Breaking An Angel

Chapter 10: Here For a Good Time, Not a Long Time

PENELOPE POV

I wake up to a familiar warm feeling enveloping all my senses making me feel loved and appreciated with a new sense of devotion I’ve never felt before. Finally managing to open my eyes, I’m laying on top of Azrael, his chest slowly rising and descending with every calming breathe he takes. Our hands still intertwined held over his chest I can’t help but smile.

I lay there for about 25 more minutes before I got bored so I began to trace his features with my fingers, starting with his nose, eyes, lips, and then his jaw. Once I get to his jawline near his ear he starts to twitch, I think he might be ticklish, and I can’t help but giggle and the tiny twitches that follow.

Azrael finally wakes up, blinking a couple of times to wake up completely before looking down and catching me staring at him.

“Hi,” I smiled up at him.

“Hey, have you been awake long?”

“No, maybe a few minutes,” I lied.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he groaned.

“It’d be creepy if I said I liked to watch you sleep.”

“I watched you sleep,” he replies.

“Umm wow that is creepy,” I say scrunching up my face and getting up from the bed.

He quickly pulls me back down onto his body to where I’m straddling him, and my head is laying on his chest. He begins to run his fingers through my hair, while gently stroking my back leaving me drowning in an intense sense of euphoria.

I start outlining circles on his chest before speaking up again, “Can I ask you something?” 

“You can ask me anything sweets.”

“Were you here yesterday, in my bathroom I mean. I was in the bath and I thought I felt you there.”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind a replay,” he smirks.

“I’m serious. I could feel your presence there, I could feel your desires.”

“It might have been our bond.”

“What bond?”

“The soulmate bond…” he began.

I could feel his nervousness to continue, along with sadness?

“You are my soulmate Penelope, when we met there was an overwhelming sense of acceptance for one another and then we touched, somewhat solidifying the bond. With a bond you can feel what your mate feels, but since you’re an empath it’s magnified and you can manifest energy out of your emotions.”

I knew that I had feelings for Azrael, but I didn’t think that it was because we were destined to be together. Would he even want me if it weren’t for the bond, would I?

“I know what you’re thinking, but if you think about it, JoJo and your brother loved each other before they knew they were soulmates,” he stressed.

“So how exactly would we complete the bond, if it’s what we choose to do?” I asked.

“If it’s anything like shifters they would usually mate and mark each other, I’m not exactly sure how it would work for us since we’d be one of the first,” he explained.

“Shifters?”

Holy f**k.

He continued on to explain how werewolves are real, and not just wolf shifters, but bears, tigers, and panthers, along with other animals who may or may not be extinct. Apparently some of them are immortal as well since they are descendants of the first family of their kind. 

He also said that there are other supernatural creatures walking the earth, and I mean that makes sense kind of, I didn’t think Angels were real, but here one is in my bed.

Wait would I go to hell for f*****g an Angel?

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So here’s the quick run down, Azrael, Jo and their siblings are all Angels, but not just regular baby angels, they’re Archangels, they were each gifted with a specific power they call grace. Lucifer lost his grace and became a Fallen Angel long ago when he tried to toy with the puny humans, Remiel lost hers when she fell in love with a human, but she recently got it back since it is no longer forbidden, the rest still have their gifts because they have continuously followed their Father’s orders.

So when an Angel falls from grace, their wings turn an obsidian black, those who still have their grace have pearly white wings, all except Azrael who has silver wings. 

Turns out Azrael was blessed with neutrality since he’s the Angel of Death he can neither be good nor bad. He was also gifted the lethal touch , so whenever he touches a human, off they go to their judgment. He is also able to command neutral baby angels who he shares his grace with in order to help collect human souls.

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After an hour of him explaining to me how the supernatural world works, I felt like my head was going to explode, it was so much information so fast. I was oddly very nonchalant about the whole situation, but I have a feeling it’s Azrael’s doing, he’s been very calm explaining everything to me even though I’ve been extremely annoying. But I have the right to be annoying, it’s not everyday that you’re told your fated to an Angel.

“All that explaining made me hungry,” I stated. “Do you want to shower and grab breakfast -er brunch- since it’s late?”

“Sure, can one of your brothers let me borrow some clothes maybe? All I have is this tux and brunch calls for Sunday casual not formal riches.”

“I don’t know, I like the tux,” I start “maybe you could wear it more often.”

“If a tux is what you want, a tux is what you’re getting gorgeous,” he winks at me.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll go check with the guys and see what they have. You can shower in the meantime, the bathroom is through that door and there should be extra towels in the closet.” I say as I walk out of the room.

I head to Alexius’ room to see if I can steal some of his clothes, they both appear to be about the same size, so he shouldn't mind sharing. I walk into Alexi’s room only to be met with the most scarring image my eyes have ever had the displeasure of seeing.

“OH MY GOD ALEXIUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!!”

“What The f**k Penelope get out!!!”

“I’m sorry I just needed to borrow some of your clothes for Azra…” I lose my train of thought as I see who he’s with. 

“REMIEL!?!?!”

At this point they’re both scrambling for their clothes as I avert my gaze to the wall hoping that I’m just struck by lightning and put out of my misery.

“What are you doing to her Alexi!?”

“I think it was pretty clear what we were doing P.”

“Oh my Father Penelope, I am so sorry. I promise it was just s*x and it will never happen again.”

“Wait what do you mean never again, I like you," he questions.

“I thought I was clear on what this was, just a good time.”

“Can you guys please have this conversation some other time,” I yell. “Please just give me some clothes so I can leave.”

“It’s ok, I’m leaving. Bye Penelope, and thanks Alexius, that was fun,” she says with a half smile before walking out of the room.”

“Was I just used for my body?”

“Sucks doesn’t it? Now you know how all the women you’ve slept with feel. Before you have an existential crisis can you just give me clothes so I can get out of here."

I finally get the clothes and rush back to my room hoping to push back this memory into the far corners of my mind.

I walk in closing the door behind me and leaning back against it trying to process what just happened. Remiel and Alexius, oh my god I should have never left my room. Azrael and I could have just become hermits, we could have just run away and lived in a cabin in the woods somewhere, and then I could have avoiding scarring myself for life.

Distracted by my planning, I hadn’t noticed that Azrael was already out of the shower and staring at me confused. There he stood six foot something of pure unadulterated beauty. 

He was only wearing a towel and water droplets were still running down his chest, his hair was wet and swooped to the side, he was the definition of s*x on legs. I wonder if he can tell I’m staring, I just want to climb him like a tree and have my way with him, is that too much to ask.

I can see his mouth moving, but my mind isn’t processing anything he’s saying all I can manage to do is stare at him up and down.

I find myself making my way towards him, my mind and body not seeming to know that they need to communicate. Once I reach him my hands immediately begin to run up and down his chest, moving to his shoulders and down his back. I push him up against the wall and continue touching him my hands trying to memorize every crevice of his body making their way towards his towel.

I’m finally pulled out of my haze when he grabs onto my wrists and holds my hands up before I can continue any further.

“Penelope are you okay, your eyes, they're glowing? I’ve been talking to you and you weren’t paying attention,” he asks still holding my wrists while carefully examining my eyes.

He loosens his grip of my wrists, making it easier for my hands to start moving again. I know that I should stop, but my body doesn't seem to be responding to my commands, only continuing to do as it pleases.

I press myself up against his body as my hands continue their assault, while I lightly begin to peck kisses on his chest. I continue to kiss up his chest, to his neck, and down his jawline, I can can see his resolution waiver, he's seconds away from giving in to temptation.

"PENELOPE ENOUGH!"