FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 65: THE BOND

Chapter 65: THE BOND

"Then, what questions are you willing to answer?" Arella laughed, feeling that his reactions were immensely cute.

"I don’t wanna answer any."

He was acting like a petulant child, but she found that she quite did not mind it. "Then, tell me about mates." She finally said. "I think I need to at least know about that, seeing as we are mates and all."

"I guess I can tell you about mates." He was still hesitant to speak, which was made clear with the way he ground his hips against hers in an attempt to distract her. Both of them moaned.

"Nuh-uh." Arella pinched his ear, "We need to talk first. You won’t distract me this time." She could feel how breathless her voice was, but she refused to go another day without having at least one of her questions answered.

"What do you want to know exactly?" His voice seemed to make her whole body vibrate with need, especially with how close to her ear he was speaking.

"I have not found any books in the library Velmoria showed me that talks of mates and bonds in the demon realm."

King Varziel chuckled, "I am not surprised at that; the story of mates is one that is passed down to every demon as they grow up; as such, there has never been a large need for books that tell the story of them. I will have Velmoria send you a few that I know exist."

Arella was glad he was taking the initiative to let her do some research at the very least.

"That would be perfect. Then, tell me, answering either option A, which is yes, or option B, which is no, are we mates in the sense of demons."

He nodded against her neck.

"No. Speak to me, your highness."

"Option A, which is yes," he parroted her earlier words.

"I know that a bond strengthens a demon and balances your power. I do not think I am capable of giving you that." She was plucking at his hair absentmindedly by this point, but he did not seem to mind.

"On the contrary, my queen. Your very presence is a balm to my soul. I can assure you that at least our bond is working normally." He wrapped a hand around her waist loosely. "You calm me just by existing."

"Does my holy power not hurt you in the slightest?"

"Hurt me?" He laughed as if that was the silliest thing that he had ever heard.

"Yes, although I have not used it on you to harm you on purpose, an holy power still seeps through my pores, seeing as I am alive." She sent some power to the halo that hovered above her locks: "My halo can only do so much to regulate my power after all."

"The halo of an angel regulates their power?" He asked. Arella could feel that he was looking for a way to change the topic, but she was not going to let him get away from her grilling.

"More like it prevents my holy power from going out of control. But that is not the point. I do not dislike you terribly, so I doubt that I want you to die at this moment, so do tell me what I can do to make your power balanced, on the count of us being mates."

King Varziel’s body visibly froze, and he hesitated for a second before finally pushing his body up and looking down at Arella. "Do you really mean that?"

"That I wish to make your power balanced?"

"No, the other thing."

"That I do not dislike you?"

If he were a dog, and he had ears and a tail, they would swish with how excited he seemed with this information, "So that would mean that you like me, correct?" He asked, that dimpled smile resting on his lips.

Arella laughed, "Of everything I say, is that what you are taking out of this conversation?"

"It is an important matter that I would like to confirm." His eyes were literally sparkling with how he was looking at Arella.

"Yes," she sighed. "I guess we can say that I do like you just a little bit."

He lowered his head to give her a kiss on the lips. "That is wonderful."

She pulled their lips apart, knowing that if they continued, she would get swept away by him again. "Now that I have answered your question, answer mine."

"Oh yes," he perked up as if he had forgotten that she had asked him a question: "In my family, the male and female usually mark each other."

"Mark?" Arella was confused. She had no recollection of such a thing.

"Of course, I do not wish for us to do it if you are against it." He blushed from the base of his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I did not say that I am against it; I just do not know what it entails."

"Well, it is quite simple, really," he ran a finger down her neck, rubbing at the juncture where her shoulder and neck met. "I would need to bite you here, really hard enough to draw blood, and you would do the same to me."

Arella blinked twice.

She had read some novels back when she was bored up in the human realm. Some of them were about werewolves and how they would brutally bite each other to mark each other as mates. It was usually described as bloody, disgusting, and overall dark.

They were not something that Arella had ever thought that she would be a part of, but here she was, discussing it with her demon husband.

How time flies.

"How much blood would we need to draw from each other’s necks?" She asked after a long period of silence. "Will I be alive after it? I have read some books where the main character is in a critical condition after the marking. So much so that some have even died. Will I die? Do I need to inform my family about the potential danger to my life?"

King Varziel laughed, "My queen, what kind of books have you been reading?"

"Normal books!" Arella pouted and pinched his side again.

"Goodness," he choked on his saliva and began to cough. "If you pinch me like that again, I may very well die." He managed to say in between the coughs that wracked him.

"I am not trying to make you die. You’re the one that has laughed at my choice of reading material."

"Do not blame me if your choice of reading is questionable." He poked her cheek using his finger. "And anyway," his voice turned serious, "I would never knowingly do anything that would cause you such harm."

S/T:

The demon who wrote those novels that Arella read in the human realm: (sneezes) Is someone talking bad about me?

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