Her Black Heart (The Dark Amulet Series Book 2) Read Online Free

breasts.
    “You’ll understand in time. Now, shall we begin the ritual?”
    “Please,” Amalya said.
    Elliott started to get up again. “Stay down, angel. You are to remain on your knees and don’t look at her. Excellent. Amalya the Redeemer, stand here.” Deus indicated the spot directly in front of her angel. His eyes wandered up her body. “Eyes on the floor, Elliott the Redeemer. You’ve never followed directions well.”
    “Sorry.”
    “Do you have any questions before we begin?” Deus asked.
    Amalya raised her hand. “Um, I have one. What should I call you? I mean, how should I address you?”
    “Any way you wish. Formalities aren’t required.”
    “Okay. Deus then?”
    “This would please me.” He stayed silent for a moment. “No more questions? All right.”
    The Creator placed a hand on Elliott’s shoulder. He started glowing until he was enveloped in brilliant light. The effect caused his facial features to look washed out. Ribbons of light emerged, weaving themselves around her legs, arms then the rest of her body. The diamonds sparkled. Heat flooded to her lower belly; the sensation caused an erotic tightening of muscles at the apex of her legs. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back and enjoyed the feeling.
    Oh, God.
    What was happening? Who cared?
    Curious to know the expression on Elliott’s face, she brought her head upright and opened her eyes. She had to look down to see him. She was suspended about ten feet off the floor. Her wings spread wide.
    He was looking at the floor, Deus by his side, still in the same position as before. How long was this supposed to last? Her body turned a vertical flip. The jewelry jangled. She pushed her arms straight out. This whole thing was weird, but she liked it.
    Amalya floated down. The light ribbons released and retreated inside Elliott. She smiled at him even though he couldn’t see her face.
    Deus spoke for the first time since the ritual started. “Amalya, you’re unfamiliar with the Arcadian language, so I’ll shall speak the supplication in English. Dearly beloved, we are gathered—just kidding.” Amalya giggled. Deus cleared his throat. “Elliott the Redeemer, do you wish to pledge your love to this female, bring forth with her the gift of life, and be not her equal.”
    What? Be not her equal? Um…
    “I do,” Elliott said.
    I’ll bet.
    “Amalya the Redeemer, do you wish to pledge your love to this male, bring forth with him the gift of life, and accept his unyielding surrender.”
    “Um…okay,” she laughed. “I do, I mean.”
    “Excellent.” The deity slammed a book closed, one that he hadn’t been holding the entire time, transformed into a ball of light, and shrunk until he disappeared. Elliott sprung off the floor.
    “Surrender?” She raised an eyebrow.
    He rolled his eyes with a smirk. “Don’t rub it in.” Her mate sauntered toward her. He grabbed the end of her waist jewelry, reined her in, and kissed her.
    “Does this mean you’re my bitch now?” she said against his mouth.
    He sighed. “Yes. But that doesn’t mean I’ll kiss your sweet behind all the time.”
    She pursed her lips and looked at him out of the corner of an eye. “How about right now?”
    With low lidded eyes he said, “Oh. Yeaaah.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    Aza’zel
     
    Aza’zel, found himself inside a dank place that stunk of human excrement. He’d concentrated on the human, Julia, like Deus had told him and reappeared in a ruined structure. The ceiling above was cracked and leaked water. He crinkled his nose. An ammonia smell was also present. His eyes watered.
    What is this hellhole?
    The odor reminded him of the Void in Netherworld.
    He inhaled. Julia was definitely there; he knew her scent, not by name, but aroma. How could he forget what she smelled like? He’d thought of her often ever since meeting her. When he first saw her, she’d been an innocent child. Their last encounter occurred after