“My eyes change a lot when I’m…in an intense situation, and sometimes I fang or claw up uncontrollably, but they never happened all together before.” I glanced back at the reflection. “Can you believe it? I’ve never seen my real Belle face before. Of all the times, only now I do, when I’m being loved by an angel, by the most beautiful man ever.”
“It’s Damien’s doing. He cannot get to you now so he is trying to get to me.”
I turned back to Zavariel, unashamed, refusing to hide my monstrous hideousness. It was what I was. The real me. The one he’d fallen for and would have to live with forever. “Well…I think he’s doing a good job.” The sinful bliss I was diving in had stopped. “Nice cockblock, Damien.”
Zavariel narrowed his gaze at me, his eyebrows knitting. Then he looked around. “Is that the best you can do?! You think that will scare me?! You think I care if she has horns, claws or fangs or all of them together?! I know what she is, and I have accepted every part of her.” His gaze returned to me. “Loved every part of her.”
His kiss feared no fangs or fur. His bright eyes didn’t fade or darken at the sight of my petrifying gaze. His strokes were relentless and as intense and satisfying as ever. “Come for me, my Belle. I want him to burn.”
Not long after, my body arched and convulsed in obedience, coating his beautiful cock with the gushes of my climax. As my eyes rolled back, and my screams must have reached Heaven itself, I saw his face. I saw the devil standing right on the river bank behind me.
How he got here, I didn’t care. I looked him in the eye without an ounce of fear as I rode this orgasm like a street whore. Could he see me? Could he hear me? I so wanted him to.
Zavariel’s cry outs ripped off the air as he emptied his abundant cum inside me, while Damien’s face turned crimson.
I can feel you. I can feel him.He grated in my head, fuming.You must be close.You must be here.
Zava pulled me into him, lifting my back off the water and pressing me into his body as he recovered. Obviously, he couldn’t see Damien like I could. He didn’t know the devil was here.
What about the other angels that still had their powers? Were they doing their job?
I held tight to Zava, resting my chin on his shoulder, finding the boy angels with my eyes. They were standing at attention. Couldtheysee Damien?
Venath entered their mind and confirmed they could. They glowered at him, a menace in their stance, and they were veiling us with their powers as I ordered. Damien might have been able to sense where I was, but he couldn’t actually see me or Zava.
Good job, boys. Let him burn. In return, your secret will always be safe with me.
“You have no right to be here. Damien,” one of them said. “Return to where you came from.”
It’s okay, boys. Let him stand there.
Now… “Baby, I can’t get enough of you. Do you think you can make me come again? This time,” I pointed at the red devil in the suit, “right there?”
“My cock is yours,baby. You can have it anywhere you wish.” Without breaking our hold, he walked us to the river bank where Damien stood. “Right here?”
“Yes.” I raked Damien from head to toe, laughing internally.Right under the devil’s nose, I’ll smear his suit with my cum while I scream his enemy’s name. And I will have my Lightborn that defeats him if it’s the last thing I’m ever going to do.
Chapter 38
Kayden
We hadn’t seen Belle in the past two weeks. For her safety, we had to keep our distance for a while so Damien wouldn’t follow us and know for sure she was staying at the Twilight River. Who knew what he could have done then?
But I was starting to believe the archangel was as bad as the devil. I’d failed to guard her from Damien, and I was the one who told Zavariel to take her. If he, too, was planning on taking her away from us, I’d never forgive myself.
She was constantly talking to us over Asher’s sire bond, though. It gave me some relief. At least, she remembered us, and she was still a Belle. Our Belle.
I was done fixing the dining table, the only thing that could be salvaged after the last mayhem. We replaced all the other furniture, but I thought I’d fix the table for when she came back. When she saw something she’d picked with love for our home was fixed, she might appreciate it and think our life together could be fixed, too.
That after all my fuckups, I could fix it for her.
My heart squeezed as I cast a look at the table and remembered how many times we sat around with her over our warm meals, how many times I took her right on that table, how many times I got screamed at by my brother and Asher for doing it where we ate. How many times they ignored it when they got to join in.
God, I missed her.
I went to the bottom of the stairs and looked up, Asher reading in the lounge. “Alec, I’m going for a run. Want to come with?”
“Kay!”
