Chapter 11

*Devlands POV*

Daeva was in her head the entire dredge to the top floor. I’m sure she felt it too, the pull, the heat. I wanted nothing more than to be buried inside her again but her eyes were swirling and I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt. Most of us lead with our demon or our angel and switch back and forth slowly. Daeva seems to switch constantly when she’s in thought. Either she has little control over either side or they’re exactly equal and I’m not sure which one is more terrifying. Her eyes finally landed back to green as we came up to her door.

I stopped, hoping for more time but she walked across the hall to “my suite”. I didn’t know what to say. How to keep being near her without scaring her or pissing her off. My angel just wanted to touch her, and hold her but I couldn’t tell her that. She blushed any time I complimented her, that would scare her. I let my angel side take the reins anyway, caressing her and trying to show her that I wasn't about to hurt her. Every time she touched me I was on fire so I got undressed as quickly as I could to get as much of it as possible. I wanted to savor her, though. I could tell she was still in her head because every once in a while she would pause. So I just focused on touching her as much as possible.

By the time I got her fully naked she was fully embracing it. She was practically humming. I would have teased her more, I loved tasting her anyways but she thrust her hips into mine one too many times and my control slipped. I slowly lowered into her but she was more than ready. “Fuck” I breathed as I shoved myself the rest of the way in. She shuddered and then contracted around me, and that was the end of my control.

I wanted to make love to her, but my body needed her more. I let loose, as she moaned under me. I pulled her hair and she came around me. I was putting everything that I could into her, nearly tearing apart her industrial bed frame. As I pounded into her I could feel her getting closer and I couldn’t wait much longer. I tugged her nipple with my teeth, and we both were lost to our orgasms moaning into each other.

I wasn’t about to part from her any time soon so I went back to my original plan. I slowed my pace and made love to this beautiful psycho that the fates tied me to. The second time that she tried to flip me I tied her hands to the bedpost and stepped up the pace. I could feel her shudder against me and I lost track of the amount of times she came.

By the time I was close to my own ecstasy she was free of my tie and clinging to me like she couldn’t get enough. I came into her the second I felt her do the same. Then we both collapsed onto the bed. “Well at least I don’t have leaves in my hair time.” She laughed once she caught her breath again. I let out my low rumbling laugh. I think her angel likes me, her eyes turn gold when I laugh and it’s all I need to push the subject. “I think you looked good with leaves in your hair.

I’d actually like to see it more often.” I said winking at her. There’s my favorite shade of pink on her cheeks. She was very comfortable with sex and her body, but it doesn't seem like she was good at taking compliments. She was strong and beautiful and I knew that she had to be the topic of more than a few fantasies, but she was still uncomfortable and I couldn't figure out why. I also needed to understand why she didn't want to stay with me. I knew she was feeling the pull, how is she able to resist it?

I just smiled bigger and her eyes flashed gold. “So, my love. Is it that you don’t want to see me at night or that you don’t think I wish to see you?” The pink intensified on her cheeks. “Look Devland, just because the fates tied us together doesn’t mean that we need to stay that way,” she started. Oh hell no, but I let her continue. “We are very, very different creatures and I am very used to the way I live my life.

I just need time to get used to the idea of change. I’m not around Angels as much and you are the same with Demons. Let’s just.. do this often but get used to each other before we make any… living decisions.” Her eyes were swirling again by the time she finished. I am starting to question which eye color meant what. I’m even more confused with her statement.

She’s mine and will be until my end, even if it was her that ended me. I wanted to be wrapped up in her contantly and know everything about her and I couldn't figure out why she was pushing me away so much. Her eyes landed on red again for a moment as I scowled down at her. Even above my curiousity about her pushing me away was my curiousity about her eyes.

I scowled at her some more but couldn’t help myself. “Which color is your demon?” “What?!” she practically yelled. “Your eyes swirl, the green is my favorite but your gold comes out the most. But I’m starting to question if it’s your angel or your demon?” I replied simply. “Um.. gold is my demon.” She replied.

Oh damn I was not expecting that. “How do they swirl like that?” I can’t help myself. “I um. I don’t lead with either side of myself. I can tell what both my angel and demon want and I listen to them both. I'm too preoccupied to let one rule and force the other back. So I let both of them make decisions, but my demon likes to show off. It’s why I’m slow to act but precise when I do.

They are usually perfectly in sync unless.. I’m asleep or over emotional.” Hmm. It’s making more sense to me now. She’s a god of war. Her stories are legendary not only in the supernatural world but the human one as well. It’s a good thing we don’t need much sleep, I can’t imagine she would get much anyway. The story of her being captured was what made her the most feared of all of us. She was captured, but none of her captors knew her powers. She endured two days of torture without saying a word just to learn more to end a war.

I was instructed to leave her there but I wanted nothing more than to protect my kind. I waited. The war ended soon after, she became a princess and I was instructed to let her do whatever she wanted but to make sure she remained loyal to the humans. I didn’t need to assist there. I heard of both her exploits on the field and in the bedroom from wherever I was in the world.

The thing I could never wrap my head around though, is that I seemed to follow her everywhere. Just a few days or years behind. Now that makes sense too. I knew only that she was trouble, and thought her demon ruled her from the rumors that I heard about her. She was always outspoken and in fights, so I had assumed that they were true especially since she avoided most angels. After all this time , she is still weary of them. Angels were the ones to capture her after all.