by G. Bailey
A perfect mix of danger and beauty in one precarious boy. My heart never stood a chance when it came to Claus Lucifer.
“Is this your flat?” I ask before blowing on the drink to cool it.
“Yes, this is our flat when we are in hell. Our father never lets us stay more than a week at a time,” he explains to me as I sip the drink, and then I keep drinking as it tastes amazing. Before I’ve realised it, my hangover is gone as is the drink.
“I wonder why,” I ask as I put the cup down. “And thank you for the drink. I needed it.”
“Oh, I know. It’s because we gain power while we are down here. Our demon side can’t help it in some respect,” he explains to me, and I guess that makes sense. Lucifer wouldn’t want his sons to challenge him. He has hardly taken Morgan’s challenge well. The entire city of hell is buzzing with news of the fight and how the arena has been opened up, and thousands of seats are being made as the arena is updated. The news just makes me itchy, and the fact Lucifer just sits on his roof, watching us constantly like the stalker he is.
“Show me your demon side,” I suddenly ask Claus.
“If I do that, my demon will want to mate, and I don’t know how you feel about that,” he warns, but a deeper part of me just gets excited.
“Don’t you?” I ask, swinging my legs over Claus, and he grips my hips. “I chose you as my mate a long time ago, and it’s not going to change anytime soon. Plus, my demon can play too.” I reach to the back of my neck and unclip my necklace before taking it off and letting it fall to the floor as my demon side takes over my body and appearance. When I look back, Claus has changed before my eyes. His black hair is now blond, and two black horns with symbols on them stretch out of his head, curling around his ears before facing up. His eyes are completely green, and his nails dig into my skin as he leans closer.
“Kiss me because you love me, my mate,” Claus beckons me with his softly spoken demand.
Without needing to think about it, I kiss him as he rips a line down my shirt, letting it fall off me onto the sofa. His hands tear the rest of my clothes off before he lays me down on the sofa and then takes his clothes off. I lean up, taking his hard cock into my hand, carefully keeping my long nails out of the way, and slowly stroking him, enjoying the groans of bliss escaping his lips. With more control than I have, he makes his hand turn back to normal before cupping me, and slowly sliding a finger inside me. His thumb finds my clit as we enjoy each other, and my back arches off the sofa.
Both of our controls last very little time at all before he’s removing his hand and replacing it with his cock. He glides into me as he lies down on top of me, and I moan as I wrap my legs around him. With guided pleasure, he thrusts in and out of me, and my nails graze down his back as I edge nearer to the orgasm that is so close. His teeth graze my neck, and just as I tighten around him, crashing into my orgasm, he bites down, making the pain and pleasure sweetly mix together as our mating bond slams into us. He fills me with his come as we complete our mating, and I cry out from the pure, perfect pleasure of the moment. My arm burns at the same time Claus swears under his breath, pulling out of me and shifting back. I look down to see a third horse appearing on my arm, and I’m not even shocked anymore.
“Nick told me about this, but we need to find out why,” Claus comments, gesturing to our new horse markings before picking me up and taking my arm in his hand, pressing a sweet kiss near the horse.
“Are you two coming to bed?” Nick’s voice echoes around the room, and we both look over to him. Claus pulls his gaze to me and slowly runs his finger across my lips.
“Want to go to bed, beautiful?” he asks. Keeping my eyes on Nick, I kiss Claus’s finger and grin.
“Always, but I’m not tired,” I honestly reply.
“Neither am I,” Nick replies with his own smirk as I stand up, completely naked, and walk my way past him into their bedroom, where I learn two mates are better than one.
Chapter 67
The romance award goes to Mr. Morganach
Darting to the left, I briefly miss Claus’s strike before I spin around him and kick him in the back, sending him flying across the mat. He rolls to a stop, looking up with a deadly grin that falls when Nick blows the whistle, and Claus sees his foot is outside the white ring. Biting my lip, I try to hold in a chuckle as I run my eyes over my mate’s sweat-covered shirt that is sticking to his muscular body a little too well.
“You’re getting too good at this,” Claus comments as some of the students clap. Before I even glance at the door, I know he is here. Morgan walks in, every footstep making the students all but rush to be out of his way. Nick and Claus move close to me, doing the opposite of every smart person in here.
“You could never beat me. Want to try?” Morgan asks, crossing his arms against his tight grey shirt. I can’t read his expression or who exactly Morgan is being right in this second. He is lost once again, but if this is how he wants to play, then sure.
I’ve played the games of angels and demons for a while now, and so far, I’ve never wanted to stop. Nick takes two steps right in front of Morgan, and they both stare each other down.
“If you hurt her, fallen angel or not, I will fucking kill you,” Nick warns. Claus leans down, very slowly pressing his lips to my cheek before straightening up. He doesn’t need to say anything to Morgan, his body language is saying every word for him.
“Noted,” Morgan replies. Nick throws his sword to Morgan before kissing my cheek and walking off. The entire room empties, and Claus and Nick are the last ones to leave, slamming the doors shut.
“Seems someone wants us to be alone,” Morgan drawls.
With a smile, I tilt my head to the side. “I like my teacher alone time.”
“I’m not a teacher anymore,” he replies with a small smirk.
“Depends if you’re going to teach me anything today, doesn’t it?” I ask, teasing him a little bit.
“Are we going to talk all day, or are you going to show me what you’ve learnt?” he asks, sounding bored. With a low chuckle, I nod my head and try to push back my worry about Morgan keeping his feelings locked up a little too tightly in his chest.
I’m not going to let him take them out on me this time though. He has done far too much of that in the past, and if we are going to have a future where he is telling me the truth about being his mate, then we need to find a healthy way to deal with our emotions. Morgan hits first, and I block him, feeling the rattle of the power of his hit against my sword all the way down my arm. Using my speed, I jump around to his side and try to catch him off guard, only he is smarter than that, and for the next five minutes, he blocks me time and time again. I sense the second he is on the offensive, as he changes suit from blocking to attacking. I hold him off the best I can, though he is far more skilled than I am, and by the time he knocks the sword out of my grasp, I’m breathing heavily and a thin line of sweat is crawling down the back of my sports bra. Morgan holds the sword up, pressing the tip into the middle of my chest as I freeze.
“You won’t hurt me. You regret every single time you’ve lost your temper before this moment. I’ve forgiven you for it, and you hate that about me. You hate that I forgive you time and time again. You hate that I love you and I’ve already forgiven you for anything you’ve done in the past,” I say, knowing every single word is true.
“I don’t hate you, and that is the problem. It’s always been the problem.” He steps closer as he lowers the sword before throwing it away. He cups my cheeks with his hands, and I reach up, brushing away a few locks of his hair so I can really see his eyes.
Forest green. Beautiful enough to get lost in, just like a forest I’d wander through as a kid. Only I’m not a kid lost in a forest now, I’m a woman who has chosen where she wants to stay and get lost in forever.
“I don’t see it as a problem, more of a solution, because I’ve always felt the same way,” I whisper, and he leans closer, our lips an inch away from each other. I can almost
taste his peppermint breath, and I long to lean in, to see how he really tastes.
“I worry that I can’t protect you from myself. If you’re my mate, you are trapped with me,” he honestly tells me. Honest. Hopeful. Regretful. It’s all there in bucket loads, and damn I love it.
I love him.
“Then let me in the cage, because I want to be there, and I damn well can protect myself,” I tell him, and then I kiss him, letting all my frustration and love pour into every kiss, every swipe of my lips against his. He groans, his hands sliding from my cheeks into my hair, before roughly pulling me closer to him. His body presses into mine, his hardness presses into my stomach with every battle of lips against mine. Morgan lets me go only to take my hand and lead me out the room and into the shower rooms behind the gym. He locks the door before switching the shower on and kissing me, not bothering to remove my clothes as he pushes me against the shower room wall. The hot water sprays down on us as I rip his shirt open, and he pushes his shorts down. He leans back, letting me see all of him in the water, the droplets running down his chest. His black hair is such a contrast to the rest of him, and yet it makes him so handsome. His cock is hard and longer than I’m used to, but it’s Morgan’s eyes I struggle to look away from.
He loves me. I can see it. No matter how messed up our lives might become and how crazy our past is, it doesn’t matter. Love is tricky, especially for an angel and a demon.
But it is oh so worth every bit of it. I tug my sports bra off before pushing down my leggings and panties in one go, leaving them on the floor as I let Morgan really see me.
“You are fucking beautiful, Alexandria,” he tells me before lowering himself to his knees in front of me, bowing his head. “Will you take me as your mate? I promise to always protect you, to never let you down and to forever love you, Alexandria Cameron.”
“It was always a yes,” I tell him, and he looks up at me. For the first time, I see something he hasn’t shown me since falling to hell.
Hope.
His hands grip my hips as he moves forward, and I part my legs just as he parts my lips, and his tongue finds my clit. I moan, my head falling back onto the wall as he controls me effortlessly, his fingers gripping my ass as I’m lost in the sensation, so close to the brink of pleasure. Just before I come, he stops, and I try not to pout as he kisses his way up my stomach, taking time to fondle and caress my nipples before he picks me up. Slamming his lips on mine, he slides into me, filling me up in the best way. His thrusts become unforgiving as he drives into me, his lips controlling mine, his body feeling like he is taking my soul. It doesn’t take long before I’m crashing into an orgasm, the pleasure making my back arch into him and moans escape my lips that echo around the room.
The second Morgan finishes, I feel the mating bond snapping into place as he spills into me. I moan into his mouth as our connection snaps into place, and I feel closer to Morgan than ever before. A few seconds later, a burning pain blisters on my arm, and I’m not too surprised to see Morgan lift his arm as a horse tattoo burns its place into his wrist.
“You don’t look surprised,” Morgan notes as I lift my arm, seeing there are now four horses in a line down my wrist.
“I don’t know what it means, but it happens with mating,” I explain, and he nods, lowering me to the floor. After we shower off, we find some towels and hang our clothes up before heading to the sauna in the back. Morgan tugs me with him as he lies down on the benches, the warm steam filling the room. “Are you okay with me having four mates?”
“Claus, Nikoli and the wolf are tolerable,” Morgan mumbles. “I’ve known they would be in your life for a long time. I may not have liked it, but now it is more protection for the queen of hell. That I cannot argue with.”
“You might need to call him Javier once in a while,” I chuckle.
“We will see,” Morgan replies, and I laugh. We are both comfortable enough to lie down, breathing in the mint smelling area as we relax for a long time, and I happily listen to Morgan’s heart beating.
“Tell me why you were in DA in the first place. You’ve never told me your truth when I’ve given you everything, told you everything,” I whisper, tracing a circle on his chest. “I want, no I need, to know everything about my mate, because secrets in this world do nothing but get us killed.”
“On the same day I died, so did a boy called Jonathon Smith. He loved his human life, but his angel life... Well, you can say he didn’t enjoy it half as much. Either way, we became best friends in a short amount of time, and later on he became my angel partner when he became a light angel and I chose the dark. Light and dark angels have to choose each other, and we make a bond to protect each other no matter what,” he explains to me, and I can tell from the tone alone he really cared about this guy.
“Sounds romantic,” I tease, though he takes it seriously.
“Romance is banned from a bonding between light and dark, we are told that in the early days,” he explains to me. “So is romance between light and dark angels.”
“What happened to Jonathon?” I ask as we are getting off topic, something I’m sure Morgan is good at doing.
“I killed him, and I don’t regret it,” he whispers, but the sentence sounds loud in this room.
“Why?” I ask, because there has to be a good reason. Morgan only kills for a reason, and we both know it.
“Jonathan and I were in our last year of The Angel Academy, working our asses off to pass our exams and start our lives. For us to be free for the first time since we both died and became angels. Jonathon became distant from me, didn’t come to training, didn’t want anything to do with finishing the last year, so one night I followed him. He had found a portal to earth where he was going with a few other students, a few other dark angels, to be exact. I went after them, where the portal took us to some place in Central America, and that’s when I learnt what my best friend was really like.” He pauses, and I feel scared to breathe as he tells me this. “They had beautiful teenage girls there, dozens of them locked up like animals, and it was clear they had been drugging them with angel power to do what they wanted. See, humans can be persuaded with our powers to do what we want, good or bad, and it’s addictive for them. Too much, and you find a human will be in love with you and do anything for you. Anything. Even if they don’t really want that in their souls. The magic is too alluring.”
“Oh my god,” I whisper, disgust burning in my throat.
“I beat the shit out of the other angels, before confronting my best friend. Jonathon tried to explain to me that it was all a bit of fun and that he didn’t kidnap these girls, he just wanted to try being human for once. He was insane with lies, and I saw what he had a become: a monster. I saw the evil in his heart, and before I could stop him, he set fire to the room, killing the girls in an instant. In that fire, I ripped my best friend’s heart out and watched him die before giving myself up,” he admits to me. I lean up, making sure he can see me as I reply. “The others escaped in my grief, but later they were found.”
“You did the right thing. You shouldn’t have been punished for that,” I firmly tell him. Angel law is messed up, nearly as bad as our laws.
“It’s forbidden for angels to kill other angels. It taints the killer’s soul, so I had to be punished. The only reason I wasn’t sentenced to a final death was because Master Gabriel stood up for me and worked out a deal where I got a lesser sentence for helping them find the other angels involved,” he explains to me. “He is the only angel who agreed with your statement that I was right. Many see it like I should have brought Jonathon in for the leaders to judge.”
“The angel laws are messed up,” I tell him, lying back down.
“They also led me to you, and even if I lose myself down here, I will never wish for anything else,” he admits to me. “Falling is said to be a curse, but I’ve found happiness in it that I didn’t know could be found.”
“Have I ever told you how romantic you are?” I ask.
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nbsp; “Not romantic, just honest,” he deadpans.
“With you, that means romantic,” I tease.
“Alexandria Cameron, I love you,” he tells me and leans down, kissing me hard enough for me to forget our past, the fear of our future and just enjoy our now.
Lifting up so I can look into his eyes, I tell him, “I love you.” And I say it meaning every one of those treasured three words.
Chapter 68
Tales full of trouble
Javier
“I know wolves are meant to like water, but this is taking the piss,” I say as we swim to the shore after our boat decided it would be a good fucking time to crash into rocks and sink. Eike and Sera can’t hear my grumbles as we swim against the harsh waves in the fucking freezing water until we get to the rocky shore and pull ourselves up. I help Eike up last, and we all lie on the smooth rock, staring up at the night sky above us and the millions of stars.
I hope we have the right island, or I swear I’m going to lose my shit.
“W-we sh-should get into warm cl-clothes before we freeze,” Sera mumbles out, and it snaps me out of it. We are on the shores of a dangerous race of magical beings, and we need to get our shit together before they notice us here. Climbing to my feet, I help Sera stand, and Eike stretches as he pulls his waterproof bag off his back.
“Now who was right about using a waterproof bag to pack our spare clothes?” Eike proudly says, holding his bag in the air. Just then, a big wave crashes into us, knocking us all to our feet, and when I wipe my eyes, Eike and Sera on the floor.
And the bag is in the fucking sea.
“You’re an idiot, you know that?” I tell Eike, standing up once more. Eike grumbles along with me as Sera ignores us all and heads into the forest, mumbling about how we both are idiots. Eike and I rush to keep up with Sera, and I try to listen out for any danger, but it’s silent here so far. We get into the tree line just as I feel something weird.