by Maya Nicole
Oliver and Asher were much friendlier with each other now. Tonight they were practically intertwined facing each other. Asher was always stiff at first before relaxing and drifting off to sleep, usually while Oliver stroked his hair or back. I wondered what Danica would think of their secret night time couch rendezvous?
I made my way to the bed and hovered just over it. Tobias was behind her, wrapped around her in his typical protective manner. He couldn't protect her from me though, no one could.
I shut my eyes and pushed into her dream.
Blackness engulfed her as she stood over four rectangular holes in the ground. She stood unmoving, except for her eyes which landed on each of the four headstones at the top of the graves.
Tobias Armstrong.
Asher Thorne.
Oliver Morgan.
The Fourth.
I approached and stood by her side, taking her hand in mine. The holes were empty. She looked over at me and then back at the empty graves, except now they weren't empty. Each of the men stared blankly up at the black sky.
Danica let go of my hand and a shovel appeared. She began shoveling dirt into each of the graves, burying the bodies. The last hole held a faceless body.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her away.
"Where are we going?" she asked, sadness seeping out of her voice. Her dream tonight was a new one. Typically she dreamed of Asher's death or her imprisonment.
"Have you ever been to Capri, Italy?" I flashed her my award-winning smile before the landscape around us changed and we were on a terrace at La Terrazza di Lucullo restaurant at the Caesar Augustus Hotel, overlooking the Bay of Naples.
She needed more tonight and I was pulling out all the stops.
She gasped and rushed to the railing as she took in the sunset that made the water appear purple. I joined her and put my arm around her, resting my hand on her hip.
"Do you like it? We can go somewhere else if it's not to your liking."
She shook her head and turned her head to look up at me. "You're crazy. It's perfect."
I took her hand and led her to the single table on the terrace. Several candles were lit and a champagne bucket sat with ice and a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon.
I poured her a glass and sat back in my chair, watching as she took a sip and scrunched up her nose. Every time I gave her champagne she'd do the same.
"What's your name?" she asked as she took a bite of our seared tuna appetizer. Food wasn't necessary, but was something she enjoyed.
"You know I can't tell you that."
She asked me in every dream, and every time my answer was the same. I was already breaking all the rules by showing her my face.
"Not even a hint?" She set her fork down and put her hand on my wrist, tracing the edge of my tattoo peeking out of my shirt.
I watched as her index finger traced the inked chain links circling my wrist. The same chain that was tattooed around my other wrist, my ankles, and the base of my neck. I shut my eyes and cleared my throat, her touch sending a foreign sensation up my arm.
"It's French in origin, but I'm not from France." I opened my eyes and she was staring back at me, a small smile on her lips.
"Then where are you from?" She threaded her fingers through mine and brought them to her lips, placing a kiss on my fingers. Why was she so perfect?
"Here and there." I stood and grabbed the bottle of champagne and my glass. "Let's go."
She grabbed her own glass and I changed the scene to inside a cliff-side suite overlooking the bay. I hadn't brought her to a room yet, but tonight I felt bold. I wanted her, even if it was just in a dream.
She glanced around the room, taking in the canopy bed and the views before turning towards me. "Are you seducing me, Frenchie?"
Her nickname sent shivers down my spine. "Depends. Are you seducible?"
She drank the rest of her champagne before spotting the rose petals on the floor and narrowing her eyes at me.
"I am if you tell me your name."
Giving her some freedoms in these dreams was blowing up in my face. Her knowing my name would put me at risk of Lucifer finding out about this. Dream demons did not duplicate names and if she happened to say it in conversation, he'd know.
Trying to distract her from my name, I grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom that had a jacuzzi tub filled with bubbles. It was surrounded by candles and rose petals.
"Let me bathe you." I took her glass and set it on the side of the tub with mine and the bottle of champagne.
I began unbuttoning my shirt as she watched, licking her lips as it fell open, revealing my heavily tattooed torso. My blue dress shirt fell to the ground and I unhooked my belt, smiling as she took a loud inhale of breath as I pulled it out of the loops and it dropped with a clink to the marble floor.
I popped the button on my slacks and slowly pulled down the zipper, keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her eyes widened and then darkened in anticipation as I pushed my slacks and boxers down slightly, stopping at the base of my dick. It was already hardening as her eyes perused my body.
I pushed them down the rest of the way and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side and standing in front of her in all my glory. She took in a deep breath and then turned around, pulling her hair to the side so I could unzip her dress.
She shivered as I took my time sliding the zipper down and then lowered the thin spaghetti straps down her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties, so as soon as her dress slid off her body I was treated with a view that was better than anything Italy had to offer.
"You're exquisite," I whispered into her neck. "The most beautiful woman I've had the pleasure of laying my eyes on."
Goosebumps spread across her skin and I ran my hands up and down her arms. She turned and I scanned her body, taking in her full breasts that would fit perfectly in my hands, the slight flair of her hips that were perfect for grabbing onto, and her delicious looking pussy. It was going to be difficult to control myself tonight.
Taking her hand, I helped her into the tub before joining her and pulling her to rest against my chest. I knew she could feel how hard I was, my erection was pressed up against her lower back.
"Do you not trust me?"
And there it was, we were back to my name.
I grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the water before I ran it along her upper back. I didn't speak, hoping she would lose her mind and just stick to calling me Frenchie. I could live with that.
She sighed as I moved my hands around to her front, starting with her stomach, before moving up to her breasts. I took my time rubbing the cloth over her erect nipples. I dropped the cloth and took both her breasts in my hands, massaging them gently.
"Whose name am I supposed to moan?" She scooted up against me and wiggled her ass into my erection, causing me to groan. "Whose name am I supposed to scream when I come?"
I ran my lips along her shoulder and placed them under her ear, sucking the skin and then taking her earlobe between my teeth. I pinched her nipples and she let out a whimper.
My resolve to keep my name from her was thinning quickly, as she covered my hands with hers and then moved one of them down her body to her clit. I rubbed the sensitive nub between my fingers, drawing shaky breaths from her.
"Please."
I buried my face in her neck and willed myself not to speak as she began undulating her hips against my hand, the water starting to slosh against the sides of the tub. I moved my hand further down and slid a finger inside of her tight heat. She was going to let me bury myself there tonight if I gave her my name.
I slid in a second finger. "Reve."
"Reve," she moaned, my name sounding so sweet coming from her parted lips.
I moved her to the other side of the tub, lifting her onto the edge where the wall and window met. She gasped as I spread her apart and dove into her with my tongue. One of her hands gripped my head and the other went to the window, bracing herself as she moved against my mouth.
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I slid my tongue up to her clit and swirled my tongue around it, making sure to hit it with my tongue ring. She gasped and her fingers nearly ripped the hair out of my scalp.
"Take me to bed," she breathed.
I whisked us to the bed and settled between her legs, my fingers threading through her hair. Tonight I would do things her way, but I couldn't wait to tie her up and shatter everything she thought she knew about pleasure.
I took her lips with mine and explored her mouth with my tongue, my tongue ring gently hitting her teeth. She gasped at the sensation and I pulled away to stare down at her. Her brown eyes sparkled with desire.
She reached between us and grabbed my cock, guiding it to her entrance and thrusting her hips up to take me inside of her. Fuck, maybe she'd be the one tying me up.
I took over and pulled out so only the head of my cock was inside of her and slammed back into her. Her hands went to the sheets and fisted them as I drove inside of her again and again. Our skin slapped together with heat and sweat.
"Reve, I need more."
I wasn't sure how to give her more without turning this from a fantasy to a nightmare.
I pulled out and flipped her over, taking her from behind. She buried her face in the pillows to muffle her screams. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up, her back against my chest. I wanted to hear her scream my name more than anything in the world.
"You wanted to know my name. Let me hear it," I ground out between clenched teeth as I moved her forward and put her hands on the headboard.
"Reve," she moaned, my fingers working against her clit. "Oh God, yes!"
She clenched around me so hard as she came. I exploded inside of her not being able to help myself. If dream sex was this good with her, I couldn't fathom what sex with her awake would be like.
We collapsed into a heap on the mattress, her head resting on my heaving chest. She sighed in satisfaction and traced my screaming skull tattoo with her fingertip.
"You have interesting tattoos. I don't know whether to be scared of them or intrigued by them," she commented, moving a finger over one of my nipple rings. It sent a jolt straight to my dick. We didn't have time for a round two so I willed it to behave.
I kissed her forehead. "We have to leave soon."
"I don't want you to leave." She sat up and looked down at me, her hair falling over her shoulder. I brushed it out of the way, my knuckles light touching her soft skin.
I didn't want to leave either.
I pulled her back onto my chest and smoothed her hair until she fell asleep.
A small, satisfied smile graced her lips as I watched her sleep in Tobias's arms. I would give anything to be able to hold her as he was. But I knew we could never have what they had.
Chapter Seven
Danica
My eyes felt heavy as I opened them at the sound of my alarm clock. I had such a restful Spring break, but last night was torture trying to sleep. Every time my eyes closed I saw death. Except when I dreamed about Reve, but those dreams didn't seem to happen nearly enough.
I pulled myself out of bed and dragged myself to the shower to try to wake myself up. I could really go for a Diet Dr. Pepper but I was almost two months sober.
As the warm water cascaded over my body, I couldn't help but think of Reve. Several nights in a row I had dreamed of Capri, Italy. The first night was mind blowing sex with an orgasm that was so powerful it could really only happen in a dream. Then we had spent the day on a yacht in the Bay of Naples, laying naked in the sunshine.
A pang of guilt surged through me and I opened my eyes. I shouldn't have been fantasizing about another man, even if imaginary, when I already had three almost perfect ones. Almost being that they currently treated me like a fragile fucking porcelain doll. I guess in a way I was.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I might need to give coffee another shot if I wanted to survive my current state of sleep deprivation. Asher's assholishness suddenly made perfect sense to me, although lately he had been more cheerful. More alive than I'd ever seen him. I guess getting your angel wings back had that effect. More likely it was Olly's doing though.
I slid into my uniform and shoved a granola bar in my mouth as I exited my room. I was running late. I made it to class with minutes to spare and slid in next to Olly who was scrolling through his phone.
"Good morning," he mumbled, not looking up from the screen.
I leaned over and tried glancing at what had captivated his attention. He was never glued to his phone and he put it away quickly. I narrowed my eyes at him as he looked up with an innocent expression on his face, but his eyes looked worried.
"What is it?" I couldn't help but let the concern creep into my voice. We had just gotten back some semblance of normalcy if you ignored the fact that I was part of a prophecy and my mother was apparently Lilith.
"After class," he mumbled as Tobias entered the room looking pissed off.
Now I was really concerned. Class passed in a blur of information. Tobias didn't even glance in our direction. Why did I get the feeling that I had done something somehow?
After the class emptied, Tobias leaned against the edge of his desk in front of us and crossed his arms over his chest. I could feel the tension radiating from him, similar to the tension when I had almost gotten us captured at the abandoned hospital.
"What did I do?" For once in my life I literally had no clue what I had done.
Tobias shook his head and then ran a hand over his face before pushing off his desk to stand fully. "You didn't do anything, Danica. Several pictures of us returning to campus last night were taken and posted."
My stomach clenched and I felt nausea swirl in my gut. Olly and I weren't that big of a deal, but Tobias and I? A big fucking deal. Especially since last night he had been carrying me when we returned from Asher's.
"Dean Whittaker has requested a meeting with the three of us this afternoon after classes are over. Until then, please try to keep a low profile. Both of you." Tobias looked between me and Olly, his eyes all business.
"What if I say we got drunk and I called you because I couldn't carry her? Asher made that suggestion," Olly said furrowing his eyebrows.
I turned towards him and gave him a pointed look. "How did Asher know about this before I even did?"
Olly shrugged and pulled his bag over his shoulder. "I texted him."
I shook my head and turned back to Tobias who was regarding Olly with a look of curiosity.
"Let's just see what she says first before we go down that route. You two better get going before you're late for your next class." Tobias moved around to the other side of his desk and plopped down in the chair.
He didn't glance up as we left the room.
On my way out of Uriel Hall, I stopped at the bathroom. Our meeting with the dean was one more thing to add to the shit storm that seemed to be my life. All because I punched John in his nose like he deserved.
After using the restroom, I stepped out of the stall, washed my hands, and then splashed cold water on my face. I heard the door open and glanced in the direction of the sound, water dripping from my face as I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser. Of course the damn thing got stuck and I had to nearly break off a finger turning the knob on the side.
"Danica Deville, what a pleasant surprise running into you," Betty, the newest Divine, sneered as she came to a stop in front of me. "Cleaning Mr. Armstrong's cum off your face?"
Betty was even bitchier than the rest of the female Divine 7. The men had at least called a cease fire in their attempts at squashing my spirit. They must have been hard pressed for guardian angels to let them stick around. Or their inner bitch hadn't overshadowed whatever light they possessed.
If they expected perfection, there would literally be no angels.
I rolled my eyes at her and moved towards the door, but she stepped in my way. I frowned and she pulled out her phone and flashed a picture of Olly kissing me goodnight while I was sti
ll in Tobias's arms.
I remembered the moment. Tobias's eyes had flared with heat as he watched us kiss. I was glad you couldn't see that in that particular picture.
"I don't know what sick game you're playing, Eve, but angels are off limits to your kind." She put her phone away before I could think of snatching it from her, which was probably a good thing.
"Sounds like you're jealous. By the way, jealousy isn't a good look on you, Beatriz." I pushed past her and heard her make a noise in her throat as I left the bathroom. Someone needed to knock the Divine down a peg or two.
In most of my classes I was met with stares, but nothing unusual. I was already regarded as some kind of exotic animal on display, now the pictures just added a new layer of intrigue for the masses.
With the warmer weather, Cora, Ethan, Olly, and I ate outside under a tree to avoid any run-ins with the Divine 7.
"How was Cabo?" I asked Cora. Ethan and Olly were engaged in a heated debate about who the Gargoyle King was on Riverdale.
"It was great. We pretty much got to party. We had to stay sober, but it was still a blast. I wish you could have come." She picked a blade of grass and rubbed it between her fingers. "I wish Brooklyn would have been able to too."
I know it was a ludicrous thought, but I somehow felt responsible for what had happened to Brooklyn. If only I had stopped her from going out with Levi. She would have hated me, but at least she wouldn't have been tortured at the hands of the Fallen.
And my mother.
When I walked into the library at the end of the day, Olly was already situated in our corner. I smiled and sat in the leather chair next to him, pulling out my binder. We were almost done reviewing the ins and outs of Los Angeles Celestial Academy.
I could have easily read the binder in a day and taken the test that was specially created just for me, but studying with Olly was quite enjoyable.
"Ready for a fun filled hour?" I kicked his leg because he was on his phone again. "Are you addicted to that now or something?"