บท 130: Sam's Seduction R18+

Harlee POV

"I just can't calm down." I paced in front of Sam. Everyone else had left, Zeev was house hunting, Ash still at work, Sands had Reaper duties. Cael sat on the floor watching me pace. I had one hand on my hip and the other plucking at dry skin on my lips. These kids were wrecking my body and my mind.

"And you're telling me because.." Sam asked leadingly.

"Because you're the hothead of the group. How do you do it? The control you have? Ow!" I had pulled a piece of skin from my lower lip, making it bleed. Sam stood slowly, eyeing me.

"Are you alright?" He asked cautiously.

"Yes, just bloodied my lip." I turned and showed him with a grimace. His eyes latched onto the blood and I wondered how long it had been since I'd fed him. He moved in on me, slowly at first, then all at once he had an iron grip on my arms and his mouth was covering mine. He pulled my lower lip into his mouth, which made me moan. Sam ran his tongue along my lip, licking away the blood before he began to suck, every so gently on it. A jolt went through my body and I jerked. Suddenly Sam had my whole body pressed against his. He was tearing insistently at my clothes and we were abruptly in the bedroom, my pants sliding to the ground. Sam pushed me back on the bed, following after, mouth still glued to my lips, now teasing both, tongue darting within my mouth to play. I shoved on him, knowing I couldn't budge him without him surrendering control to me. He backed off with a wary expression.

"Sam, is this something you want, or is this something Bond is forcing on you?" I asked, trying to be sure. Sam groaned.

"Mistress, Harlee, when are you going to start believing us when we tell you you are desirable? An Angel Fell from Heaven for you. An Incubus gave up their charmed life. I, well I gave up Hell." Sam murmured.

"Do you regret it?" I asked softly.

"For what you have given in return? No. I may be a crotchety old fool-but I know a good thing when I have it. And I haven't felt like this since.. since I was an Angel." Sam laid his forehead against mine.

"Your first love." I whispered. Sam nodded, eyes closed, then withdrew.

"I'm sorry Harlee, Mistress.. I'm not trying to use you as a replacement. I just suddenly felt this urge.." I gripped Sam's arm directly over his Mark, sliding the sleeve up, I brushed it with my fingertips and Sam arched as the fire burned through both our veins.

"I don't think you're using me as a replacement, but I was afraid the Bond was forcing you to do something you didn't want." I murmured. The hand on his Mark let me have some access to his emotions. I felt white-hot need pulsing beneath the surface, a desire for closeness, and... hunger.

"Oh Sam, I wish you'd tell me when you need me." I sighed. His eyes sparked and he leaned in, placing his lips just beside my ear.

"I need you. Now." Sam whispered hoarsely.

"You know that's not what I meant-ahh!" I screeched as Sam sunk sharp teeth into my shoulder, tearing at the flesh. The blood began to pour from the wound and he suckled and lapped at it eagerly. Meanwhile I felt my panties being tugged down, and heard the zipper on Sam's pants. Sam was apparently too needy to do a thorough job of undressing. His arousal was unavoidable, throbbing against me as he pushed his pants below his hips. I groaned and began to buck, the pain from the bite plus the anticipation driving me wild. Sam swore and pushed my panties off the rest of the way, muttering 'not enough space' to himself. I threw my now free legs around his hips and he jerked, swearing again.

"Slow down Harlee, please. I have not done much sleeping with human women. I don't wish to harm you." Sam grunted. I had a thought that I couldn't keep to myself.

"Sam-was your first love the only human you've touched this way?" I asked softly, things suddenly clicking into place in my head. His disdain for humans, most likely caused by a sense of resentment of his fate, the hatred for Bonded.. "Oh Sam!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close to me. He had been even more unimaginably harmed by his Fall than I'd ever dared to dream. Through my own tears, I kissed every inch of his face I could reach. His expression showed shock, bewilderment.

"Harlee, why are you crying?" Sam asked, worried.

"Because.. because.. oh Sam, I get it now!" I sobbed. Poor beautiful Sam. The only time he'd ever experienced some faded version of human love, he was punished for it. Severely. He was hurt, afraid, damaged. And yet, he was choosing to trust me with his heart.

"Get what, Mistress?" He looked baffled. I grabbed his hair and forced his lips to mine for a kiss, then gripped his forearm again, over the Mark. I threw my understanding at him through the shallow link created by the Mark and tried to explain what I'd learned. How I suddenly understood his pain and suffering, his need. Abruptly he was kissing me back, tangling his free hand in my own hair, cupping the back of my skull to pull me closer as if to devour me. His other arm scooped my waist towards him, pressing me to him like he thought I might vanish. His clothing rubbed against me, as his arousal slipped between my thighs.

"Sam. Strip." I instructed. His eyes gleamed briefly, but he did as asked, then leaned back in for another kiss after I finished tugging off the rest of my clothes.

"I still wish you'd stop calling me Sam." He growled against my lips. I smiled, biting back a laugh. When Sam straightened again, I gasped. My Zeev, Ash and Sands were all beautiful, but Sam looked like the mold all other men had been poured from.

"Now I understand why your first love pursued you." I murmured. There was only one flaw. A broad scar over his heart. I traced it slowly and Sam caught my hand.

"I thought you guys didn't scar." I whispered.

"I wanted it there. To remind me." Sam's eyes blazed and for a moment I thought he'd look away.

"Who did that to you Sam?" I asked softly, suddenly needing to know like it was the most important piece of the puzzle yet.

"Me." He answered, just as quietly. "Before I knew that even as a former Angel of Death, I could not end myself." My tears were running freely again. He'd suffered so much he'd tried to kill himself. I sucked in a deep breath, bordering on a sob, feeling my face contorting with the effort to reign in my tears. Sam began to look terrified.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I wasn't sure if I was apologizing for crying, or what happened to him, or maybe both, but I just kept repeating myself until Sam gripped my face between his hands.

"Harlee, it's alright, it's alright now. Ah Hell." Sam sealed his lips over mine and I felt that strange intense drawing thing Sands did, only this time it was accompanied by fire that burned through me, seeking out all the little spots of darkness hiding in my soul.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Mistress." Sam laid his forehead against mine again. "Maybe we should do this some other time." He started to stand, but I grabbed his hand.

"No, Sam, come lay down beside me. Just hold me for a little while first, ok? Let me get my hormones back under control." I sniffed, and Sam shocked me by lying down beside me, pulling me to him. He let me snuggle against his chest until my heartrate and breathing were back under control while gently gliding his fingers up and down my spine and my side, and over my arm. It was hypnotic and I nearly fell asleep. Until the hand dipped lower and began to brush my thigh, then crept inward. As he touched my clit. I arched.

"Do you still want to do this?" Sam asked breathlessly next to my ear. I drew back to look at him and nodded, biting my lip. He groaned and moved to rub more insistently at me. I gasped and squirmed, crying out as his other hand led my face back to his. I was shaking in minutes. His unerring teasing of my womanhood making me pant and rock my hips.

"Too much, it's too much Sam." I moaned and he growled.

"Not yet it's not." He responded, drawing away for just a minute or two to hover over me again, separating my thighs. I moaned again. Sam pushed my knees towards my chest and I gasped as he entered me, deeply and fully. I called out his name as he began to thrust and I nearly lost control. I gripped his hair again. I wanted to kiss him, but the way he was holding my legs prevented that, so I rode out the wave of pleasure that built as Sam continued his ministrations. His movement became harsh and frustrated after my first orgasm, like he was trying to work out a century of abuse and self-hatred on my body. I cried out again, struggling to get closer to him.

"Please, please Sam, let me touch you." I whined, and Sam's eyes glinted. He released my knees, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist, an then collapsed over my body, caging me in. His tongue darted into my mouth, teasing mine, his teeth gripped at my lower lip. I had forgotten about the wound on my shoulder until his lips closed over it, and it began to sting with his saliva and the strange healing flames. I arched and climaxed again, eliciting an almost pained grunt from Sam as his own release followed mine. When he collapsed beside me, I was still trembling, until another thought wormed its way into my brain.

"Oh my God! Cael!" I cried, sitting up.