Angel sat up, eyes going wide as she saw Felix kick Michael across the room. She huddled on the bed as fists met flesh, as Michael screamed in pain, and she hid her eyes in a pillow, not wanting to see any more violence. She heard the grunts, the growls Felix released with each connection his fists made, and tried to block even that out. The aggression and the violence were horrifying and she just wanted to be away from it all.
Finally, the noises stopped and she heard Felix telling Michael to get out and not to come back because Felix wouldn’t let him live the next time he came near Angel. Words so similar to Michael’s, it made Angel tremble even more. She heard Michael pick himself up and stumble out of the door.
Lifting her head, Angel looked at Felix with miserable eyes. He was breathing heavily and stumbled a bit as he walked to Angel, a question in his eyes. Her face was red and puffy from crying, her breath hitching in her throat as she sobbed. She couldn’t answer; she only hid her face in the pillows again, trying not to scream.
Felix picked her up and carried her to his apartment, laying her on his bed as he went into rinse his hands off. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, but he just gritted his teeth and cleaned the wounds, his ears constantly perked for any sign of Michael’s return. When he went back into his bedroom he found Angel asleep, curled up into the tiniest ball, so small he almost didn’t see her under the covers. He changed into sleep pants and got in with her, pulling her to him so that she could sleep, safe in his arms.
Angel woke up hours later, confused about where she was but she smelled Felix’s scent, felt his skin beneath her face, and knew where she was. She’d turned her brain off hours earlier, falling asleep as a form of escape. She wasn’t thinking, only feeling and right now she needed to know she was alive. She smoothed her hands down the hard muscles of Felix’s chest, around his nipples, which made his hips twitch in his sleep and a sigh escaped his sleeping lips as her hand moved down, over his flat taught stomach.
Angel refused to think as she let her hand wander further, under the waistband of his pants, through the thicket of hair that met her fingers, to the hard flesh that protruded from it. Angel sighed as she felt him pulsing in her hand, the movement affirming life, strength she could not understand but needed. As her fingers moved over him, teasing him, Angel felt pleasure herself from the friction of her legs moving together.
She slid away momentarily, sliding her clothes off before moving over him, pulling his pants down around his hips. Angel took him into her mouth, her ministrations finally waking Felix up. He placed his hands on her head, wanting to stop her but her tongue danced on his cock as she sucked her way up and Felix forgot what he was going to say. He let his head fall back onto the pillow, concentrating on watching her mouth as she went down on him again; swallowing all of the hard flesh he had to give her.
Angel’s pleasure grew as she made love to Felix with her mouth, not even touching herself but somehow becoming more aroused as his dick grew harder and harder in her mouth, as his groans increased. She realized the sexual power she had for the first time as Felix’s hips thrust up to meet her face. The power was a drug; an aphrodisiac she’d never known existed. She could feel her own moisture for the first time and wondered what the sex was going to be like, when they finally got there.
Felix stopped moving suddenly, his hand gently forcing Angel’s movements to stop. She’d been enjoying the feel of him in her mouth, the strange texture of a man’s cock sliding safely between her teeth a new experience. Angel would not let other thoughts intrude, only focusing on Felix and the slide of his flesh between her lips, the sound of his breaths, the feel of his body moving beneath hers as her full breasts pressed into his legs.
He was very large, his cock size matching the size of his body and she wondered how she was going to fit all of him inside of her body. Eying the beast that was his dick as she let him slide out of her mouth, knowing that his movements must mean he was close, she knew that she could take him inside of her, especially if she could swallow him down her throat. She moved, maintaining control; Felix somehow knowing she needed to do this her way, straddling his hips between her legs as she positioned herself to let him slide in between her moist folds.
Angel let herself slide down his length slowly, taking him in inch by inch. She opened for him with each of her own breaths, the urge to moan too strong to ignore as he went deeper into her body. Her eyes were closed as she rode his body but she opened them as his hands came up to cup her breasts. She looked down at him, not saying a word, just moving her hips. He pulled her down, his lips sighing over her neck as he thrust up into her, until his lips reached her ear.
“You are so beautiful, Angel.” She turned her head, looking into the mirror beside his bed. The moonlight was enough to allow her to see her body moving on him and she was astonished at how lovely she actually was, her reflection revealing her serpentine movements, and the loveliness of her body in motion. Her inner muscles started to tighten, a sensation she’d never felt before; building, growing, and spreading throughout her body as his fingers found the sensitive spot she knew was there but had never really explored.
Her head fell forward as tension exploded inside of her and her movements became involuntary. Angel’s head flew back as the explosion increased and a shout strangled its way out of her throat. Her eyes opened wide but she could not see, she could only feel the most joyous sensations she’d ever felt in her life as her body spasmed around Felix’s cock. The muscles inside of her body grasping, trying to pull him deeper inside, almost swallowing him and Felix’s cries joined her own as his pace increased, his thrusts quicker and shorter as she felt him pulsing inside of her.
She slumped there, against his chest, her legs still pinning him to the bed. Her mind was totally, blissfully blank, and she fell asleep again, contentment flowing through every part of her body.
Angel woke again as the sun started to peak through the bedroom window. Survival would not release her brain and escape was all she could think of. She gathered her clothes, and quietly left Felix there sleeping, unaware that she was leaving.
She ran to her own apartment, gathered her things, scribbled a note for Felix and taped it to the remnants of her door as she stole away. The need to escape Michael, the violence she’d seen Felix display, finally overtaking her need to hide from the world, and she ran towards the train station, hoping she would make it there before Felix woke up and came after her.
As the plane ascended, Angel stared out the window, trying to distract herself from the trembling that overtook her body now that she was finally fleeing Mexico. It had taken a week of travelling to get to the airport, and then a few more days before she could get a flight out and she’d been terrified Michael would find her again in that time. She did not want him back, did not want to be anywhere near him, and was fleeing him far more than she was fleeing Felix.
Felix had frightened her, however, with his display of violence. He’d shown up finally, he’d protected her, she couldn’t fault him there, but the raw power, the roaring sounds that reminded her of the bear she’d once imagined he’d become terrified her. Sure, he’d used that power and that violence to protect her but it still frightened her, she thought as she wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye. She turned away from the window as the air hostess came through and gave her the glass of wine she requested. Settling in, Angel let her mind go blank again as she sipped the beverage, knowing a battle would ensue once she landed and that she would have to face whatever Maine had to dump into her lap.
Over the next few weeks Angel spoke with Michael’s probation officer and had him re-arrested for stalking. He was taken, ranting and screaming profanities, when he crossed back into America from Mexico, where he was not supposed to be. This time his charges were even more extensive. He was not going to be getting out of jail so easily this time.
Angel had also hired a lawyer to successfully get her divorce from Michael finalized. The longer prison sentence he was facing didn’t he
lp him as he fought the divorce and he finally caved and signed the papers five months after she left Mexico. She was a free woman now, even though she hadn’t felt like she’d been married to Michael for a long time. The legal acknowledgement of that feeling was powerful, however, and she now carried the papers with her wherever she went, just to keep them safe.
Angel was also avoiding Felix. She’d shut down her email accounts he knew about and turned off her mobile phone from Mexico so she didn’t have to ignore his phone calls anymore. She regretted that when she visited the doctor three months after fleeing Mexico, and her doctor came back into the exam room to explain to her why she was feeling so tired, why she was gaining weight, and sick all the time. She wasn’t sick or dying of some cancer, she was just pregnant.
Chapter 4
Angel walked back into the apartment she’d left so many months before and noticed the door had been replaced but that her belongings were still in place. Walking throughout the dark apartment she saw that everything was as she’d left it, except the clothes she’d worn that last evening; they were now washed and neatly folded on the bed. Angel still had quite a few months left on her lease and decided to come back when she’d learned she was pregnant. It had taken a little doing and arranging medical care had taken even longer but she was here finally.
Her memories of the place were more good than bad and she had hoped Felix might still be here. Looking at the apartment next to hers she saw that the windows were dark and the curtains had been drawn. Felix’s truck wasn’t in the drive either and nobody had been in the driveway for a while, if the lack of tracks was any indication.
Rubbing her belly, very round and full as she was only a month away from giving birth, she wondered how she was going to find him. She’d tried to remember the complicated email he’d given to her but couldn’t find the right combination. All of her emails were returned with errors. Walking up the stairs to the patio at the top of the apartment she remembered that night when she’d thought Felix was a shapeshifting creature. How very silly she’d been, she thought as she leaned over the ledge there. She enjoyed the scented breeze that lifted her much longer hair and wondered how she’d find Felix in this mess. She couldn’t even find him under his name in social media.
She walked down to her studio, smiling as she saw the last painting she’d started still resting in the easel. Felix leaning against a palm tree in the darkness, an inviting smile on his full lips greeted her from the canvas, making her heart ache. She’d dreamed of those lips many times since she’d left him, of his body moving beneath hers with urgency and need. She pressed a hand to her forehead and fanned her face, the sudden flush that came over her was something familiar now. Thinking too much about Felix caused her body to react in ways she’d never known it could, only a year ago.
Angel looked around each room, hoping for some indication of how to get in touch with the man she now missed deeply. It had taken her a while to process the scene in her apartment but she’d finally come to the conclusion that Felix had not acted out of character for most men; attempting to protect someone they cared about. Yes, he’d been violent, but only to protect Angel, nothing more. She suspected that the violence, the fierceness of his protection was only an indication of his feelings for her. She hoped so anyway.
“We have to find your Daddy, baby. Where can he be?” Sitting down at the table in the kitchen she pondered places she could look next.
Eight months had passed since she’d left him without a word. She had to consider that Felix, perhaps, no longer wanted to be a part of her life. Of course, she had to somehow notify him of the child, but she wasn’t expecting anything else from him. Sighing she went into her bedroom to have a nap. It was getting late and she’d been travelling for two days now. She needed a rest.
Waking up the next morning she could swear she smelled pancakes and eggs cooking. She was even certain she could hear the eggs cooking. She dismissed the sound and smell as pregnancy hormones messing with her and went to the bathroom. Angel felt huge now and ungainly, her balance thrown off by all the weight in the front of her body now, not the back. She was also easily tired now and despite the fact that she’d just woken up, Angel was already exhausted. Standing up she waddled down the hallway, wondering what she could prepare for breakfast. Maybe there was something edible left in the cabinets. Otherwise she’d have to make her way back to town in the car she’d rented for the next two months.
Angel’s steps halted as she came into the kitchen to discover that her hormones might be out of whack but she hadn’t been hallucinating, food was cooking in her kitchen and Felix was the one doing the cooking! She wasn’t sure what to do, or say, and she finally looked down at her belly, knowing she wasn’t going to have to explain about being pregnant, that much was obvious.
“Well then, do I get a hug or not?” Felix said, holding his arms out to her with a smile. He pulled her gently into his arms, pulling her as tightly as he could to his body, as he leaned his head down to kiss her on the top of her head. “You seem to be struggling there, little momma, get your feet up on one of those chairs over there and I’ll bring you some breakfast. We need you strong for the coming weeks.”
“How did you know how to find me?” Angel finally formed a thought cohesive enough to ask.
“I’ve been following you since you left, my love. I’m a computer genius remember? And I’m tied to those babies, I’ve known about them since you conceived them.”
“Them? What do you mean them? I know I’m huge but there’s only one.” Angel replied.
“No, there are two, a boy and a girl. And I’ll explain how I know that after breakfast. Now eat.” Felix said as he slipped a plate in front of her, filled with food.
“Okay, so you’ve been cyber-stalking me. How come I couldn’t find you then?” She asked.
“I’ve been hiding from you. I wanted you to make the decision for yourself and to give you time to settle your affairs back home. I knew you were trying to get your divorce finalized and trying to settle things with the legal system there so I’ve been keeping track of you from a distance.” Felix set a plate down across from her and started eating, ending the conversation for the moment.
Angel watched him as Felix ate; a joyous smile taking over as he got through more pancakes than she’d ever seen one person eat. He hadn’t changed at all but his hair was a little longer and curled at the edges now. She liked his mop of curls better than the short hair he’d had before. His lips were still as sultry as ever, his face the same handsome face she now knew she loved dearly.
Her love for Felix far transcended anything she’d ever felt for Michael. She’d only been infatuated with Michael, the presents and his attention blinding her to who he really was. Felix, on the other hand, was genuinely kind and giving, sharing his free time with others who valued the precious commodity he gave so freely. Generous and sweet Felix was a man she admired, not just for his looks, but for the person he was.
Reaching across the table to him, Angel wanted to take his hand. He reached out to her, his hand swallowing hers as they clasped their hands together.
“I know why you left, Angel,” Felix spoke. “You don’t have to explain, but I do. Do you want to get in the pool while we talk? It might be more relaxing for you?”
She agreed and went to the bedroom to strip off. It was only them there and she was just going to go in naked. He might as well see the whole load of her now; he was going to be seeing far more of it if he stuck around, as she hoped he would. His presence now reassured her that he was here for the long-term, not a short reunion. She slipped on a robe she pulled out of the closet, then waddled out to the pool with him. Felix helped her onto a float, and they held hands as they floated across the pool.
“You were right, this is probably the most comfortable I’ve been in months. Thank you, Felix. Now, care to tell me why you think we’re having twins? And how you know they’re yours?” Angel asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, do
you remember that first day we met when I growled at you?” He stopped to see if she remembered. “Well, I saw you the night before, on the patio, and knew you’d seen me come out of the woods and shift.” He said with a sheepish smile.
Angel would have fallen off of her float if she wasn’t so cumbersome. She stared at Felix, her mouth gaping wide. “That was real? I didn’t dream it?”
“Yes, it was real. I can shift into a bear at will. I was born into it, as were my parents. Our children might be as well. In fact, they likely are because I can sense them already. At the first spark of life I knew about them. I can’t read their thoughts or anything but I know where they are, how they are doing. Right now they’re happy to be floating with you. Apparently being on hard ground puts strain on your body. Floating here is much better for you and them.”
“So you’re what, a werebear? What the hell? I know I saw it but I’m having a hard time believing it. I know it’s real, but still, wow!” Angel looked away from him, trying to take it all in, then looked back at him. “How old are you?”
“I’m 32 but I may live to be much older. I don’t know yet. My parents were 268 and 152 when they died. It’s really hard to tell. Also, um, I’m rich. Very, very rich. Some of it is inheritance; some of it is what I’ve earned. We’re talking billions, babe. Our children will never want for anything.”
“Does that mean I’m going to turn into this thing too?” Angel asked.
“There’s a chance that as you give birth you may be changed but it’s rare. We can change you, of course, if you want, but that’s up to you. It’s a long life, just remember that.”
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