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“Your music is very angry.”
“It’s angry?” He asks.
“Yeah, when I listened the other day, the first song I tried to listen to was about someone screaming about being alone.”
He thinks for a minute. “By Myself. Ok, yes, that is an angry song.”
“And then there was one about being numb.”
I see him contemplating the songs I listened to. “Another Linkin Park song and. yes, maybe that one is a bit angry.”
“The last one I listened to before I stopped was some guy yelling ‘What have you done?’ like he was accusing you of something. I liked the woman’s part of the song, but still the overall tone was angry.”
He nods. “Within Temptation. I love the group, but I can see how that one sounded angry as well. I guess when I made the music list, I wasn’t really in a good head space. I found music that expressed how I was feeling.” He looks down at me. “What kind of music do you like?”
I shrug. “It’s been a long time since I was able to listen to music. But my mother and I used to sing songs that she taught me while we were rogues. We’d sing while we looked for plants and foraged for food.”
“Do you know the words or the names of any of them? I can look them up.”
“I doubt you’ll like them. They’re folksier than what you listen to.”
“That’s okay. Why don’t you sing one for me?”
I think for a minute and then begin one that my mother and I would sing at night.
My Angel sings like an angel. Holy shit. Her voice is beautiful. As she sings, I take a guess on the title and look up the lyrics. I’m right the song is called Nocturne. It is a much softer song than what I would normally choose, but when my angel sings, it’s alluring.
As she finishes, I kiss the top of her head. “You have a lovely voice.” I tell her.
She looks up at me with those stormy gray eyes and smiles at me. “Thank you. My mom had a great voice. I’m glad to know that I inherited that from her.”
I pulled up a list of songs similar to the one she had sung and set it to play. I kept it low and put my phone on the bedside table. I took her hand in my free one and moved my other hand into her hair, rubbing her head. I have noticed that she seems to like that, and I’m hoping it will help her to fall asleep.
It doesn’t take her long before her breathing evens out and I feel the weight of her head more solidly on my chest. Even after such a difficult evening, I feel content with her in my arms.
As she sleeps, I think about her training tomorrow. I link Dustin asking him to get her a swimsuit. I have already adjusted my schedule to take her shopping for clothes after she’s done training with Clint. My mind then wanders to the vampires.
Cyran snarls in my head. “They will die for what they did to our mate.’
‘Yes, they will. We need to start gathering intel on them. I have no idea how the covens work or how many vampires we can expect to attack. But they will come, that’s a guarantee. When they find her, they will come for her and we need to be ready.’
I put out feelers for her friend, Sarah, earlier today, but so far nothing has come back. I run through the litany of things that I need to do for the pack, trying to find a balance to get it all done and not dump too much on Dustin or Jackson, my
Gamma.
Once Angel recognizes me as her mate, I’m hoping we can start moving toward having her Luna ceremony. I don’t know how she feels about taking on that level of responsibility but even if she’s not willing to take it all on, just having her near helps calm me, making my job easier.
And then there’s Eli. I haven’t been down to the cells for over two weeks. It’s time I paid him a visit. Maybe tomorrow after I drop Angel off with Clint, I can get back to his interrogation. Having Angel away from the packhouse is the perfect time. I don’t want to scare her if she sees Eli’s blood on me.
Having my plan in place for tomorrow, I let myself drift to sleep with my angel’s soft singing voice in my head.
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Angel is riding me again. Goddess, do I like watching her take her pleasure as I let my hands roam over her body, tweaking her nipples making her moan. I lift up, just enough to take one in my mouth and I’m rewarded with the sounds of her pleasure, her hand gripping my hair, holding me against her. When I move to the other breast sucking the nipple into my mouth, she increases her pace. She’s got me so close. I lay down, grabbing her hips forcing her to keep up her pace and as her orgasm shoots through her, her body clamping down on my dick, I lose it. I grunt my release, as my eyes shoot open. What the fuck?
I’m still cumming as I realize that I’ve just had my first fucking wet dream since I was a teenager. When I look down, I realize that Angel is still sleeping, thank the goddess. She’s laying on top of me again and she’s rubbing herself against my dick which is what caused the friction I felt in my dream. It’s a good thing I wore these pants.
I realize when I hear her moan softly that I’m not the only one that was having a sex dream. I think my little mate is trying to get off in her dream. My dick going soft is making it harder for her to find her release, but the sounds coming from her have me going hard again. I don’t want to startle her, but I do want to help her, so I slip a hand in between us.
My sweet angel is dripping wet for me and I growl softly, making her moan in response. I begin rubbing circles around her clit as she continues to rub against me. It doesn’t take long for her find her release. Her scream of pleasure wakes her and I can see that she’s as disoriented as I was for a moment. Before she can. scramble away from me, I wrap my arm around her, holding her in place, my hand still making circles on her clit.
“What…?”
“You were dreaming and I wanted to help you out.” I slide my fingers out from between us when I feel her come down. I keep my eyes on her as I take my fingers into my mouth. I growl again at her sweet taste. A little tart, a lot sweet. Raspberries and cream. Fuck, I want more.
I flip us over, watching her as I slide my hand up her thigh. “I want to taste you.”
Her eyes go wide.
“Are you going to stop me?” I ask her. She shakes her head, no. Thank the goddess.
I slide my shirt up her body. Her hands come up to cover herself. I take them, gently moving them back to her sides. “Let me look at you.”
“I have so many ugly scars.”
“Didn’t I say that scars are a way to show that we are stronger than we know?” She nods. “Then let me see how strong my sweet little angel is.”
I keep my eyes on her, as I start to pull the shirt off again. She doesn’t stop me, so I lift it over her head and drop it on the floor. Then I let my eyes feast on her. She’s filled out a bit since she came here. The scars are everywhere, so I take my time, making my way down her body, kissing them as I go. When I get to her breasts, I take her nipple in my mouth, just like in my dream. I look up at her and see her watching me. I gently nibble then suck watching her eyes go dark before her eyes close and a soft moan leaves her lips. I move over to the other breast giving it the same attention. She lifts up into my mouth and I suck as I pull off her nipple, releasing it with a soft pop.
I’m moving my way down her body, when I feel her hands, pulling at my shirt. I take one hand pulling it over my head and tossing it beside hers on the floor. 1 look up at her. “Did you want me naked too?”
She nods. “Words Angel.” I tell her.
“Yes, I want you naked too.” I sit up, pulling my pants down and kicking them on the floor. I wrap my hands around her legs, tugging her toward me before lifting them over my shoulders. I keep my eyes on hers, watching for any fear, but I see only lust and desire.
When I get close to her core, I blow on her glistening lips. Still watching her, I slide my tongue between her lips, tasting her sweetness. I can’t help but groan, she tastes so fucking good. I start lapping at her like a kitten lapping at milk, licking all her juices off her before focusing on her clit.
When I suck her clit into my mouth, she pushes her hips into my face, her legs clamping down on either side of my head. I slide a hand up, letting my finger rub against her back entrance before coming to her core. I slip a finger inside her and she’s so fucking tight. I begin moving my finger in and out as I continue licking and sucking her clit. I can feel her body tightening up already. I slide a second finger inside her, stretching her gently. When I feel her on the verge, I suck hard on her clit and curve my fingers inside her, continuing my in and out movement.
Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers as she screams my name. My growl of pleasure has her riding my face, as her orgasm rips through her. That’s all it pleasure has her riding my fac takes to have me shooting off again. I slowly let us both ride out our orgasms, bringing us down before I kiss my way back up her body. When I reach her mouth, I slide my tongue in, letting her taste herself.
“So fucking sweet.” I say when I finally pull away. “I could have you for breakfast every morning.” I watch as my sweet mate blushes from her ears to her chest. “Come on, let’s go shower, you have training this morning.”
