He loved it when it was like this between them. Fucking monsters wrapped in flames, fighting for dominance. Noa pulled Diel’s head down and crashed his mouth to hers. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, and he drank down her addictive taste.
Noa broke from his mouth, breathless. “Harder,” she demanded, smiling tauntingly. Diel slammed into her so hard and fast that her eyes rolled back as though she were freefalling off a cliff.
It had been over a month, and Noa’s wounds had faded and she no longer felt much pain. They had lasted just over a week before she had pulled Diel above her and he had taken her slowly, quietly. Then only another week before Noa had gathered enough strength to ride him, her movements careful and deep. Tonight, she had found him in the shower and brought him back to bed, wanting it raw and savage and … fuck. Diel’s head ticked as her pussy began to clench around him again.
“I’m coming,” Noa said breathlessly and rolled her hips faster.
He felt the pressure building at his lower back, at the tops of his thighs, and gritted his teeth. Noa raked her fingernails down his back, and Diel focused on the new tattoo that was now over the Coven brand on her chest, courtesy of Sela. The Brethren’s upturned cross was now a Fallen sword with wings, wrapped in the pentagram that the fucked-up priests had tried to make Noa and her sisters ashamed of for too long. Now they embraced it. It was the symbol of what they had survived, of who they were.
Now, Noa was in the Coven, but a part of the Fallen too.
Bending down, her come flooding his cock, he licked her new tattoo, and she shattered apart, taking Diel over the edge too. He threw back his head as her legs clamped around his back. He came so hard that he was left breathless and damp with sweat.
Noa ran her hands through his hair, then brought him down to her mouth, her brown eyes beaming. She smiled against Diel’s lips as he kissed her. “I’ve missed that,” she said. Diel pulled his head back to look at her. Her face was flushed, and she fucking stole his heart.
Diel rolled to the side, taking Noa with him. She sprawled across his chest and stared out of the window at the dark sky. “It’s a full moon,” she murmured. His heart fired into a sprint.
Noa lifted herself up. “What’s this meeting with Gabriel about?”
Diel shook his head. “Don’t know.” His head ticked from side to side and he blinked rapidly as the lie fell from his lips.
Her eyes narrowed. “Is it to do with Cara and Destiny? It’s nearly midnight. Something must have happened.”
Diel’s stomach turned at the mention of his sister. Jo and Candace were working night and day to break the code. They believed it was potentially coordinates of where they were being held. But in reality, it could be something else. So, they were going back to the Coven’s roots of searching priests’ homes, researching Brethren benefactors, and searching for more Brethren books, just to get some kind of lead on them, on wherever they might be.
Noa placed her hand on Diel’s cheek and turned him to look at her, all her questions about Gabriel’s meeting apparently forgotten. “We’ll get her. I swear it. Even if we have to turn this world on its head to do so.”
Diel took a deep breath and kissed her. “I know,” he rasped. Then he rolled off the bed, holding out his hand. “We need to shower.” She hesitated, clearly wanting to ask something else, but she eventually took his hand and followed him into the shower.
She was silent as he washed her, head tilted back as he finger-combed her long pink hair. Noa had told him her original color was dark blond. But she preferred the pink—it symbolized the change from being an innocent child to the woman she was now.
When they had dried off and put on some clothes, Diel led Noa down the stairs. Noa went to head to the Nave, but he shook his head. “This way.” Noa’s hand tightened in his. She was confused, but Diel led her to the back of the manor and out to the grounds.
They crossed the lawn to the cluster of trees. “Diel, what—” Noa’s question was cut off at the first sign of the fire in the center of a clearing. She stopped dead as her eyes fell on her sisters all dressed in white. Dinah was the one to approach. Noa’s hand shook in Diel’s. He studied her face. Her cheeks were pale and her brown eyes were wide.
Dinah held out a white dress for Noa. “For you.”
Noa numbly took the dress with her free hand. Dinah walked back to the rest of their sisters. Noa stared down at the white material, then lifted her gaze to Diel. “Diel, what … ?”