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“What of the children?” We’d herded them into a small cabin to get them out from underfoot. I held the two babies since the others were barely old enough to mind themselves.
“Dosed into slumber and secured,” said Keeko, his hands moving on his console. “Core temperature of Hell rising. Explosion imminent.”
Ominous announcement. I did my best to not squeeze the babies I held. As if sensing my trepidation, Metatron snared one from me and cradled it. Damn him for making my dusty ovaries ache.
The final explosion that splintered Hell spewed magma but not fast enough to minimize the building pressure. The shockwave of the blast hit us. The impact propelled us, flotsam tossed in a wild wave, the force of it pressed against me. I closed my eyes, knowing we spun out of control and not needing to see it. The baby I held whimpered, but I could do little to comfort. It was all I could do to hold myself together.
By the time the rolling sensation stopped, I was ready to barf. I held it in. The baby in my arms didn’t.
And in the end, I joined little Shira. Luckily, this wasn’t the first time Tron dealt with my puke. He led me to the very small cleansing area, where the squirming bundle and I had the sickness removed, along with a foul-smelling bottom—the baby’s not mine. I then handed my cleaned baby off to the many-armed pilot, who already held the other, before throwing myself in Tron’s arms for a much-needed hug.
A hug that I never wanted to end. Only he set me aside to say, “Let’s tend that injury.”
I grimaced as he cleaned the bite mark, which, while painful, wasn’t life-threatening. I considered it a badge of honor. After all, I’d confronted the devil and lived to tell the tale by setting loose his mortal enemy.
Of more concern at the moment than the devil? Dealing with the eleven children we’d saved and crammed into this small ship. According to Tron, the voyage back to Earth would be several days. I wasn’t sure I could play nanny for a few hours, let alone days.
It turned out to not be as bad as expected. Tron helped, as did our pilot, the pair of them more adept than expected with small people who eyed you with giant turquoise or purple eyes. Had to admit, by the time we met up with Zilla, I was kind of attached to a couple of them. But I also gladly handed over their care to the cantorii, who wanted to know every detail.
By the time we’d briefed her, the choir, the US government, the Templars, and every other bloody agency wanting to know what the fuck happened in space, I was ready to collapse.
A gentle Tron tucked me into bed, and I slept long and deep, waking refreshed. I stretched and eyed the sexy angel doing his version of yoga, shirtless and in only a pair of snug briefs.
Talk about yummy. It roused my desire. After all, it had been a while since we’d been intimate, the tiny spaceship not offering the time or privacy for us to be close.
He caught me watching him, and his body stilled. “Good morning.” He’d adopted my very Earth expression.
“It will be.” I lay back on the bed and crooked a finger.
A corner of his mouth lifted. “Don’t you want to eat first?”
“I want you.” I wanted to feel that closeness when we had sex. That connection that went beyond the flesh and wrapped around my soul.
He needed no further urging, joining me on the bed, kneeling between my legs and dipping his head for a kiss. His wings extended to give him balance. I dragged him down to me, my mouth mashed against his, my hips grinding. Screw being slow and sensual.
I needed. He divested me of the sleep shorts and shirt I wore. My hands tore his briefs, and I grabbed him tightly and stroked.
He sucked in a breath and growled. “Stop or I won’t last long.”
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one feeling the urgency. I guided him to my pussy, already slick with desire. The head of him parted my nether lips, and I sighed into his mouth as he penetrated, pushing into me and stretching my channel. My hands grabbed his shoulders, and my fingers dug in as he thrust into me, strong and virile. Not just an angel but a man who loved me enough that he entered the bowels of literal Hell to save me.
And now, not only had we saved the world from being ravaged, we’d both survived and could have our happily ever after.
The orgasm hit, and I cried out as I arched, my body rigid as pleasure took me. His own body went still as his cock spilled, pulsing hotly. We collapsed together with racing hearts and happy souls.
And then we got to work because, apparently, everyone wanted to be debriefed again. We finished early enough for a few hours of relaxation, AKA sex and food. Had an awesome night’s sleep, followed by morning nookie. My new life. It was fucking awesome.
I should have known our reprieve would be short-lived.
Chapter 19
Zilla made the announcement as they ate breakfast. “Heaven is on a collision course with Earth.”
Metatron wasn’t the only one to choke on his coffee.
The dire news could mean only one thing. “Satan escaped.” And now plotted revenge.
“Tricky bastard. He must have been on one of those ships we saw fleeing,” Francesca grumbled.