Captive Angel Ch. 14 - End

"Damn you, Sebastian," she hissed, wishing she could let loose the tears that were clogging her chest and making it hard to breath.

"What did he do?"

Angel whirled, startled at finding him standing behind her. He'd opened the door so quietly she hadn't heard him. "Nothing. Get out of here!"

"No," Hunter said, stalking her around the bed until she was up against the wall. "Why would you damn Sebastian? Why did you change after that night you spent in his mansion alone? Why did you run from me?" he asked, slamming his hand on the wall next to her. "Why did you tear my heart out and hand it back to me in fucking pieces?"

He was so close she could feel the way the air moved as he breathed, his chest brushing against her breasts. She couldn't inhale with out taking in his so very masculine scent. She couldn't move without touching him more. She couldn't open her eyes without seeing his face.

"He's my father."

It took a moment for those words to sink into Hunter's mind, for him to grasp exactly what they meant. "Who's your father?" he asked. "You don't mean Sebastian...?"

"Yes," she shoved him away. "Happy? Now you know, get out."

"I'm not going anywhere. Who told you he was your father?"

Angel walked away from him, going into the living area. "He did," she said softly, dropping down onto the lumpy couch. "He bragged about it, about how he seduced my mother over an evening. He couldn't wait to bring out evidence and rub it in my face."

Hunter sat down next to her. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?"

She looked up at him, shocked. "Why aren't you running from me? My father caused your parents to die. He kidnapped your sister and let his goons molest her. Not to mention he kidnapped you and had you beaten within an inch of your life."

"Those things aren't your fault, baby. Is this why you left me? Is this the reason you ran away and left me this damnable note?"

"I carry his blood in my veins. He wanted me to sit at his side and help him run his enterprise." She felt a wave of nausea flood through her as she thought about that moment of horror.

"The man's delusional. We both know that." Hunter turned, sitting so that he faced her. He reached out, capturing her hand despite her attempt to keep them from him. "Baby, you can't choose your parents. We all have things we aren't proud of in our lives. I have webbed toes, is that going to keep you from loving me?"

Angel laughed. "Webbed toes or a homicidal father?" she said softly, as if weighing them against each other. "I have to say, I got the worst end of the deal."

"Shut up," he growled. "Just shut up. Do you have any idea of what I've gone through, of what I would do for you to have you back in my life? It's killed me, not seeing you, touching you, making love to you for four weeks. It's been hell on earth, and you're going on about Sebastian and giving him the one thing he wanted all along. God dammit, Angel!" He dropped her hand, rising to pace the floor. His hand went to his hair, scooping the long mass off of his forehead with trembling angry fingers.

"What thing?" she couldn't help but ask.

"He wanted to break me; he's going to do it through you. If you leave me, if you stay here, alone, he wins. He keeps us apart and ruins our love. How can you let that bastard do that to us? I won't let him do it," he growled, turning again, going to her and lifting her up, yanking her into his arms. His mouth came down on hers and he groaned as the sweet taste of her filled his senses once more. He gave her no room to struggle, wrapping her in his arms, his mouth muffling any protest she could make.

Heaven was all Angel could think. It was here, in his arms, feeling his mouth devour hers with that single mindedness of his that had her squirming until she could get her arms around him. She couldn't fight him and herself. It was too hard when what she wanted, what she'd longed for was right here, right now.

He lifted his head, his eyes narrowing when she tried to pull him back down for more of his sweetly seductive kisses. "Angel, look at me," he ordered her.

She opened her eyes, seeing his gray stormy ones so close to her own.

"We are getting married. You will move in with me and make me deliriously happy. And you will be as happy. No more thoughts of Sebastian or what he has done to either of us, I won't let him come between us, baby. I love you too much to go through this life without you." He slid his hands down her back, running them over the curve of her ass and squeezing gently. "Now, tell me you want to marry me," he ordered.

"I do," she whispered. "But..."

"No, no buts. We're going to get married and be sublimely happy." He lifted her in his arms, brushing past the kitchen bar on his way to her room. Neither saw the envelope that fell to the floor.

Letting her slide down his long body until her feet touched the floor, Hunter groaned, his hands holding her, his mouth clinging fiercely to hers. His hands went to the small buttons on her shirt and he undid them quickly, sliding his hands back up the front of her body to push it off her shoulders.

It fell to the floor unnoticed as his hands explored her upper body, cupping her breasts in the small white lace bra she wore before dropping to his knees in front of her. His lips found the swell of her stomach, his arm around her waist holding her there.

"You are so beautiful," he moaned, brushing his face against the softness of her stomach. "I've been going crazy missing you, baby." He found her foot, taking one short-heeled pump off and then the other before sliding his hands up her legs. He pulled on the button of her pants then drew down the short zipper, leaning forward to kiss the soft skin he exposed and making her shiver. "I plan on making up for all the lost time," he warned, tugging on the waistband of her pants and pulling them down her long legs.

His eyes roamed over the curves and dips of her body dressed only in tiny white lace panties and matching bra. He could see the slight changes in her body from the baby, the way her breasts had grown, the small swell of her stomach, and thought it only made her more beautiful.

Hunter drew in a deep breath, feeling his cock pushing against the zipper of his jeans. He was so hard it almost hurt, his body clamoring for him to throw her on the bed, to take her, to sink into her flesh until neither of them had the strength to lick their lips. He tried to ignore those impulses; wanting to make this moment one she would remember the rest of their lives together. It had to be special, he couldn't lose her again.

The palms of his hands were warm on the soft skin of her legs, sliding down the outside from her hips to her ankles before moving back up. This time, the inside of her legs were stroked, his hands pushing gently to force her to open her legs. Moving even closer, his kissed the soft skin of her thighs, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. It was like a siren's song, luring him closer until he brushed his lips over satin and lace.

Angel groaned at the feel of him, touching her again when she'd forced her heart to believe it was over, that she would never know the touch of his lips again. Her hands went to the thick hair of his head, digging in, kneading and stroking as he pulled her closer. He took her knee in his big hand, hooking it over his shoulder, opening her for his mouth.

"God!" she cried out as she felt his lips against her, his fingers moving aside the satin of her panties so that he could reach her soft pink flesh. His tongue stroked over her, tasting of the sweetness of her juices, finding her clit and coaxing the tiny bud from hiding. Her hips moved against him, her hands dug in to hold him against her. She felt the tightening in her stomach as his fingers slowly pushed inside of her, his other hand holding her up. "Hunter!" she screamed as she came, her body arching and shaking, his tongue never letting up on her clit.

When her legs began to give, he rose, lifting her easily in his arms, laying her on the small bed. He stared at it for a moment, as if measuring it against his large frame, making her laugh. "You've got to be kidding me," he said.

"We managed on that cot in the basement," she reminded him, stretching her body languorously against the soft sheets.

He growled as he watched her pale body shifting on the bed, waiting until

she lifted her arms to him, drawing him to her. He went with a sigh, his lips finding hers, his hands sliding down her slender body, his palms filling full of her curves. "I'll manage anywhere as long as it's with you, Angel. But you've got to promise me something," he whispered, holding her against his still clothed body.

"What?" she asked, distracted as she worked on the buttons of his soft blue shirt, wanting to feel his flesh against her own.

He took her hands in his, stopping her and forcing her to look up at him again. "You've got to promise you'll never leave me like this again. I couldn't lose you again and live, Angel. I've been like a madman, screaming at people, I practically ran my business into the ground because I couldn't get you out of my mind." His words were spoke in a fevered rush, as if he were embarrassed by the way he felt.

She searched those stormy gray eyes, seeing the truth in his words and in the way he felt for his love for her just seemed to shine from him. "If you can forgive me for being stupid about Sebastian," she whispered, her hand going to his cheek, "I can promise never to leave you again. I've been miserable, too," she confessed.

"Good," he said. "You deserve it for not trusting me and telling me right away." He took her hands, putting them on his shirt. "Now get to work woman, I'm wearing too many clothes." He dipped his head, finding her mouth once more.

Angel made short work of his shirt, pulling on the fabric when the buttons wouldn't come free quick enough for her. Then her hands were inside the material, pressed flat against his wide chest, feeling his heat and his strength.

His groan mingled with hers, and he chuckled when she ripped the shirt further, pushing it off of his shoulders. "Missed me, did you?"

"Shut up and make love to me," she growled, her hands reaching down and pulling on the button fly of his jeans, sliding inside to find the hard bulge of his cock, separated from her only by the thin cloth of his shorts. She stroked it, squeezing gently, loving the sounds of his moans as she pleasured him.

"If you don't stop that," he growled his voice raspy with the pleasure of her touch. "This might be over before it starts."

Angel laughed, delighted at her power. "I think I could find a way to revive you, baby."

His eyes narrowed and then he rolled over. "Okay, I'm yours for the taking, love. Just don't take to long."

She swung her leg over, sitting on his thighs, her hand still buried inside of his jeans. With the other, she reached back, finding the hook on her bra and unclasping it. His hands helped her, relieved her of the material before filling with the warm softness of her breasts. He squeezed gently, moaning as he took in their new shape and firmness.

She leaned down, finding his mouth, her tongue a wet hot fire inside his mouth. She kissed him until they were both breathless, only then leaving his lips and finding the line of his jaw. She could feel the faint bristle of his whiskers tickling her lips and nipped at him with her teeth. His throat was neck, following the long line of the muscle of his neck, using her tongue and teeth, her lips to pleasure him.

Pulling on his jeans, she lifted up to pull them down his long legs, watching as he kicked off his shoes and then pulling off his socks for him. She lifted one of his feet, her thumbs rubbing into the high arch, digging into the muscle there, making him groan, and then moan as she suckled on his toes, rubbing her tongue over them, teasing him.

The hair on his legs tickled her nose as she made her way back up him, nibbling on the hard muscles of his thighs. She eyed the long shaft that tented the front of his white briefs, smiling as she noted the damp spot that stained the material. "You have missed me," she breathed softly, her hand reaching out to wrap around his fabric-covered cock.

His groan was all the encouragement she needed and she brushed her cheek over his shaft, turning her head to use her teeth against the material, watching him with hooded eyes. He tightened under her, his hand going to her hair, his eyes hot steel that sent shivers of want through her.

"Take them off, love," he half ordered, half begged, lifting his hips. Reaching up, she took the band in her teeth, tugging the tight briefs off of him, using her hands to sweep them off of his body.

Then she reached for his cock once more, her hand stroking down the soft skin that covered it, her mouth following to trace down the outside, coming back up the other side before capturing him in deep.

Hunter could barely catch his breath. Her mouth was hot and wet around him, sending jolts of pleasure through him that he couldn't contain. He knew he wouldn't last, it had been so long and he wanted her so badly. With a growl, he reached down, surprising her by yanking her up to him. His hands went to her panties, the only garment she still wore. He tore them from her easily, rolling her over.

Capturing her mouth with his, he sank between her thighs, pushing into her soft flesh, the feel of her wetness, her readiness for him sending him reeling.

"God baby," he groaned, thrusting into her. "I can't stop. I...I can't..." His hands grabbed her hips, holding her still as his big body shook above her. She could feel him emptying himself in her, long spurts of heat that made her shiver under him, wrapping her ankles tightly around him, never wanting to let him go.

She stroked her hands down his spine as he recovered.

"I'm sorry, Angel." He said, looking up at her sheepishly.

"I'm not," she said, smiling down at him. "You feel so good, Hunter."

He rose on his elbows, his legs supporting her thighs, his cock still buried deep inside of her. "You meant it, didn't you?" he asked her suddenly, brushing the fiery hair from her eyes. "You won't run from me again?"

"I'm yours until you don't want me anymore," she said, smiling up at him, happier than she could remember ever being.

"I want you again already," he grinned, moving his hips and stroking his cock inside of her.

"Prove it," she ordered, laughing when he growled and did just that.

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It was much later before Hunter came out of the bedroom, his jeans on but unbuttoned, resting low on his hips. He was laughing and shaking his head.

"Carmel nut ice cream and peanut butter," he muttered, walking toward the kitchen. "I guess it could be worse. But why can't she crave a thick juicy steak?"

He stopped, looking down as he stepped on the envelope that had dropped there earlier. Picking it up, he was about to drop it on the stack when the return address caught his eye. With a frown, he turned it over, seeing nothing to tell him anything else. "Angel," he called. "Who do you know that lives in Buffalo, Wyoming?"

Angel came out of the bedroom; too, buttoning what was left of the buttons on his shirt. "No one, why?"

"You've got a card here, from someone there." He handed it to her before going on and into the kitchen to open the cupboards and look for food.

Angel turned the envelope over in her hand, glancing at the address herself before slitting it open with the tip of one of her nails and pulling out a sheet of paper that was folded over a card.

"Oh, wow. How did she get my address?" Angel lifted the card. It was from a set of tarot cards, a very old set of hand painted cards, the man and woman on the front familiar for she'd seen them before, long ago in a small shop in Buffalo, Wyoming. "The lovers," she read. "I can't believe she sent this to me."

She took the sheet of paper, unfolding it before reading it to him. "Dear Children: I know this finds you well and together, finally. You had a long journey and it is not finished, but be gratified to know that you will make the rest of it hand in hand. Isn't it wonderful when love wins out? A warning, my children, another cloud waits on the horizon for ones that you love. Have faith, for it too just needs love to bring back the sun. I shall be watching. Blessed be to both of you and your little one, too. Madame Carina."

Angel folded the paper, stunned. How had she known?

"The lovers, huh?" He took the card out of her hand, studying the ancient drawing. "Doesn't look a thing like me, but you, on the other hand..." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her laugh as she rescued the ice cream from him and took a small bite, moaning in pleasure as the taste exploded in her mouth.

He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off of her feet to carry her back to the bedroom, the card slipping out of his hand and landing once more on the floor. "I wonder how you'd taste a la mode," he asked, closing the bedroom door tightly behind them.

Author's Note: The next Hunter novel is called Heaven in her Eyes. If you all would like it re-posted, let me know. Thanks for reading me!