Harlee POV
I slapped a hand over my mouth. I heard a dish break in the kitchen and Josh suddenly looked extremely pained.
"I see. You know Demons use lies and trickery. This could all be manipulation. Be careful Harlee." Josh suddenly looked and sounded much older as he turned his back and fled from the room. I heard the front door slam. The rest of the house was silent. Too silent.
"Zeev?" I called softly, but there was no answer. "Zeev?" I called more urgently, standing up from the bed. Still no answer. Racing towards the bedroom door, I used his True Name.
"Did you mean it?" He spoke quietly from behind me and I jumped, turning swiftly to see his orange eyes glowing, slitted pupils gazing intently at me. "Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" He asked and reached out to grip my shoulders. "You can't take it back Harlee. Be sure." He was staring at me with such intensity I thought my skin should light on fire.
"Well technically I said I think I love you." I hedged, looking away. He shook me slightly.
"Don't try to Demon talk your way out of this one." He scolded. "Tell the truth." I felt the fibers that bound us pulling tighter and somewhere in the back of my head the words 'balance the bond' still echoed. I reached up and gently touched his Mark, allowing his rush of emotions to flow through me. He was so desperate for an answer. The longing, the need, it was so... human.
"Yeah... Yeah Zeev." I paused, then invoked his True Name. "I do believe I'm beginning to love you at that." His eyes glowed brightly and he pulled me to him tightly, smothering me in kisses until I couldn't breathe. Something seemed to click between us, solidify. I felt the Bond hum as Zeev scooped me into his arms and placed me on the bed.
"With your permission..." He began and I nodded, but then he paused. "You have tomorrow off, right?" He asked.
"Uh yeah, why?" His eyes glowed and he smiled wickedly.
"Because I intend to make sure you cannot walk from this bed come tomorrow." He replied and I felt my lower abdomen clench as I blushed. Strange. Those orange eyes had once terrified me, now they no longer bothered me. I ran a finger underneath each perfectly shaped eye with their long lashes across his model's cheekbones. He captured one of my hands and kissed it.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked quietly.
"Can I just show you?" I replied, bringing his lips to the Mark on my jaw and letting loose all my thoughts to him. He groaned lightly and began to kiss me hungrily.
"I'm glad you are getting more used to my True Form." He murmured against my skin as he slid my nightgown off.
"I always did love your wings." I panted in reply, sliding my hands along his muscular chest. I heard a soft floomph.
"You mean these?" He taunted as a stray feather fell to the bed. I caught it and ran it over my face. He watched the movement eagerly.
"Mmm, yep. Smells like rain." I sighed. Zeev's face took on an expression of wonder and he folded the wings about us like a large tent. He ran a gentle hand from my neck down my body, causing my body to move to meet the touch. The scent of cinnamon and rain surrounded me and I wanted to take it all in.
"Kiss me please." I begged and Zeev's mouth found mine again. I tasted his cinnamon and spice flavor with my tongue, making him groan. I felt him lift my hips slightly as he pulled off my panties. The rough material of his jeans rubbed against my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he gasped slightly, then pressed his hips against mine, grinding me into the bed. I tugged at the belt on his jeans, undoing the buckle and moving to undo the rest. I felt him kick the pants off and laughed breathlessly.
"Are you impatient?" I asked.
"I'm not the only one." He growled, then gripped me between the legs and I cried out. He growled again in satisfaction, letting his fingers explore mercilessly. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails in as I tried to muffle the noise I was making. He covered my mouth with his and murmured against my lips. "Scream, I like it when you scream." I shivered as his orange eyes glowed in the golden tent of his wings. I let loose a wild cry of fear and pleasure as he parted my legs further and allowed himself to enter. He moved against me desperately, body pinning me to the bed, wings all I could see behind him, a golden canopy that smelled of cinnamon and rain. His mouth explored my body and his tongue and teeth teased me. I felt my body react to his every touch and as the pressure was building, Zeev grazed his teeth along the Mark in my jaw. I shrieked at the burst of electricity it caused and called out his True Name, which made him spasm against me. I dug my nails into his Mark and felt him share the moment of climax before he collapsed on his stomach beside me, draping two golden wings over top of my naked form.
"Don't get comfortable, My Lady." Zeev said softly, running his fingers down my body under his wings. "We've only just begun." I shivered.
Sometime late in the night I was tracing the outline of Zeev's abdominal muscles. I could almost hear him purring.
"Should we be worrying about birth control?" I asked suddenly and Zeev laughed.
"At that rate, there'd be thousands of little Devils running around." Zeev squeezed me tighter, then sighed.
"It's more complicated for a Demon to have children. We were never made to reproduce in the usual sense. Over time some Fallen and Demons got creative and figured out a way to do so. It turns out, in order for us to do so, we have to break off a tiny bit of ourselves and implant it in the mother. It's like ripping off a bit of our essence. It's extremely painful and not always successful, and takes a while to recover from, so you have to really want to do it. Why? Are you wanting little Demon babies?" Zeev teased.
"It's just something Josh said about Demons getting women pregnant. I never really thought anything about it. I mean-you guys do tend to run around a lot, so duh-you're right of course, if it was that easy there'd be a gazillion of you surely. Don't worry about it, it was stupid." I replied, embarrassed.
"It was not stupid-we never discussed any plans you had towards bearing children, and I apologize. But no-I won't be doing that unless you really, REALLY desire it of me. He shivered. I giggled.
"Good to know." I continued tracing his muscles, moving lower.
"Harlee." Zeev said, capturing my hand. I looked to see that just below it his arousal was evident.
"Oops." I replied. "Boy, you Demons are insatiable." I tsked. He growled and rolled me over. I laughed as he pulled my body to his and began to kiss me. There was a very good chance he was right. I may not be able to walk the next morning.
"Please, please don't make me get up!" I whined as the alarm went off the next morning.
"That alarm is not for you, it is for me." Zeev chuckled and kissed me lightly.
"Huh? But you don't sleep!" I pointed out.
"No, but you've not been eating regularly either. So I've set the alarm to go off at regular intervals to remind me to ply you with food until I get you back on a regular schedule. Or hadn't you noticed how much weight you'd lost?" He pinched my hip.
"Ow! Stop!" I smacked his hand. I had always been on the chubby side-I couldn't really tell. Zeev sighed.
"You think too poorly of yourself." He ruffled my hair as he got out of bed-completely nude. I watched every inch of his well toned body move.
"Harlee-"
"How about we skip breakfast?" I suggested. Zeev leaned over swiftly and kissed me on the mouth.
"Not on your life." He murmured against my lips and disappeared.
Zeev POV
Harlee had fallen back to sleep when I returned with her breakfast. If I wasn't so worried about her health, I would have let her be. I traced a gentle finger along her lip and she smiled and murmured my name. It gave me a thrill to know I was the first one she thought of when touched like this. I leaned down and kissed her softly.
"I made an omelette." I whispered.
"Mmm omelette." She muttered. "But too tired." She complained.
"All I'm wearing is an apron, and you can look under it after breakfast." I taunter her. She cracked an eye.
"Is that a promise?" She asked. I laughed.