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Authors: J.T. Cheyanne, V.L. Moon
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heat of her stare followed him. Joining Lachi at the base of the stairwell leading up into the human sector, he turned and gave Ms. Stroner a full on glare. The vampire King was spoken for, and as far as Laziel was concerned, already had a mate. The Elders could suck a dead dog’s dick for all he cared. With lustful intent, Laziel leaned in and seduced Lachi's mouth. A low rumbling growl from deep within the vampire’s chest erupted. As fast as he’d invaded the succulence of Lachi's lush mouth, the angel pulled away. Point made.
With a gratifying smirk written plainly across his face, the angel glided up the stairs. Purposely, he trailed his fingers down the rigid swell that had formed in Lachi's designer pants, and then rolled his hips on ascending the stairs giving a bewildered looking Lachi a really great view of his hot tight ass.
“Motherfucker, you did that deliberately. How the fuck am I supposed to address the Pope like this?” Lachi growled as he came up behind Laziel and slapped his hand across the angel's ass. Laziel trembled from the thrill as the sting traversed its way down toward parts of his anatomy that involuntary clenched from the joyous infliction of pain. Turning molten eyes to meet the vampire’s dark and deadly glare, Laziel ground his jaw and leaned into his male. He grasped Lachi’s hand as he did and brought it down to the girth of hot throbbing sex lying heavy and needful against his jeans.
“Let’s get this done, and you can punish me all you damn well like. How's that for a deal maker, sexy?” Laziel smirked at Lachi's grimace. Alike in so many ways, Laziel couldn't think of anything better than whiling away any second of spare time fused to the male waiting impatiently at his side. Even after all these years, Laziel still hungered for the simplest touch from the hands or mouth of the male he loved.
“Hmmm, you might be sorry you said that, Laziel, but here's a reminder of what you just agreed to, just in case you weren’t clear. Let’s call it pay back for the little show downstairs, shall we?” Lachi growled against the flesh of Laziel’s neck. The angel's breath hitched as the solid weight of Lachi's hand bore down hard across the rounded mounds of the angel's ass. The resounding whack echoed through the walkway as Lachi disappeared through the secret archway leading them into the Pope's most private anti-chambers.
Within seconds, Laziel swallowed the lust to join Lachi's side. All manner of playful connotations were left at the door. Upon entering, Lachi and Laziel stood silently in wait as the elderly male prayed at his own private alter. Laziel’s eyes roamed the scarcely furnished chamber and assessed each entrance as a possible means of attack. Keeping Lachi close, the angel heightened his senses to take in their surroundings should anyone with a mind to assassination attempt an approach. Something was off. An underlying scent lingered in the room, one that was not associated with the male they’d come to meet.
Dressed in only the simplest of white robes, the Pope prayed in hushed whispered words. Laziel listened tentatively as he asked for guidance and strength in the harsh times ahead. The angel knew instinctively of the hard times the holy man prayed against. For years, he and Lachi had borne witness to the destruction of the vampires’ enclaves and the loss of vampire and Nephilim lives. The bitter, secret war that raged between them, knew no end, regardless of the treaty.
Vampires were still being hunted and slain which in turn provoked a large rise in vampire vigilantes’ hell bent on revenge. The circle of violence and hatred was never ending. Many a night, he witnessed as Lachi vented the flood of his anger over another of his race being brought home in a shroud, leaving behind loved ones and families to grieve for their lost. Such was life. If truth be known, every race was the same, none more so than the human race that saw fit to slaughter, rape and
With a gratifying smirk written plainly across his face, the angel glided up the stairs. Purposely, he trailed his fingers down the rigid swell that had formed in Lachi's designer pants, and then rolled his hips on ascending the stairs giving a bewildered looking Lachi a really great view of his hot tight ass.
“Motherfucker, you did that deliberately. How the fuck am I supposed to address the Pope like this?” Lachi growled as he came up behind Laziel and slapped his hand across the angel's ass. Laziel trembled from the thrill as the sting traversed its way down toward parts of his anatomy that involuntary clenched from the joyous infliction of pain. Turning molten eyes to meet the vampire’s dark and deadly glare, Laziel ground his jaw and leaned into his male. He grasped Lachi’s hand as he did and brought it down to the girth of hot throbbing sex lying heavy and needful against his jeans.
“Let’s get this done, and you can punish me all you damn well like. How's that for a deal maker, sexy?” Laziel smirked at Lachi's grimace. Alike in so many ways, Laziel couldn't think of anything better than whiling away any second of spare time fused to the male waiting impatiently at his side. Even after all these years, Laziel still hungered for the simplest touch from the hands or mouth of the male he loved.
“Hmmm, you might be sorry you said that, Laziel, but here's a reminder of what you just agreed to, just in case you weren’t clear. Let’s call it pay back for the little show downstairs, shall we?” Lachi growled against the flesh of Laziel’s neck. The angel's breath hitched as the solid weight of Lachi's hand bore down hard across the rounded mounds of the angel's ass. The resounding whack echoed through the walkway as Lachi disappeared through the secret archway leading them into the Pope's most private anti-chambers.
Within seconds, Laziel swallowed the lust to join Lachi's side. All manner of playful connotations were left at the door. Upon entering, Lachi and Laziel stood silently in wait as the elderly male prayed at his own private alter. Laziel’s eyes roamed the scarcely furnished chamber and assessed each entrance as a possible means of attack. Keeping Lachi close, the angel heightened his senses to take in their surroundings should anyone with a mind to assassination attempt an approach. Something was off. An underlying scent lingered in the room, one that was not associated with the male they’d come to meet.
Dressed in only the simplest of white robes, the Pope prayed in hushed whispered words. Laziel listened tentatively as he asked for guidance and strength in the harsh times ahead. The angel knew instinctively of the hard times the holy man prayed against. For years, he and Lachi had borne witness to the destruction of the vampires’ enclaves and the loss of vampire and Nephilim lives. The bitter, secret war that raged between them, knew no end, regardless of the treaty.
Vampires were still being hunted and slain which in turn provoked a large rise in vampire vigilantes’ hell bent on revenge. The circle of violence and hatred was never ending. Many a night, he witnessed as Lachi vented the flood of his anger over another of his race being brought home in a shroud, leaving behind loved ones and families to grieve for their lost. Such was life. If truth be known, every race was the same, none more so than the human race that saw fit to slaughter, rape and
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