Page 86 of Even Robots Die (Even Ever After #3)

Six years later

T his is an extended epilogue from Elhyor and Angélique's POV.

If you haven't read Even Angels Fall, I'd recommend you skip this epilogue and go directly to the next one.

Elhyor

Angélique is still training with the warriors this morning. There is no reason for it, but it’s like it’s ingrained in her genetics now.

She’s taken to training them instead of just joining them, though.

She hasn’t forgotten the months we spent fighting her father’s men, even if he’s long gone now. It was hard and painful, and we suffered so many losses that we all prefer not to think too much about those dark times. We can’t forget, though.

But she can’t stop herself and I can’t stop watching her.

Her hair is long now—reaching the middle of her back—and it flies with her as she fights Luc in the middle of the training grounds. It’s more like a dance, though, and I’m not the only one being mesmerized by the way she moves.

She’s like the wind, and yet she’s as violent as a storm, and I love her for it.

She turns and parries and then she shifts her feet and in a matter of seconds her dagger is against Luc’s throat.

She winks at me and then takes her distance again.

Luc must think this is over, but she drops to the ground and swipes him off his feet.

She’s laughing and holds her hand for Luc to grab.

The kid is still a bit awkward and prefers computers to human interactions, but he’s opened up a bit and now he spends a bit more time outside with all of us.

She tells him he did good and then signals to everyone that they’re done for today.

I can see that she overdid herself a bit. She’s holding the small of her back as if it’s painful.

I’ll give her head start to get in the shower and then I’ll join her.

I jump from the turret I was perched on and land on the side of the training ground. The warriors still there pay me no mind and I stroll to the doors.

I cross the distance to the stairs and by the time I’m up the stairs, I can hear the water running in our shower room.

I close the door after me and remove all my clothes before joining Angélique under the shower.

I slip my arms around her waist and hum against her throat.

“Not waiting for me, Little Wife?” I ask her as I slip my hands against her sides. My right hand snakes up and I grab her left breast as I glide my left hand along her hip bone and cup her pussy.

“You were taking too long,” she answers as she arches her back against me and I feel myself grow harder.

“Were you going to stroke that sweet little cunt without me?” I ask against the shell of her ear. I’m plunging two fingers inside of her, and she contracts around them as if the intrusion is already giving her pleasure.

I apply pressure against her clit with the heel of my hand as I start pumping my fingers inside of her.

I can hear her starting to pant, and the sound is like music to my ears.

“Maybe,” is her only answer before she grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me closer to her.

I rub my hard cock against her ass in tandem with the push and pull of my fingers inside of her, and I know it’s not enough.

It’s never going to be enough.

It’s going to be six years tomorrow since I married this wonderful creature, and I feel like a lifetime with her is never going to be enough.

I fell in love with my wife, and I keep falling every day.

“And refuse me the pleasure of claiming what’s mine once again?” I ask her in a teasing tone.

“Haven’t you claimed me plenty already?” she asks with the same teasing tone.

She’s right, though. I added her name to the lettering on my chest, and she let me tattoo a dragon on her ribs. And yes, the dragon looks like me in my shifted form.

Am I a possessive asshole? Yeah, totally, but I love seeing her with a permanent mark that means she’s mine.

“I’ll never claim you enough, Little Devil. You’re my soul, my heart, and my breath. You’re my everything, so as long as you let me, I’ll never stop claiming you.”

Angélique

I feel my tears slide along my skin as much as the shower water.

They’re happy tears. When I arrived at Notre Dame, I never thought I would find freedom by binding myself to someone else, but Elhyor showed me the way.

He’s possessive, yes, but he also understands me, and he’s given me more than I thought I wanted in life.

I thought I was a fallen angel, cursed.

And, yes, I fell. I fell for this amazing dragon who has shown me love ever since we married. I’m not going to lie. There were a few bumps on the road, but we’re here for each other and it’s not going to change.

At least, now we don’t have to worry about Michael anymore.

He’s dead and maybe there still are “archangels” holding Versailles, but they’re only for show now.

To the world, they’re still ruling, but in reality a council has been created and the people of this council are the true rulers of this world.

All factions have a seat in that council, humans included, so everyone seems to be happy with the way things are now.

Elhyor was offered a seat, but he refused it. Notre Dame is enough for him; he doesn’t need to rule over anyone else.

Elhyor pushes my chest against the shower wall, one hand still pumping inside of me and the other stroking my shoulder, my back and then my butt. He slides his cock between my butt cheeks as he grabs me by the hip.

I can feel all of his piercing rubbing against my asshole and I know what he is planning, so I bend a little more so I can rub against him.

“Mmm, I’m gonna take that pretty asshole and you’re going to scream for me, Little Wife,” he growls against my ear.

“You’re lucky I don’t need to get pregnant anymore, because you’re doing it all wrong,” I say with amusement in my voice.

“I don’t care about getting you pregnant…” he starts to say and then stops mid sentence.

He’s lying, we both know it. We’ve been trying for more than a year now, but dragons are notoriously hard to conceive, so it took some time. I was planning to tell him on our anniversary tomorrow, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make that joke.

Elhyor is frozen. Even his fingers inside my pussy have stopped moving, and I can’t have that.

I start moving against him again, not giving him a choice. I need him to move, too, but he removes his hand altogether and turns me in his arms, so I’m facing him now.

“What do you mean, Little Devil?” he asks and I can hear it. There is hope in his voice.

I turn the shower off.

“Exactly what I mean,” I say with a smile. I need him, but this is more important. “Listen,” I add.

He holds his hand above my heart and then slides it down a bit to settle on my belly.

I hold my breath for a second and I can see that he’s doing the same.

I don’t know if he’s feeling the extra heartbeat under his hand or if he hears it, but I can see in his eyes the exact moment what I just said collides with reality in his mind.

Literal flames light up his eyes and I can see the dragon peeking out through his eyes.

“It’s true,” Elhyor says and his voice is shaky as if he can’t believe what he just heard, “we’re going to be parents.”

He’s the one crying now, and I can taste his tears on my lips when our mouths crash together.

His kiss is frantic, desperate, as if he’s scared that if he stops, the news I just delivered is going to disappear in the wind.

There is nothing gentle in this kiss; his lips are hard against mine, pushing so he can get what he wants. There is nothing gentle either when his tongue slips past my lips. He’s hard, forceful, he’s claiming my mouth the way he claimed my heart, and I love him for it.

When he finally releases my mouth, it’s to drop down on his knees, but his mouth is already on my nipple while one of his hands fondles my breast.

The other hand snakes behind my left thigh and a second later, his mouth isn’t on my nipple anymore; it’s kissing my clit and my thigh is resting on his shoulder.

He doesn’t give me time to adapt to the new position and spears me with two fingers as he sucks on my clit.

I see stars in an instant, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps pumping with his fingers and his tongue makes rapid passes on my clit, and it’s like the bathroom ceiling turned into a night sky because I can see anything anymore except for pinpricks of light and I explode on his fingers.

Like he’s on a mission, Elhyor gets up, licks his lips, and takes me in his arms before he crosses to our bed. Without a care in the world, he drops me unceremoniously onto the bed and looks at my naked body sprawled on the bed.

“I love you, Little Wife, and you’ve given me the most amazing gift. I love you, and I haven’t met this little one, but I already love them.”

He kneels between my legs, and I start to turn on myself. He wanted my ass a few minutes ago, after all, and who am to refuse the love of my life?

“No,” he stops me, “I want to look at you. I want to see you fall apart in my arms,” he pauses, “well, come to think of it…”

He grabs my hips and turns me so I’m sitting on his lap. His back is to the bedpost, and my legs are on each side of his hips.

I can feel his hard cock against my wet and aching pussy. Shamelessly, I start to rub myself on him, but Elhyor has another idea in mind and his arm circles my back and he pulls me up just enough that when he releases me again, I can feel all of his piercings sliding inside of me.

“Oh god,” I pant.

“What did I say about calling me god?” Elhyor answers with a laugh and it makes his cock vibrate inside of me. My pussy contracts on instinct and Elhyor groans in answer.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Elhyor says before claiming my mouth once again.

He holds my hips in his hands and starts pistoning from under me.

“Rub your clit for me, Little Wife, and come all over my cock so everyone knows I’m yours,” he tells me while his abs contract beneath me, and I feel him hit my g-spot.

I moan something unintelligible—I’m not even sure what I wanted to say—and slip my hand to my clit.

I don’t need to stroke myself long before I feel my orgasm coming again. Elhyor can feel it, too—my pussy contracting around him as the first wave of my orgasm hits me.

He starts pumping even faster and I shatter into a million pieces in his hands.

He comes with a roar right after me and slumps on my chest.

After a while, our breathings calm down, and I hear him chuckle.

“That’s new,” he says as he peppers kisses on my collarbone and slips his hands behind my back.

I don’t understand what he means until he starts stroking something… it’s not my back, but still at my back. I open my eyes and I’m jolted awake when his fingers slide against my feathers.

Oh fuck, I lost control of my wings.

“Does that mean you’re more sensitive now that you’re pregnant?” Elhyor asks with a devilish smile.

“I don’t know, maybe?” I ask, uncertain.

“Let’s test that theory right away, Wife. I want to know how many times I can make you scream now,” Elhyor answers with his wicked smile.

And we do just that.

By the time he’s done with me, I have screamed his name more than I can remember and the sun is already rising, and I wonder how I got so lucky with my life.