You sat there, mascara smeared down your cheeks from your tears. Grief gripped your heart as the thought crossed your mind once more.
Gabriel is dead.
Lucifer had killed him a gathering he was posing as his alter ego Loki, the Trickster.
Curling your fingers your dark brown hair, you gripped your angel blade tightly in the other hand.
You couldn't bear life without him.
Then there came a knock at the door.
Standing there with an annoyed look on her face was the hundred year old witch, Rowena.
Sexy as hell with that ruby hair and cocky attitude, she had one hand on her hip the other on the door frame.
"Asena, darling. Gonna let me in?"
"No," you growled sarcastically," unless you want to see the shadow of my wings on the floor."
Shocked, she righted herself and said,"Oh no, dearie. That won't do. A certain someone who sent moi wouldn't appreciate that."
Letting herself in -walking as her natural, graceful self- Rowena turned a heated, lustful glare into your direction.
"Besides, you, my darling, look like you could use some cheering up."
Closing the door with magic, she glanced down at her hand as she sat down on the bed, drawing small circles on it with a red fingernail.
"I already owe ya' a wee bitty favor. Count this as me repayin' ya' ?"
She patted the bed beside her, eyes glowing a mystic green, then pink.
"Hm?"
Suddenly aroused by both magic and anger, you charged toward her as she stood.
Lips meshed together roughly, and the elder pitchfork the initiative with an age old expertise.
Submitting almost immediately with a moan, you curled the fingers of your empty hand into her hair and tugged gently.
She sighed as she pulled away from you, making you whine.
"Now, love, drop that wee angel blade fer me, will ya' ?"
Not caring in the least, you did and you stomach flipped when she smiled.
"Good girl. Off to bed."
Crawling on the bed, you felt a weight follow behind you. Rowena grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled.
"Sweet child. Mine."
You rolled over just for her to be on top of you, kissing and biting your neck.
You moaned when her teeth grazed the sweet spot in your shoulder.
She laughed as she bit into the bundle of nerves again, making you arc, and one of her hands slid between your thighs.
Rubbing your clit through your jeans, Rowena leaned back to whisper in your ear.
"Just ya' wait, love. Fer when I'm ready, yer gonna scream."
She took your earlobe between her teeth and tugged, her other hand now working the button of your jeans.
"Rowena, please."
Moaning at your plea, she tore away your jeans, revealing your lack of undergarments.
She stared.
"Always prepared, right?" you mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
Suddenly, your core was filled with two long fingers that were pumping hard.
The pleasure caused your hips to rise as gasps left your lips. You came on her hand faster than you had for anyone.
Chuckling, Rowena licked her fingers.
"That's not all Ive got fer you."
You watched as she leaned down to luck you, first teasing, then deeper.
Soon she was working you with an expertise only a hundred years could give. Dipping and thrusting her tongue in over and over, she sent you screaming over the edge.
"By the way, luv. Gabriel isn't dead."
Then she disappeared, leaving half naked and soaked on a motel room bed.
