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Authors: Saranna DeWylde
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opposed to the night you were naked in my bed?”
“So, what’s it like being an angel?” Tally changed the subject; she didn’t want to answer that one.
“I got to see mud-wrestling Valkyries the other day.” Falcon popped the tab on one of the beers, a Blue Moon, seemingly content to let her control the path of their conversation. “I don’t feel any different than I did when I was a warlock.”
Tally sat down on the couch next to him. “Is this all there is to my parole? Movies and pizza?” she ventured, not completely sure she wanted the answer.
“For now. Which movie did you choose?”
“The Howling.”
“Remember the last time you watched that?” Falcon smirked. “Raven scared the shit out of you and Middy.”
“He’s lucky we didn’t shoot him with anything more dangerous than a flowerpot torpedo.”
“Middy promised him clumpy cat litter next time.”
“She always promises cat litter.” Tally popped open her own beer and took a long drink.
“Yes, but I know she’ll deliver.”
Tally was comfortable now; he was just Falcon Cherrywood, older brother type. The movie started and Tally was entranced. She loved this movie, even though it scared the bemerlin out of her. Rick Baker was a makeup god. She knew she’d die a screaming fangirl death if she ever met him in the flesh. Maybe he’d do the lamia makeup when they made her biography into a horror movie.
She always found herself peeking through her fingers, no matter how many times she watched the movie. It didn’t take long for Falcon’s hand to close around her wrists and pull the shield away from her eyes.
“Don’t be such a girl.”
Tally couldn’t help it. She turned her head away and Falcon just laughed and tucked her against him.
“There, the big bad wolf can’t get you now.”
She turned her face into his shoulder before she realized what she was doing. He smelled so good and his shoulders were so wide, it was easy to believe nothing would, in fact, get her while he was there. Her hand, of its own volition, had found its way up around his neck and she clung to him for dear life.
Until she peeked at the massive screen again.
Gods, everything was larger than life on that ginormous screen. It was like being there. She’d never had the sac to watch it on warlockian 3-D. It was like being in the movie. That was a little too much for her taste.
Falcon was so warm. Were all angels warm like this?
His calloused hand was on the nape of her neck, her curls tangling around his fingers as if they were sentient and seeking his touch.
She knew where this was headed. It’s what always happened when a witch and warlock watched these kinds of movies. It was an excuse to pretend to be afraid and an excuse to play rescuer. It was a too-familiar trope, but that didn’t stop it from happening. Just his fingers on the bare skin of her neck sent an electric awareness through her body and she needed to be closer to him, needed more. Visions of his hand sliding down her spine, or using her hair to drag her to him for another kiss assaulted her.
Indeed, it was an assault. She tried to shut and lock the door of her imagination against the onslaught, but need battered through her defenses. There was so much more Falcon Cherrywood could do with those hands than touch her hair. They could skim down her bare arms, or up the exposed line of her leg. They could dip down past the buttons of her soft, cotton dress and cup her breasts, his tanned flesh stark against her pale skin. They could push up past the line of leg she’d readily offered and delve into the hot, wet sheath that ached for him.
His hands were the tools of sin. She’d never wanted a man like she wanted this one. Tally had never been aroused like this, already wet and aching without her fantasies, without touch. Sex had always been something Tally gave like a reward after her chosen warlock had jumped through the correct hoops, after he’d made her feel what she needed to
“So, what’s it like being an angel?” Tally changed the subject; she didn’t want to answer that one.
“I got to see mud-wrestling Valkyries the other day.” Falcon popped the tab on one of the beers, a Blue Moon, seemingly content to let her control the path of their conversation. “I don’t feel any different than I did when I was a warlock.”
Tally sat down on the couch next to him. “Is this all there is to my parole? Movies and pizza?” she ventured, not completely sure she wanted the answer.
“For now. Which movie did you choose?”
“The Howling.”
“Remember the last time you watched that?” Falcon smirked. “Raven scared the shit out of you and Middy.”
“He’s lucky we didn’t shoot him with anything more dangerous than a flowerpot torpedo.”
“Middy promised him clumpy cat litter next time.”
“She always promises cat litter.” Tally popped open her own beer and took a long drink.
“Yes, but I know she’ll deliver.”
Tally was comfortable now; he was just Falcon Cherrywood, older brother type. The movie started and Tally was entranced. She loved this movie, even though it scared the bemerlin out of her. Rick Baker was a makeup god. She knew she’d die a screaming fangirl death if she ever met him in the flesh. Maybe he’d do the lamia makeup when they made her biography into a horror movie.
She always found herself peeking through her fingers, no matter how many times she watched the movie. It didn’t take long for Falcon’s hand to close around her wrists and pull the shield away from her eyes.
“Don’t be such a girl.”
Tally couldn’t help it. She turned her head away and Falcon just laughed and tucked her against him.
“There, the big bad wolf can’t get you now.”
She turned her face into his shoulder before she realized what she was doing. He smelled so good and his shoulders were so wide, it was easy to believe nothing would, in fact, get her while he was there. Her hand, of its own volition, had found its way up around his neck and she clung to him for dear life.
Until she peeked at the massive screen again.
Gods, everything was larger than life on that ginormous screen. It was like being there. She’d never had the sac to watch it on warlockian 3-D. It was like being in the movie. That was a little too much for her taste.
Falcon was so warm. Were all angels warm like this?
His calloused hand was on the nape of her neck, her curls tangling around his fingers as if they were sentient and seeking his touch.
She knew where this was headed. It’s what always happened when a witch and warlock watched these kinds of movies. It was an excuse to pretend to be afraid and an excuse to play rescuer. It was a too-familiar trope, but that didn’t stop it from happening. Just his fingers on the bare skin of her neck sent an electric awareness through her body and she needed to be closer to him, needed more. Visions of his hand sliding down her spine, or using her hair to drag her to him for another kiss assaulted her.
Indeed, it was an assault. She tried to shut and lock the door of her imagination against the onslaught, but need battered through her defenses. There was so much more Falcon Cherrywood could do with those hands than touch her hair. They could skim down her bare arms, or up the exposed line of her leg. They could dip down past the buttons of her soft, cotton dress and cup her breasts, his tanned flesh stark against her pale skin. They could push up past the line of leg she’d readily offered and delve into the hot, wet sheath that ached for him.
His hands were the tools of sin. She’d never wanted a man like she wanted this one. Tally had never been aroused like this, already wet and aching without her fantasies, without touch. Sex had always been something Tally gave like a reward after her chosen warlock had jumped through the correct hoops, after he’d made her feel what she needed to
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