Chapter 48 – Vale #2
His face changes into a deep frown. Sadness fills his eyes for a moment before he has a chance to school his features. “I know that, sweetheart. I’ve always known you would. It pleases me greatly that you found each other. He needs you, more than you know.”
Oz shrinks down to near human size, but he still doesn’t look like a human. He’s an angel who has a duty that’s much greater than all of us, and though I don’t know this world, I get the feeling Oz is a good guy.
As he sets me on my feet, I realize he doesn’t overwhelm me anymore, and for that I’m grateful. I feel at ease. Maybe it’s because I touched his halo.
“Before I free him, I need you to promise me something, Vale.”
I turn in his arms and see that Oliver is in his demon form. He pounds against the air, like it's holding him prisoner. “What is it?”
“Promise me you won’t tell him what I gave you. He couldn’t see what truly happened. What he saw was an illusion.”
“Don’t hurt him.”
“I would never hurt him. You must understand, so much of what I do, what I am is to protect my family in this world. If you believe nothing else of me, believe that.” Oz’s eyes are earnest when I look back at him over my shoulder.
Oz seems sincere. His words feel truthful, but I was taught to fear demons and their lies. Are demons not evil? He’s an angel, yet he’s a king of Hell. But he is my love’s family. I want to trust him, his word.
“I trust you, for now. Don’t make me regret it.” I don’t know if I’m an idiot for offering him my trust, but I do it willingly nonetheless.
“Then promise me,” he demands again.
“I promise I won’t tell him you gave me part of your energy,” I say. I make the promise and it’s like something clicks into place inside me. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it. I hope I never find out what happens if I break it.
Oz snaps his fingers and Oliver falls forward, barely catching himself. I run to him.
“Old man, don’t you ever do that again,” Ash growls. “She’s mine.”
Oz chuckles. “Don’t worry, I know she belongs to you. I wouldn’t take her from you.”
“As if you could,” I call out over my shoulder.
Oliver wraps me in his arms and pulls me against his heated skin. I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes as I press my lips into his chest. “I’m fine, he didn’t hurt me.”
I look over at Oz who's exiting the library. He winks at me, and it feels almost like a blessing. He wants me to be here with Oliver. He wants me to protect his grandson, and I will. Always.
“Let’s eat,” Oz belts out and disappears into the kitchen again.
Oliver pulls my head up to look at him. “Tell me you’re okay.” My beautiful monster came out to protect me.
“I’m fine. I promise. We just had a chat, that’s all. Everything’s okay,” I explain, and he takes in a deep breath as his body returns to looking almost human.
“For a moment, I thought he’d take you away from me,” Oliver says, his eyes lost.
“He could never,” I tell him. “He could never hurt you that way, Oliver. He wanted to speak with me, and I needed to understand why he affected me so much.”
“Do you understand it now? That he is lust.”
“Yeah, he’s the demon, er, angel of lust, and you share the same energy. No wonder I felt strange. It’s like having two of you in the same house. I’m sorry it affected me so.”
I’m attracted to Oz, which is beyond strange. It might be a hard thing to come to terms with even when I understand why.
“I told you, don’t be ashamed of how he makes you feel. He can’t stop it. That’s who he is, his essence. He calls out to your soul. You feel the light, and you feel the darkness. I don’t think you should feel guilty for it. I think most people feel some sort of attraction to him.”
I grab Oliver’s cheeks in my hand and force him to look into my eyes. “I was only attracted to him because he felt like you. It’s you who I want. It’s you who I desire. It’s you who I love.”
He lifts me up onto one of the tables, and when he spreads my legs, I giggle. He leans down between my thighs and swipes his long tongue over my sex like he needs to mark me. I love how possessive he is right now.
“Tell me you belong to me,” he demands, and his voice is a deep, vibrating growl in his chest. He needs this.
“I belong to you, Oliver,” I moan as he suckles my clit between his lips and my eyes roll up into my head.
His tongue swirls hot and slick over my sex so fast my thighs tremble around his head. I lift up and slide my fingers through his long locks, pulling him. His mouth suctions over my clit again, and that’s all it takes to make me come. I cry out, trying to lower my voice, but I can’t.
I rock my hips over his mouth as the orgasm slowly fades. I jerk away when he tries to suckle me again, and finally he lets me go. Oliver stands up and smiles with a deviousness I’ve never seen. I love it.
“Now come on, let me feed you,” he says, then licks my slick from his lips, groaning as he tastes my desire on his tongue.
I don’t care about food now. He’s fucked me all up. Now I want him inside me. I want him thrusting deep. I want to be one with him.