The Broken Warriors Daughter Chapter 201-My Angel sings like an angel. Holy shit. Her voice is beautiful. As she sings, | take a guess on the title and look up the lyrics. I’m right the song is called Nocturne. It is a much softer song than what | would normally choose, but when my angel sings, it’s alluring.
As she finishes, | kiss the top of her head. “You have a lovely voice.” | tell her.
She looks up at me with those stormy gray eyes and smiles at me. “Thank you. My mom had a great voice. I’m glad to know that l inherited that from her.” | pulled up a list of songs similar to the one she had sung and set it to play. | kept it low and put my phone on the bedside table. | took her hand in my free one and moved my other hand into her hair, rubbing her head. | have noticed that she seems to like that, and I’m hoping it will help her to fall asleep.
It doesn’t take her long before her breathing evens out and | feel the weight of her head more solidly on my chest. Even after such a difficult evening, | feel content with her in my arms.
As she sleeps, | think about her training tomorrow. | link Dustin asking him to get her a swimsuit. | have already adjusted my schedule to take her shopping for clothes after she’s done training with Clint. My mind then wanders to the vampires.
Cyran snarls in my head. “They will die for what they did to our mate.‘ ‘Yes, they will. We need to start gathering intel on them. | have no idea how the covens work or how many vampires we can expect to attack. But they will come, that’s a guarantee. When they find her, they will come for her and we need to be ready.‘ | put out feelers for her friend, Sarah, earlier today, but so far nothing has come back. | run through the litany of things that | need to do for the pack, trying to find a balance to get it all done and not dump too much on Dustin or Jackson, my Gamma.
Once Angel recognizes me as her mate, I’m hoping we can start moving toward having her Luna ceremony. | don’t know how she feels about taking on that level of responsibility but even if she’s not willing to take it all on, just having her near helps calm me, making my job easier.
And then there’s Eli. | haven’t been down to the cells for over two weeks. It’s time | paid him a visit. Maybe tomorrow after | drop Angel off with Clint, | can get back to his interrogation. Having Angel away from the packhouse is the perfect time. | don’t want to scare her if she sees Eli’s blood on me.
Having my plan in place for tomorrow, | let myself drift to sleep with my angel’s soft singing voice in my head.
Angel is riding me again. Goddess, do | like watching her take her pleasure as | let my hands roam over her body, tweaking her nipples making her moan. | lift up, just enough to take one in my mouth and I’m rewarded with the sounds of her pleasure, her hand gripping my hair, holding me against her. When | move to the other breast sucking the nipple into my mouth, she increases her pace. She’s got me so close. | lay down, grabbing her hips forcing her to keep up her pace and as her orgasm shoots through her, her body clamping down on my dick, | lose it. | grunt my release, as my eyes shoot open. What the fuck?
I’m still cumming as | realize that I’ve just had my first fucking wet dream since | was a teenager. When | look down, | realize that Angel is still sleeping, thank the goddess. She’s laying on top of me again and she’s rubbing herself against my dick which is what caused the friction | felt in my dream. It’s a good thing | wore these pants.
| realize when | hear her moan softly that I’m not the only one that was having a sex dream. | think my little mate is trying to get off in her dream. My dick going soft is making it harder for her to find her release, but the sounds coming from her have me going hard again. | don’t want to startle her, but | do want to help her, so | slip a hand in between us.