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I fly out to the beach and land on the warm sand. As pretty as it is, sitting in my tree is getting boring. I pull my shirt over my head and let my shorts drop to the sand, so that I'm standing in just a thong bikini bottom. With a contented sigh I stretch out on my stomach. I may miss home, but I have to love the sunshine. I close my eyes and concentrate on the warmth soaking into my skin. If nothing else, I'll have a killer tan by the time I leave. As I sunbathe I contemplate the task that Lucifer gave me before I left, out of earshot of the others.
"You will be among my enemies for years. I cannot protect you there, and I cannot allow Andariel to fly to your rescue. I ask only that if they plan to move against us, you warn me." he said. I studied him for a moment.
"Why did you save us?" I asked. He smiled, showing the tips of his fangs.
"I could not allow someone to possess a strength that I did not." he said. I blinked at him.
"Truth is surprising from an archangel." He nodded gravely and walked away.
So now I lay in the sand and plan my infiltration. If I'm to know their plans, then I must walk among them. Well, not just walk, I have to get them to trust me, to talk around me. Not fun. I'm not sure it's worth it. A shadow falls across my body and I sigh. Damn clouds.
"Are you not a bit underdressed, my lovely friend?" a man asks. I roll onto my side, showing him just how underdressed I am. He smiles hungrily, and to my surprise I see a hint of fang. "I do appreciate the view, but I simply came to talk to you."
"Ah." I answer, and I roll back over. I badly want to ask him what the fuck he is, but that would be the height of impropriety. At least he is a familiar face, though I still don't know his name.
"Duriel..." he mutters. I make a pillow of my arms and sigh, not quite as happy as I was before. Though my name does sound lovely on those strawberry lips of his. "Allow me to introduce myself."
"Have at it." I invite.
"I am Ahren, son of Michael." he says. I go perfectly still. Sadly, it is not the perfect stillness of serenity. More the stillness of blind panic.
"I would not have thought that Michael would sully himself with humans." I answer, my voice careful. It explains the fangs, then. He's no more pure than I am, perhaps less. Which means he can also lie.
"His Lord ordered that it be done, and he obeyed." This time I catch the hint of anger in his voice, and my muscles wind even tighter. Damn, I have to be stuck on an island with the son of the man my sister killed, don't I? What kind of fucking luck do I have? He drops to his knees in front of me and jerks me up, so that my face is nearly level with his. The orange of his eyes is now joined by swirls of red and yellow, making them as hypnotic as flames.
"Do you wish to kill me, to avenge his death?" I blurt. He stares at me, and I can't help but shiver despite the warmth of the day.
"My father wanted nothing to do with me, once he found out about my oddities." That's not an answer, but I'm more than happy to keep him talking.
"What of your mother?" I ask. His grip on my shoulders tightens, and my breath quickens a bit. Wrong question. He spins me around, and I yelp. His hands brush the sand from my skin with quick, feather-light strokes.
"Let us speak of other things." he whispers huskily. He cups my breasts and nibbles lightly on my throat, making me squirm a bit.
"Ahren," I breathe, and I mean to make him stop. He clutches me tighter, and I can feel his nearly painful need for touch. It takes me a few breathes to summon the will to speak again. "Ahren, you're hurting my wings."
"So beautiful." he groans. He spins me around again and grips my arms tightly. His eyes are feverish. "I need you."
"No sex." I manage. He lifts me to my feet and jerks my bikini bottoms down. I make a strangled sound as Ahren kisses up my thigh.
"Do you want me to hold you to that, or do you want me to give in if you beg?" he growls. I shiver and sway in his grip. He smiles wickedly and runs his tongue up higher. He presses his face between my legs and breathes in my scent. "Well?"
"I said-" I begin, and he chooses that moment to begin his assault. He wraps his arms around my legs, drawing me closer to his face, and presses one finger teasingly against my entrance. I whimper as Ahren fastens his mouth over my clit and sucks gently. Another finger joins the first, just barely breaching me. He captures my clit between his teeth and begins flicking it with his tongue.
"Oh, gods." I moan. He laughs and slowly presses his fingers deeper, as I squirm and beg. "Oh, my God!"
I sway, nearly falling, and he lifts his face, his mouth dripping from my wetness. He lies flat on his back, jerking me down with him, so that I straddle his face.
"Ahren?" I murmur. He licks me until I'm grinding against his face, unable to control myself. I'm so close to orgasm that I can't stand it. "Ahren, please!"
"Anything for you." he purrs, and he takes me higher. I roll to the side as I collapse forward, trying not to crush his face. My body still quivers from the aftershocks when his fingers find my entrance again. He slams two fingers inside and twists, making me yelp. I clench around him helplessly, too stupefied by my first orgasm to react quickly.
"I want to feel you grip my cock like this." Ahren hisses. I make a small noise of protest as he rolls on top of me, but he ignores it. He shreds his jeans quickly and settles between my legs, trying to fit our bodies together.
"Ahren, please, don't!" I scream. He stops moving and I breathe a little easier. He moves up onto his elbows and knees, taking most of his weight off of me. I crawl out from under him and dive into my clothes. He stares at me, his eyes still like twin flames. I laugh a little bitterly and hug myself tightly, the warmth of the sun no longer enough.
"No one believes that evil can have innocence as well." I whisper. He blinks, and his eyes fade back to their normal orange luminosity.
"They sent us a virgin?" Ahren asks. I just look at him. He throws back his head and howls. I glare at him, not at all amused.
"It's not funny." I snap. He dives forward, stopping just short of me, so that his face is inches from mine.
"It has been sixteen centuries since any of us have had the touch of female flesh, and they send us a virgin. A scared virgin at that."
"Andariel is the only one of the three of us that has been touched, and you guys wanted one of the three of us. You can't have Andariel since she's mated, so you get me."
