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Letting go of the towel, I lower my hand between us and slide my fingers along her wet folds. She gasps and takes hold of my shoulders. Hell, her moisture drives me mad. I move my finger around her clit and lower my face to her neck, grazing her skin with my teeth.

A whimper escapes her lips as she drops her forehead on my chest, her legs shaking around my hand. To support her, I drop my other hand to her lower back and press her against my body. With her trapped in my arm, and my fingers between her legs, I caress around her nub slowly, massaging her. Her chest moves heavily against mine as her fingers dig into my skin and my cock twitches. The way she holds on to me is everything.

I need to be the only man who makes her moan like this. I need to be her everything. I need the world to know that she is mine.

She lets out a needy sound and her hips buck while her thighs clench around my wrist. Her clit throbs against my finger and I move my hand from her back into her wet hair. Tiltingher face, I capture her lips like a starved animal and move my finger further inside of her. She jerks her hips and moans into my mouth – the sound is pleading and desperate. Only her on my mind, I ache to feel her become undone; I want her legs to give out from ecstasy as she quivers. Going a little deeper inside of her, I press my palm against her nub. She digs her fingers into my flesh, creating a satisfying sting.

“Jacob,” she cries out, her voice weak.

Bucking, she slumps on me, her breath heavy and ragged. Pleased with her reaction, I let her rest on my shoulder. Her warm body flush against mine is perfect. I hold her for a moment until her breathing settles.

Satisfied, I finally look over at the maids. The three young women share smiles they are struggling to contain, their eyes sparkling with something mischievous as they look at Izzy’s body pressed against mine. I nod my head for them to leave, and they file out, stealing glances at us as they attempt to hide their grins.

Her arms lazily move around my neck, and she holds me with her heart beating steadily against mine.

I love you, Izzy, sweet angel of mine.I look down at her.If I live long enough, I will say those words out loud.

Cost of Choice.

Chapter Fifteen

JONA

grey eagle is sitting on the balcony when I get back from training the girl. Sighting, I glare at the bird from my door. The time would eventually come, I knew that.

I smell sour and disgusting. A bath would be nice, but the council of Watching Angels does not like to wait, so I make my way to the bird. The eagle doesn’t make a move as I take the scroll out of its talons. Whatever is in this note, it will not be good.

In the last thirty years, I have strayed from the teachings and intervened. The Watching Angels frown upon that, but I was tired of observing when I knew I could make a difference. Twenty-five years ago, I took responsibility for raising Lucifer’s daughter. It was a bold choice, but I had to do it. Now, I am helping a being that should not even exist.

Every choice has a cost. Mine most certainly will be in this letter. The paper feels heavy in my hands, but I know I have no way out unless I want out of the angel society. I am not sure I am ready for that. Being a Watching Angel is all I know – it has been my duty for as long as I can remember.

Unwillingly, my eyes scan the words.

The council is sending you to guard the fairy princess Vanamala. Report to receive details in two months.

I scoff at the words before me. Straight to the point.

Vanamala is the twenty-six-year-old fairy princess of the mountains. I have heard things about her, but words are frequently broken as they pass through the mouths of others. I would rather form my own opinion. Mainly, I am hopeful she is not the wildflower everyone says she is. Otherwise, I am fucked. Guarding someone is not a problem, but dealing with someone who runs from the protection makes it harder.

I’m not versed in the politics of the fay. Research will be required once I am done helping Izzy and Jacob. Yet another situation I am sticking my head in that I am not supposed to. I’ve been loyal to the Watching Angels for far too long without making a difference. It’s starting to eat my soul. What is the point if nothing is changing?

Still, they have been my home for as long as I can remember – they gave me purpose. Without them, I would’ve been lost in the void. They do not force me to stay, but I owe them everything.

The eagle spreads its wings wide, golden eyes trained on me as he lifts into the air. I watch it against the sun, beautiful and majestic. The council will definitely have more to say about my further involvement.

Nonetheless, I was granted power. I will use it.

There is something deeper about Izzy’s power. Something about the way it twirls in the depths of her soul tells me there’s more to it. I know everything there is to know about Victor – he’s as cruel as they come. Cassandra, on the other hand, is a mystery to me. The council will refuse to answer any of my questions about her, but I have plenty of friends who would be willing to chat.

Roses.

Chapter Sixteen

JACOB

The sun is shining through the windows of the meeting room. Rosie is sitting next to Adrian, her usually joyful expression gloomy. It feels like unpleasant news will be delivered. I’m starting to despise this room. Whatever it may be, we are amongst friends.

“You healed, I see,” Jona says to Izzy with a proud nod.

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