Page 159 of The Phoenix


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“You didn’t answer. How?”

“Turns out I have a life to share. Don’t waste it being grumpy. The thing is, you might also be the Guardian of Time now. I don’t think so. I just gave you the brio of life. It’s not a package deal. Not sure how this works, but there you go.”

She pulled away. “I need to find a successor Guardian of Time, someone to read the River Am. Gotta think on it.”

Ohngel scrubbed a fist across his blurry eyes. “I have no idea what you’re chatting about, Indy. Why the fuck am I awake? What did you do? Where am I?”

He glanced around. They were in his bed in Angor. How?

“Ask your pesky questions later.” She reached into his pants and grabbed his cock. “I want this inside me.”

Ohngel couldn’t fight the rock-hard erection which sprang to life in Indigo’s hand. Damn. He shoved his pants down his legs. Thank goodness, she was already naked.

No foreplay.

Rolling Indy under him, he settled his heavy weight onto his female. When the crown of his shaft hit her wet, ready sex, he pistoned his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. Rocking back and forth, he groaned as the friction turned him into a mindless beast.

She responded, her legs locking around his ass, her nails scraping his flesh, her pleas for more.

Gods. Goddesses.

She was all he wanted.

Harder, she cried into his mind, their connection again strong.

He pulled out, slamming in again, his need to consume her fierce. She was life. She was his.

Ohngel latched onto her breast, licking, sucking, nipping. He moved on to capture her mouth, his tongue mimicking his hip action.

He broke away. “Fuck, Indy. I’m coming.”

“Yes. I’m with you.”

He pumped hard and fast, his seed spilling in waves as she screamed his name. Her muscles clenched tight around his cock, possessive, consuming.

They lay in each other’s arms, their hearts beating a rapid staccato, their breathing strained, their bodies sweaty.

Then Indy burst into tears. “I’ve missed you. I never expected to see you again.”

He rolled them so she lay atop him. Cradling her head, he stroked her hair, whispering, “I will be with you always.”

“About that,” she said.

Chapter Thirty-Five

“Explain.” Ohngel tipped up Indy’s chin with a thumb and forefinger until their eyes met.

Before she answered, another voice zeroed into his head. Ohngel.

They had company. Though his cock worked surprisingly well when he awoke from the coma, his legs were wobbly. He swung them over the side of the bed, determined to greet his caller standing.

“Get dressed, Indy.”

She didn’t hesitate, stepping into her skirt and sliding her top over her head.

A mental knock struck his mind’s door again. What? he asked.

I won’t disturb you in your chambers. Meet me. I bear a message from the OneCreator.

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