The wings? Keeping them from sprouting out? I’ve realized they popped up when I was aroused and when I was angry and afraid. I guess they’re tied to my emotions or they simply come out when I need them. Good luck keeping a handle on those, right? Well, I’m going to try but the ability to think and have something pop up? The knife, the necklace? Yes, another hard one not to do.
I rub my wrists. They still show a little redness from the rope Nixie tried out on me. It does work though. She made this soup-like substance that she drowned a piece of rope in. When she placed it over my wrists I couldn’t move. She found a way to imprison me, and with that it has to work on my grandfather, or any other Elite who shows up.
Jagger had a few men go out and bring back nets to have them drenched with the potion Nixie made. I guess now we’re prepared, seeing each of the bikers got a piece of rope which is treated the same way so they could hang it on their belt in case they needed it. Well, all except me since I can’t go near it.
“Come on, Angel. Even if we don’t need sleep, we can still rest,” Jagger says.
We’ve been inside his bedroom for the last fifteen minutes or so. After talking everything through over a few beers, the men decided it was time to retreat. Alastair had some of his guys come over to the clubhouse to stand guard along with the Vampires. Not that Jagger’s MC is low on manpower, but who can say no to extra Hellhounds when we don’t know when or how many can attack us?
Insane how those Demons are after me, and what will they do when they do get ahold of me. And what about my grandfather, the Elite? Will they drag me away from Jagger? Kidnap me, kill me? All of these things are running around in my head and I have no answers for any of it.
See? A few weeks ago, my world was turned upside down with becoming a Vampire...now all of this. Yeah, I think it’s a good idea to wash everything away and lie down for a few hours and just drift off into a ‘not care about anything’ mode.
“I’m going to take a shower first,” I tell him, determined to do something human I loved to do mere weeks ago; a hot shower and some serious series or a movie marathon in bed. “Why don’t you find us something to watch on TV or join me in the shower?” Yes, that would be a great way to get my mind off of things.
Jagger jumps off the bed. “I know something better, come here.”
I walk over to where he’s standing. He opens a door to what seems like a yard with a huge wall wrapped around it, shielding the place from other prying eyes.
“This is nice.” Glancing up, I see the moon shining bright giving the night a special gleam.
“Yeah,” Jagger states and points to two chairs in a corner. “I often sit over there and stare at the sky for some peace and quiet. But that’s not what I wanted to show you.”
He stalks over toward the back of the yard. It seems like he’s got a pond or a...oh, wow. Steam is wafting off the water, it’s a hot tub. The man has a freaking hot tub in his yard sitting right next to a fireplace.
“Can you light a fire?” I ask and realize I’m smiling from ear to ear. This yard is so freaking tiny and yet he’s made it perfect.
Jagger doesn’t answer me but instead makes himself busy with starting a fire. With his back turned to me and the water inviting me to slip in, I shrug off my clothes and gently let myself sink into the warm, comforting water. Resting my head on the edge I lean back and close my eyes. Freaking bliss I tell ya; just what I needed.
It doesn’t last long when a splash of water hits my head. Gasping, I stand and rub the water away from my face. “What the hell?”
Jagger looks at me smug. The bastard jumped in the water, deliberately splashing, ripping me out of a peaceful moment. He chuckles and pulls me close. I try to resist and be mad but in all honesty...I love being in his strong arms.
He nuzzles his face against the crook of my neck, nipping the flesh there and making an electric current of lust zing through my body. But it’s not just his body I crave, it’s the whole package. Nixie told me how she practically jumped Caius, both feeling the need to solidify their bond. Yet Jagger wanted us to connect first, letting me set the pace.
Like how he let me hide in the basement for three weeks, slowly explaining stuff in small doses and giving me my own space to process. He also put me and my sister first when he told me to get into the back of the truck instead of sitting in the front beside him. Or tonight with the hours I got to spend alone with my sisters and Nixie. It was just the thing I needed. What we all needed.
Though my feelings are strong toward him, it’s the fact I was brought up as a human what made me pace my steps. It’s now I realize, and feel with every fiber of my being, this is where I belong.
He spins us around and sits down, allowing me to straddle him. We’re both naked and yet there’s nothing sexual about this. It’s comfort, something we both give each other. He strokes my back gently up and down while my breasts flatten against his chest. We spend minutes in this position with nothing but the sound of our breath filling the night.
That is until I feel Jagger stiffen. His head comes up and he glances around, making me scan our surroundings too. Except, there’s nothing to see. I’m about to question his actions when he snaps out his words.
“If you don’t want to witness me making love to your granddaughter, then I suggest you leave right fucking now.”
Seconds tick by as I process what Jagger just said and at the same time I can feel his body start to relax again.
“What was that all about?” I ask because it really sounded like he was telling...wait. “You think my grandfather was here?” I gasp, making me inch closer to Jagger since I’m freaking naked here.
Jagger grunts. “I’ve felt a few times as if someone was watching me. I’ve always had the ability to sense shit, Theon too. You know when something is coming or when eyes are burning in your back? That kind of stuff. Alastair reminded me about how the Elite have the ability to watch, as if tapping into a camera feed. So, I wanted to try and see if it mattered when I called him out on it. Turns out, it most certainly did since the feeling of being watched stopped immediately.”
I bury my head against Jagger’s neck. That’s so freaking twisted. The thought of being watched. By my own grandfather? That’s just...yikes. More than creepy, that’s for sure.
But, it’s more than freaking strange, right? “If he’s peeked at me a few times...does that mean he won’t show up and fight you...or take me? Or...kill me? Because he could have done so before and we are naked and off guard now.”
“Christ. Why would he kill you? I won’t let anything happen to you, dammit.” His arms tighten around me. “But you’re right...he would have had the chance a few times. Maybe he’s tapping in to check. Alastair mentioned how the Elite sometimes don’t even know they created offspring so it could be he never even knew you existed until you snatched his knife. But still. People have died from assumptions. I’m not going to ease up on this possible threat until I know for sure the Elite have no ulterior motive.”
He’s right. “Can we go inside? I still don’t feel comfortable being out here.”
Jagger chuckles. “I shouldn’t mention I felt the same vibe when the Demons popped into the clubhouse, right? Because with that I’m fairly sure the fucker can tune in at any second in time. Would that mean you never want to be naked or have sex again?”
I pull my head back and give him a horrified look, making him laugh even harder. His gaze slides down to my breasts making hunger openly swirl in his eyes. Leaning in, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. The thought of someone watching evaporates from my mind when he starts to nip with his teeth and swirl his tongue around my sensitive flesh.
Groaning, I let my fingers slide into his wet hair. I tug the dark blond locks to pull him closer. Electricity fills my veins, lighting up my entire body with the need for release. This man has the power to let the whole world fade into the background, placing just the two of us into the center of attention.
The intensity makes me
rotate my hips, making his hard dick press against my clit. A low growl rumbles from his chest causing me to repeat the action. Jagger switches breasts, giving the other one the same treatment. His hands slide down to grip my hips, allowing him to guide my movements.
I’m about to tip over the edge, finding that sweet release, when I’m being lifted out of the water. Jagger gently places me on my back on the tiles that surround the hot tub, my feet still dangling in the water. He cups the back of my thighs and pushes open my legs while his face closes in on my pussy.
Softly, his tongue slides through my lips until he flips my clit, overwhelming me with pleasure in one spot, spreading fire through my body. I scream out his name as I surrender to the orgasm he rips from my body.
His fingers tighten his grip, pressing his face closer against my pussy. It seems like he can’t get enough and yet he needs to let go of my clit, it’s all too much, I can’t stand...oh, shit. I’m caught off guard when a second, or hell...maybe it’s a bonus orgasm, who freaking knows, but it’s intense enough for me to go slack and let it ride my body.
Everything is wrapped in a cloud of pleasure and I’m moaning in contentment when I feel Jagger’s mouth leave my pussy, allowing the tip of his dick to make contact instead. I gasp when he pushes forward and fills me up in one surge.
His growl rips through the air. “Fuck. Being wrapped in your tight, wet pussy is the most sacred place for my dick to be in.”
I grip his forearms and lift my head to look at this magnificent man whose gaze is set where we’re connected. His powerful arms are wrapped with veins, pulsing with blood to feed his strength. Within this moment my heart squeezes tighter, realizing there isn’t anyone in this world more perfect than Jagger.
Not only as the man who’s willing to do anything to keep me safe, but also the only man who fills my life and body completely. An overwhelming need takes over to mark him as mine again. I reach out and tighten my legs around his waist. With one fluid motion, I catch him off guard and manage to flip us over while keeping his dick inside me.
I’m straddling him, hovering over his face and I barely recognize my own voice as I growl, “Mine.”
My teeth burn with the desire to sink into his skin. I let my tongue gently trail a spot along his neck before closing my mouth over it, piercing the skin to let his taste flow inside me. His moan fills my ears while he grips my hips and starts to bounce me off and on his dick. We’re both fueling each other, thriving with the need to consume ourselves with the kind of hunger that can only be satisfied by an intense release.
I feel his teeth sink into my skin and at the same time I feel him start to pulse inside me, igniting an eruption that flows through my entire body. His growl rumbles against my neck as he tightens his arms around me to pull me even closer. Both shuddering from the intensity, we try to catch our breath. Jagger lifts up and slides us into the pool, keeping our bodies wrapped around each other.
“I could get used to this,” Jagger murmurs.
I hum in agreement, not quite ready to manage my brain and mouth to form words. His light chuckle flows by my ear while at the same time I can feel the rumble through his chest.
“Angel...heaven, earth, or the whole fucking universe...no one will ever hold my heart the way you do.”
I thought the orgasm he gave me a moment ago sent my heart into overdrive but what he just said? My throat closes up and my eyes burn. I pull back and take his head in my hands, locking our eyes to make sure he understands the purest feelings my heart holds for him.
“I love you.” I simply say those three words but crash my mouth to him right after to let him feel the intensity of what he does to me, but I’m pretty sure he already knows I feel the exact same way.
Chapter 11
***Jagger***
I should be mad as fuck and telling her to retract her wings but she’s damn stunning. Her face is flushed from the intensity of the way we made love and those eyes are burning with feelings she just voiced. She’s right there with me. So, no, I can’t blame her one damn bit because it seems her wings are connected with her feelings.
Though I know Tessera told me that Nixie put a protection spell in place to ward off Demons. She even made all the girls hold hands to channel strength from Eliana who is half Witch. Tessera mentioned she could feel the tingles of magic slide through her too. I think Nixie was smart to have all the sisters hold hands because Tria also holds magic. Each of them might be from different kind of Paranormals, but their connection is solid. It might strengthen the spell to make it more powerful.
“Come on, let’s go inside,” I murmur and stand up, carrying her with me.
The feel of her wings surrounding me is as if she’s got two sets of arms that hug me close. But when she lifts her head and opens her eyes, catching a glimpse of those stunning white feathers, she starts to panic.
I soften my voice. “Easy, love. It’s too late now, and remember, Nixie put a protection spell up, it will hold them off. But just to be safe, we need to go inside.”
She hangs her head and that just doesn’t sit well with me. “I love every fucking inch of you and those wings are gorgeous as fuck. As far as I’m concerned, you should never hide them. Even if you attract Demons, let them fucking come. We’ll face them head on. No one should ever hide their true appearance. You saw how each and every one of my guys protected you and that’s how it’ll always be. And if you’re worried...then we’ll talk with Nixie to see if she can maybe make a spell or knows something to subdue or hide the beacon that flares up when your wings come out. That way we can have them swing out without you giving me that look because it’s crushing me. Church is where we go to talk freely without anyone being able to listen in. We’ll make our bedroom into our safe haven to enjoy ourselves without having to think of anything else, full fucking surrender, okay?”
I place her on her feet and close the door behind us. She gives me a shy smile. “Together we’ll face all the madness life throws at us.”
“Damn right,” I promise, and roughly crash our mouths together.
The kiss doesn’t last long. The interruption comes in the form of a bellow that flows through the clubhouse. I recognize Theon’s voice and know instantly why. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end because of it.
“Demons,” I say to Tessera and grab a pair of jeans to put on along with my leather cut and boots.
Tessera rushes to throw on clothes. “It was me, dammit. No more sex until we solve this shit,” she grumbles.
If there wasn’t an unknown treat of how this outcome would be, I would fucking laugh it off. Right now, though? Fucking frustrating.
“There’s no damn way we’re giving up sex. We discussed this and I’ll handle it.” I swing the door open and wait for her to almost pass me when I add, “Please stay inside and don’t do anything selfish. You know it’s you they want. Trust me, and the club you belong to now.”
There’s a tiny smile tugging her lips that makes my chest squeeze. She brushes her lips against my cheek and whispers, “You’re mine, Jagger. I will always trust, and follow, you blindly.”
Fucking hell. “You complete me, Angel.” I cup her face. “So. Damn. Perfect,” I add on a whisper as she leans into my touch.
I hate to break the moment but we need to see what the hell is going on. Doors open left and right, brothers rushing to the main room of our clubhouse. Alastair, Caius, Os, and their Old Ladies are already there.
“That outlaw is out there...the Prez of Death by Reaper MC, Demon Charter. He’s out there challenging you,” Theon tells me as his eyes go back to the window.
“Everyone should stay inside,” Nixie says, Caius has her tucked underneath his arm. “The spell is holding up, he can’t come in here.”
“I need to kill him,” Tria grumbles. “He sent those Demons who killed my sister, he needs to die.”
“Let Jagger handle this, Tria. Please, stay out of this, I can’t lose you too. I just freaking found you again,” Tesser
a pleads.
“As long as the head of that fucker out there bounces nicely off his shoulders and onto the ground, I have no problem with staying inside. But if no one will make that possible, then I’m out of here,” Tria vows.
Tessera locks eyes with me and I can see the worry in her eyes. I’ve already told her about the fury of a Fae, once they have something set in their mind there’s nothing or no one who can change that shit.
“Come and face me, Prez,” a dark voice bellows from outside.
Tria’s eyes flame red, ears pointy and popping out from underneath her long red hair while her hands are turning into claws. Yeah, if she wants to go outside and face that Demon? No one in this damn room would be able to contain her.
“Stay here,” I snap to everyone. “I’m going to open the door but I need for everyone else to shut the fuck up and let me do the talking.”
Dammit, again with the feeling as if I’m being watched. I step closer to Tessera and mutter, “He’s here.”
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t say anything, she just gives me a slight nod in understanding. Fuck, I just know her grandfather is tuned in again and I don’t know if this is such a good thing. Like Tessera mentioned before...if he was watching a few times he would already have done something by now. Not knowing if it’s an extra threat or a concerned family member is the kind of thing we don’t need right now. Especially with a Demon on my doorstep.
Time to get this over and done with, face the fucking problems instead of shoving them away. I swing the door open and make sure to stay inside. The sly smile spreading on his face gives me the knowledge this Demon knows damn well I ain’t coming out.
His broad shoulders and the size of him indicate why this one is Prez of the Demon Charter. He looks like he could take half the world on his back and hold it with one damn hand while fighting for the other half. Even so, it would never have me doubting to fight for what’s mine, but it’s always good to assess your enemy with open eyes and do your damnedest not to make a single mistake when it comes to facing this one.
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