Chapter 22: Her kiss…my temptation
Mikhail:
Breathing heavily, I meld my lips to Nevaeh as my hands learn the wonders of her body. I’m about to slide my hands between her thighs when suddenly my door bursts open. Rowan and Kell run in, rambling in excitement as Nevaeh and I struggle to sit straight.
Both boys stop dead in shock as they take in the scene before them. Seeing that Nevaeh is half-naked, I pull her close to my chest and cover her with my body. Damn my idiotic brothers for interrupting such a perfect moment. “What the hell, guys! Get the fuck out!” I yell out.
Unfortunately, both morons are still standing there with their mouths gaping open. Angry, I throw my pillow, startling them out of their shock as the pillow rams into Kell’s chest. “Get…out!”
To my mortification and amusement, Rowan and Kell wordlessly turn to leave but bump into each other on the way as they run out the door. They look like two bumbling fools as they grasp the handle and trip over their own feet.
Taking a deep breath, I sit up with Neveah in my arms and kiss her swollen lips. “I’m sorry.”
Nevaeh giggles in reply. “It’s not your fault; I think we just got carried away.”
To my regret, she pulls away and adjusts her blouse. I nod my head even though my body wants to protest the loss of her warmth. It was such a perfect moment to able to touch her silky skin and kiss her pouty lips. I was so close. However, I can wait. Nevaeh is worth the wait. “Yeah, I really didn’t expect this to happen either.”
She nods her head in understanding. “I guess we both got caught up in the moment.”
Standing from the bed, I search for my shirt and look back when I hear Nevaeh’s startled gasp. “What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned.
Not answering my question, Nevaeh stands behind my back. A shiver works its way up my back as she glides her hand down my wings. “Wow, your tattoo is beautiful.”
Smiling, I turn to face her and pull her close. Her honey eyes close as she places a kiss against my chest. She’s so sweet and sensual that I’m putty in her hands. I kiss her forehead, feeling content with having her in my arms. This is one of the happiest moments that I’ve ever felt since I moved here. My heart beats wildly in my chest, and my body feels overly sensitive with every scorching touch of her roaming hands. I want to purr like a cat every time she touches me. However, I don’t. Instead, I stand there and let her pet me. I don’t want to scare her away with the veracity of my feelings.
After a couple of minutes of her torturous touch, she shyly mutters. “Mikhail, I-I’ve…I’ve dreamt about this.”
“I know,” I say, unsurprised.
Nevaeh’s eyes widen with shock. “You know? How?”
I clear my throat and sit down next to her. This is going to take some explaining. “Because you’re my mate.”
Her brow furrows in confusion. “Okay, …wait… you need to start from the beginning. Tell me everything.”
I glance down at her as she sits stiffly on the corner of my bed with her hands on her lap. She looks like a child who is waiting for her parents to tell her a story.
I think through my response for a moment. There’s so much that she needs to know. I tell her everything. What I am, about the council, what I learned about my parents, and about the danger we’re facing. I don’t hold back because she needs to know. It’s the only way I can ensure that she’s safe.
Telling her that she’s my soul mate is a little harder to do. I tell her how angels know who their soul mates are because the females dream of their mate. I confess to sneaking into her room and hearing her whisper the words only a mate would know—“Sodales Semper”—and how I knew then that she was my soulmate.
Once I’m done, I release a nervous breath. I feel as if a weight has lifted from my shoulders. There are no more secrets between us now. To my surprise, Nevaeh pulls me next to her and sits on my lap. “Well, I guess my boyfriend is a lot more extraordinary than I thought.” Feeling happy, I hold her tightly.
That night, I sneak into her room and lie next to her. Nevaeh snuggles into my chest with a soft sigh and whispers. “I love you, Khail.”
She sounds hesitant as she says it. Almost as if she’s waiting for me to reject her. It’s brave of her to confess her feelings to me, considering how unloved she has felt over the years.
My heart soars at her words. She loves me. I know that it’s scary to hear someone say that at our age, but I know she’s my soul mate. There’s no one as perfect for me as Nevaeh, which means that love is part of the equation.
“I love you too, princess,” I mumble against her temple. Nevaeh’s sweet lips tilt into a bright smile before she crawls up my chest and kisses me passionately. With those words roaming around in our heads, we both happily fall asleep in each other’s arms.