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2024-10-29 19:42:56Alyssa
At first, I'm just standing there entirely spellbound while Sleepy pulls off his clothes to reveal his muscled back. He is sculpted to perfection with a juicy arse that must have escaped from the art gallery. Jesus Christ. How am I supposed to ever look away? I take him in for many moments while clenching my legs together. And when he turns around to see what is taking me so long, my cheeks turn molten.
"Are you coming, or what?" Sleepy is challenging me by offering me his trademark grin.
With that body, he doesn't need to ask me twice.
I begin taking off my dress to join him but stop when I find his prying eyes looking me up and down. There is hunger in his gaze, but he tries to hide it behind his charming smile. Am I that desirable? I've never felt beautiful, but Sleepy is making me feel gorgeous.
Hmm, maybe I should join in on the fun?
With new assertiveness, I playfully throw my red hair over my shoulder and wink saucily at
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Sleepy For the first time in what feels like forever, I'm happy. Alyssa is such a bliss to watch and talk with. Is she even real? I glance down at our conjoined hands, feel a rush of heat surging through me, and hide my smile by looking away when Alyssa glances up at me. This is heaven. I don't want to return to Azrael's hotel yet, even if the sun is about to rise. Alyssa takes a deep breath. "So you can control the elements?" I gaze down at Alyssa, see the pink hue splayed over her cheeks, and have to fight like hell to not dive at those swollen lips again. There are bite marks left all over her delicate neck, a reminder for others to keep away from what is mine. "Yes, but I'm not very good at controlling air and earth yet," I tell her as we stroll across a meadow. Our feet are naked, but the ground is soft, and right now, it feels like I'm walking on clouds. "That's amazing..." Alyssa stares down at the ground with a
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"It might be too soon for you to decide, but if you want me—then I'm yours. Mark me if you want—I would love that." Sleepy's words hit me on a deeper plane, and I take him in, recognize the decision in his eyes—he has thought about this already. My heart squeezes at the sight of his brimming confidence, those red eyes telling what I already know—that he is in love with me. Is this truly happening? I bite my lower lip in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, but the teardrop slipping down my cheek informs me that ship has already sailed. I'm emotional, and it's not because I'm about to turn him down, but because I now realize that I want him. Thinking back, Sleepy has never once turned away from my side. He has always been there when I've needed him, so this is probably the most enlightened decision I've ever made. "Yes," I tell him, barely able to breathe with my heart thumping so fast. Seeming amused, he chuckles. "What are you
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I free fall from the sky, screaming while Sleepy is getting chewed by the giant bat. The whole scene looks surreal. Fabian is screeching, trying to eat Sleepy, who is trying to escape from his jaws. Blood is being splatted everywhere, staining Fabian's white teeth. Sleepy must be severely injured already. It hurts me physically to realize my mate is fighting for his life. My every pore wants to help him, but I'm a healer, not a ruthless fighter. What am I supposed to do? "Fucking bat!" Sleepy is grumbling. I watch his arm bend into an unnatural position and hear him scream in pain. "Get off me!" Sleepy is trying to crawl, dig his nails into the skin outside of Fabian's mouth, but he is slinking further into the bat's mouth, disappearing from my line of sight. "SLEEPY!" I scream at the top of my lungs, widening my eyes when I notice his saliva-covered hand stretching out from the bat's mouth. Glitter seems to gather around his fingers,
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Alyssa "What is your idea?" I shout at Azrael over the wind, hoping he will hear my voice. My hair is blowing in the wind, slinking into my mouth and forcing me to spit it out. "This!" Azrael speeds up, flying higher until we are right above the gigantic bat. His eyes lock on the target, and I shake my head, finally realizing what he is about to do. "No-no-no!" I warn him. "That is a terrible idea!" Azrael smiles goofily, fanning my face with his warm breath. "You have a better idea, princess?" "Anything that doesn't involve trying to tackle him into the portal sounds good—what if we get sucked into it too?" Azrael rubs his chin. He needs to shave. "I haven't thought about that..." I roll my eyes. "Figures." "But I know we can't defeat Fabian—look at him!" Azrael roars. "He is a monster!" Bitter laughter comes out through my mouth. Fabian is searching for us with his fierce eyes screeching when he catche
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AlyssaI slowly back away from the large angel. Azrael is glaring daggers at me, and it's making me uncomfortable. Blonde hair falls into his eyes, and his jaw is ticking with words unspoken. I'm not sure what Azrael's intentions are, but they can't be friendly, judging from his angry expression.And I would be a fool to stick around for too long—the angel could harm me with a move on his hand, squish me like a bug.Azrael is scary."Hello..." I lick my lips, trying to find words: his eyes, violet crystal, zero in on me, and it adds pressure. "I've been looking everywhere for you, but uh... Something tells me you don't remember me?""You're wrong." A smile, cruel and cold, seizes his lips. "I remember you, Alyssa. I gave my life to save you and—"I gasp, interrupting his hateful speech. I've never experienced a true mate bond in my entire life, but there is no doubt about it. Flames are dancing in my chest when I lock eyes with A
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Alyssa Two months have passed since we defeated Fabian. And I still long to hear your voice again, watch your lips as you form the words to call me princess. I've been working hard on getting on this boat, and Sleepy has been making money too. We are fine. We are smiling. We are surviving. Yet I still miss you. "I swear to god that I will commit suicide and throw myself overboard if we eat the same slobbery fish for another day!" I grimace at the bitter flavor and shudder in disgust. "Surely, there must be better things in the sea. Why aren't they catching shrimp or lobster?!" I grumpily dig into the fish again, aware of the amused laughter coming from above. "Hey! It's not that bad!" Sleepy hangs his head like a bat and smiles down from the top of our bunk bed. Green hair falls around him like a mane, and I laugh at his big smile. We are eating dinner and praying the boat won't sink and disappear in the waves—t
