“I’m the hunter,” Elena reminded him. “I should go first.”
“Of course you may go first. When I am dead.”
[Elena] Raphael, in case you’re getting ideas – I won’t be this civilized if you decide you need a concubine. In fact, it’s a good bet I’ll turn homicidal.
He didn’t look up from his conversation with Astaad as he said, A pity, in that cool “Archangel” tone of his. I will now have to ask the pilot to empty the hold of my chosen females.
[Elena] We’re going to have to talk about this new sense of humor of yours.
You are wearing no panties with another male in the room? Raphael ran his hand down Elena’s spine and over her lower curves, searching for lines and finding nothing but firm feminine flesh. You truly aren’t.
Elena’s shoulders shook, deep creases in her cheeks. Oh, my God, you’re scandalized! Eyes tearing up in the effort to fight her laughter, she pressed her hands to his chest and stared down at the floor. Should I tell you I did find a way to wear a knife? In a thigh sheath.
[ Raphael] Of course you did. What do panties matter so long as you have your steel.
“Eternity would mean nothing without you. For no power on this earth would I trade my Elena.”
“You ever taunt me with Tasha again,” she said in a harsh whisper when they broke the kiss to gasp for air, “and I will geld you.”
Raphael winced. “That would take at least a day to repair. Are you sure you want to lose my….attributes for that long?”
“My mother,” he said, “has invited us to a ball.”
Elena pulled a blade from one of the butter-soft forearm sheaths that had been a gift from Raphael. “Excuse me while I stab myself in the eyes-and disembowel myself while I’m at it.”
“I could kiss you forever,” she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. “I love feeling you against me.”
“You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.”
Arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed his temple. “I’m sorry I scared you.” It wasn’t the done thing for an archangel to admit fear, but he was hers, and she’d hurt him without meaning to; it was up to her to fix her mistake.
His wings shifted, but he didn’t extricate their bodies. “I didn’t know fear until you, Elena. Use the power wisely.”
Rising above the squadrons, so he was visible to all, he raised his arm and his sword. “This is our land,” he said, augmenting his voice so it’d reach every man and woman, mortal and immortal, who’d fight this day. “We will not be intimidated, and we will not surrender. We did not begin this war, but we will end it!” A roar shook the world, arms and voices raised in solidarity. (Wow! Reminds me somewhat of Aragorn’s rousing speech in The Return of the King)