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  Duncan’s heart twisted painfully. This was hard on everyone.

  Tim sighed. “Is this what you want, Anya? Do you want us to try to be one big family?”

  “Yes, Papa, very much. I feel like I belong here, but I also belong with you and Joey.”

  Tim directed his attention to Damien. “It will be hard to share Anya, but we will as long as the uncle that took her can’t hurt her anymore. He can’t escape this netherworld, can he?”

  Jason proudly answered Tim, “Duncan took care of him properly. Jarrell’s no longer a threat to Anya or anyone else. There will be no escaping for him.”

  Tim’s brow furrowed. “Duncan—hmmm.” Taking Anya by the arm, he led her a little bit away from the others. Joey followed.

  It was obvious to Duncan that the Cleve family didn’t realize that angels had a heightened sense of hearing. And he for one was not about to tell them right now.

  With his voice full of concern, Tim asked, “Do you love him, honey? He wasn’t forcing you to be with him, was he? I can still take care of him, you know.”

  “He didn’t force me, Papa. I love him. Please don’t say anything or do anything to him,” Anya pleaded.

  Tim gave in. “I won’t for now, but if you ever need me to, just let me know.”

  “Or me. Nobody messes with my little sis,” Joey added in a serious voice.

  When the three finished their little powwow meeting, they were surprised to see everyone in the room staring at them with astonished looks on their faces.

  Duncan looked at his mother and paused briefly on his way to Anya. “Yes, Mother. I love her with every ounce of my being.”

  Continuing forward, Duncan stopped in front of Anya, took hold of her upper arms, and pulled her in tightly against his bare chest. “I love you. Be mine.” Bending his head down, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

  His lips never left hers, even when a slight stinging sensation passed over their backs and a light of pure gold surrounded them and lifted them up a few feet above the floor.

  Tim and Joey stepped back and stared in wonder at the light-surrounded, floating couple. Their jaws hung open in shock.

  Duncan kept Anya occupied with a passionate kiss so she wouldn’t be afraid of the strange and wondrous things happening to them.

  The gold-colored light spun around them then shrank in size and swirled around their necks, forming a chain with a heart-shaped pendant. A bright light constantly circulated through the chain and pendant.

  Everyone in the room watched in awe as the couple floated back down. The second their feet touched the floor, the gold light circling their necks brightened to a brilliant white light then pulled the kissing couple apart.

  As they were separated, the heart-shaped pendant broke in half and hardened. The light disappeared, leaving Duncan and Anya standing there wearing gold necklaces with platinum half-hearts dangling from short chains. The half-hearts were etched in a feather design, which sparkled as it caught and reflected all the light-beams that shone upon them.

  A cheer rang through the room.

  Anya looked around and saw Duncan’s parents as well as her blood-parents hugging and laughing. Even Alfred was hugging all the parents and smiling. She stood there looking as confused as her Papa and Joey.

  Duncan answered her questioning look, “We were just bonded by the gods, my sweet little Anya.” At her look of continued confusion, he added, “Your words started the ceremony when you openly defended me to your human father and told him you loved me with such passion. All I had to do was confess I loved you, too. After that, the gods took over and bonded us. You are now my spirit-mate, and I am yours…I love you, Mrs. Hart.” His lips brushed across hers in a feather-light kiss.

  This time when his lips released hers, she smiled. Love for her pierced his chest. His. She was all his, and he couldn’t be happier.

  When they turned and looked around the room, everyone was smiling, including Tim and Joey, who had apparently been told by Damien what had just taken place.

  Duncan put his shirt on, but not before his newly finished tattoo was admired. He now had a full set of detailed wings spread across his broad back. Anya’s wings were left covered, for his eyes only.

  Joey noticed their bonding necklaces didn’t have a clasp. Duncan told him why. “They don’t have clasps because our bond to one another is like our love…it is forever and not breakable. A clasp creates a weak link, giving a normal necklace a breaking point. We don’t have any weak links in our love, therefore no clasps.”

  Joey smiled then frowned. “What if it gets hung on something? Wouldn’t it choke you?”

  “That’s a good question. These necklaces are special. They never harm us. If it gets hung on something it lengthens. If someone tries to choke us with our necklaces, the metal heats up where their hands are and burns them, but it doesn’t burn us.”

  “That’s cool,” he murmured in awe as everyone else started celebrating.

  Cold, bubbling champagne, delicious-smelling and -looking food, plus a large wonderfully decorated cake had been sent down from the Highest Realm. Duncan sent a prayer of thanks up to the Gods. Everything was perfect.

  Well wishes and laughter swirled through the rooms of the large home, the celebration was on. Malon had been teleported in as well and had thrown a fit about it until he realized it was for Duncan’s bonding that his flirting with an angel had been interrupted.

  The party didn’t end until Tim, Joey, and Alfred passed out in the living room and had to be teleported to guest bedrooms.

  Chapter Twelve

  “I’m glad we’re home. All I’ve been able to think about for the last few hours is getting you naked.” Duncan’s lips pressed into hers as his hands felt for and found the bottom of her shirt. He broke the kiss and pulled her shirt over her head then went to work unfastening her cargo pants. He had her naked in no time at all.

  She gave a throaty laugh. “What’s your hurry? It’s not our first time.”

  He smiled and continued to throw off his clothes. “I forgot. You don’t know what happens to fully bonded spirit-mates. Watch and learn, my little angel.”

  Closing his eyes, Duncan took a deep breath and started concentrating.

  Anya gasped when two pure white wings appeared. He opened his eyes and a mischievous grin crossed his face. He stretched his wings out wide. They spanned at least six feet. The feel of them pulling away from his skin had been indescribable. So surreal. Wings were life-changing for an angel. He could use them in all kinds of ways.

  “Turn around,” Anya said excitedly.

  The tattoo was gone, and in its place was the real thing. She reached out to touch one. It was so soft and amazing she couldn’t stop the giggle that slipped out. “They are outstanding, Duncan.”

  A squeal of laughter escaped her lips when he turned around and wrapped his wings around her. Her laughter was replaced by a moan of passion when their naked bodies pressed into each other and his lips descended on hers. New sensations rioted through his body as he caressed her with his wings.

  Breaking the kiss, she looked up at him and asked, “Can my tattoo do that, too?”

  “Sure, all you have to do is concentrate on moving your wings off your skin and into solid form. Go ahead and try.” He hoped it would be easy for her.

  Biting her lower lip, she closed her eyes and tried real hard. Nothing happened. “Why can’t I do it?” she asked.

  “Don’t be too hard on yourself. Try again. Focus all your thoughts on freeing your wings.”

  Sucking in a large breath of air, she tried again. Still, nothing happened. “What am I doing wrong?” Chagrin dripped from her words.

  Placing his hands on her shoulders, he massaged her tight muscles. “You can do it. Just put all your energy into pulling your wings free.”

  Determination was stamped on her face. He could tell she was trying hard to free her wings. If he could do it for her, he would.

  A few minutes later, she stare
d up at him with sad eyes. “I can’t get them to move.”

  Not wanting her unhappy, especially tonight, he answered gently, “Don’t worry about it tonight. You have a lifetime to figure it out. I’ll bet by tomorrow you’ll be spreading your wings. I’ve heard a lot of newly bonded angels can’t spread their wings until the next morning. For now, I want to make love to my bonded spirit-mate.” Leaning down, he licked her lips. “But first I want to play a game.”

  “A game. Right now?” She looked at him like she thought he’d lost his mind.

  “Yes, a game. Now that we are bonded, our senses are even stronger. I want you to go into another room and wait for me. I’ll give you about two minutes.” This was going to be so much fun. He hoped she liked his game because he had a feeling he was going to want to play it a lot.

  “Should I get dressed?” she questioned.

  “Oh, no. You don’t need clothes for this game. All the curtains are closed. No one can see you. Trust me.” Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her to the door. “Go. You have two minutes.”

  Listening closely and tuning in to her scent and soul, he found her in the guest bathroom. Chuckling to himself, he gave her a minute to wonder what he was going to do.

  Concentrating on her, he flapped his wings three times and, poof, he appeared behind her and quickly wrapped his arms and wings around her.

  She screamed bloody-murder style.

  “It’s me, babe. I found you.” He tried to keep the laughter from his voice, but he just couldn’t. She was so cute when she freaked out.

  She slapped his ass. “You scared the crap out of me. I thought you were going to find me the normal way.” At his raised brow, she added, “You know, by walking in here. That way I would have had some warning.”

  “I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t resist. You looked so cute when I got you. I’ll remember that forever.” Soft skin brushed across his when she shifted in his arms. “Now time for my reward.”

  “Reward?”

  “Of course. I found you, didn’t I? That means I won. Winners are always rewarded.” Taking a fistful of her hair, he pulled her lips up to his, lapping at her mouth he enjoyed her taste to the fullest. She had the sweetest flavored mouth.

  Pulling back he moved her over to the tub. “Put your foot on the edge, babe,” he guided.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Whatever I want to. I won, remember? Raise your leg so I can receive my reward.” Damn, this was fun.

  Hesitating for only a second more, she placed her foot on the wide edge of the tub. Dropping to his knees, he slowly slid his hands up her silky legs. Her slight frame quivered when he leaned in and blew a puff of air onto her clitoris. Keeping his wings behind him was hell, he wanted to stroke her with them, but he made himself wait until later, much later. Right now, he had plenty of teasing that still needed to be done.

  Deciding to use one feather, he tickled the underside of her breast. She giggled and tried to squirm away. “Don’t move. We are going to try something new tonight.” Looking up her body, he had to ignore the luscious curve of her breasts as he talked to her. Dark eyes glittered with lust as she nodded. “No matter what I do, you are to stay still. No moving.”

  Using one feather from each wing, he stroked her sides. Another giggled escaped, and he found that he loved tormenting her. Moving his teasing feathers lower, he ran them the length of her legs then brought them back up the inside of her legs. She bit her lip and tried not to laugh.

  Letting the feathers travel down the same path, he changed the game on the up-stroke. This time, he licked her exposed slit with every inch that the feathers moved up her legs. She buried her fingers in his hair and pressed his face harder into her wet cunt.

  “Oh, Duncan, that feels so good.”

  He licked her clit one more time then tickled her until she begged him to stop. Showing mercy, he stood and hugged her naked body to his one more time before he said, “Go to another room.” Smiling down into her heated face, he added, “Let’s see if I can find you again.” There was no doubt in his mind that he could find her, but she didn’t know that yet.

  Grinning to himself, he gave her two minutes then flapped his wings three times. The grin dropped from his face at the sight of her in his office chair with her legs draped over the arms. Pushing down his desire to take her then and there, he approached her then knelt in front of the chair. Sniffing the air, he growled at the scent of her arousal. Down boy, he rebuked himself, he still had plans for her.

  “You found me.” Her voice trembled heatedly.

  “Looks like I got lucky…very lucky.”

  “Are you going to reward yourself?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Spreading his wings, he stroked the bottoms of her feet. Giggling, she tried to move them out of his reach, but he countered her every move.

  “St–Stop, I can’t take it. You win.”

  “You look lovely spread wide in my chair. Your pretty little pussy all spread and ready for me. Begging for my touch.” Moving his wings slowly up her legs, he leaned in and licked her pussy until she hunched his face in wild need. His dick begged to take her right there, to pound into her soft welcoming flesh. Beating the desire down, he eased back and ran his wings across her body from her fingertips to the tips of her toes. Loving the feel of her body quivering at his touch, he repeated the path several times. His wings absorbed every tremor her body produced.

  “Now, Duncan. Please take me. You know you want it. Come on, baby, give in. Your hard cock can’t wait to stretch my pussy, to feel how wet and warm it is.” The pleading in her voice gave way to sultry seduction.

  Duncan groaned but didn’t give in. Stopping the stroking of her body, he stood and pulled her up and out of his chair. “We aren’t through yet. You are nowhere near hot enough. Go somewhere else in the house and let’s see if I can find you again.” He turned her toward the door.

  She looked back over her shoulder and scowled at him. “I want you now.”

  “Come on, play with me. You are not ready yet. I want you so hot when you orgasm that you pass out from the pure pleasure of it.”

  Her lips pursed in thought. “Passing out from pleasure does sound good. I guess we can play a little bit longer.” With those words said, she sauntered out of the room.

  The smile she’d given him when she left told him she was up to something. Giving her the two minutes this time was hell. All he could do was wonder what she had planned. His dick throbbed in need. It wanted to be inside her, feeling her silken walls. Taking a calming breath, he concentrated on her then flapped his wings three times.

  “Oh, sweet mercy. You are learning quickly.” She was in the living room draped over the back of the couch, her legs spread wide in invitation.

  Peeking over her shoulder, she gave him a saucy grin and wiggled her delicious ass. “You know you want it. Take me. Make me come.”

  “Oh, I’ll make you come, but not until I’m ready to.” Taking the few steps necessary to touch her, he slid his hand up her back and pressed her into the cushioned couch. Placing his feet on the inside of hers, he moved and spread her legs wider.

  Fluttering his wings up from her feet to her back, he tickled her unmercifully. To his delight, she squirmed and giggled until she was breathless. That’s when he positioned his dick at her entrance and plunged into her widespread pussy. She gasped and groaned as he grabbed her hips and drove in and out of her grasping cunt. As his hips pumped, he never stopped the stroking of her body with his wings.

  Sexy little moans were coming from deep in her throat. He loved the hell out of that. Her clenching sheath was already trying to milk his cock. Not wanting to erupt right now, he pulled out of her. When she pushed up off the couch and whirled around, he scooped her up in his arms and flapped his wings three times.

  They appeared in their bedroom. “It is so cool that you can do that. I didn’t know you could take me with you.”

  “Oh, I can do that and more—much more.” Setting h
er on her feet, he turned her around and moved her long, soft hair over her shoulder to cascade across her breasts. Without hesitation, he ran his hands lovingly across her perfectly tattooed back. Tender fingers unhurriedly traced every detailed line on her back. She was too perfect for words.

  Leaning down, he placed a kiss on the nape of her neck. She shivered and groaned as he placed light sucking kisses down her spine.

  Holding tightly to her hips, he ran his tongue along the lines of her tattoo.

  A shudder rocked her body. “That is so hot. Every stroke of your tongue on my tattoo is blazing a trail to my pussy. I don’t think I can handle much more.”

  Kneeling behind her, he kissed her rounded ass as his wings brushed her body with artist strokes. Only when he had her whole body quivering did he turn her around and press his face into her pussy. Flicking her sensitive flesh with his tongue, he tasted her thoroughly before kissing a path to her breasts. Brushing her hair back over her shoulders, he suckled a nipple and wrapped his wings around her quaking body.

  Her heart was pounding in her chest at the newness of it all. His lips moved up to hers, and his tongue teased hers while his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples. Duncan’s hard cock was pressed firmly against her body, reminding her of the pleasure it could give. That was something he never wanted her to forget. Her legs started to tremble when she felt his soft feathers stroking back and forth across her buttocks. And she nearly collapsed when a few of the feathers wrapped around her legs and stroked her inner thighs. He loved teasing her.

  He caught her just as her knees gave way. Strong arms carried her trembling body to the bed then laid her down gently. His soft wings stroked slowly down the sides of her body, teasing her until she begged for release. “Please, Duncan, take me. Make me yours.”

  Desire roughened his voice. “In a moment, my sweet, in a moment.” His fingers teased her nipples into taut peaks. Leaning forward, he took one in his mouth and sucked it as his wings continued to stroke and flutter against her sensitive flesh. She tasted so damn good. He was surprised at the strength of his own willpower. Her pleasure meant more to him than anything else.