Until Darkness Ascends

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

She felt her skin vibrate against his, her head gently nuzzled within the crevasse of his arm. Altair must have noticed that she stirred, because he sat up, his hand gently following the contours of her abdomen.

"Sunshine, you have to eat something."

Whining, she shook her head. "No, more sleep. Sleep hasn't exactly been on our agenda." A small, closed-eyed smile fell upon her face. "Not that I'm complaining."

She heard his deep laugh filter through the room, and suddenly her need for sleep dissipated. A new want came forth, filling the pit of her stomach and making her sex quiver by the thought. She opened her eyes, turning to look up at her...mate. That was what he was. And that was an incredible feeling. To know that someone would always be there for you, root for you, protect you...he was her own personal angel.

And she would be whatever he needed.

"Actually," she murmured, her hand sliding over his chest. Her fingers followed the curvature of his muscle frame, trailing over the V just above his hardening cock. He groaned, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips.

"No. And not because I don't want you. You need to eat."

"I need your co-"

He kissed her, silencing that filthy word on her lips. She smiled against him. He pulled away. "Food and then sex."

"No, sex and then food."

"You're a stubborn female."

Sitting up, she removed the furs from his lap and climbed on top. She sighed, that smile still effervescent. "Fuck me and I'll do as you want. I promise."

Arms captured her waist, a cock hard and ready against her sex. "I'll never win an argument again."

"It's best you learn that now."

His eyes although soft and loving, hardened as he slammed her sex down onto his member. They watched each other gasp from such feeling. "I think I can deal with such tribulations. But there's something you should know."

"Hmm?" she hummed, her hips trying to coax her next orgasm. His hands stilled her, and she pouted.

A hand pulled her hair, jutting her chin up so he could mark her neck once again. "This cock can turn you into a submissive, obeying, moaning whore." And then he surged his hips up, his thumb gently massaging her clit.

She couldn't disagree.

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He hand-fed her the seaweed, nourishing her, which she could tell made him incredibly happy. When her meal was finished, he had fed her that delicious chocolate cake, which pleased her as well. She loved that cake.

But she wondered what now? Happily ever after? She hoped so.

She realized he only fed her, not eating himself and she cocked her head in confusion. "Why are you not eating?"

"I will eat later."

"But I am finished. Eat now." As she looked into his red eyes, she'd realized that what he had said about an archangel's response to mating was true. It was like his head was clouded with her, focused wholly on her well-being. She was almost sure he'd starve himself, forgetting that even he needed nourishment.

So she would take care of him and she was happy to do so. Wrapping a fur around her, she stood up, and walked to the door. She waited for her mate to follow her, and then she went to her room, dressing in a casual dress to venture through Olympia in. He watched her. He followed her. And suddenly she realized he was surely going to shower her in attention and affection, never leaving her side, at least for now. She didn't blame him. After being alone for so long, it was natural to feel so furiously attached to her.