Fallen: Celeste Read online

  “That’s what I would have done if she had stuck around.” Adam’s voice sliced through the air.

  Al whirled around to find Adam leaning in the office doorway. There was a look of anger in his green eyes that Al took as a warning. Knowing Celeste could handle him, Al decided to get out before the fur flew.

  “Hey, Celeste, I’m going to follow up on that lead you gave me. Talk at you later.” Al darted around Adam and jogged down the hall.

  “Not much of a knight in shining armor, is he?” Adam’s face was blank as he shut and locked the door.

  Celeste turned to face him. She casually caressed him with her eyes. His t-shirt was red and lovingly showed off his broad shoulders and flat stomach. His faded jeans hugged his thighs and left no doubt in her mind that at least his cock was happy to see her. She motioned for him to turn around. Puzzled, he did. The faded denim cupped his tight ass perfectly. She wanted him again. When he was facing her, she smiled.

  “You outweigh Al by fifty pounds and you’re taller than he is by five inches. Al might not stay to defend me, but he’s got one thing going for him—he’s smart. He might not save me, but he would never be in a situation where he would need to. He would have solved the problem before it ever got to that.”

  “So you value intelligence over brawn, huh?” Adam stalked her.

  Celeste knew what he was doing. She was willing to allow him to capture her. “In most situations, being smart is better than being strong. I can take care of myself. I don’t need anyone’s help.”

  “Especially mine. You don’t need my help because you’re an angel.” His voice was sarcastic. Adam pinned Celeste against her desk. He pressed his hard body tight to hers. Her cheeks flushed.

  “Oh, I need your help with something.” Ignoring the taunt, she slid her hands down to his hips and pulled his erection tight against her mound. She rubbed her breasts on his chest.

  “This probably isn’t a good idea,” Adam mumbled as sparks shot through their bodies from the spots where they touched.

  “This is always a good idea. Kiss me, damn you.” Celeste let go of his hips and locked her arms around his neck. She pulled his head down to hers.

  * * * *

  In no time at all, she was naked and sprawled across her desk. Thank goodness he had remembered to lock the door. Staring down at her golden tits, he felt his mouth begin to water. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out a hand to cup her right breast and squeezed. Celeste made an urgent noise in her throat.

  “Do you want more, Celeste?”

  She nodded. He cupped both of her plump breasts in his hands. Squeezing and kneading them, he studied her with narrowed eyes. He wondered what she was thinking. His fingers found her hard nipples and tugged. Her back arched as she moaned softly. Leaning down, he took one of her nipples into his hot moist mouth. He sucked hard while flicking the other nipple with his fingers. He soon had her writhing on the desk.

  “Adam, please.”

  “Please what, Celeste? Please touch your wet pussy? Please fuck your hot mouth with my cock? What do you want from me?”

  “Everything. I want everything.”

  Adam trailed his fingers down her stomach, flirting with the jewel at her belly button. He slid them between her wet lips and stroked as her thighs fell open to give him better access. He smeared her juice all over her pussy. Pinching her clit between his fingers, he bit down gently on her nipple.

  Having Adam apply the same pressure to two sensitive areas of her body almost drove Celeste over the edge. She cried out as his lips left her nipple. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she looked down to see him kneeling between her legs. Grabbing hold of her legs, he dragged her across her desk until her hips rested on the edge.

  Her body jerked as his warm breath bathed her pussy. “Oh my.”

  “‘Oh my’ is right, sweetheart,” Adam whispered right before he buried his face in her pussy.

  Celeste almost came undone at the feel of his tongue plunging into her dripping sheath. Soon, his rough fingers replaced his tongue, working furiously as his mouth fastened on her clit. He nipped it and flicked it hard with the tip of his tongue.

  “Harder, Adam. Please.” Celeste begged shamelessly.

  Tearing himself away from her sweet pussy, Adam surged to his feet. Tearing open his jeans and yanking out his cock, he thrust into her hard once and then again. The third time, he felt her pussy milk his cock mercilessly. Finally, they exploded together.

  Recovering, he lay draped over her as their breathing evened out. Groaning slightly, he slid from her and helped her stand up.

  “Don’t ever leave me again, Celeste. I won’t be quite as nice next time,” Adam ordered.

  Laughing, she got dressed. “You’re the only one who can leave, Adam? No woman should have the nerve to leave you. We’re in trouble if you think I’ll be listening to you now.”

  “Celeste,” Adam warned as he zipped his jeans up.

  “Don’t take that tone, Adam. I’ve been around far longer than you.”

  Adam’s phone rang before he could answer her. “Montgomery.” He listened. “Ok, thanks, Jakar.” He hung up and looked smugly at Celeste. “You don’t need my help, huh?”

  Celeste didn’t answer him. She grabbed her Glock, slipped on a jacket and headed out the door.

  “Where are you going?” Adam stalked after her.

  “Another body’s been found. We need to get there. The trail might lead us to Tomas.”

  “How did you know about the body? Did you get a call before I got here?”

  Celeste didn’t answer. She knew he didn’t really believe Tomas had contacted her last night. She went to her car and got in. Looking at him, she quirked an eyebrow. “Are you coming?”

  Adam noticed the bright red brand her lowcut shirt revealed. He reached out to touch it. She moved away from him. “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes.” She turned the key.

  He ran around to slide into the car next to her. “Is Al going to meet us?”

  “No.”

  He wondered about her short answers. “Isn’t that the lead he was going to check out?”

  “He was lying. He was leaving us alone. He probably went down to the coffee shop to flirt with the waiter.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Adam was still mulling over the ‘“waiter” comment when Celeste pulled into an empty lot crawling with cops. They barely even acknowledged her as she strolled up to the body. Adam felt his stomach turn as they looked down at the woman.

  Her body had been beaten and sliced. Thin cuts ran up and down her legs. There were bite marks on her breasts, but the fatal cut through the woman’s throat was what shocked Adam the most. They were similar to the wounds Celeste had suffered. Had she really been connected to the killer?

  “Who is he?” Adam asked.

  Celeste stared down at the body. She felt sorrow for a young life snuffed out too soon. “Tomas is one of the fallen. We are connected, but I’m only now beginning to pick up any sort of clues from him. Last night was the strongest one I had gotten so far.” She headed back to her car.

  The police officers ignored them. They were familiar with Celeste being around. They knew her as one of the good guys. Adam Montgomery was a wild card. The police knew he had his hand in most of the crime in Detroit, but they had never found enough evidence to convict. They also knew that it didn’t pay to annoy someone as powerful as Montgomery.

  “Where are we going?”

  Celeste held in a small moan. The brand on her chest was burning. The pain radiated out through her nerves.

  Why do you search for me, sister?

  A voice entered her mind harshly. She blinked and stared out through the windshield. Tomas stood on the other side of the lot. At least his image did. He was somewhere far from her reach.

  A laugh echoed. Of course, I’m not around here. I’m not going to make it easy for you to find me.

  Why did you do this? Celeste’s voice held a hint of anguish.
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br />   You’ve never understood, my dear. Almost since the moment we were banished, you were looking for a way back. I did it because I can.

  This is cruel and wrong, Tomas.

  So was banishing us from Heaven, love. Here on earth, we are gods.

  You are playing at being Him, choosing life or death for your victims.

  It has never been that simple, Celeste.

  “Celeste?” Adam touched her arm. She was staring out the window. What was she thinking? Adam wanted to wrap his arms tightly around her. His body thought it was a good idea. No matter how strong she seemed on the outside, there was a fragile peace held inside her soul. He longed to get close and see if it would calm his heart.

  All of his life, Adam had fought to survive. He had stayed away from using drugs because he saw how it ruined lives, but being the hypocrite he admittedly was, he’d sold them. It was the only way to make a living. Slowly, he had made his way through the ranks of the criminal underworld. Then he was recruited into the Demons. When he became their leader, he turned the gang into a business. Soon, he had everything he wanted—money, power and respect. Who cared if the only reason he had any of it was because people feared him? It was better to have them fear him than to have any of them as friends.

  Then Celeste had strolled into the mayor’s office. His cock had taken notice right away of her firm tits and luscious ass. His mind had found an equal in the quickness of her wit and intelligence. His heart had fallen in love with all of those things plus the gentleness of spirit hidden beneath the hard shell she presented to the world.

  “Celeste?” He tried again.

  She jerked and looked at him. “What?”

  “Where did you go?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “One moment you were here. The next you’re staring like a zombie out the window.”

  “I was thinking about something.” Celeste pulled out onto Woodward Ave. She was heading towards the river.

  Adam’s phone rang. “Montgomery.”

  “There was a hockey game last night.” Jakar said.

  “So?”

  “The woman was seen at the game.”

  “Holy shit. Don’t tell me one of the Red Wings is a serial killer.” Adam was appalled.

  “No. He picks them up at the games. The last victim’s friends reported her missing this morning. They saw her leave with a tall man who might have been blonde.”

  “Any other description?”

  “That’s all our contact could tell us right now. There didn’t seem to be any kind of argument or anything. Nothing to draw attention to them. But no one can give a good description of him.”

  “Damn! Keep our guys out looking. Someone had to have seen something.” Adam hung up. He looked at Celeste. “He’s picking them up at Joe Louis Arena. Weren’t the other ones found the day after a hockey game as well?”

  “So far the deaths correspond with the hockey games. She was probably drunk and wasn’t worried about going with him. That he didn’t seem scary or strange is probably what she would say if she wasn’t dead.”

  “None of them seem strange until you’re tied up and being hacked to death.”

  Celeste headed towards the rink. She nodded. “If all the killers, rapists and molesters of the world looked like they truly were inside, no one would ever be fooled.”

  Adam sank into silence.

  * * * *

  They stood outside the arena. Celeste looked around, trying to find a trace of the killer. Her attention was divided between Adam and Tomas. Adam kept her nipples at attention. Her skin felt hot and itchy. She wanted him. She couldn’t go an hour without remembering his mouth on hers, his body pressed against hers and his cock ramming into her pussy.

  There was no one around. Celeste grabbed Adam’s arm and pulled him into a hidden corner. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him fiercely.

  “Celeste, wait.” Adam pulled away slightly. “Someone might see us.”

  “I know. That’s part of the fun. So what if we’re seen? You don’t want anyone to see your bare ass?”

  “Darling, we can do this without my getting naked.” Adam laughed.

  He ground his hips into hers. She moaned as she felt her shirt being ripped open. Adam pushed her bra up as he continued to thrust his jean-covered cock against her. His rough hands took her breasts captive. He squeezed and massaged them. His fingers plucked her nipples, making them hard.

  He bit her neck gently. Working his way down to her tits, he covered her right nipple with his mouth. He slid his hands down her smooth stomach to the snap on her jeans. Celeste arched her back as his teeth began to nip her.

  Celeste shocked him when she pushed him away. Forcing him to lean back against the wall, she smiled at him. Her lips trailed down his neck. Pushing up his shirt, she rubbed her hands over his well-muscled chest. His small nipples stiffened as she flicked them with her fingernails. He groaned softly. Delighted with his response, Celeste laughed. Kneeling, she met his eyes as she unsnapped his jeans.

  Adam’s green eyes were glowing with passion and something else. Celeste wasn’t sure she wanted to find out what that something else was. How foolish she was to have gotten involved with him. She broke contact and turned her eyes to the cock in front of her.

  She sucked his cock into her warm moist mouth. Licking his shaft like the most favorite of lollipops, she nibbled from the tip to the base, including little tastes of his balls. With each suck, his hips began to move more quickly. Threading his fingers in her silky hair, he began thrusting in earnest.

  Celeste tilted her gaze up to see his face. His head was braced against the cement wall and his lips were pulled back in a grimace. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought he was in pain. But by the speed of his hips, she knew it was only a matter of time before she sucked him dry.

  She built the pressure until Adam couldn’t contain a deep groan. With a deep thrust, his hot cum spurted into her mouth. She swallowed until he was done. One last jerk of his hips and he pulled his cock from her mouth. Sinking down to his knees, he faced her.

  “Why did we come here, Celeste? There are more comfortable places for us to fuck.” Adam asked her.

  Celeste reached out with her senses. There was a trace of Tomas here. He had grabbed the women right outside Joe Louis. The women hadn’t protested or argued and no one remembered seeing a couple fighting. Tomas must have used a little magic to convince them to go with him.

  When the fallen went over to madness, their eyes became black holes sucking all light and color into them. Tomas couldn’t hide who and what he was from mortals unless he used some of his power to disguise his intention. Like all fallen, he was incredibly handsome and could act normal to achieve his goal, but using power left traces for Celeste to follow. She could only hope she was able to find Tomas before he killed again.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Tomas was here.” Celeste stood up, fixed her shirt and buttoned her jeans up. She gestured for Adam to stand up. Moving to the sidewalk, she looked south.

  “We know that. He picks them up at games.”

  “No, he picked the last one up at this entrance.” She circled slowly, like a bloodhound looking for a scent.

  “How do you know?” Adam sounded skeptical.

  “I can feel him. Your climax helped me grab a trace of him. He took her and headed south.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  Celeste glanced at him for a moment. Shrugging, she faced south again. “I can’t build my power in the normal way.”

  “The normal way?”

  “I can’t pray to Him for help. Why would He want to help me? So I get my power in other ways.”

  Adam frowned. “What other ways?”

  “Usually from sex. I harness it until I need it.”

  “Right.” Adam didn’t sound convinced.

  “Well, there are less pleasurable ways to gather power, but I choose to do it without har
ming the other person. Angels aren’t supposed to cause harm, unless they’re fallen.”

  “If I accept that you’re a fallen angel, then I have to accept the fact that you will never need me.”

  Celeste frowned at him. “Never need you? I need you to help me find Tomas.”

  “No, you don’t. I’m sure you can trace him no matter what happens to me. You can use any man as long as he’s willing to have sex with you.” Bitterness filled his voice.

  “You’re right, I don’t need you specifically, but since I pant after you like a bitch in heat, I might as well enjoy myself. It was the orgasm you gave me in the limo that allowed me to connect with Tomas for the first time the other night. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to see where he was.”

  “That’s why you brought me here. We’ll have a little fun, I’ll get a blowjob, you’ll get some power and we’ll find Tomas.” Adam stalked out of the alley. He turned back when he realized that she wasn’t following him. “Aren’t you coming? Haven’t you figured out where he is? That way you won’t have to touch or deal with me anymore.”

  “What the hell is your problem? I thought you were the one who always wanted no strings attached. You never wanted to get involved in a real relationship with anyone.” Celeste was puzzled. What had happened in Adam’s mind to make him start acting like a spoiled brat? He was getting mind-blowing sex with someone who wasn’t going to stick around afterwards. Wasn’t that every man’s dream?

  She couldn’t believe he was so angry. She was offering what he had always said he wanted—sex without attachments. Was he upset because he knew he wasn’t going to be the one walking away? She knew there was power in being the one to make the decision to end it. He would have no control over the way the relationship would go. Having always been in charge of his life ever since he ran away from his foster home, she knew Adam wouldn’t deal well with her making the decision to end it.

  Celeste caught up to him but didn’t say anything to him. She slid into her car. He stood outside and stared down at her.

  “Are you coming with me?”