33. Tongues unleashed
Nevaeh
I ’m two steps away from the staircase that leads to our warm bed and the shower calling my name when in usual fashion, something goes wrong.
The wrong thing, aka Angel’s womb provider, comes barreling inside the castle with a scowl that does nothing to hide her wrinkles. With her claws out, she demands to speak with Angel privately, but to her utter displeasure, I don’t move an inch.
As Kiara aggressively paces our living room, I watch Anxo act like her unhinged ramblings are just another Tuesday for him. Thinking ahead, he quickly asks the group to scramble and has the audacity to use my favorite set of emerald eyes to convince me to leave and rest as well. I compromise by sitting on the staircase while he deals with his crazy mother.
The hatred swimming in Kiara's eyes is unmistakable as she shakes with rage. Gesturing to the blood covering my mate, she spits out, “I knew you were aggressive and impatient, but I didn’t think you turn into a monster for her!”
Angel’s face falls, but he doesn’t look half as surprised as I feel. Clenching his jaw, he turns his back to me so I can't see how much that comment hurt him.
How can a mother be this cruel to her own son? Kiara’s brain is rotten if this is how she treats her family. I can’t even imagine Papa raising his voice at me, much less intentionally saying hurtful things to hurt me.
“Look at you! Is this how you want to rule my kingdom? You will ruin everything with your recklessness. And don’t even get me started on that lowly werewolf boy you’ve taken in. You can’t just announce an heir like that Anxo! Who knows what his lineage is or who—”
“One more word about my son, and I’ll bury you right here.” Kiara stops to glare at me for interrupting her. “August is our son , so don’t you dare insult him or my mate.”
I’ve had enough of this. If she won’t close her trap, I will gladly do it for her.
“How dare you talk to me in that manner. Don't you forget, I’m your mate’s mother.” She hisses and threateningly steps closer as if that will intimidate me.
“And?” Angel finally faces his mother head-on. “You don’t even know the meaning of the word.”
Kiara is stunned. It doesn’t take a genius to figure this is probably the first time Angel has talked back. As much as I love this man for his patience and understanding, I hate when people like Kiara take advantage of it.
“Don’t you dare talk to me that way boy,” she seethes. Kiara braves a step towards my mate but takes that same step back when I stretch like I’m about to get up.
Coward .
“I apologize, Mother. But please tell me how else should I word my concerns about your disgustingly unfair parenting. Or how you insist on constantly putting me down, refuse to accept August as your grandson merely because he doesn’t carry my blood.”
Her face doesn’t hide her surprise anymore as she stands with her mouth agape, trying to form a response.
“I have excused your behavior time and time again, but I won’t stand idly as you berate my son . Either you respect me and my choices, or I’ll cut you off for the sake of my family’s happiness.”
Swoon .
I’m so proud of Angel for finally calling out his mother for her filthy actions and taking a stand... even if it means losing her altogether. I can only imagine how hard this must be for Angel, but his parents have left no other choice for him. What else is he supposed to do when all they do is crap over his life and berate him with every word they speak.
Looking back at the woman glaring at my mate, it’s hard not to punch her. It shocks me when I don’t see an ounce of guilt or sadness on her face even after Angel makes it clear that he will break all connection if she doesn’t stop.
The only thing she’s fixated on is how dare he speak to her in that manner. Why do people like her decide to become parents when all they have to offer is hurt and lifelong trauma?
Angel looks down to hide the hurt in his eyes at her reaction. Her desperate need for authority and power over her son is ruining what’s left of their relationship and she still can't seem to care. It’s exhausting to love someone who is determined to hate you.
Taking over the useless conversation, I decide it’s time to end this so I can tend to my mate. We deserve to curl up in our bed and forget about the world for a few hours after the day we’ve both had.
Standing up, I dust myself off, “Alright, it's my turn now. And since you don't care about watching your mouth, it's better you talk to me anyway. First things first, help me understand why you’re still living in our castle with your good-for-nothing mate?”
Cue the dramatic gasp.
I scoff at her pathetic acting skills and get to the point. “I’ve been considerate enough to not force your hand, but since you like badmouthing my mate so much— in front of me no less —I want you to make yourself scarce. Meaning don't be in my line of sight if you want to live.”
Immediately losing the attitude, Kiara pales. Balling her fists by her things she grits out, “You can’t kick me out, I’m his mother! I'm the Queen of Conquer!”
“Tsk-tsk, what happened to that posh accent and the 70’s dialogue delivery, Kiara?”
“Anxo, son— ”
“Don’t you dare address my mate directly.” My Divine peeks out after being repressed all day as my eyes flash gold, making her stumble back.
Turning to my mate, I kiss his jaw and ask him to wait for me in our room. I desperately want to follow him upstairs but I need to handle my monster-in-law for good.
Angel pulls me back by my arm before I can leave and the request is evident in his eyes.
Why does everyone think murder is my go-to solution?
Standing on my toes, I kiss him tenderly and promise I won't kill Kiara before nudging him to keep walking.
Finally standing before the woman who's breathing fire, I purse my lips to stop myself from laughing out loud. It's as if she is trying to burn me with her glare when I bend to match her height and smirk tauntingly.
“You’re lucky Anxo still respects you enough to not let me claw your eyes out and feed them to you until you’re shitting eyeballs for a week.”
Kiara gasps and raises her hand to slap me. She has me confused with a different woman if she thinks I wouldn’t stomp on her skull until she is a pile of bloody curry if she touches me. Grabbing her wrist before it can touch my face, I squeeze until her knees buckle and Kiara picks up on how easily I can crush her wrist.
Laughing humorlessly when I let go, I watch the pathetic woman scramble back in fear just before Khatri appears out of nowhere like he could sense I needed his assistance.
“Make sure she's out of the kingdom by morning and do it quietly. I don't want Anxo waking up to unresolved drama.”
“It'll be my pleasure, Princess.”
“It’s Nevaeh .”
For that, I leave the stubborn Warriorhead alone to deal with the hysterical former Queen.
Finally stepping into our room, I find Angel sitting with his head in his hands, mumbling to himself. I can practically see the dark cloud of despair hovering over his head. Angel looks up when the door clicks shut behind me and gives me the weakest smile I’ve ever seen, before nodding towards the bathroom.
After cleaning up, I put on a silk robe and a fresh pair of underwear before going to my mate.
Only clad in black sweats with his bare chest on display, I have to force myself to focus on Angel's mental well-being instead of drooling over the sight of his muscles and ridges on his stomach.
With his back resting against the headboard, Angel is staring off into space, and I can’t take the looming sadness anymore.
Walking to him, I climb on the bed to straddle his lap. The sudden action surprises him enough to snap him out of his daze. Holding me close, Angel leans forward to rest his cheek on my chest. Some of his tension eases when I start running my fingers through his soft curls and kiss the top of his head repeatedly.
“I hate feeling like this,” He whispers ever so softly that I could’ve missed it if I wasn’t holding my breath, waiting for him to say something.
“Like what?”
“Like a monster . Like a worthless man who ruins everything he touches.”
The hatred in his voice for himself is something I never want to hear again. My heart squeezes painfully when he looks at me with solemn eyes, waiting for me to agree, for me to nurture his delusions. The expectant way Angel is looking at me is tearing my heart.
How can I ever think of him as a monster when all I see is a man worthy of so much love but afraid to grasp it?
The anguish on his face slices at my heart. He needs to know nothing about what he just said is true. Lifting his chin with my thumb and forefinger, I stare into those beautiful eyes when I tell him the truth —not the bullshit his parents have fed him for years .
“You’re not a monster, Angel. Not even close. Everything you do is to protect your family and a kingdom that depends on you to do right by them. And sometimes... sometimes that means you have to spill blood, but that doesn't make you a monster.”
“I’m not a good person. She knows the things I’ve done. She’s right. I don’t deserve any of this, all the good things. Y ou .” Shaking his head, Angel buries his face in my neck to hide from the world.
Is that what Angel is worried about? The blood on his hands? Blood that came from protecting his people?
“Go on then. Spill every terrible thing you’ve ever done and watch how I will continue to stand by you,” I urge him by gently kissing his head.
My sweet Angel lifts his head from my neck, his sorrowful red eyes barely holding back tears of frustration because I'm refusing to see his so-called sins .
He is trying to convince me— Nevaeh —known for the trail of bodies I leave behind, that he is the monster.
Somebody needs to remind this guy who his mate is.
Gently stroking his cheek, I urge him once again.
“Go ahead, Angel. Try to sabotage yourself, tell me what they made you believe was a monster's doing. Lay it all out in the open, but I’ll tell you this now… I’ve been in love with you long before I knew you, and I won’t stop after you tell me everything. I don’t give a shit about what you did to ensure the safety of your people because I know your soul .”
Holding his face, I wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes. “After all the pain you've seen, you still find a way to remain compassionate, understanding and so kind that it takes my breath away. You can never be a monster, Anxo. You are my Angel . A little battered and bruised, but still my Angel. Even the real ones above aren't as perfect as you are.”
With a tender kiss on his lips, I lean back, and my heart soars to see a hint of his precious smile peeking through.
“Just when I think I couldn’t be more obsessed with you, you prove me wrong.” He chuckles, his voice hoarse from holding back tears.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way forever.”
Smashing our lips together, I give into the desperate need to feel him closer. I’ve never taken initiation in the bedroom before, but Angel deserves some extra loving tonight. Our lips move together in perfect sync, tasting each other and touching every part of naked skin we can reach.
Spreading my fingers on his chest, I feel his heart pick up at my touch, and slowly lower them to his abs, tracing every curve and dip on his stomach.
When I pull away from our heated kiss, Angel groans. He tries to pull me back, but I move away to lick his jaw, slowly peppering kisses down his neck. I start with slow, wet kisses and grow more confident with every touch. Angel grunts when I bite his neck and tug his curls at the same time.
Starting my journey lower, I leave pink marks all over his chest and those beautifully carved abs, shuffling further down as I go. When I palm his bulge over the sweats, Angel hisses at the sudden contact, and his hips involuntarily buck up, pressing him harder against my hand.
Tugging at his sweats, I wait for him to give me enough space to slide them off before my hand finds his massive length over his boxers. Angel moans when he feels my hand on him, with only a thin layer separating us. I move to get rid of the buffer when he stops me.
Looking up, I see desire burning in his eyes, but he's still holding my hand in place.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask timidly.
Don't tell me I messed up already.
“No! Not at all. But I uh... are you sure, sweetheart? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” Angel grits out through clenched teeth and a tight smile, clearly holding himself back.
I scoot up to kiss him and let my need shine through my fervor so he can see how eager I am to please him. I want him to know I’m enjoying every little change in his breathing and the sounds of pleasure.
“I want to. I really, really want to. Let me make you feel good, Angel,” I murmur against his lips and smile when he finally frees my hand.
Kissing him one more time because how can I resist, I settle between his legs so I’m face-to-face with his desire—a desire that is ready to rip the material off his boxers if I don’t do something about it. I look at him, waiting for a nod before removing the final barrier, and his rock-hard length slaps against his stomach.
I’d be a liar if I said I’m not intimidated by the sheer size of this thing. It’s enormous, covered in angry veins around its girth, with a dark pink tip with fluid dripping.
Out of instinct, I swipe my tongue on his tip to suck it clean, but the feral sound that follows is enough to encourage me to repeat it. Lightly sucking on his tip, I grip him softly, moving my palm up and down.
Angel groans at the movement before forcing a whisper, “Tighter, sweetheart.”
My palm tightens around his length before falling into a rhythm he responds to most. I change my speed and grip and listen intently to what he likes best.
When I fasten my pace with a tight clasp around him, the loudest groan yet signals I’ve found the best pace.
Moving my other hand lower, I palm his balls, playing with them until he is bucking and pushing himself up to feel more.
Time for some revenge.
Slowing down, I swipe my tongue over his tip, making him grunt. “You like that, Angel? Do you want my mouth?” I suck on his tip aggressively before suddenly stopping, making him growl throatily.
When I keep changing my grip with every stroke Angel finally catches onto my teasing.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t put my cock in your mouth before I count to three, I’ll take it away.” He breathes out, doling out my punishment.
I want to win, but I don’t want to stop pleasuring him. His moans are addictive... just like his taste.
“You’re cruel.” I pout, continuing my slow strokes.
“You want to know how much I want this, my sweet girl? Is that it?” Angel grabs the back of my head to bring me to my knees for a hard kiss and I'm melting when he lets me go.
I immediately take his length into my mouth. He is too big to take all of it at once, but I manage a good portion before I start moving up and down, sucking as I go.
“So good, baby… so warm and pretty. Your mouth takes me so well,” Angel whispers.
I'm sure Angel loves watching me ease him in my mouth. He hasn’t once taken his eyes off me. I hum when his tip suddenly touches the back of my throat. It feels rough and a little uncomfortable, but the way his breath hitches, I don’t dare complain.
His moans get louder, but I can still feel Angel holding back from accidentally thrusting into my mouth.
I want him to lose control and give himself to me completely. Letting go of my grip on his thighs, I lower them until I’m gripping his firm ass and urge him to push up.
Angel growls deep in his throat, holding my face in his hands, he starts to move me the way he needs.
“So perfect. My sweet girl is perfect for me, pleasing me so good.” Angel chokes out before thrusting up, hitting the back of my throat every single time.
I focus on breathing through my nose when I start feeling so full with him stuffing my mouth like this.
“I-I’m going to come, sweetheart. Want me to pull out?” He asks, making me shake my head as much as I can and hum in denial.
The vibration from my mouth makes his rhythm falter, so I take over. Angel gets lost in his pleasure as I lead him to his release. It takes me three deep sucks before he is falling apart with a loud groan.
Thick, warm fluid clogs up my throat in spasms until I swallow. After lapping my tongue around him to clean him up properly, I help him pull up his boxers, seeing as he’s lying motionless, trying to catch his breath.
Climbing up, I curl into his side, and he tucks me in closer. Turning to me with a dopey smile, Angel chuckles in a daze. “If your plan was to melt my brain, congratulations sweetheart, you did a great job.”
Rolling on top of him, I trace his jaw and the red marks now littering his skin. “I did good?”
“You were perfect. I think I died and came back to life.”
“I liked it too. I’m going to love you like that all the time now.” Wrapping my arms around him, I rest my chin on his chest.
Angel stares at me with a grave look, “I don’t think I’ll live long if you do that all the time.” He pulls me closer and kisses me like we haven’t seen each other in hours. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“Even when I melt your brain?”
“Especially then.”
I pull back when I feel him rubbing my hips and his hand slip under my silk robe. “I wanted to make you feel good, Angel. I don’t want anything in return,” I breathe against his lips.
“But I want to taste you,” He whines like a child being denied his favorite candy.
“And you can whenever you want, but you should rest now.” I move to slip out of his hold, but he stops me.
“There’s no way my girl is falling asleep without me tiring you to the point you can’t keep your eyes open.”
Leaving kisses on my neck, he bites down gently and flips us so he’s hovering over me. My robe is on the floor in a swift motion, and Angel sucks a harsh breath through his teeth when his eyes fall on my naked body.
Without a warning, his teeth latch onto my nipple as he leaves his marks all over my chest. I’m a mess in seconds. His touch is always too much and too little at the same time. My own hands roam his back before drifting to his bulge, which is painfully hard once again.
“How?” I whisper to myself in shock when I palm him through his boxers.
“Have you met yourself?” Angel chuckles sliding off his boxers and lying on his back. Motioning for me to come closer, he orders, “Come sit on my face beautiful... and face my cock.”
When I take too long because I'm not sure if I heard him right, Angel loses his ever-there patience and pulls me over his face by my waist. With his hand on my back, he bends me over until I’m facing his rock-hard again.
I go to ask him if he’s sure about this, but when his mouth finds my clit, giving it a hard suck, I gasp and buck away from him.
“You’re dripping sweetheart. Stay in place or the next time you move, I’ll have to punish you.” That’s all he says before diving in without a warning, and I jolt again, which results in a hard smack on my ass.
I moan breathily, which catches his attention, and he repeats his so-called punishment on my other cheek while devouring me. Once I’m able to see through the stars of his sweet torture, I focus on the beautiful, needy dick in front of me and take it in my mouth.
His appreciative moan sends vibrations through my spine, and the cycle of delicious torture continues. Every thrust of his tongue travels to my brain until I’m barely hanging on to my sanity.
That’s what we do all night long until both of us are too tired to lift a finger and fall asleep in each other’s arms.