Page 4 of Meant to Burn

E lijah is absolutely stunning with his ocean blue eyes and dark hair that slightly hangs over his face.

He pushes it back nervously, but it bounces to the exact same spot he just moved it from.

His eyes ping back and forth between mine, and I can tell he’s about to lose it.

Surprisingly, he keeps calm and looks at me once more.

I feel his gaze on my body like a lover’s caress.

Slow and deliberate. Sensual. My cock is hard from seeing the longing in his eyes, and I can’t deny I like how he’s looking at me.

It’s been a while since a mortal looked at me this way, unabashedly, and the need to claim him for myself is strong.

That’s why he called me, isn’t it? So I could take him.

Mind, body, and soul. He wants anything I have to offer, even if he denies it until his dying breath.

He reminds me of my past lover, Isaac. The long-lost love of my life.

But he’s dead—has been for centuries—and I try not to think about him anymore.

So why is this stranger dredging up memories of him?

Why am I so intrigued by that fact too? It’s not about looks.

Isaac was blond with green eyes, and they look nothing alike.

I think it’s more the attitude. They seem to be similar in personality.

At least Elijah’s stubborn nature makes me think they are.

I watch as his bare chest heaves, the lines of his torso exposed to me along with his neck.

His skin is tan, which makes his muscles look even more defined.

He’s fit, but it’s more subtle curves and dips.

As if he’s carved of clay, malleable in my hands for a short time.

But the showstopper? That’s his face. Almond-shaped blue eyes and a delicate nose, full lips, and a cleft in his chin.

High cheekbones. A sharp jawline. Dimples that are only creasing his cheeks right now because of his facial expression, though he’s definitely not smiling.

He’s perfect.

I want him.

I’m itching to touch him, to get in that circle and get a taste of him. His fear. His desire. Him . “Open the circle, Elijah,” I breathe, and he shakes his head. “Let me in.”

“H-how do you know my name?”

I cock my head to the side and smirk. “I know everything about you, Beloved.” He flinches when I call him that, and I touch the ash with my toe. Elijah stiffens, and I know he can feel the touch on his body. “Now open the circle.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I don’t take you to be defiant. So you’ll do as I say,” I reply, hands fisting at my sides with how much effort it’s taking for me not to reach out again. “You’ll obey me.”

Elijah nods.

“Come to me,” I demand.

Elijah’s abdominal muscles ripple as he walks slowly toward me, his pecs tightening and revealing a tan nipple when his open shirt shifts as he moves.

I swallow hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as I stare openly.

My eyes trail down his body once more, doing a slow perusal, and this time I focus on the bulge in his pants.

He’s hard for me. I can see it plain as day, and he’s well-endowed.

I wouldn’t mind shoving his big cock down my throat if I’m being honest.

He stops at the edge of the circle and stares at me.

I can feel his eyes on my face, even as I gape at his crotch a bit longer.

My eyes slide back up to his, and he holds my gaze for at least a full minute, which in turn only makes me hotter.

Needier. It feels like it’s a million degrees in this chapel, even though there’s no roof and the breeze is filtering through.

But my brain doesn’t seem to grasp that as a bead of sweat runs down my spine between my wings.

My cock is throbbing now, and he drops his eyes to my erection and sucks in a sharp breath.

“Look what you’ve done now,” I whisper sinfully, gripping my cock in my fist and squeezing. “Break the circle, Elijah. Face me. Face your fears.”

“I’m not scared,” Elijah says defiantly, raising his chin. His voice quivers, but he doesn’t back down.

“You’re not.” I grin. “This is much worse. You’re…aroused.”

“Am not ,” he breathes, but kicks the edge of the circle and moves ash and candles out of the way, letting me in.

I push him deeper into the circle once more until we’re both standing in the middle together, then wrap my fingers around his neck and squeeze gently. Possessively.

“Tell me, Beloved,” I purr, and Elijah swallows hard. “What truth did you give up to summon me?”

“None of your business,” he spits.

“Feisty,” I chuckle. “I thought men of God were supposed to be docile little creatures.” His blue orbs widen as he trembles beneath my touch. “I think I’ll have fun with you yet.”

Elijah shakes his head repeatedly, and I slide my hand down his chest, tugging him closer by the front of his pants. “W-what are you?” he stammers.

“What do you think I am?”

“Oh, God. Are you a demon?”

I laugh. “I’m neither an angel nor a demon.” His wide eyes shine with tears, and I shiver at the thought of licking them from his cheeks. “I’m fallen but not damned. Cast down not for lust, but for mercy.”

“I don’t really understand what that means.”

“Most humans don’t,” I say, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his eyes. “I’m a Hollow Flame.”

“Which means?” His voice trembles just like the rest of him, and I swear my cock has never been harder.

“I was cast out for loving a mortal.”

Elijah chokes, eyes wide.

“A very long time ago, I was tasked with testing the hearts of priests, prophets, and kings. I was meant to stir temptation. I was a watcher of mortal love.”

“So you made people fall in love with you…on purpose?”

“Precisely.” I grin, but it falls quickly. My thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and his chest heaves. I stare at the brand on his chest—the one he hasn’t seen. A sigil of a flame. “But it was me love ruined.”

“How?” he whispers.

“I fell in love with a mortal man,” I whisper back, and Elijah’s eyes widen even more if that’s possible.

He tries to take a step back, but I grab the back of his neck and lower my forehead to his until we’re sharing breath.

“I laid with him. Touched him. Worshipped him. I loved him deeply, for years, in secret.”

“A-a man?”

“Yes.” I nod once, rolling my forehead over his. Elijah’s breath is warm against my mouth, and I have the urge to close the distance between us. But I don’t. That would be idiotic.

“What happened to him?” he asks softly, eyes connecting with mine. But I look lower, to where his lip is trapped between his teeth. It’s taking all of my self-control to hold back.

To not claim him right this second.

“When the other angels found out, they erased Isaac. Scattered his soul so I could never recover it.”

“That—” Elijah gulps, eyes shining with empathy. He’s too good for this world. No one will ever deserve him. Only me. He was made just for me. “I’m sorry.”

I pull away, frowning.

Elijah looks up at me, still trembling from head to toe. “Why are you here? What do you want from me?”

“I’m here because you wished it so.” I smirk. “Because you craved me deeply.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Is it?” I ask him softly, leaning in and nipping at his bottom lip. He whimpers for me. “You can’t deceive me. I know your deepest secrets, your darkest desires. I’m here to make them all come true.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want you.”

“You’re right. You don’t want me.” I step toward him until my bare feet are touching his shoes, then pull him back into me by the back of his head.

I yank his hair back, forcing him to look up at me.

“You ache. For relief, for touch. You want proof that you’re not broken.

You called with your hunger, Little Lamb. I came as your feast.”

I wrap my wings around him, and he shivers. His fingers dig into my abdomen, then fall away slowly, brushing against the hard lines and contours of my body.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Elijah whispers.

“You don’t need to know,” I whisper back. “You only need to feel.”

My hands trail down his back until I grab handfuls of his muscular ass and pull him into me. The friction of his pants against my cock is heavenly. I grind him against me, feeling just how hard his cock is against mine, and I groan when he whimpers once more.

I kiss his throat.

“You called for me,” I tell him.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did.” I bite his neck, sucking the skin between my lips roughly. “And now I will teach you what it means to be wanted.”

“Oh, my f-fuuu—” Elijah whispers but doesn’t dare finish his thought.

“Curse for me, Elijah.” I grin, rubbing him harder against me, my cock leaking everywhere. I can feel the pre-cum, sticky and warm against my abdomen. I feel it smearing on the fabric of his pants. He’ll definitely have a wet spot when this is over. “Tell me how much you fucking love this.”

He shakes his head. “It’s blasphemy…”

“Do it.” I dare him. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

Elijah moans loudly, still shaking, and I push him down on the floor until he’s lying on his back. He willingly unbuttons his pants, pushing them down his thighs, and my mouth waters with the need to taste him.

I lower myself to my knees and yank his pants and boxers all the way off, getting between his thighs.

My mouth hovers over his cock when I tell him, “I know your truth, Beloved.” He stiffens, cock fully erect, and I lick him once slowly, dragging it out until he cries out.

“You want to be known. Possessed. Fucking used.”

Elijah whimpers.

“Don’t you?” I ask softly, then shift my gaze to his. He’s watching me intently, face flushed, lashes fluttering. He looks beautiful. Ethereal. “Say it. Admit it or this stops.”

“I—” He nods rapidly, closing his eyes and sobbing. “Use me.”

“Good boy,” I whisper, then take his cock in my mouth.