The god complex (Book one of The Devil's Daughter trilogy)

Chapter nine.

A loud bell rings clear waking me, the bells toll louder the bell turns out to be Hell's Bells by AC-DC playing loudly in the speakers surrounding father's room.

"Get up," someone lightly pushes me then kisses my cheek. I smile and turn over and almost kiss their lips. I yawn and they gag. "You need to brush your teeth Savior." Night laughs and I punch him without opening my eyes.

"Don't call me that," I say groggily. He pulls me into his body and laughs.

"Your dad has an ironic sense of humor," I snort.

"Yea, ironic." He trails his fingers down my jawline giving me goose bumps, he rubs my shoulders then kisses them.

"This is nice," he murmurs then proceeds to kiss the nap of my neck. I turn to face him, up close I never noticed that he has a freckle above his left eyebrow, he looks at me and smiles, he has dimples. His eyebrows are perfectly boyish, dark brown and framing his face nicely. His eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, his face is soft and gleams in the early morning hell light. His face is a work of art, his tan skin is starting to pale and in the winter his skin will be creamy white and his eyes will shine like stars.

"Don't move," I say airy. I bring my hesitant hands up, one on the back of his neck lightly tugging on his dark curls and the other lays flat on his cheek. He stiffens at my touch but I move forward, I pull in closer and just inches from him I freeze. My blood is frozen my cheeks are hot, I'm scared.

"Well don't leave me wait-" before he can finish his sentence my lips are crashing onto his. He wraps me in his arms, closer to him. Our bodies mold into one, he weaves his arm around my waist and the other on my back, laying his hand on the small of my back. He moans and I huff, he bites his lip and I flick my tongue at his lips. We part for a second to catch our breath then pull together again, when our lips touch once more something sparks my lips are warm and so are Night's, this can't be happening.

I'm on fire and so is he. He tries to pull me closer not noticing he's burning, he removes his mouth from mine and moves them to my collar bone. I gasp and laugh with excitement.

"God, you'er so hot," he moans and nuzzles into my neck, I crack a smile and laugh, can he not tell?

"I would like to think so," he snickers and looks up at me with his eyes bright and finally sees the fire circling us.

"HOLY SH-!" He jumps back and stumbles off the bed. The flames extinguish the instant he pulls away. "HOW, WHAT?" He looks at me in wonder.

"Are you hurt?" I crawl off the bed pulling my shirt over my body and tugging up my sweats higher, my eyes search his body skimming for burns. His shirt is wrinkled and he jeans bunched but no smoke or burn marks. His face and hands look fine, I hold his hands up to my face and stare inspecting every inch of them. "You're not burned!?" He stands pulling me up with him, he grabs my face quickly before I have enough time to react and push him away, and kisses me. No fire.

"That was strange." He says point blank.

"Yea, even for me."

We look at the bed, no scorch marks or rising smoke, nothing. Its like only we were on fire.

"Weird." I nod, he grabs my hand and kisses my nose, I push him away just in case him getting not burned when we kiss was a fluke, but he pulls me into his arms. I look up at him with a frown but he rubs my growing hair. "I will never get used to seeing you with hair." He smiles as I roll my eyes and punch him in the ribs.

"Hungry?" I say to him as my stomach growls, he laughs but its drowned out by his own stomach. We laugh all the way to the kitchen.

"OHMIGOD! YOU DIRTY SLUT!" Chaos grins as Night and I walk into the kitchen hand in hand. I pull away first to hug Chaos but Daye jumps in between us. Oh right poison.