Chapter 22

*Daeva's POV*

I almost forgot what had brought us together in the first place. The night with Devland was perfect. Ziggy had already convinced me to admit it but hearing his words and how he said them was perfect. I still don’t like PDA, but that was perfect. We had more sex that night and even more in the morning. He was letting his demon side come out more, and I could feel him getting stronger. I had most powers that would aid me in war, like feeling the strength of the angel or demon by looking at them. His was always too lopsided, now it’s less like they were evening out and more like they were doubled.

The next few days were spent mainly at the bar, having sex and finishing any business left, having dinner with the love birds, having more sex and going to bed. The dreams hadn’t faded, I still woke up to him sweating above me trying to calm my demon, but I calmed a lot faster with him there. I was sleeping more and getting better sleep and Devland even seemed more well rested since he got here. At least we got some kind of ‘relationship honeymoon’ period before we start hunting for someone who wants to start a war.

We had two days after Ziggy and Acheros left to ourselves. We spent the first day mainly in bed. And against the wall, in the shower. We didn’t see many others though unless they were bringing food. The next day we didn’t leave until it was time to eat.

Devland wanted to train so we headed down to the weight room near my ring. I started toward the room but he started dragging me towards the ring. “Seriously?” I said. He’s only seen me fight drunk humans and some young demons. Sure we fought the first time we met but he was pulling punches and mostly defending. He didn’t really know what he was getting into. “If I’m going to fight with you, I think it’s only right I know your fighting style.” He made a good point. It is a bonus in battles to know how your team fights but still. “I’ll go find Hois, he can be your warm up” I said.

He picked me up and slung me over his shoulders. If I didn’t like this position so much I would fight it more. He plopped me in the ring. “Can we change the no tap out rule? I’d like you to be awake for me later” he said, getting in the ring himself. “Fucking fine” I said. “What does the winner get?” I asked. “Mmm.. if I win, I get to kiss you whenever and wherever I want.” He said confidently. “Fine. If I win, you’re the one getting tied up tonight.” I said.

He shook my hand but immediately pulled me to the ground and stood over me. “That was easy, let’s go to the bar” he said laughing. I spun myself around him and had him in the same position moments later. “You mean go to my suite?” I asked. He pulled me down but I spun out and we were both standing again. “No pulling punches,” he said. “No pulling punches” I agreed.

He came at me strong but almost like he was testing me. I dodged every hit, watching him move. He never left a weak spot when he moved to hit, which means he was trying to bait me. I laid a few punches where he wanted me to and blocked what I knew was coming in the areas I opened up. He bounced away from my grinning. After watching his false moves for a while I decided to see if I can see the real ones. He moved too smoothly, like he was gliding, everything precise and practiced.

I was getting bored playing. The next punch he threw I caught and threw him against the rope. I got a couple of hits in and he came full force at me, no more gliding. He was still precise but completely opposite from what he was doing moments ago. Where the hell was his weak spot? I slid under him to find one and grabbed a leg to bring him down with me.

I sprung back to my feet as did. I got a few hits in the spot on his back but he flung me back into the ropes. We went hit for hit and block for block for nearly an hour. He was letting loose more and more, but so was I, no longer afraid of hurting him too much. We were both drenched in sweat so I went to a corner and pulled my shirt off. He smirked and did the same. That backfired on both of us. We were now in a rush to end the fight but neither of us wanted to lose.

We were drawing blood now, but he refused to hit my face. I got him in the cheekbone and started bleeding, I’ll clean that off while he’s tied up later, I justified to myself. Somehow he got me into a full nelson and squeezed me tight against his body. “Come on baby, I won’t tell anyone you lost.” He panted. Neither of us having been winning but neither of us have been losing yet.

I laughed against him but brought elbows and and had him on the ground in an instant. We were practically rolling around now, neither of us staying in power. Then he licked my face from my chin to my eyebrow. In my surprise I let my guard down and he had me pinned. “You fucking licked me” I said. He laughed over me and planted a kiss on my lips. “It’s been 3 seconds, and now I get to do this all the time” he said kissing me again, and then kissing everywhere on my face and down my neck sending me into a fit of giggles. “You cheated” I said. “No, I won.”

I licked him from his chin to his cheekbone and he just laughed his low rumble. Then we were rolling around for another reason. We ripped at each others clothes like we couldn’t get close enough fast enough. After countless orgasms on both sides we collapsed on each other yet again. Then the door opened to the ring with new recruits staring at our naked bodies. It was time for their training. “OUT” we both bellowed, nearly shattering the lights, the power even went out for a second. Everyone shuffled back out and we started giggling on each other. We got clothed and went to finish each other off again in my suite.

The next day we loaded our happy asses into my plane and headed to spend a few days in Russia. None of us thought there was a threat there that wasn’t human, but it was an easy place to start. We took Hois and Mois with us, they seemed to be letting their steam off in new ways and keep proving their loyalty.

Devland and I went to the back mini room on the plane to set our things down and get settled in for a nearly 10 hour flight. Once we had our things settled, we went back to our seat to the center of the plane getting ready for takeoff. My pilot was well respected in the human realm, but he was not a human, which meant that no one was going to force us to put on our seatbelts. Besides, if the plane went down, we can just fly out of it. We probably would have made the trip in half of the time if we flew ourselves there, but then we would be dragging along all of our luggage and on top of that it just sounded exhausting. We had a busy few weeks ahead of us anyways, so a plane it is.

Once we took off Devland mentioned something about not being part of the mile high club, so I took him to induct him. My demons mentioned something about getting some shut eye, as if I didn’t know what they would really be doing. I grunted at them and we went our separate ways. As the plane started to descend, we each made our way back to the main area, Hois and Mois coming out at different times.

There was only one bed in there. I know exactly what they were doing, hence why there was only one bed in there, but I wouldn’t push them on it. Even our demons had demons sometimes. When we landed we sent our things to my bar in Moscow and flew there ourselves to avoid unnecessary attention. We were meeting our contacts later in the day but had time to settle in at least.

We weren’t spending much time here and I was thankful for it. The part of this that I didn’t like was the fact that most of the contacts that we had here were angels. I can handle them in doses, but I could count on one hand the amount of full angels that I actually got along with. My contact was an angel with a low rank and title in the human militia, but very active in their wars. He was more active than was acknowledged, because he had the ability to change his face without changing his vessel. I was able to change how someone perceived my vessel, but not actually change my face. There’s a big difference.

The only reason that I would count him as my contact is because I spoke to him regularly to keep tabs on him. He was part of the prince's resistance, but switched sides while I was captured. I don’t know what he did to be forgiven by the powers that be, but he was. His punishment, though, was to stay on earth until one of us deemed he could leave. The other punishment was to never ascend in human or angel ranks until one of the 7 allowed it. After the war was over I was briefed on what little they told me and Devland put me in charge of his soul. I still don’t know why I had to control it, I guess had the means to ask now.

Devlands contact was a high ranking angel and was high ranking in the human Russian military. Of course. I didn’t hate him, but I didn’t trust him either. He did come to an absolutely rager of a sex party after the first Woodstock though. I didn’t touch him, but I paired him up with a feisty little brunette that walked away all smiles. Considering how possessive Devland was of me though, I just hoped the little prick doesn’t mention seeing me naked.