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My cock swells to its largest size, and she catches her breath, trying to move and adjust to it. I bend over and trap her beneath me. Her body is mine to command. Shallow and deep, I start and stop, coaxing her orgasm to the edge, then toppling her over. When she catches her breath, I start again. Joined together so tightly. I can’t feel where she ends and I begin.
Sweet words fall from her lips, begging me to come. Unable to resist her request, I finally release the torturous hold on my body and fall over the edge with her. Breathing hard, I lie on top, my body skimming hers with delicious friction.
When my body returns to its normal form, I slide out and lie beside her.
Her green eyes glitter with satisfaction. “Maybe we should fight more often.”
I skim the back of my finger across her cheekbone and down her jaw while I try to think of the words to put things in perspective. “We’ll see. I don’t like seeing you in the state you were earlier,” I confess to her. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to telling anyone what I’m doing. When I was married, my wife couldn’t visit the Underworld, so I rarely shared this world with her. Our whole life revolved around Daire and Danica, and the moments we lived for in our little bubble by the lake.”
Her hand comes up and caresses my face.
“Sharing all this… with you… has been incredible. I’ve felt like I had a partner by my side, someone to help me solve this kingdom’s problems, even the ones I didn’t know I had,” I say with a chuckle, thinking of the new protocols we’ll have to set up for court and the tasks I need to find for the council. “Have patience with me. This is new to me, too.”
When she bites her lip, I use my thumb to make her stop.
“I’ve never been in a relationship,” she reveals slowly. “I don’t know what’s right or wrong, but I didn’t like you shutting me out. It’s not very fair of me, though. I’m sorry, too. I’ve hidden things from you all along. I’m still hiding something.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“My mother disappeared during her time on Earth, and I haven’t been able to find any trace of her. I’ve looked everywhere, including other worlds to see if she might have moved on, but there’s nothing. She must be here. The seer showed me a dark-haired angel. It’s not Gabriel, but maybe one of his minions.”
I sit up and look down at her. “Unfortunately, there are a lot of angels that fit that description. Most of us have the same blue eyes. About half of us are blond, the other half are dark-haired like Gabriel. There are a few redheads.” I smile, wrapping a piece of her dark red hair around my finger. “None with beautiful hair like yours.” I spread it out over my sheets.
“I won’t give up looking for her.” She stubbornly insists.
“I’m not asking you to give up, but if you stay up there, he’ll eliminate you. I’ll help you search for her. We’ll enlist Cormal’s help, too. His network is impressive, if a bit shady. We’ll find her,” I promise, pulling her into my arms for a hug.
She pushes me onto my back and slides up against my side. “I tested your blood. It was very interesting. Just as I thought, your blood is mix of gods and various advanced races. With a couple of exceptions. You have Viridian in your blood. My guess is it gives you the power to kill the angels.” She lifts her head to look up at me. “It isn’t the gold knife, or the spell engraved on it, that kills the angels. It carries my blood, which has the power to kill many species. The spell on the knife helps me do it in one hit. As I said, I’m not the best fighter. My mother made sure I didn’t have to be.”
Stunned, I think about the angels who also have that power. “Michael and Mercy can both kill angels. They must also carry your blood.”
“Maybe. There are a few races out there with the power to kill gods, so it could have been one of those species instead of a Viridian,” I caution him. “The only DNA I couldn’t identify was the one you added while you’ve been here.”
“My demon,” I state softly. “It was the only way to get the people to accept my rule and stop the fighting.”
“It’s also the reason Daire’s wings are black, and his birth created a new race,” she murmurs quietly. “Does he know?”
“Yes, I told him when he was a young boy,” I reply with a reminiscent smile. “He could never tell Danica or his mother. But after the incident, Danica could feel it in him. It drove her mad, and he’s been carrying that guilt around forever.”
“What happened to her?” she asks, her hand stroking my chest.
The image of my beautiful blond-haired, brown-eyed daughter flashes in my mind. “She was full of life and laughter, always playing jokes on the three of us. But because of me, she grew up sheltered from the rest of the world. I didn’t want anyone to use her as a bargaining chip. We knew we had to tell her who I was, but I kept putting it off. Then, it was too late.”
“She was kidnapped by a demon gang when she was nineteen. The leader didn’t know she was my daughter. He simply saw her in the village with her mother and took her. If she had known what to tell him, he would have left her alone.” I clench my fist, thinking about that day.
Evren pries open my hand and laces her fingers through mine, then grips it tightly.
“The things they did… broke her. Her mind never recovered. When she was twenty, she walked into the lake by our cottage and drowned.” My voice is hoarse with pain, even now, hundreds of years later. “They took the light in our lives. All three of us were shells of our former selves. Existing, but not living. It’s only recently that Daire has begun to open up again. All because of Arden.”
She’s silent for a moment. “Thank you for telling me about her. I know it wasn’t easy.” Her green eyes stare up at me, and I can see the thoughts swirling around in them. “Maybe you and Daire should sit this one out. We can find two other flyers. Look how much you two accomplished over the course of three days. There is time to train a couple of new flyers.”
I sit up, dislodging her from my chest and rolling over to trap her under me. “If you think you’re doing this without me, you’ve lost your magnificent mind. Do you hear me? If I asked you to wait on the sidelines while we destroyed them, would you?” My breath catches while I wait for her reply.
She immediately shakes her head. “No, but I don’t have a son or a kingdom. Who would miss me if I were gone? Although—”
I plant my lips on hers to stop the words flowing from her mouth. After a second, I lift my head and whisper, “I would miss you, damn it.”
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