” His fingers closed around the flute, holding it trapped in both fists. Alluna swallowed and touched the dragon pendant that Mama had placed aroun... her neck. She had been playing the Dragon’s Lure the day Zak had come to her. He’d fallen unwittingly under her spell. “I know now you didn’t mean to do it. You didn’t mean to cast a spell on me, but I could have fought it. I’m an Alpha Angel. Perhaps not the most powerful of the seven, but one of them regardless.” His eyes grew more intense, and. His slim fingers teased the sides of her breasts, gently squeezing her tits and dragging the nails across her thin tank top.Her breath quickened with her aching cunt as her nipples hardened through her flimsy bra. Seeing her hard nipples poking through her shirt, he gently pinched them and was thusly rewarded with a throaty moan.“Moan for me! Yeah, that’s it! You like it when daddy plays with your tits? Would you like it if he started sucking on your nipples baby?” Antonio’s deep voice rasped. It was almost like she’d grown up with them, like they’d shared everything that had happened to her. And in a way, they had. They’d been there through every traumatic moment in her life. Bono was a surrogate father, helping to fortify her moral backbone, giving her a vision of how things might be. Edge was her unbridled passion, her soaring hopes and dreams. And Adam, with the amazingly perfect biceps; he was her heartbeat, her rhythm, her grounding. Opening her eyes and smiling at her. Of course, she admitted to herself, the average theological seminary was probably a better party school than the U of C was. She had a calculus course Saturday morning, but she was prepared for it. This was Friday night, and she was going to have a Friday night for once.She had her hair down, literally as well as figuratively. She had her old contacts in. She would wear her tightest jeans and a Missou T-shirt -- extra small -- she had bought at the bookstore just this morning. She was already.