I'd like to apologise for the lateness of these stories, but at the moment I have exams and I'm using internet explorer, my morzilla fox has decided to abandon me. Anyway just so you know I Have the completed story on my computer and The werewolf and the halfling is a working progress, just like you I would like to see that story finished, so any feedback and ideas are welcome. x
It didn't take long for Mikhail to recover, and it took all of Abigail's strength and wile to stop him from returning to Soledad. They were in bed, Mikhail was looking up at her a salacious grin of his face.
Abigail continued to move above him, relishing the pressure of his fingers tweaking her nipples, he wanted her to be as aroused as possible, he wanted to leave her stranded at the edge of ecstasy. Mikhail was entranced as she ground herself against him, small inarticulate cries filled the chamber. Sweat trickled down their bodies, they had been laying in bed for almost five day, four and a half days had been spent...getting to know one another. In one swift motion Mikhail turned Abigail beneath him, dragging her closer, her legs rested on his shoulders. The bed shook from his strong thrusts. Abigail screamed as an orgasm ripped through her. She didn't think she could ever tire of this, being with him like this. She shook below him, Mikhail kissed her passionately letting his tongue sweep the roof of her mouth, tasting the strawberries they had eaten earlier.
Abigail slid her hands down his hard chest, her fingers brushed where they were joined, Mikhail shouted with surprise and released himself within her. Abigail giggled running her hand through Mikhail's damp hair.
"I love you." She whispered drowsily as he pulled her towards his chest, rolling over so they lay spooned together.
Mikhail kissed her on her shoulder, he had heard her but until he was certain they could be together he would not return the words and raise their hopes.
...
"I take it he still wants to go home then?" Jibril asked that evening, Abigail had come to realise that apart from the fact that Jibril was in love with her husband, he was a nice person.
Without him she didn't think she would have been able to keep Mikhail by her side.
"I know that he can't live here indefinitely, but he could at least try." Abigail played with the bread on her plate, but had no wish to eat anything. How on earth was she going to be able to keep Mikhail here?
The large oak doors that lead to the court yard swung open. A figure dressed all in black entered the room, his skin was as dark as the soil on which they walked upon and his coarse black hair was braided into small plaits.
In Abigail's world he would have been labelled an African-American, but she didn't know the term of her mother's people in Albion. The guards surrounded him as he drew out a broadsword, green eyes flashed with amusement.
Abigail rose from her chair noting Jibril's reluctance to do the same, his eyes were fastened on the stranger and when Abigail cleared her throat he blushed profoundly.
"Who are you?" She asked, the stranger bowed sarcastically letting out an ear piercing whistle.
From nowhere tens upon tens of men dressed like him burst into the room. Archers aimed their bows at Abigail, swordsmen pointed their weapons at ever person in the hall. Even the castle's guards were outnumbered.
Jibril drew out his own sword and stood in front of Abigail, it touched her greatly that her cousin was trying to protect her.
"I will not ask again, who are you?" Abigail didn't care if she was facing death, no one got away with tormenting her people.
"Lucian Raven, Prince of Ravenia. But don't worry my Queen, we only want Prince Mikhail."
"And what Lucian do you want with me?" Abigail gasped as Mikhail entered the room; his skin still held some pallor, and his gait was slow. Lucian sighed with relief.
"You are safe." Mikhail watched the man warily before pulling him into a bear hug.
"Yes, yes I am."
... Jibril was confused, first of all Lucian had threatened the life of Mikhail's wife, now they were sitting around a table reminiscing about a long friendship.
Jibril felt the first stabs of jealousy, but for the first time it was caused by Mikhail, he was jealous because Mikhail had the right to talk and converse with this dark beauty.
He looked at Abigail who watched with rapture as they retold a story, apparently it was the two of them against an army of angry Spartans.
"So you are not a mortal?" she asked. Lucian laughed, tugging his shirt collar down.
Jibril bit the inside of his cheek as he saw Lucian's muscular build. The shirt fell to the floor, showing silver wings, darker in some places, lighter in some.
"My people are one with nature, and are gifted with the wings of eagles. Mikhail was the first angel I ever saw, and instantly we became friends." His face suddenly turned stern.
"This is why I am here, I was propositioned by a cloaked figure he wanted to pay a handsome fee for your capture." Jibril and Abigail both gasped with shock, however Mikhail didn't appear very surprised.
"I thought as much, I've known for awhile someone wanted me dead. It was my mission to find them before king Jericho sent for me to guard Abigail."
"I didn't know this." Jibril spoke for the first time.
Lucian looked up at the beautiful male angel, and was grateful his skin was as dark as it was, for a blush filled his cheeks. He had seen Jibril once before, and since then he had been enraptured.
A day didn't go by when he hadn't thought about the golden haired angel, and now with him being so close he just wanted to wrap Jibril's blond strands of silk around his hand and inhale his scent.
"Yes I knew, but that was sometime ago, and I assumed since I have so many enemies this one had forgotten me. Then there was the attack in Soledad, the angels have never fought me like that before."
Abigail fisted her hands, all these years and Mikhail had endured a lot of pain, more and more reason for him to stay by her side. Abigail got up from her seat and sat on Mikhail's lap, cupping his face she kissed him.
"I won't let them hurt you Mikhail." She hugged him close not wanting to let him go.
Jibril excused himself as did Lucian, they walked down the hallway in silence. Without warning Lucian grabbed Jibril's hand, pulled him harshly against his chest and kissed him.
