“Pee and freshen up, sweetheart. I’ll get you some clothes, okay?” he checks with me again before kissing me softly when I hesitantly nod. Pausing, he starts kissing all over my face until I’m laughing and pushing his face away.
I’m not oblivious. I understand everything about the intimate moment we just shared. Seiji taught me pretty much everything about this part of adult life, but I can’t help myself. I want a little more assurance after that, even when I don’t want to dump my insecurities on Angel.He already does more than enough.
I pee before taking a quick shower. On the counter, a beige silk wrap with a pair of underwear is waiting for me. After drying myself, I wrap the night dress around me that reaches my mid-thigh, with sleeves that flare on my elbows.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I find Angel sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. His warm eyes find mine, and when he opens his arms for me, I walk into them without wasting a second, climbing on the bed to sit on his lap.
Angel hugs me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his sweet scent, and relaxing against him.
“You feeling okay, baby? Does anything hurt?” he asks, softly rubbing my back and pulling me closer.
“I’m good. We are good, right?” I can’t help but ask. I won’t be able to shut the storm in my head until he confirms we are still good and that he won’t leave.
“Of course, we’re good sweetheart.I love you. There isn’t anyone in this universe who wants you in their life as desperately as I do, so I’ll be damned if I let you slip away now.” I love how he can destroy the walls of torture I create around myself within seconds with his touch.
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you more, sweetheart.”
Not possible, but I’ll let it slide.
I hold him tighter when he slides down on the bed with me still on top of him and pulls the warm comforter over us. We always go to bed with me on top of him, trapped in his arms, but then I wake up underneath my giant Angel—still trapped in his arms. And I would be lying if I said it wasn’t the best place in the world.
“So… when are we getting married?”
“Angel!”
CHAPTER 29
I’m not pushing out six kids!
Nevaeh
The room darkens as I suck in every last bit of energy and light from around me, making the stillness in the room creepier. Strings of thick gold smoke circle me like a predator searching for prey.
Flexing my fingers when the tingles get stronger, I tighten the control on my Divine. After months of practice and patience, I am finally at a point where I’m one with my Divine and not fighting against it at every turn.
My Divine now respects my limits as long as I understand its need to wreak havoc occasionally.
With my mate and son in the room, there’s only one thing my Divine craves, and today is the day I give in. My fingers twitch beside my thighs, and I inhale shakily before I let my Divine loose. In a blink, the smoke leaves my side and floats over to the two of them—creating a barrier around them.
For months, I’ve avoided my Divine’s need to familiarize itself with my family and their essence because I was afraid of losing control. But now I don’t have to fear the show of over-enthusiasm because I know that even if my Divine craves chaos, it would never hurt my family.
Looking over to my monkey, who’s busy hopping around the room and giggling wildly as the fog follows him, I let loose even more the moment my essence takes the form of a small monkeymade of glittering gold smoke to stop August before he runs into the center table.
Unlike the rest of the supernatural population, my Divine pushes the boundaries of my flesh like no one has ever seen. Where Divine is supposed to be a mere source of power for others, mine has its own will, and that same stubborn drive clashes with me until one of us gives in.
Until now, my little monkey was the only one to witness both versions of my Divine. The one that likes stirring the pot and the other that likes entertaining a little boy with animals made of smoke.
It’s nothing compared to what I can do now, but on the nights I had some strength to amuse him, I pushed my weak Divine to create a flock of birds from gold smoke that circled over my boy, knowing my Divine wasn’t strong enough to take over. Those were the nights August went to sleep with a smile on his lips instead of dry tears on his cheeks.
Reigning in my Divine, I watch the mist crawl back to me and disappear completely. August walks through the fog monkey, watches it go up in smoke and falls to his knees, laughing freely. Angel shakes his head with a smile, and watches the kid amuse himself.
Angel opens his arms for me with an excited grin, and I don’t hesitate before falling into him. He will never voice it, but I’ve seen him worry every time I fail to control my Divine.
Where a normal person would be worried for himself with the way my Divine slips from my fingers, all my mate said was, ‘I can take it, sweetheart, just don’t hurt yourself’.
What he doesn’t know is that all my life, my Divine has been the one in control. When I was younger, there was no way for me to be in charge against such power, and after Visha took me, I didn’t have enough control of my limbs, let alone my Divine.
