Fallen Angel: A Post-Apocalyptic Paranormal Romance (The Wickedest Witch Book 3) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Fallen Angel (The Wickedest Witch Book 3)

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Author’s Notes

  The Empress of Mysth

  More Books by Meg Xuemei X

  FALLEN ANGEL

  The Wickedest Witch Book 3

  Meg Xuemei X

  Fallen Angel (The Wickedest Witch Book 3) © 2018 by Meg Xuemei X

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  The novel is a work of fiction. Any and all characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or events or places is merely coincidence. Novel intended for adults only.

  Table of Contents

  Fallen Angel (The Wickedest Witch Book 3)

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Author’s Notes

  Sneak Peek of The Empress of Mysth

  More Books by Meg Xuemei X

  About the Author

  Fallen Angel (The Wickedest Witch Book 3)

  The Wickedest Witch and her captain rescued me from the supernatural prison of the Vampire Tower. To return the favor and get them off the doomed planet, I made a pact with the Furies, only to be tricked into separating from my mate.

  When I finally return to my witch, she's become the empire's most desired bachelorette, with an army of suitors outside her royal palace.

  I'm Archangel Gabriel. I won't allow anyone, man or monster, to take my fated mate from me.

  PART I

  1

  The Angel

  We hadn’t won the day, though we’d escaped the Vampire Tower through Nightshades’ sacrifice.

  Kaara was in a coma, and we were still stuck on Pandemonium.

  But now, I had Fiammetta in my arms. The agony of being apart from her was like a plague, and I’d do anything to prevent it from coming back.

  I pinned her wrists over her head as I cupped my hand around her bountiful breast. She writhed beneath me, her eyes glowing silver with lust.

  I spread her legs, mounted her, and thrust into her tight channel.

  She gasped. I loved the sound. Did she remember she’d always made that rough, breathless, erotic sound whenever I’d first penetrated her? I drove into her repeatedly, pounding between her thighs.

  This felt better than roaming the sky and riding the wind.

  My body caged hers. The ice-witch melted, and fire coursed under her skin, her flames attempting to lick me. I fucked her harder, and her scent of night blossom, ice, and fire twirled around me, imprinting me.

  I plunged into her sweet depth, faster and harder, to assure she was real and mine.

  Moaning breathlessly, she bucked her hips up to meet my rhythm beat for beat. No female had ever given me such intense pleasure. This was the fuck I’d been seeking for an eon.

  “More,” she cried, her skin burning like she had a fever.

  Mating fever.

  I was burning as well, burning for her.

  I thrust into her with abandon. “Is this too hard for you, witch?”

  “Do your worst, Angel!”

  Never fails to challenge me!

  I unleashed my power and drove into her molten fire, until her mind surrendered to her body.

  She sobbed as she came. Her inner muscles milked my cock with long spasms. I could no longer resist but plunged through her waves of orgasm and spilled my seed.

  This is the mate I’ll spend my eternity with.

  Fully relaxed, my witch laid her head on my chest, her soft body lying on my feathers. She was weaker than before since she’d shed too much blood to keep Kaara alive.

  Fiammetta’s magic was tied to her witch blood, especially her TimeFire. When her blood thinned too much, the flame in her wouldn’t rise. Without it, she couldn’t open the portal. Even my Archangel’s Flame couldn’t fuel hers if she lost any more blood.

  “We need to get up, baby,” I said, no matter how unwilling I was to let her leave my arms. “We need to visit the Furies while Akem is occupied with putting out the fire.”

  During my prisoner days in the Vampire Tower, I’d learned that the Furies were his unwilling slaves.

  “Put on a gown but don’t wear panties,” I said. “I want to fuck you in the sky when we come back.”

  Her gray eyes flashed a silver fire.

  With Fia in my arms, I flew toward the jungle. She gave my wings a few glances while I let fire spark on my feathers. She didn’t seem impressed but snuggled closer against me.

  Through our bond, I felt that she wanted my cock inside her again.

  I chuckled. “Now isn’t the time for that. As I said, after we return, I’ll fuck you long and hard.”

  She hissed. “That’s not what I have in mind. You can’t just assume you know all about me.”

  I only laughed more. My witch was demur when she wasn’t in bed.

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bsp; She looked down with fascination at the half-scorched city blurring beneath us. My witch loved riding the wind, just like me.

  In the belly of the jungle, fire and smoke twirled into the air, caused by a meteoroid hit.

  I’d briefly told Fia about the Furies’ visit.

  The three Furies were actually one woman, who had been cursed to take on the beastly forms.

  “Daily isn’t happy about that,” I said.

  Fia raised an eyebrow. “Who would be happy to be cursed?”

  That look made my cock grow hard in my trousers. She sensed my male need and smiled, her hand gliding along the ridge of my wing, sending tiny electric shocks all over me.

  “Stop it while I’m flying.” I shivered. “Or I’ll have to fuck you right now.” I squeezed her against me. “Maybe we should go back to bed.”

  “We’ll never leave.”

  “A taste then.”

  I freed a hand and thrust two fingers into her wet, plump pussy.

  A lustful moan left her lips. After a few hard thrusts, I pulled out my fingers and licked her juice. “You taste like honeysuckle, baby. Let’s get this business with the Furies done and return to the tower. I can’t wait to lick you all over.”

  “Whatever you want, Angel,” she purred, and my cock jerked.

  The Furies shrieked, ruining the mood.

  I tugged Fiammetta tightly to me, an angelblade in my hand.

  My mate’s darkness swirled in the air, hissing in a battle mode.

  2

  The Witch

  The Furies’ screams hurt my eardrums, far more than Gabriel’s roar when he’d come hard inside me while we’d been in the shuttle. I doubted any sound could be harsher than theirs. That was probably one of their curses, too, besides their hideous beast forms with gorgeous human women’s faces half-masked by scales.

  “Keep your distance, Furies!” Gabriel shouted. “Any closer, and I’ll take it as an aggressive act against my mate and me.”

  They shrieked once more, and just before I tossed my icy storm at them, they halted, breathing out puffs of black fire.

  Wickedest Witch, you should not come, one of them said in my head.

  I had allowed that, or she wouldn’t have gotten past my shield.

  Gabriel couldn’t hear her. He had a cautious expression on his handsome face, as he focused on defending me should the Furies attack. His massive wings flapped just enough to keep us afloat, an admirable skill.

  “Why shouldn’t I come?” I asked. “If you have anything to say, you can say it in front of both of us.”

  I can’t speak in this form, said the middle Fury, and your Archangel is born with a natural mental barrier.

  That was why Prince Desdemona and his sister couldn’t completely compel Gabriel, even though they’d pumped half of their venom into Gabriel’s veins.

  “I can block you as well,” I said.

  But you won’t, said the Fury.

  “My mate said whatever you have to say, you should say it aloud in front of me!” Gabriel said. “I demand respect.”

  One of the Furies rolled her eyes.

  Follow me, the middle Fury said, and the three Furies beat their wings as one, turned sharply, and flew north.

  “Follow them,” I said.

  “This had better be good.” Gabriel grunted. “If there’s a trap, or if any harm comes to you, I—”

  I interrupted his threat. “Shush, Gabriel. We came to talk to them, not to make enemies out of them.”

  He brushed a gentle kiss against my earlobe, and I shivered with pleasure. “It’s just a strategy,” he whispered. “They desperately need me to be their messenger. We must get as much out of them as possible before I’ll promise anything.”

  “Your strategy might not work on Pandemonium,” I said. “We have different rules here. Plus, when my fire probed them, I sensed old magic. The Furies will most likely require a blood oath if we deal with them.”

  “They mentioned that last time,” Gabriel said. “But if the deal doesn’t favor us, we don’t take it.”

  The Furies stopped at the north verge of the jungle, out of the range of the City of Nine. They glanced at us over their shoulders before merging into one and landing.

  Gabriel alighted after them, so smoothly I didn’t even feel that we had touched down. He didn’t let me go once we were on the ground. His hand wrapped around my waist; his other hand held an angelblade, and his wings formed a protective half-ring around me.

  I placed my hand on his arm. “One naked redhead isn’t going to harm me.”

  “Even a sheep on Pandemonium has cannibal fangs,” he said.

  “Please,” the naked woman said, and when she stopped rolling her wine-red eyes, they toned down to ice blue.

  She was tall and voluptuous.

  I should have brought her some clothes, but when Gabriel had told me the Furies were one naked woman, I’d worried that he’d somehow lost his mind, like so many others had here.

  Like a magician, he pulled something out of the inner pocket of his trench coat and grinned at me. It was a robe I used to wear. He tossed it to the woman.

  I didn’t mind him giving her the robe; it was a kind act, but shouldn’t he give me a heads-up before he took my stuff? He was the one who kept saying there should be no secrets between us.

  The woman put on the robe swiftly. “Thank you,” she said, her voice strange and hoarse. She might not have physically spoken to anyone for a long time.

  When I stared at her pointed ears, Gabriel followed the line of my sight.

  “She looks like an Earth Fey,” he said.

  “I’m not from Earth,” the women said.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  “He didn’t even tell you about me?” she asked, deep disapproval in her tone. “I’m Daisy. I’m half-Fey, half-Dragon. I don’t have much time for a Q&A.”

  “You said the same thing last time,” Gabriel said.

  “Do you have to interrupt me every two seconds, Archangel?” Daisy said. “If you’d brought your witch up to date, I wouldn’t have to waste time on introductions. I’ve used up over a minute already due to your negligence. And now I have less than four minutes left in this form.”

  “Your story isn’t consistent,” Gabriel said. “In the Vampire Tower, you said you’re allowed to stay in your human form for an hour every day in the jungle. Outside of it, you have one minute. This isn’t going to work if you lie to us.”

  Ever since he’d acknowledged our matehood, Gabriel had tried his best not to rile me up. He saved that for others now, and I didn’t know how to take that.

  “I have one minute in my human form in the City of Nine, five minutes at the edge of the jungle—where we are now, and an hour in my chamber in the belly of the jungle!” Daisy said with irritation.

  “Then why don’t we all go to your chamber?” Gabriel asked.

  “Absolutely not!” Daisy said. “I’m not going to invite anyone to my haunt.”

  “Why the hell not?” Gabriel demanded. “We need more time to question you on the portal. If you want me to help you, you need to prove you’re a valuable ally and that your information is accurate.”

  “Even if I agree to take you to my private chamber,” Daisy said. “Akem’s spies will see you. If it weren’t for the fire today that disturbed him—it’s the first time a meteorite ever hit the center of his realm—he would know that I’m meeting with you. If he finds out, he’ll chain me at the bottom of a lake inside a cave.”

  “Then we’d better use the rest of the time wisely,” Gabriel said. “You mentioned there’s an issue with my mate’s portal. What’s the problem?”

  “I won’t tell you unless you vow a blood oath to me to help me first,” Daisy said.

  “How do I know your intel is even useful?” Gabriel sneered. “We aren’t desperate. I’m not going to strike a deal with you for some garbage intelligence.”

  Daisy fixed her eyes on me. “Your true name is Athena—the cro
wn princess to an empire. I saw you come through the portal that you opened, with a farewell party on the other side. You told them, ‘So he won’t find me, and I won’t endanger the realm. That’s my duty.’ A woman cried. ‘What if you don’t survive? You don’t need to do this, Athena. We’ll figure out a way. We’ll hide you somewhere else.’ Others tried to hold her back, as she tried to follow you through the gateway. The First Seer was with her, since her name was mentioned. The Seer said, ‘You must let go of Princess Athena, Queen Faya. There’s no other way.’ She then shouted at you, ‘Seal it, Athena. Now! He’s turning to you! And you can’t remember this until the time comes.’ An intense firestorm burst out of you, knocking you out, and shutting down the portal.”

  I swallowed. The Fury hadn’t lied. My guts told me so, and my heart ached.

  All these years I had assumed otherwise. I’d been all about going back to revenge those who had wronged me, but it turned out I was the one who had erased my own memories to protect my realm, because of one formidable enemy.

  Who could be so powerful that I’d had to exile myself and hide in the past on Pandemonium?

  Gabriel squeezed me to him to comfort me. “The time has come. I’m with you now. I won’t let the bastard you’ve been hiding from get to you. We’ll go through the portal and find my ship. I’ll lead a fleet to blast the motherfucker into oblivion. No one hunts my mate.”

  “You can’t go home by way of the portal you formerly opened,” Daisy said. “But I won’t tell you more before you vow a blood oath.”

  “What’s the blood oath?” I asked.

  “I won’t get to the details unless you promise to do it,” Daisy said.

  I sighed. “What can be worse than being stuck here?”

  “My mate won’t swear any fucking oath,” Gabriel said. “She’ll be bound to no obligations. She’ll remain free. You want anyone to do your dirty work, I’ll do it. But we’ll map out the details first. Only after you help us get out of Pandemonium will my oath come to effect.”

  “Gabriel—” I started.

  “Trust me, baby,” he said.

  I pressed a hand against his face. “You alone aren’t making any decision for us.”