Chapter 14

*Davea's POV*

I ended up getting over 4 hours of sleep for the first time in centuries. Then I got fucked, had a surprisingly good talk with me new… whatever he is. My demon was happy, my Angel side felt secure and I felt like I was back to 100% power. 24 hours ago I was dreading meeting the being I thought was going to tear me away from the life I loved. Instead, he’s adding to it and helping me tame age old scars and I don’t mind it. No one is more shocked than me, though I really don’t want the others to know. I’m sure they have an idea since we were gone “fighting” for so long the other night and came back wearing new clothes, but I would prefer to not have it known that I have a weakness. That’s what it is when you get close to someone when you're a god of war, a weakness. But, I already felt as though he was filling in the gaps in my soul that I didn’t know were there. That scared me more than a thousand ass hat angels. Then there is the fact that he calmed my demon, with his own! He famously keeps his buried, but he let it out to calm mine. He is also a freak. He used what he knew about my love of humans to talk dirty to my demon in French no less. At the mention of the humans on the floors below us my demon calmed. “personne n'a le droit de te toucher.” (No one is allowed to touch you). I was conflicted at that and stiffened until he took it a step further. “chut maintenant. Je n'ai jamais dit qu'on ne pouvait pas les toucher.” (Hush now, I never said you couldn’t touch them). Maybe I was wrong about him in some regards.

Things were looking up. Ya know, except for the new threat to humanity in the form of an apocalypse by an unknown enemy. At least I’ll get to join in fights more. The rest of my day will be spent making accommodations for myself, and the other six at all of my bars across the world. I am still booking Devland his own suite but they will all be next to mine. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone if they asked, but I was already finding myself getting addicted to his touch after one night. As disgusting as I found it, I was already missing it after a few hours being away. I was finding myself agreeing with the fates decision. We did seem to fill the gaps in each other nicely, literally and metaphorically. After getting my business affairs in order, I send a text to my demons. “Prepare. All communication and orders go through myself or one of the 7. New information, as always, is rewarded. No further changes.” They all knew me by now. If there is necessary information, I will tell them. Questions were welcome but they hardly ever came. Responses to orders were not necessary. I continued preparing my bars for my potential absence. I know that I will be able to run them from anywhere, but I was also prepared to be fighting more and didn’t want any business to slip through the cracks. As I continued my work I received a text from an unsaved number. I knew it was Devland because I had, admittedly, stared at the number a few times throughout the day considering asking him to join me.

“What do you eat? -Devland”

Did he really just sign his text? And what kind of question is that?

“Food mainly. I lost the taste for children long ago. And you don’t need to sign your name, I saved your number.”

“You’ll have to show me how to do that later. I would still like an actual answer though, please. All that I found in your kitchen were lemons and eggs? -Devland”

“Haha that makes more sense now. I don’t cook. I own a bar with full food service and live in the same bar. They will make you whatever you want. Are you just going to keep signing your name then? If so, there's not really a reason to save your number.”

“I thought you said that you already saved it? I will wait on food. Do you drink the heavy whipping cream? -Devland”

“I am almost done with work, I’ll come get you and we can eat. And no, that’s for baking, you don’t want to drink that.”

“I will buy you more. I look forward to seeing you soon. -Devland”

“See you soon. And I will be asking to hear that story. -Daeva”

I had to sign my name on the last one just to show him it was weird. I was also breaking into a fit of giggles by the end thinking about him drinking the whipping cream. I’m almost sorry he didn’t try the can of condensed milk in the pantry, but I would have hated to miss that.

I finished everything quicker than I initially thought and headed back to my suite. I went to knock on Devlands door but it swung open before I could. Oh no. He was in black dress pants and a green dress shirt. A green that perfectly matched my eyes. It was still unbuttoned, flaunting his perfect body at me. I raised my eyebrow at him nodding towards his shirt. “What?” He said grinning, “it’s my new favorite color.” He leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on my lips. “ I was hoping to keep this,” I said, pointing between us “under wraps until we can figure out not only our lives, but who wants to end the world.” He shrugged, but his grin never faltered. “It’s just a shirt, my love. I won’t scream it from your rooftop… yet.” He replied, adding another wink. Him and Cam should form a group for people who can’t blink properly, but damn he was sexy. I just rolled my eyes and went to turn back around back towards the door to go get food, but instead I was lifted by my neck and ass and slammed into the brick wall beside us. I gasped in shock but was immediately wet. Devlands eyes were the deepest darkest blue I’d ever seen, almost black but still definitely blue. There’s his demon.

I grinned at him as he gently ran his thumb up to my chin. “I love it when you roll your eyes at me, my love” His demon cooed. His voice was so deep that I could feel the walls rumble. My angel took over, and I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him into me, feeling how much his demon wanted me. “So feisty. No one tells you what to do, do they, my love?” He said, loosening his grip on me. Devland was fighting it, but his demon wanted control. “Is that what you want to do, baby? Tell me what you want” I purred. He was still fighting it, but I wanted to play. He grunted, losing his fight he said “I want you, begging me for release” as he pushed himself against me. His hand holding my ass left and then came back with a hard crack. I let out a moan but when I opened my eyes I found uncertainty in his. “How would you make me do that?” My angel said with a pout. Another crack against my ass. His demon was a freak, and I wanted more. Even humans were too afraid to take control of me in the bedroom. It’s definitely new to be on the receiving end but I wanted more. The third crack sent waves of pleasure rippling through me and I shook in his grip as he kept on my neck and bit my ear. He paused again, I could tell his angel was still fighting to gain control. “I’ve been wanting to do that since you threw me through your own wall” His demon cooed again. I shivered. Oh shit I was losing him. His demon liked to have control. I must be driving him insane.

“I’m all yours then Amore, show me what you want” I purred again. He pulled back. Damn it. “Do not ever change,” Devland said, looking into my eyes. They swirled twice and Devland took back control. He’s right, that is fascinating. They landed on the light blue of my shirt and I knew I wouldn’t be getting my demon back. “Will you say that again for me please, my love?” I smirked, I knew what he was asking but I had to try to get his demon back. “Show me..” is all I got out before he bit my bottom lip, I looked down to see his eyes darken but not enough. “You know what I’m asking for. Please.” He was all but begging. “Only if you’ll let your demon come back out to play.” Oh no that was the wrong thing to say too. He walked me over and set me on the bed and sat himself down beside me. He racked his hand over his face the same way I do when I’m stressed. “Did you know they’re still rebuilding the third circle of hell?” He asked.