Chapter 28 Unraveled by You #2
That realization hits harder than anything else tonight.
He loves me when I glare instead of giving in to his flirting. Loves me even when I’m cold, and he’s the purest form of sunshine. Loves me even when I’m afraid to say it back.
“Dean, I… I—” My words fall apart into a whimper when his thrust gets harder, hitting somewhere that makes my toes curl.
His hand snakes under my thigh, lifting my leg around his waist as he pulls me closer. The shift steals every coherent thought from my head.
There’s no space left between us, no room to breathe, only feel.
The sounds filling the room are raw and downright dirty, and even if I tried, I couldn’t stop the moan that slips out.
The pressure builds faster this time, overwhelming to the point that my hips move instinctively, chasing the release like a wild animal in heat.
I catch his lip between my teeth, biting lightly.
“Fates, I love you.” His lips find my neck, voice rough against my skin.
My fingers dig into his back, pulling him closer, leaving a trail of scratches behind. I can barely breathe with how full I feel.
Dean hisses, his rhythm breaking before his control slips and he starts rutting into me like a madman.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he gasps, “That’s right, baby, mark me.”
Dean hisses again, but this time it sounds like he’s actually in pain.
When he stills, his cock buried deep inside me, I worry I went too far and hurt him, but his focus is fixed on his right shoulder.
My lips part as I watch the markings on his arm shift, changing, spreading into something else, adding fresh ones on the spaces that were empty before.
I reach out to touch them, but the second my fingers brush his skin, dark veins appear on mine, spreading through my arm fast.
I gasp, staring at my hand, and when I bring the other to my face, it’s covered in black veins too.
Dean leans back, his hands squeezing my breasts, running over every inch of my skin as his expression shifts into something deeply satisfied. Like he understands what’s happening before I do.
“Look at that,” he rasps. “You’re mine now, hellfire. Bonded to me.” His voice drops as he pulls me closer, slamming into me hard enough to steal my breath.
“Mine. My hellfire.”
The word echoes through me… settling somewhere deep and permanent.
Something in me snaps at his words, and I fall apart, the intensity stealing my breath. Dean follows right after, his warm release fills me. Both of us unraveling together, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, stretching our orgasm until neither of us can hold on anymore.
Dean blinks, and his eyes flash an unnatural blue, rippling like the ocean. He stares in shock as his essence shifts, streaked with shades of blue and purple, looking like a powerful storm taking shape as our Divine merge.
Something inside me unlocks… something I’ve been missing for years.
It feels like finding a piece of myself I thought was gone forever.
My back arches as a hum builds inside me, magic through my veins like something new awakened.
Before I can hold onto it, the power fades, leaving me drained, exhausted, and sore in places I’ve never been before.
Dean collapses beside me, immediately pulling me into his arms, holding me close.
“Did we just…?”
“Bonded for eternity?” Dean grins down at me. “Yeah, we did.”
“Good.” My cheeks hurt from the wide smile stretching on my face.
I never realized how rarely I smiled before Dean came into my life.
There’s no denying how fast and how deeply I’ve fallen for him.
I don’t know how I missed it before, but now I can’t imagine a world without him.
He told me he loves me, and all I did was stare like a fool because he was saying something out loud that could crumble the delicate bond between us.
Or maybe I can’t say it back because of the secrets I still haven’t told him. Every time I share anything about my past, I keep a lot of the details to myself, and I’m starting to hate how that makes me feel.
Like I’m building something real on half-truths.
I know Dean wouldn’t force me to share… but this one secret could ruin everything. And I’m running out of ways to pretend it won’t.
I can’t keep living like I’m about to drown. Sooner or later, I have to face this.
“Dean, do you… Do you want kids?”
He props himself up on his elbow, his brows knitting together at the sudden shift.
“Do you want kids?”
I blink, not expecting him to turn the question on me.
“Dean…” I press my face into his chest, gathering the courage to say it out loud. “I can’t have kids. I’m infertile.” The word catches in my throat, even after all these years.
I found out the night I escaped, and it became a big reason I stopped thinking and did whatever it took to get out of there.
The women who gave Tiberius sons were treated better than the rest, and I knew if he found out, instead of killing me, he would’ve kept me as his personal toy.
Dean cups the back of my head, gently pulling me away so I have to look at him.
“I hate that you didn’t get to choose the life you wanted.
” A tear rolls down my cheek, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“Hazel, it’s okay to mourn something you never had.
There’s no shame in admitting you wanted the choice. ”
“I don’t think I want kids.” My heart sinks as I say it, but looking at my life now, I don’t see it for myself.
Dean simply nods, but I feel the need to explain better. “It’s not like I don’t like kids. I love August more than I ever thought I could love a child, but I don’t know if I want one that’s just mine. Being responsible for something so little, so vulnerable… it’s terrifying.”
He smiles, and for a second, it throws me off. “Baby, you don’t need to explain. I already have two daughters. One’s about to have a baby. I’m not saying I never thought about having more kids with my mate, but it’s your decision. I’m content either way.”
This is all I wanted. A choice. Someone to tell me I can have whatever I want, even if it doesn’t make sense.
Blinking back tears, I croak, “But how? Even if I... Even if I decide I want kids later, how would that work? I don’t think Heaven will let you steal more Divine.”
Dean gasps at the dig. “Hey, I was seventeen. And I’m concerned your mind went straight to robbery while talking about our future kids.” He tugs me closer, his eyes softening when I lean into him.
“We could adopt. You know, the normal, legal way.” He chuckles.
Dean hesitates before adding, “Elijah mentioned the Diablo Towers are building an academy in the human realm. It’s for orphaned or abandoned supernatural kids who are left there because of neutral land policies.
It’ll be a safe place to grow up. They’ll be trying to place them in good homes.
So if you ever decide you want to be a mother, we could go visit. ”
He says it carefully, offering me a future without pushing me into it.
I sniff, wiping the corner of my eyes. “And you’d really be okay with that? Never having a kid that’s your flesh and blood?”
“It’s like everything I say goes right over your thick skull. I just gave a whole speech about not giving a shit where the little demons come from.”
I laugh. “I don’t think we can call them demons.”
“You’re right, I’ll wait until I know what they are. I don’t want to offend a dragon by calling it a demon. I love my skin smooth, not raw and overcooked.”
The laugh that bursts out of me is so loud and hearty, I feel it in my stomach.
I hate that it took me so long to get here, but in another life, the fates bonded me with Dean again, I’d swim against the current through oceans to find him.
I take his face in my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes.
“I love you, Dean.” My voice catches on the words.
This feels big. Monumental.
"Of course you do.” He smirks.
“You are insufferable.” I smack his chest.
Dean shifts over me, his mouth hovering just above mine. “Say that again.”
“You are insufferable.” I breathe.
He chuckles. “Not that part, smartass.”
I press a kiss to his lips. “I love you. I honestly don’t know why, but I do.”
“It’s obviously because of my good looks, my sense of humor, my irresistible charm, and my cock that you’re so obsessed—”
I slap a hand over his mouth before he starts listing everything he thinks is perfect about him. “You’re so annoying.”
“You love me anyway.”
“Never said I was perfect.” I giggle.
He cups my face, kissing me slow and deep, until the fire rekindles inside me.
“I love you, hellfire. My life was incomplete without you. I was incomplete without you. Thank you for letting me woo you.
Before I can say I didn’t have a chance against his stubborn ass, Dean dives in for a kiss that stretches long into the night.