***Tessera***

I can barely keep my eyes open. Dammit, I seriously thought with being an immortal that there was no need for sleep but I guess we all still face the challenges of everyday life. Only now the problems weighing on my shoulders and dragging me down are Supernatural inflicted.

There’s so much going on with Dio gone, the Angel...or Elite thing hanging over my head, and then the Demons. Let’s not add the fact Nixie needs support from all of us because she doesn’t have anyone. I’m truly happy Eliana found her childhood friend again at the time Nixie needed her the most.

There is however balance with the good things that happened. All of us finding our eternal mate, the answer to how our father was able to impregnate those women. And I do have to say I’ve come to terms with embracing myself. Though it’s a challenge not to use the Angel skills, or at least get a handle on it, because I don’t even realize when I’m using them.

The wings? Keeping them from sprouting out? I’ve realized they popped up when I was aroused and when I was angry and afraid. I guess they’re tied to my emotions or they simply come out when I need them. Good luck keeping a handle on those, right? Well, I’m going to try but the ability to think and have something pop up? The knife, the necklace? Yes, another hard one not to do.

I rub my wrists. They still show a little redness from the rope Nixie tried out on me. It does work though. She made this soup-like substance that she drowned a piece of rope in. When she placed it over my wrists I couldn’t move. She found a way to imprison me, and with that it has to work on my grandfather, or any other Elite who shows up.

Jagger had a few men go out and bring back nets to have them drenched with the potion Nixie made. I guess now we’re prepared, seeing each of the bikers got a piece of rope which is treated the same way so they could hang it on their belt in case they needed it. Well, all except me since I can’t go near it.

“Come on, Angel. Even if we don’t need sleep, we can still rest,” Jagger says.

We’ve been inside his bedroom for the last fifteen minutes or so. After talking everything through over a few beers, the men decided it was time to retreat. Alastair had some of his guys come over to the clubhouse to stand guard along with the Vampires. Not that Jagger’s MC is low on manpower, but who can say no to extra Hellhounds when we don’t know when or how many can attack us?

Insane how those Demons are after me, and what will they do when they do get ahold of me. And what about my grandfather, the Elite? Will they drag me away from Jagger? Kidnap me, kill me? All of these things are running around in my head and I have no answers for any of it.

See? A few weeks ago, my world was turned upside down with becoming a Vampire...now all of this. Yeah, I think it’s a good idea to wash everything away and lie down for a few hours and just drift off into a ‘not care about anything’ mode.

“I’m going to take a shower first,” I tell him, determined to do something human I loved to do mere weeks ago; a hot shower and some serious series or a movie marathon in bed. “Why don’t you find us something to watch on TV or join me in the shower?” Yes, that would be a great way to get my mind off of things.

Jagger jumps off the bed. “I know something better, come here.”

I walk over to where he’s standing. He opens a door to what seems like a yard with a huge wall wrapped around it, shielding the place from other prying eyes.

“This is nice.” Glancing up, I see the moon shining bright giving the night a special gleam.

“Yeah,” Jagger states and points to two chairs in a corner. “I often sit over there and stare at the sky for some peace and quiet. But that’s not what I wanted to show you.”

He stalks over toward the back of the yard. It seems like he’s got a pond or a...oh, wow. Steam is wafting off the water, it’s a hot tub. The man has a freaking hot tub in his yard sitting right next to a fireplace.

“Can you light a fire?” I ask and realize I’m smiling from ear to ear. This yard is so freaking tiny and yet he’s made it perfect.

Jagger doesn’t answer me but instead makes himself busy with starting a fire. With his back turned to me and the water inviting me to slip in, I shrug off my clothes and gently let myself sink into the warm, comforting water. Resting my head on the edge I lean back and close my eyes. Freaking bliss I tell ya; just what I needed.

It doesn’t last long when a splash of water hits my head. Gasping, I stand and rub the water away from my face. “What the hell?”

Jagger looks at me smug. The bastard jumped in the water, deliberately splashing, ripping me out of a peaceful moment. He chuckles and pulls me close. I try to resist and be mad but in all honesty...I love being in his strong arms.

He nuzzles his face against the crook of my neck, nipping the flesh there and making an electric current of lust zing through my body. But it’s not just his body I crave, it’s the whole package. Nixie told me how she practically jumped Caius, both feeling the need to solidify their bond. Yet Jagger wanted us to connect first, letting me set the pace.

Like how he let me hide in the basement for three weeks, slowly explaining stuff in small doses and giving me my own space to process. He also put me and my sister first when he told me to get into the back of the truck instead of sitting in the front beside him. Or tonight with the hours I got to spend alone with my sisters and Nixie. It was just the thing I needed. What we all needed.

Though my feelings are strong toward him, it’s the fact I was brought up as a human what made me pace my steps. It’s now I realize, and feel with every fiber of my being, this is where I belong.

He spins us around and sits down, allowing me to straddle him. We’re both naked and yet there’s nothing sexual about this. It’s comfort, something we both give each other. He strokes my back gently up and down while my breasts flatten against his chest. We spend minutes in this position with nothing but the sound of our breath filling the night.

That is until I feel Jagger stiffen. His head comes up and he glances around, making me scan our surroundings too. Except, there’s nothing to see. I’m about to question his actions when he snaps out his words.

“If you don’t want to witness me making love to your granddaughter, then I suggest you leave right fucking now.”

Seconds tick by as I process what Jagger just said and at the same time I can feel his body start to relax again.

“What was that all about?” I ask because it really sounded like he was telling...wait. “You think my grandfather was here?” I gasp, making me inch closer to Jagger since I’m freaking naked here.

Jagger grunts. “I’ve felt a few times as if someone was watching me. I’ve always had the ability to sense shit, Theon too. You know when something is coming or when eyes are burning in your back? That kind of stuff. Alastair reminded me about how the Elite have the ability to watch, as if tapping into a camera feed. So, I wanted to try and see if it mattered when I called him out on it. Turns out, it most certainly did since the feeling of being watched stopped immediately.”

I bury my head against Jagger’s neck. That’s so freaking twisted. The thought of being watched. By my own grandfather? That’s just...yikes. More than creepy, that’s for sure.

But, it’s more than freaking strange, right? “If he’s peeked at me a few times...does that mean he won’t show up and fight you...or take me? Or...kill me? Because he could have done so before and we are naked and off guard now.”

“Christ. Why would he kill you? I won’t let anything happen to you, dammit.” His arms tighten around me. “But you’re right...he would have had the chance a few times. Maybe he’s tapping in to check. Alastair mentioned how the Elite sometimes don’t even know they created offspring so it could be he never even knew you existed until you snatched his knife. But still. People have died from assumptions. I’m not going to ease up on this possible threat until I know for sure the Elite have no ulterior motive.”

He’s right. “Can we go inside? I still don’t feel comfortable being out here.”

Jagger chuckles. “I shouldn’t mention I felt the same vibe when the Demons popped into the clubhouse, right? Because with that I’m fairly sure the fucker can tune in at any second in time. Would that mean you never want to be naked or have sex again?”

I pull my head back and give him a horrified look, making him laugh even harder. His gaze slides down to my breasts making hunger openly swirl in his eyes. Leaning in, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. The thought of someone watching evaporates from my mind when he starts to nip with his teeth and swirl his tongue around my sensitive flesh.

Groaning, I let my fingers slide into his wet hair. I tug the dark blond locks to pull him closer. Electricity fills my veins, lighting up my entire body with the need for release. This man has the power to let the whole world fade into the background, placing just the two of us into the center of attention.

The intensity makes me rotate my hips, making his hard dick press against my clit. A low growl rumbles from his chest causing me to repeat the action. Jagger switches breasts, giving the other one the same treatment. His hands slide down to grip my hips, allowing him to guide my movements.

I’m about to tip over the edge, finding that sweet release, when I’m being lifted out of the water. Jagger gently places me on my back on the tiles that surround the hot tub, my feet still dangling in the water. He cups the back of my thighs and pushes open my legs while his face closes in on my pussy.

Softly, his tongue slides through my lips until he flips my clit, overwhelming me with pleasure in one spot, spreading fire through my body. I scream out his name as I surrender to the orgasm he rips from my body.

His fingers tighten his grip, pressing his face closer against my pussy. It seems like he can’t get enough and yet he needs to let go of my clit, it’s all too much, I can’t stand...oh, shit. I’m caught off guard when a second, or hell...maybe it’s a bonus orgasm, who freaking knows, but it’s intense enough for me to go slack and let it ride my body.

Everything is wrapped in a cloud of pleasure and I’m moaning in contentment when I feel Jagger’s mouth leave my pussy, allowing the tip of his dick to make contact instead. I gasp when he pushes forward and fills me up in one surge.

His growl rips through the air. “Fuck. Being wrapped in your tight, wet pussy is the most sacred place for my dick to be in.”

I grip his forearms and lift my head to look at this magnificent man whose gaze is set where we’re connected. His powerful arms are wrapped with veins, pulsing with blood to feed his strength. Within this moment my heart squeezes tighter, realizing there isn’t anyone in this world more perfect than Jagger.

Not only as the man who’s willing to do anything to keep me safe, but also the only man who fills my life and body completely. An overwhelming need takes over to mark him as mine again. I reach out and tighten my legs around his waist. With one fluid motion, I catch him off guard and manage to flip us over while keeping his dick inside me.

I’m straddling him, hovering over his face and I barely recognize my own voice as I growl, “Mine.”

My teeth burn with the desire to sink into his skin. I let my tongue gently trail a spot along his neck before closing my mouth over it, piercing the skin to let his taste flow inside me. His moan fills my ears while he grips my hips and starts to bounce me off and on his dick. We’re both fueling each other, thriving with the need to consume ourselves with the kind of hunger that can only be satisfied by an intense release.

I feel his teeth sink into my skin and at the same time I feel him start to pulse inside me, igniting an eruption that flows through my entire body. His growl rumbles against my neck as he tightens his arms around me to pull me even closer. Both shuddering from the intensity, we try to catch our breath. Jagger lifts up and slides us into the pool, keeping our bodies wrapped around each other.

“I could get used to this,” Jagger murmurs.

I hum in agreement, not quite ready to manage my brain and mouth to form words. His light chuckle flows by my ear while at the same time I can feel the rumble through his chest.

“Angel...heaven, earth, or the whole fucking universe...no one will ever hold my heart the way you do.”

I thought the orgasm he gave me a moment ago sent my heart into overdrive but what he just said? My throat closes up and my eyes burn. I pull back and take his head in my hands, locking our eyes to make sure he understands the purest feelings my heart holds for him.

“I love you.” I simply say those three words but crash my mouth to him right after to let him feel the intensity of what he does to me, but I’m pretty sure he already knows I feel the exact same way.