes narrow with concern as she holds my head between her hands, searching my eyes for secrets I don’t have the words to reveal. Her hair forms a silver curtain around us, blocking out everything but us. Right now, right here, it’s just my Mate and her beautiful, worried face.

“What did you see? Tell me what you saw.” She sighs. “This happened to Micah as well. I can feel your fear, Sam,” she says with urgency, and I try recall what I witnessed mere seconds ago.

“I saw you, standing at the top of a waterfall—” I try to remember more but all I can grab hold of is the last moment. “You saw me, you saw me, and you smiled,” I reply as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into my arms. It was just a smile, but the memory sends a chill down my spine.

We stay like this, wrapped in each other’s arms, until Esme sighs and leans back to look at me. “When you woke me earlier, it was her, the High Priestess in my dream. This is not a coincidence. Now you’re having similar visions, only it was me guiding the coven. Is that what you saw?” she asks, stroking the crease between my worried brows. I nod, not able to form words. I’ve never been able to have such vivid visions before and I wonder if my connection to Esme has strengthened my sight through our bond.

“Well, it won’t happen. I am not returning, ever,” she says with all the determination she can muster, but I don’t feel as confident.

“What if you don’t have a choice?” I ask, expressing my deepest fear. The one question I have been afraid to ask from the moment she got a power boost in Tarot class and Professor Adder said to her the High Priestess would come for her.

“Sam, I promise you—" Esme’s eyes widen as she sucks in a sharp breath. Her hands shake as she touches the center of her chest with the palm of her hand. She leans forward and kisses me before she climbs off my lap in a rush.

“What is it?” I ask, watching her search the floor for her clothes only for her to run toward her bathroom.

“It’s Micah. She’s awake!”

ChapterSix

MICAH

"Well, you must be Micah," the Demon says, standing there as if I hadn't just knocked him on his ass. I see Bishop standing behind him and I am glad to see that he's not hurt. I know he wants to say something, his eyes are imploring me, but we don't have that kind of connection to speak without words, not yet anyway. I have a lot to work on now that I am not dead.

"I am." My eyes shift back to the danger in front of me. I would be a fool to underestimate the Devil. I may have been unaware when Rook first brought me into the room but he's the only other ex-Archangel in the Underworld, well, that I know of, brave enough to throw his weight around in my father's house. I mean, this is the equivalent to pissing on someone else's trees. "And you are?" I tilt my head and wait. He smiles but it's all teeth, menacing, calculating, and dark.

"Lucifer, but I'll make an exception for you. You, can call me Luc." He flexes his large black wings behind him, oozing power and maybe too much arrogance to go along with it. If he wasn't who he was, I would be mesmerized, but I will be damned if I feed his ego. His wings shine with an unnatural light, so like Bishop’s but black, pearlescent in their sheen, almost like peacock feathers.

He steps into my personal space, but I refuse to step back, I will not cede any ground to this Demon. This is a game, right? He wants to posture, then so be it. Lucifer reaches out and grabs one of my braids, working it between his fingers as his mismatched eyes bore into me. Fuck! He's their father. I am not a hundred percent sure, but his eyes are a dead giveaway. So much like Ty's and Trys's. My brain is trying to process everything around me to assess the situation.

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