Page 24 of Claimed By Her Monsters

Glancing down was enough to let me see the long strands that shifted to purple and blue at the tips of my hair — the rest as pure and white as snow.

My body was decorated in similar makings as Atticus's. Some were white while others were black, but the balance was noticeable and mesmerizing to take in.

Returning my gaze to meet his, I didn’t know whether to be horrified or over the moon with this sudden predicament.

“I have no clue if this is good or bad,” I squeaked, which made me realize my voice had gone up a good octave.

“It’s good,” he slowly voiced as he took me in once more. “Though I think you’re out of balance again.”

“Again?” I questioned. “And why is my voice like a chipmunk?”

“It’s not that high,” he voiced as his hand slowly reached out to entangle his fingers through my long strands. “Long hair looks different on you.”

“I can’t decipher whether you like it or not,” I mumbled and watched the way he smirked while he leaned in closer to admire my face.

“Do you want me to like it?” he asked instead, which made my cheeks further blush at the idea of his sudden approval.

The intensity between us was enough for me to groan and try to push him away.

“Go away!”

“You didn’t answer the question, Sweet Theia.”

“Your existence will ruin me!”

“We’re the same element, baby. If you’re going to destroy me, I believe we’re going down together.”

“Ugh! I can’t handle your cocky confidence!”

“For asking if you’ll keep your long hair?”

I practically pushed him off the bed, which left him laughing while I got up and pointed to his naked, sculpted body which only made me pause because I was pointing directly at his cock.

His very hard cock.

“How?!” I questioned instead in horror. “What kind of sex drive do you have as an archangel?! No. Actually, you’re fucking Death. Wait a minute! Can Death have sex? Is that allowed? Who would have sex with Death? Actually, I just answered that, didn’t I? No, wait! Is there a female Death? No…that doesn’t make sense, does it? Actually, no. Does Death even have a gender?”

I crossed my arms and noticed my wolf open an eye to stare at me in intrigue. She seemed pleased to see me bickering with him, which was enough to encourage her to go back to sleep.

Mentally acknowledging her was satisfying enough to get me back on the topic at hand as I tried to figure this shit out.

“What if Death has different pronouns?!” I questioned and looked at the archangel in question as he was actually paying attention to me as if I was saying the most interesting thing ever. “And…and…we’ve been ignoring them this whole while! What if Death is non-binary? Actually…I don’t know what that means.”

Now I was stumped. I had lost whatever I’d been trying to prove.

Which I couldn’t really remember either.

“I don’t know how I got to this point of the conversation,” I finally admitted and pouted my lips.

He simply smiled before he pointed to the bath.

“Want to enjoy another bath?”

The idea was tempting as I slowly followed his pointing finger to the washroom.

“Only if you’re not in it,” I concluded and returned my gaze to him to narrow my eyes. “You’re a distraction.”

“Am I?” he quipped with a smug grin that would make me throw a bunch of pillows at him if he kept it up.

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