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  “Eat,” Cael says.

  I don’t know how to eat human food. I know how to rip a throat out. How to be on guard. The other one didn’t even know about me. She is better than I am. She deserves happiness. I deserve death.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Cael asks and strokes my head. “You don’t like this salad?” He puts his warm, big palm on my cheek. “Maybe you want ice cream?”

  I don’t know what ice cream is.

  “It’s yummy and cold,” Cael says.

  I don’t want anything cold. Ever. The prospect of being cold scares me to death.

  Cael

  She starts shaking as big tears trickle down from her eyes. It means that she hates ice cream.

  “Salad is healthy, Aurora. Eat.”

  She must eat something. I don’t know anything about her diet, but every living creature must eat.

  “Come on, Aurora, a piece of tomato. It’s yummy.”

  I pinch a quarter of cherry tomato and shove it into her mouth. Then I grip the back of her head and press my lips against hers. I explore her sweet mouth with my tongue, making her gulp, tense up, and finally swallow the tomato.

  “Good, isn’t it?” I say.

  I shove a bit of lettuce into her mouth. I kiss her again.

  I kiss her after another bit of tomato and then after a bit of green pepper.

  I’m feeding her, right?

  I help her drink. As the spring water trickles down her throat, I run my tongue up to her chin, licking it off.

  “Better?” I ask.

  Her wide eyes lock on mine. My dick is so hard it hurts. I could fuck her. She is mine, right? She belongs to me. That collar around her neck proves my ownership. I could have her on all fours. I could… Fucking hell. I’m a mad man.

  I drag her out of the bed and shove her into the bathroom. The chain clatters and scrapes against the floor and it’s long enough to give her freedom in the bedroom and privacy in the bathroom.

  We brush our teeth—I brush mine first and then brush hers. She escapes from the bathroom and dives under the blanket. I strip and lie down beside her. Why wouldn’t I? I am teaching her to be obedient. To not rip a man’s throat out. If she as much as tries, we’ll tumble over on the bed. We’ll do horrible things together if she misbehaves. I want her to misbehave because I want to do horrible things to her. I want to tame her with my kisses and my cock inside her.

  I fold her wings and pull her to me so her back rests against my chest. Her oriental smell clouds my mind. She smells beautiful. She smells of mystery. She smells like the essence of femininity, like magic. Her wings feel velvety against my skin. They’re delicate and fragile despite their bat-like appearance. She doesn’t move as though she has given up. I kind of want her to smack me with that tiny hand of hers. If she did, I could bunch her wrists and kiss her. I’d kiss her until she was wet between her thighs. Until she spread her firm thighs for me.

  Aurora

  I’ve slept before, but it was like being half-aware and half-asleep at the same time. It was cold.

  My eyelids grow heavy and my body turns into something lazy, weak and warm. His arms are sheltering me as though I’m inside a rabbit’s burrow. It’s… hot. Pleasant and safe. I crave warm safety more than anything.

  I drift off into a black void.

  A sharp noise wakes me.

  I open my eyes and see a nymph. She flashes me a smile and puts an enormous white sack on the floor. Cael kisses my cheek.

  “She’s so pretty,” the nymph says.

  I don’t sense anything evil from her, so I decide to trust her.

  “I’ve bought three dresses, all of them with the open back,” the nymph says. “And some underwear, size petite.”

  “Thanks, Marinka,” Cael says.

  I don’t like it that he is nice to her. She picks up our dirty clothes and puts them into a wicker basket.

  “There’s food on the table,” she says.

  “You’re wonderful,” Cael says.

  She is. I’m not. I hate it that he thinks she’s wonderful, but I don’t feel the urge to kill her. I want her to be my friend, but at the same time, I want Cael to hate her.

  I feel… angry. I want to hide into a burrow. No, I want to be wonderful to him.

  Cael tumbles us over so I’m sprawled on his chest. He is so hot, so pleasant to touch.

  “Hungry?” he asks as he smoothes his hand over my wings. He’s touching me as though he likes touching me.

  I want to answer, but I can’t. She said I’d never speak. I can be quiet and quick. That’s why I was able to kill the men almost three times bigger than me.

  The nymph puts the tray at the foot of the bed. “Hope you like it, you lovebirds.”

  “Thank you, sweetheart, you’re great,” Cael says and buries his face into my neck.

  His breath is so… hot. His beard scratches my skin. I feel tingly and hot. Then I realise I have no collar around my neck. I sweep my hand as my claws tear at his shoulder. He should put the collar back around my neck. He should make me cease to exist.

  He starts laughing. I’m stunned.

  His lips move down my neck, and I can’t smack him again. I just can’t. His hands massage my ass, making me feel even more tingly. More impatient.

  “Let’s eat our breakfast, Aurora, and then I’m taking you out for a walk.”

  He grunts into my ear, and I shudder.

  The nymph laughs, making me aware of her presence, and I watch her exit the room.

  Cael tumbles us over, so I lie beneath him. He kisses my neck harder, growls louder. His stiff, thick manhood pokes into my inner thigh. The tip of it is hot and moist.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Aurora.”

  Why is he lying to me? They don’t lie. I’m ugly. The other one is beautiful.

  Cael crawls off me and grabs a pair of jeans from the sack. A dress hovers over to me and covers my head.

  She said I was ugly. Maybe the dress will make me look nicer. I want to look nicer for Cael.

  I want to… be loved.

  Chapter 17

  Cael

  I drop into the chair and grab a piece of baguette. Aurora slips into the dress and kneels down by my chair. She lays her head on my knee. Very fucking weird. Very fucking arousing.

  Maybe she decided to stop fighting and be a good girl. We’ll see.

  I stroke her head with my palm and then her cheek with my knuckles as dirty thoughts course through my mind. I could have her mouth wrapped around my dick. Her fangs could be painful to my member though. Maybe later, when I’m sure she can obey me.

  I hook her under her arms with my hands and sit her on my lap. She presses her cheek against my heart area and sighs.

  “You see, Aurora, it’s not that bad, huh?”

  It’s nice to hold her in my arms. It’s nice to feel that she belongs only to me. Because she does, right?

  I wish I could look into her head and see all her worries. Something is troubling her, but she doesn’t want to talk to me. Or she can’t talk to me.

  I put bits of tomato into her mouth and kiss her until she gasps for air. The tomato is velvety sweet—her mouth is heavenly sweet. I tear my mouth off and she smiles at me.

  “I’m gonna show you something really awesome.”

  I graze her chin as I circle her nipple through the blue fabric of her dress with my thumb. Right. I can’t tear myself off her. I’ve never loved a woman, but I do love humans and other creatures. It’s different with my little bat.

  I love kissing Aurora. I’d love to do other things to her, but first, I’m going to bring her to my favourite beach.

  I put some baguette into her mouth, and we make ourselves ready. I grab Aurora’s hand as my wings appear from my back and I use the void. Raphael won’t be happy, but I’m in a rebellious mood. I can’t wait to show Aurora my beach.

  We appear at the bottom of the cliff. Patches of green vegetation layer the black rock and seagulls squeal from their nests. A
grey fog hangs in the air in massive clouds. A misty yellow light diffuses into it. Aurora shivers. From cold, I guess. I pull her to me and lower myself to the sandy ground. My wings wrap around her as her back rests against my bare chest. She’s so tiny that one wing is enough to cover her. The sea waves rumble as the wind awakes and smacks me, but I feel good here. I feel myself here. It’s home.

  Humans can’t access this beach—it’s only mine. Well, it belongs to the seagulls too, but we can share.

  “Aurora, listen to me.”

  I turn her so she sits on her heels and I hold her chin. I tip her face up to mine. Her wide eyes lock on mine. They’re icy blue now.

  Love floods me. This is fucking crazy, but at the same time beautiful. I thought it would be difficult, but no, it’s so fucking easy. Aurora is adorable. I don’t know what really happened, but I can do this. I don’t need to force myself. I just love her.

  “Aurora, baby, I’m gonna do something serious now, okay?”

  She nods as her lips part. They’re so beautifully swollen from my kisses.

  I kiss her forehead. “It will help.” I kiss her cheek. “It will make everything easier.”

  She nods several times, her expression serious like she wants to earn my respect.

  I brush my lips against hers. “I take you as my wife.”

  My words waft through the air as an enormous sea wave crashes against the rock and a cloud of salty drizzle falls onto us.

  Aurora takes a sharp breath and squalls. I feel her. I understand her. Her sense of guilt breaks my heart. Her previous existence makes me angry and helpless that I can’t take it off her mind—she’s full of the grey echoes of the past wars, filled up with the ashen blurs of the past crimes. That’s what the dimension of the shadows is—grey, distorted, hopeless. It’s the ashen reflection of the real world.

  “Everything’s gonna be alright,” I say.

  “It… won’t… be,” she rasps, her neck muscles taut with effort.

  Her body shivers from the effort to produce speech.

  I cup her face in both my hands. “I know what to do now.”

  I’m gonna love her like mad. And then I’m gonna love her even more.

  I understand Gabriel more now. I knew he was lonely. Yes, we all are. Now that I have a wife, I understand the madness love brings to one’s life. It’s insane and uncontrollable. It makes you feel so complete it hurts.

  I’ve always wanted to have a wife and kids. I wasn’t allowed to have a family until I was.

  Right. Now, the pleasant part—Aurora and I need to bond properly.

  We’re husband and wife. We should consummate the marriage. My dick screams to be inside her pussy.

  Aurora

  He kisses me. No, he’s eating me, showering me with his kisses, licking me. I’m tingly. Impatient. Hungry for more.

  He said I was his wife.

  He wouldn’t have lied about such an important thing, right? Maybe he really wants me. Wants me as badly as I want him. I’d die for him. I will if that’s needed.

  He lays me on his wing that feels so soft against my skin that I sigh. The white shimmery feathers tickle my shoulders. His body covers mine. We kiss again. I can’t breathe. Cael pulls my dress down and tears it off my trembling body, and then he shakes his jeans off. He presses his body against mine and folds my legs. His muscles bulge under his white skin, perfect like his whole being. He’s so light. I’m dark. His smell diffuses into me and makes my heart thunder. I can taste every particle of his light sweat. It’s tantalising. Intoxicating.

  I yield myself to him. I crave his love more than anything. He makes me feel like I’m a good person.

  He is everything to me.

  His tongue strokes mine and my heart stops beating and then races again.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.

  I feel beautiful and… loved.

  He kisses his way down my neck, and then to my breast. He circles my nipple with his tongue. I shiver. I leak between my thighs.

  His fingers spread the lips of my pussy.

  “So wet for me,” Cael growls. “You naughty girl.”

  His lips are on mine again—crushing, demanding. Stripping of rationality. My fear fades. My desire to die fades. I want to live. I want to be his wife even more.

  Then he shoves his thick manhood into me and I’m all pain.

  Cael

  She’s too small and I’m too impatient. As impatient as a human teen.

  That has never happened before. I’ve always been gentle with my women. My wife makes me turn into an animal.

  I pin her down with my weight. “Breathe, Aurora.”

  It’s so fucking good with her. So good that I almost come.

  Fucking hell. Like a teen.

  I try to push my healing energy into her, but I can’t focus. Her pussy is clenched around my cock, stripping me of the ability to think. I know I can come in two, three thrusts.

  I hook her under her arms with my hands and roll us over so we sit up. Aurora is still so beautifully impaled on my cock. Her heels dig into the sand behind my back as her body shivers. From pain. From cold. Her eyes are burning though—two abysses as black as the outskirts of the shadows. I can see her soul in her gaze—tormented, yet so full of hope. She shouldn’t even have a soul, yet she has one. I enclose her with my wings and press my lips against hers. Her body shivers against mine. I slide her up on my cock and then grind her against my hips. I give her pain, but a sweet moan leaves her mouth. Heat shoots to my toes and they curl. I move her up and down on my cock and lose control. Her breasts wave in front of my eyes as my pleasure rolls over me. It’s as violent as an avalanche.

  I’m deaf and blind until her lips pressed against mine bring me back to reality.

  “So, you like being my wife?” I ask.

  “I do,” she says as she gasps and shivers.

  I draw her closer to me as my arms wrap around her back. “It has fixed a few things and now, we’re gonna work on the other problems.”

  “Are you going to keep me?”

  I can feel all her muscles strain in the effort to produce words.

  I graze her chin. “For eternity.”

  “Why?”

  “I love you.”

  I’ve always thought it will take me ages to know that I love a woman. No, it took me a few seconds. I saw Aurora and bang—I want her for eternity.

  “Why do you love me?” Aurora asks, her voice a bit hoarse.

  I catch her earlobe with my teeth. “You have the tightest pussy in the universe. I love fucking you.”

  That’s true. That’s one of the benefits of my marriage.

  “That’s a very shitty reason,” she says, her voice serious but in a cute way.

  I think I love her sense of humour too.

  “That’s a good reason, Aurora.”

  “But…”

  I sense she’s a bit cross with me. Maybe she wants to hear a nice compliment? “I love your eyes.”

  “I have dark eyes. The eyes of a killer.” She tries to pull away from me.

  I tighten my embrace around her, my hard cock still inside her. “We’ll get through this.” I sweep a wisp of her hair away from her face. “Kiss me, little bat.”

  She starts crying. Right. I need to be gentle with her.

  “Bats are cool,” I say.

  “Ugly.”

  “No, they’re beautiful.” I stroke her head. “And by the way, you can hide your wings. You just need to focus.”

  “I can?”

  “You can do a lot of things now.”

  “Can I hide my claws and fangs?”

  “Yes, you can.”

  I don’t want her to do this—her claws and fangs turn me on, but it seems like she needs to hide them.

  She closes her eyes as her body becomes taut. I see her forehead wrinkle and her lips form a line. Her wings, fangs and claws disappear.

  “I like them,” I say.

  “I don’t. I want to
be like the other one.”

  “Reagan?”

  She nods and wiggles out of my embrace. I growl and catch her, pinning her down to the ground with my body so her stomach rests against the sand.

  “We haven’t finished yet,” I say.

  I kiss my way down her neck. Her body shivers as a moan escapes her mouth. I hold my cock and shove it inside her dripping cunt. She whimpers and digs her fingers into the sand.

  I was supposed to be gentle, right? Kind of undoable with her. I just want to be inside her all the fucking time.

  I slide my hand under her body, searching for her clitoris. She wiggles as I stroke her. Her pussy clenches around my cock, bringing me to the brink. I want her to come for me. I rub my thumb against her swollen nub as her breathing accelerates. Her muscles tense and relax. She turns her face so our lips meet. I work her harder. Her breathing halts and she comes with a moan. Her inner walls spasm around my cock and I come just after her. Fall into the shadows. Touch the neutrality of balance.

  I huff out. Everything feels amazing with my little wife. Weird too.

  My eyes rise and I see Balance fucking herself. She’s squatting down a step away from us. Aurora stiffens beneath me.

  “What do you want, bitch?” I growl.

  The air darkens and greyness surrounds us. It’s a misty shimmering greyness. Balance sweeps her long silver hair down her back.

  “I was curious,” Balance says as her grey eyes glitter.

  She’s eternal, but I’d say she looks thirty. Her dress of an ash colour rustles as she sits and pulls her knees to her chest.

  “We never cross our paths,” I say as I sit up and pull Aurora into my embrace.

  “Really?” Balance says and flashes me a half-smile. “One of you took my child.”

  “You’re no mother,” I say.

  “I wasn’t,” she hisses. “Until that rebel, Kadmiel, made all of this happen.” She moves closer to us as Aurora curls up into my chest and trembles. “I’m lonely.”

  “None of my business,” I say.

  “I don’t know what to do with my life now,” she complains.

  “Go to the bar,” I say. “Entertain yourself.”