5. Rhys

Isat on my chair by the desk, with only the small lamp illuminating my study. Kiera slept soundly, and I watched on silently as her chest rose and fell. She looked so peaceful and calm – at least she could rest easy for a while. I got up from my seat, pacing at first, before I looked out the window.

It was quiet out there, and much of humanity in the city still slept. I knew there would be plenty of beings still awake, human and otherwise. Where was Kelibon now? Was he plotting against us? Why did he really want Kiera? The question vexed me.

I wouldn't have put it past him to have a connection in heaven, albeit an unwilling one. If he had a connection, and Kiera contacted her angelic superiors for help, Kelibon might find his way to us. Of course, knowing that could help us set a trap for him. It was something to consider. My every instinct wanted him to stay away from her, and I found that interesting. Was this what it was like having a weakness? Even if Kiera was mine, I knew she could also be a strength to me.

As an idea formed, I turned and rested against the window sill, studying Kiera's gentle face in the half-light. My thoughts were my own, but my feelings were clear. Kiera was mine to protect now, and I wouldn't let Kelibon hurt her if I had anything to say about it. He shouldn't underestimate either of us, but in a way I also hoped that he would, because it would give us the advantage – one we sorely needed if we were going to take him out.

There would be no prison on Earth that could hold a fae like Kelibon. He had too many people in his employ. Too many connections who owed him favours or wanted to gain his goodwill in the first place. He had magic at his disposal, and no doubt associates with access to further abilities. If he was jailed, he'd be broken out by sundown. The only way to be sure he could no longer harm Kiera was to kill him. I knew she wouldn't like it, but that was no surprise. She was an angel, after all.

This was why heaven needed fallen angels like me. If the angels of heaven weren't prepared to do what was necessary, and beings like Kelibon were out of humans" league to deal with, what else was going to happen? It was why Kelibon was in such a strong position of control in Dublin, and he was only one of many self-proclaimed lords in the mortal world. Not all of them were fae, but it gave him a distinct advantage and an easy route to power.

I had to live here, so I wanted to make this world as friendly as possible for humans and supernatural beings alike. That meant removing those who were a threat or tried to control what I could do, because that shit wouldn't fly with me. Heaven might've seen that as a reflection of my fallen status or my lost grace, but I was far more pragmatic about it and life in general. If I was surrounded by monsters, you could be damned sure I was going to hunt them.

Kiera stirred and drew me from my reverie. Was she ever not stunningly beautiful? It delighted me to see her in my bed. There was more to her than that though – she was good and kind, and soft in the ways I wasn't, while being smart and rational. That was a harder combination to find among angel-kind than you might expect. I pulled back the covers and climbed back in beside her, where she snuggled up close to me. I draped the covers back over us both, which was as comfortable as it sounded.

I wrapped an arm around her and her hand caressed down my waist. She murmured when she noticed I had briefs on.

"If you don't like them, you can remove them," I told Kiera, as I raked my fingers through her silky hair. "I'm all yours, you know?"

I was sure she'd fall back asleep, but instead I felt her fingers wrap around the band of my briefs and draw them down. I instantly hardened for her, which I'm certain she noticed, because within moments she moved down the bed and I felt her soft lips slide over my cock.

It was unexpected in the best possible way, and I moaned for her. She seemed to love that sound and she purred in response. I'd fucked the heck out of her last night, but it hadn't occurred to me that Kiera knew how to suck my cock. How wrong I was!

Her warm tongue slid along my shaft as she sucked on the head of my cock. It was too dark to see a gleam in her eyes, but I had no doubt it was there. She was a mischievous angel, and soon she'd taken my full length deeply into her mouth. She felt incredible, and she played with my balls as she sucked on me. My dirty angel. I was going to give her a sticky load to swallow.

I caressed her auburn hair as she sucked on me so proficiently, absently wondering if she could taste my pre-cum yet. I wanted her to know my flavour – intimately, and as her lips moved up and down my cock, I rocked my hips, taking her mouth harder. She felt so good, I groaned aloud.

My hand slid over her bare shoulder and down to her breast. I groped her less than gently, teasing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, while she fucked me with her mouth. I knew what she wanted, and I was going to give it to her – when I was good and ready.

"You're so lovely," I groaned, as I moved with her, until I could reach her creamy thighs. Pushing them apart, my fingers claimed her entrance, delving deep, and then I licked her with a ferocity borne of desire. I tongue-fucked my playful angel, until I felt her moans around my moist cock, and I didn't stop as my own pleasure approached my limits.

I held her there, tongue-fucking her the whole time, as I filled her mouth with a sudden surge of my warm cum. She gasped as I gave it to her.

"Swallow it down, Keira. Take it all," I told her, groaning as more spilled from me.

I pushed my cock harder into her mouth, and she took what I gave her. I licked her pussy until she ground against my face and held on to me. My lips sought out her sensitive clit, and I sucked on it, lapping at it firmly but gently, until her moans tore through the room and I felt her come against my face.

I didn't stop licking, until she couldn't take any more and she pulled away from me in bliss. Her whole body was shuddering in pleasure by that point, and so was I. I loved the way she'd taken my load, and I couldn't take my eyes off her in the half-light as I pulled her against me and we cuddled there in my bed, both of us blissed out beyond words.

* * *

It wasmorning when I awoke, and hints of a blue sky peeked through the gap in the curtains. Nice weather was something of a rarity in Dublin, especially when it stayed that way. It made the city look so much better compared to days when an oppressive grey sky hung overhead.

Kiera was still in bed beside me, but she must've been awake because she was cradling a porcelain cup between her hands. It had a picture of a coffee bean on it.

"Where did you get that?" I asked her, momentarily confused. I had neither a kettle nor a coffee maker. In fact, I doubted there was coffee downstairs at all, and the cup didn't look familiar.

"I summoned it," she replied, before taking a sip. From the way she handled the cup, it was obviously hot.

"You summoned coffee?" I asked her incredulously.

Was there any chance the enemy could pick up on that? I didn't think so, but it still seemed like an odd thing to do. Perhaps that was my decades on Earth showing through.

"Mmhm," she answered, before glancing up at me. "Would you like one?"

"I'm more of a tea drinker," I replied. "Can you summon anything? I don't remember being able to do that."

I realised she could use that power to summon many things. Could she summon weapons? What about people? Could she summon Kelibon so I could drive a knife through his throat? That would be my cup of tea.

"Only an item from heaven if I know precisely where it is or where it's going to be," she replied. "I'm unwilling to steal, as I've taken an oath to do no evil."

"So this is heavenly coffee?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Yes, it is. It's also very sweet."

I grinned. "In that case I can only imagine how thrilled heaven would be if they knew I was drinking their tea."

Within moments, I had a cuppa in my hand, and I wondered – not for the first time – if heaven was watching what their angel was getting up to. If so, they just might be gaining an education of their own.

"So what else can you summon? Are there powerful weapons?" I asked her. A flaming sword sprang to mind. Maybe a hand grenade or two? That would be fun.

"Not that I can think of," she said. "What do you want to do next?" Kiera asked. "I mean, what do you want to do about Kelibon? I'm not sure where to go from here."

"That's where my maps come in," I replied. "I've been tracking his associates and lackeys for a while and taken some of them out of the picture." I wasn't sure how she'd feel about that, but it felt good to be upfront about it. "Few have direct access to him, but I know of one who does: the man you were sent here to help."

"I can't reveal my charge's identity to you, but perhaps our goals aren't contradictory. It would help him if he was no longer being driven toward criminality."

"Agreed. I have the most information on the assassin who attacked us, and I believe he might be able to reach Kelibon, or help us to if he was given adequate incentive."

"He almost killed us last time," Kiera replied with concern.

"He did, but I was injured and now I'm not. There are also two of us working together. That gives us the advantage."

I climbed from the bed, and pulled a set of clothes from the drawers. I noticed Kiera watching me, her sensual gaze looking me over as I began to dress.

Kiera stretched lazily and hung her feet over the side of the bed. "I understand that Kelibon wants me dead and effectively rules the Dublin criminal underworld. There's a lot I don't know about him and the way his network operates. If I'm going to help you take him down, I'd like to know more."

"That sounds reasonable," I replied. "Kelibon has been responsible for countless crimes, from petty theft to murder and trafficking. He has a hand in a number of illegal trades, and it's where he gets a lot of his money from. The man has to live a life of luxury, after all. Most of all, he seems to value power. Humanity is a means to an end for him. Even supernatural beings end up working for him or targeted by him, as often as not."

Kiera looked thoughtful and didn't ask any further questions. I wondered if she was hoping to save Kelibon, or if she considered him a lost cause. Angels were often open-minded about such things, but I'd seen too much violence and suffering at Kelibon's hands. My compassion for him was non-existent and I was looking forward to ending him. I hoped Kiera wouldn't take it badly when the time came, but some things had to be done.

In the long-run it might just be the thing to save her life if Kelibon continued to come after her.