An Angel on A Demon's Shoulder (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 3) by Marie Mason
Authors: Marie Mason
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children. Matings between angels and demons were allowed, but they were rarer than one might think. Hence, the fascination the children had with Remington.
“He really is only trying to protect you, you know. Just like Ravjeer is trying to protect me.”
Clementine shook her head. “No, it’s not the same thing. Ravjeer is your mate. I’m Remington’s latest assignment.”
Rachel felt Clementine’s distress and wished she could somehow reassure her that everything was going to be all right. She’d known for ages that Clementine was Remington’s mate. Had hinted at it to her stubborn son so much that finally Ravjeer had advised her to back off. Which she had. Well, somewhat. She had been the one to suggest Clementine date the dark fae, never in a million years imagining the man had been abusing his children. No, she’d simply wanted the news to get back to Remington and allow nature to take its course.
Of course, nature hadn’t met her son’s formidable aversion not to get seriously involved with a woman. Which was the reason way she had suggested to Luc that he assign Remington as Clementine’s bodyguard until the dark fae was caught.
She smiled as she watched her son interact with the children. At first, they had sat in front of him, obediently minding his personal space as they had been taught. But the longer they’d sat there, each had begun moving closer, inching nearer to the burly demon.
Remington, when he realized what was happening, had thrown her a look of dismay, but she’d simply waved at him. The children needed good role models, and there was none better than Remington. Or any of her sons. She was proud of each and every one of them, even if they tried her patience at times. Like now.
Catching sight of one of the babies waking up from a nap, she walked over and picked up the smiling infant. Babies behaved so well up here in heaven. Even her devilish sons had when they were small. She quickly changed the baby’s diaper and carried her to Clementine. “Here, can you take her for a moment? I have something I need to do.”
Clementine took the infant in her arms by instinct. “But, wait—” Too late, her boss had already hurried away. She turned her attention to the child in her arms. It was a baby girl with tufts of golden hair on her pink head. She had bright blue eyes and a grin that could only be called, well, angelic. Clementine bent her head and rubbed noses with the child. “You’re such a good baby, aren’t you, Amy?”
A wave of longing for one of her own passed over her. Almost as if drawn by an invisible thread, her gaze rose to meet that of Remington’s. Before she knew what she was doing, she was walking towards him, carrying the baby in her arms.
The moment Remington raised his head and saw Clementine watching him, he knew he was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. And not the kind that resulted in being surrounding by ten curious five-year-olds. That was bad enough, answering question after question about the realms of hell and earth. He’d had to search desperately in his memory to remember what he’d been told as a child. Too many parents tried to persuade their children that one realm was better than the other—and not necessarily that heaven was the top dog.
What would he say to his children when the time came? He looked back at Clementine, hoping for some help, and lost his breath. She was making her way over to him, an infant in her arms. Blood rushed to his loins as he imagined this child was hers—theirs—his. Because, of course, that brought forth imagines of him impregnating her. Lying between her legs and pumping his body in and out of hers, tasting the soft temptation of her lips, sipping at the fullness of her breasts.
“Alright children, it’s time for your snack.” Immediately upon hearing Clementine’s voice, the children got up and formed a straight line beside her, waiting for her to tell them what to do.
One little girl, a black-haired,
“He really is only trying to protect you, you know. Just like Ravjeer is trying to protect me.”
Clementine shook her head. “No, it’s not the same thing. Ravjeer is your mate. I’m Remington’s latest assignment.”
Rachel felt Clementine’s distress and wished she could somehow reassure her that everything was going to be all right. She’d known for ages that Clementine was Remington’s mate. Had hinted at it to her stubborn son so much that finally Ravjeer had advised her to back off. Which she had. Well, somewhat. She had been the one to suggest Clementine date the dark fae, never in a million years imagining the man had been abusing his children. No, she’d simply wanted the news to get back to Remington and allow nature to take its course.
Of course, nature hadn’t met her son’s formidable aversion not to get seriously involved with a woman. Which was the reason way she had suggested to Luc that he assign Remington as Clementine’s bodyguard until the dark fae was caught.
She smiled as she watched her son interact with the children. At first, they had sat in front of him, obediently minding his personal space as they had been taught. But the longer they’d sat there, each had begun moving closer, inching nearer to the burly demon.
Remington, when he realized what was happening, had thrown her a look of dismay, but she’d simply waved at him. The children needed good role models, and there was none better than Remington. Or any of her sons. She was proud of each and every one of them, even if they tried her patience at times. Like now.
Catching sight of one of the babies waking up from a nap, she walked over and picked up the smiling infant. Babies behaved so well up here in heaven. Even her devilish sons had when they were small. She quickly changed the baby’s diaper and carried her to Clementine. “Here, can you take her for a moment? I have something I need to do.”
Clementine took the infant in her arms by instinct. “But, wait—” Too late, her boss had already hurried away. She turned her attention to the child in her arms. It was a baby girl with tufts of golden hair on her pink head. She had bright blue eyes and a grin that could only be called, well, angelic. Clementine bent her head and rubbed noses with the child. “You’re such a good baby, aren’t you, Amy?”
A wave of longing for one of her own passed over her. Almost as if drawn by an invisible thread, her gaze rose to meet that of Remington’s. Before she knew what she was doing, she was walking towards him, carrying the baby in her arms.
The moment Remington raised his head and saw Clementine watching him, he knew he was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. And not the kind that resulted in being surrounding by ten curious five-year-olds. That was bad enough, answering question after question about the realms of hell and earth. He’d had to search desperately in his memory to remember what he’d been told as a child. Too many parents tried to persuade their children that one realm was better than the other—and not necessarily that heaven was the top dog.
What would he say to his children when the time came? He looked back at Clementine, hoping for some help, and lost his breath. She was making her way over to him, an infant in her arms. Blood rushed to his loins as he imagined this child was hers—theirs—his. Because, of course, that brought forth imagines of him impregnating her. Lying between her legs and pumping his body in and out of hers, tasting the soft temptation of her lips, sipping at the fullness of her breasts.
“Alright children, it’s time for your snack.” Immediately upon hearing Clementine’s voice, the children got up and formed a straight line beside her, waiting for her to tell them what to do.
One little girl, a black-haired,
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