AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Now with all my powers gone, I look like a demon while needing everything a human does. My bladder suddenly feels full and I quickly get off the bed to run into the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet, I reach for my cock and point it down toward the center of the bowl. I've seen others do it plenty of times before. It can't be too hard. Relaxing, I spread my legs and take a deep breath. A warm stream releases from me, hitting the toilet. I'm doing it. I'm peeing. Never did I think I'd see the day where I'd be like everyone and yet still different at the same time.
Once I'm done relieving myself, I wash my hands and face. My appearance is the only thing recognizable. Other than that, I don't know who I am anymore. I'd give it all up for him a thousand times over. Even if Albert wouldn't do the same for me.
Walking back into the room, I watch him shift in the bed a few minutes before finding the kitchen. Albert and I have made breakfast together before. He loves to cook, and watching him in his happy place makes me smile.
The fridge is fully stocked when I open it and I grab everything required to make breakfast tacos. I set the eggs, bacon, cheese, and four potatoes on the counter before grabbing two pans hanging above the stove. I look behind me and when the house is still as quiet as before, I turn on the stove top and wait until the pans are hot enough to start cooking. I want to give him something familiar when he wakes up. If he doesn't remember me then maybe the first meal he ever made me will jog something inside him and he'll look at me the way he did when we first ate together. Just maybe.
Four
Everly
My throbbing head stirs me awake and the sting in my legs keeps me from falling back to sleep. Sunlight from the window behind me fills the room, not doing any favors for my aching eyes. Rubbing my face, I slowly sit up and hang my legs over the bed. Why did I think drinking alone was a good idea again?
Stretching my arms, I slowly stand up, a little wobbly at first. Getting my bearings, I walk to the bathroom, my body screaming. Without looking in the mirror, I approach the sink and wash my face, rinsing out my mouth. The cotton feel is mostly gone. Nothing more water and coffee won't fix. When I finally look up, my swollen eyes and puffy face have me stepping back. Good thing I'm alone because who'd want to wake up to this?
Certainly not my ex fiancé. He was all about perfection. I didn't fit the bill apparently. Harry did. Groaning, I run a hand through my hair, my attempts to look more human not working. The bizarre dream I had last night resurfaces as I'm entering the room again. No more reading demon porn for me.
Reaching for my bag on the floor, not remembering putting it there, I search for clean clothes to change into. The bag is empty. What's happening? Where are my things? Looking up, I notice the closet partly open and when I look inside, my clothes are hanging up in front of me. When did I unpack?
All I remember is drinking wine and then a sexy demon showing up. That must have been when I passed out. Wait, did I just think of him as sexy? Nothing makes sense. I'm suffering from delusions and can't remember doing shit I obviously did. Is yesterday's drinking also resulting in memory loss?
I tug off my clothes and they drop to the floor, pooling around my feet. Cold air bites at my skin. I'll have to adjust the AC. I get cold easily. Everyone else will be sweating their asses off and I'll be in the corner shivering, wearing a thick ass sweater. Something else my Theon complained about. Here I am in a cabin on a beach where it's hotter than Satan's asshole outside and I still feel like I'm waking up in an igloo.
My skin burns when I tug on a pair of sweats and when I look down at my legs, I choke on air. So the fall was real. A memory flashes in my mind of me landing on glass in the kitchen. Did I faint from the sight of blood? My wounds are clean and bandaged though… weird. It takes me longer than usual to finish dressing, my disorientation and hangover slowing me down.
The sun is brighter in the kitchen. Too much light coming through the window increases my headache. After I eat and hydrate, it's back under the covers for me. I didn't plan on spending my honeymoon sleeping but I also didn't expect to spend it alone either. Yet here I am about to do both. I expect to see a huge mess when I enter the kitchen but instead it's almost as clean as it was when I first arrived. So apparently I accomplish more when I'm drunk and half asleep than I do when I'm sober and fully alert.
No glass on the floor or spilled wine. A rug I don't remember seeing before is in front of the sink. Bending down, I'm about to search for broken floorboards underneath it when approaching footsteps have me retracting my hand.
"Morning," a soft, upbeat voice says from nearby. Freezing in place, I glance from side to side, too stiff to turn around.
"How did you sleep? You're not hurting too bad, are you?"
Slowly straightening out my back, I take a deep breath and spin around. All the blood goes to my head and I pinch myself to check if I'm awake. My skin pressing tightly together says I am. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. No way is the demon from my dream standing in the kitchen in nothing but a floral apron. Holy cannoli—he's only wearing an apron. So much skin and muscles are on display. He's a smaller build than I am but still very defined everywhere, with a cock that would wreck me. Wait… Did I just think that?
He chuckles. "Did you mean to say that out loud? Here I thought you'd be hungry for food before anything else. Clearly, I was wrong." His lips form into a sexy grin. "I don't remember you being so vocal about sex before. I'm all for it though. My baby always gets what he wants, but only after he eats and has some water first."
His what? Wait, did he just agree to having sex with me without me properly asking? I think I'm going to pass out again. "I… What? No. I don't want that." Do I? No. I do not. But what if… No. Just no.
I pinch myself again.Wake up. Wake up.Slapping myself doesn't get rid of him either. If I touch him will he disappear? Isn't that what happens in dreams? As real as this feels, it's impossible. Men who look like him only exist in movies and romance books.
My stomach flutters when his grin widens, my heart skipping a beat as he inches closer. What's happening? Closing and opening my eyes doesn't stop him from getting closer. He's not going away no matter what I do. Why is there a sinking sensation in my stomach at the thought of him not being here the next time I close and open my eyes?
"Why do you look so real?”
He chuckles and strokes my cheek, tingles traveling along my skin, his touch placing me under some temporary spell. "Because I am."
My breaths quicken and I lift my hand to press it to the center of his hard, defined chest. Holy demon he's like a fucking rock. One I want to rub my face over. No… that's not right. He's so warm and my body has a sudden desire to be pressed to his. The heat radiating off him is as inviting as his toasty marshmallow scent.
Keeping one hand on my face, his other rests over my fingers and his heart beats faster against my palm. "I'm real and so are you. I was worried when I woke up, you'd be gone and I'd be back to swimming in dirt like I was underground. Holding you in my sleep and waking up alone was the greatest torture I've ever experienced. Until yesterday, I kept opening my eyes before I could fully have you."
He's talking to me as if he knows me and touching me like he's done it a thousand times. Instead of pushing him away, I lean in closer until our noses touch. He's still here. Maybe I really am awake. "Who are you?"
"Your mate, Rorian."
"Rorian," I repeat, and once I fully grasp what he's saying, I step away. "My mate?"
"Yes, baby. I'm yours and always will be. Doesn't matter where or who we are."
