Angel Kisses

23. Ravoka

I tapped Sheba on the shoulder earning me a nasty glare from her."What do you want, stupid slave?"

"Excuse me?! At least I'm not fake ass slut! Everyone in on here knows that those are implants!" I shouted motioning to her overly sized breasts. My temper was rising faster than a hellhound can run.

By the look on her face she knew she had been caught,"W-what?! These are so real! Go grovel on the floor where you belong."

Suddenly my fingernails sharpened and I could feel my canines elongate slightly. I pounced on her causing us both to fall to the floor. My new claws had already made a nasty scratch on the side of her face when she realized what was happening. She started shifting into her wolf form. I knew my dress was getting ruined but I didn't care, red clouded my vision and my judgement. I could faintly here Killian yelling in the background as she leaped towards me. I dipped and sank my claws into her exposed belly throwing her back to the ground. I hovered over her wolf and readied my self to deliver another attack when I was suddenly yanked away.

"Nova! Stop this! What are you thinking?!"

"Are you defending her!?!"

"No! I don't care about her! I'm protecting what belongs to me."

I stopped struggling against him and looked into his eyes. Instead of the flames I expected, his chocolaty eyes melted my temper. Our moment was interrupted by a loud snarl. Sheba lunged towards me, intent for kill. Instead she was met with the devil in all his glory. Killian' s dark wings were spread to their full length and his skin and eyes glowed with lava. His hair was topped with flames and his claws were extended much farther than mine. You could see the recognition of her fault in her eyes as she saw him mid jump. His claws raked across her side throwing her to the ground. Sheba did not try to get up again.

Killian dragged me into his arms as he stood tall, power radiating from his form."I am truly sorry for the commotion we have caused, thank you for your invitation and farewell."

With that we zipped out of sight of the baffled onlookers.

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"WHAT IN HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?!"

I curled into a ball in the bed as Killian paced around the room yelling at me. He continued raging and shouting, all of his anger directed towards me and the scene I had made. I couldn't hold it back, I let out a choked sob as tears rolled down my cheeks. Immediately Killian stopped in his tracks and looked at me. His face softened and he rushed to my side holding me close. He handled me carefully as if I would break.

This time he spoke softly,"angel, I just don't understand why you did it."

He seemed sincerely confused by my previous behavior.

"S-She t-touched you." My voice came out and small, I was so nervous that he would laugh at me and claim that I was stupid for reacting that way.

"Really?" I nodded."And then then there's the fact of how you did it. What was that? You had claws, like mine."

"Maybe it's the brand"

"That's very possible. Will you show me your wings?"

I spread my wings for examination. His face turned into a slight scowl and I moved to look in the mirror. The blackness had spread farther across my wings now nearly halfway.

"fuck" he cursed beneath his breath and moved away, pacing and running his hand through his hair.

He stopped and turned to me stepping towards me. He picked up my hand gently as if it were glass."I need to go talk to someone, wait here for me."

He softly pressed his lips against the hand he held. I was left confused as he rushed out of the room determinedly.

Only seconds after he had left I felt a light sizzling crawling across my skin. Starting at my hip it slowly creeped up. I dropped my dress to the floor and found the source of the heat. My dragon brand had come to life and was crawling its way up my torso. I screamed and tried to swat the dragon from my skin but it was my skin. I fell back onto the bed and scrambled around in the sheets going into a panic.

I froze when I heard it. The slow dark whispering. I carefully untangled myself from the sheets and rose from the bed. It was as if I could not control my own body. The whispering grew in intensity and I was able to make out an ancient sounding language. The dragon reached my neck and started rippling. A smoky shadow of it rose from my skin. I don't know how, but I knew with absolute certainty that no one but me could see this ghostly monster lounging on my shoulder.

It's head rose and moved towards my ear. All of the whispering seemed to come into focus as if I had merely been listening to it from underwater before. I now understood the words the raspy voice uttered to me.

Sssweet, I can taste your ssscent. What a beautiful gift. You may jusssst come in handy.

"W-what are you?!"

I'm a ravoka, a simple curssse tying one perssson to another. But you, my dear, have brought me to life. Your love for Killian given me the blessssing of conscioussnessss. Trussst me, dear, I want the absssolute bessst for you and your captor. I can be your very bessst friend. I can give you advice anytime, you need jusst assssk.

With that he sank back into my skin and slithered back down to my hip and returned to his original pose. Not a moment later Killian burst through the door. He paused glancing at my nearly bare appearance and the dress that had been thrown to the floor. A look of confusion crossed his god-like features.

"What happened?"

I was about to tell him about the brand but I couldn't. For some reason I felt that if I did I would let someone down, break a promise. With that in mind I look at the floor afraid of him seeing the truth in my eyes."nothing, I got hot that's all."

He raised his eyebrows in suspicion. Even though he was clearly not convinced he shrugged it off as I pull my dress back on and let me get away with the lie. Instead he glides over to me and wraps his arms around my waist. Leaning down he kisses me sweetly, as if cherishing the very thought of me. Killian had never kissed me like this before. Usually it is rough and rushed due to the amount of passion behind it. I melt into his arms, I'm practically crippled by the pure ecstasy this kiss gives me.

"I'm going to take you to the Hide out tomorrow." He whispers into my lips. I simply mumble a mhmm reply back, barely understanding what he said.

Slowly he pulls me back to the bed and lays me down. Sliding into the bed beside me, he pulled me to his chest with his arms around me. I felt like I was in a big, warm, safe caccoon. How ironic, that I felt safe in the arms of the devil. Demons are our natural enemies so why is that I felt so comfortable with the king of all demons?