I nudge her playfully. "It truly is something else, girl. Just wait until you really get into it. You'll be walking around with a permanent goofy grin and bite marks in places you didn't even know could be bitten."
Seraphina giggles, her earlier guilt seemingly forgotten. "Is it always like this?" she asks, her voice filled with wonder.
"Oh, sweetie," I reply with a grin. "Trust me when I say you haven't seen anything yet. This is just the appetizer. The main course? It'll blow your celestial mind."
We sit there momentarily, grinning like lovestruck idiots as we watch the waves crash against the ship. It's a rare moment of peace amid all this chaos, and I can't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the fantastic people I've got by my side.
"So..." Seraphina starts, her voice uncertain. "Are all vampires... you know, big?"
I catch sight of a pod of dolphins frolicking in front of us, their sleek bodies flipping and splashing in the water. I can't help but smile at their playful antics.
My mind wanders to my vampire guys—Rhyland, Erik, Lucian—all towering over me with their impressive heights and muscular builds. "Yeah, I mean, Rhyland is 6'4", Erik is the same height, and Lucian is only a smidge shorter."
I think about Azrael and Adrian, too, both of them built like brick houses. "Maybe it's a vampire thing," I shrug, assuming she's talking about their overall size.
Seraphina blushes, dipping her head and clearing her throat awkwardly. "No, I meant... in the nether regions department."
OH.OH!
Little Miss Guardian Angel has got a naughty side!
I cackle, realizing I totally missed her not-so-subtle reference. "Umm, I wouldn't know ifallof them are packing heat down there," I manage to say between giggles. "But personally? Let's say Rhyland's... equipment... matches his impressive height."
Seraphina's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, and I swear I can see steam coming out of her ears.
"So, Lucian's working with a broadsword too, huh?" I wink at her, enjoying her embarrassment, maybe a little too much. "Why am I not surprised? Must be a vampire thing. Maybe it's all the blood flow."
She giggles, covering her face with her hands. "I can't help it! It's just... wow."
"Welcome to the big leagues, honey," I say, patting her back. "Just remember, it's not the size of the boat. It's the motion of the ocean. Although, in our case, I'd say we hit the jackpot in both departments."
We dissolve into laughter echoing across the waves. Who knew angels could be so delightfully naughty?
I may be half-angel—my halo's got a bit of a tilt to it. And the best part? I'm still learning, still uncovering new depths to my desires and fantasies. It's like I'm on this wild, sensual journey of self-discovery, and Rhyland is my oh-so-willing tour guide.
So yeah, I may have angel blood running through my veins, but trust me, there's plenty of devil in me, too. And I'm not afraid to let that freak flag fly.
"What're you two giggling about over here?" Rhyland's deep voice rumbles in my ear as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his rock-hard chest.
I flash Seraphina a conspiratorial wink. "Oh, you know, just some good old-fashioned girl talk."
Seraphina winks back, a sly grin on her face. "Speaking of which, I think I will go find Lucian. You two lovebirds, have fun!" She turns on her heel, leaving Rhyland and me alone in our little bubble of sexual tension.
Rhyland nuzzles my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "So, what were you two really talking about, Angel? With all those giggles, it sounded like you were spilling some juicy secrets."
I shiver as he places an open-mouthed kiss on my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. "A lady never kisses and tells," I lie, my voice a little breathier than I'd like to admit.
Rhyland chuckles, the sound low and sinful. "Is that so? Because from where I'm standing, it seems like you and Seraphina were having quite an intimate conversation."
I tilt my head back, giving him better access to my neck. "Maybe we were, maybe we weren't. What's it to you, Bothersome Berserker?"
He growls, nipping at my earlobe. "It's everything to me, baby. I want to know every dirty little thought that runs through that pretty head of yours."
I can't help but laugh, even as desire coils hot and heavy in my belly. "Wow, possessive much? I didn't realize mygirl talkwas subject to your approval, Mr. Alpha Male."
Rhyland spins me around, pinning me with his Nordic blue gaze. "Regarding you, Angel, everything is subject to my approval. I want to know every inch of you, inside and out."
I roll my eyes, even as my heart races at his words. "Easy there, caveman. I'm not some damsel in distress waiting for you to club me over the head and drag me back to your man cave."
