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“Unless your father was a witch, too, and he cast the spell,” Jesse says, joining the conversation for the first time.
Steph’s eyes widen as she nods. “That could be it. Your father wouldn’t be a Grundelier, since any witch left in that coven would be related by blood. But if he was born into a different coven, he could easily cast the spell and no witch would think twice if they felt his magic.”
It all seems a little far-fetched, but what other explanation is there? I know what I saw in that vision, and it was my mother giving birth to me. And it was my father by her side.
“If all this is true,” I say, any excitement I felt over the revelation draining out of me in an instant, “then it’s too late to get any real answers. They’re gone.”
Steph gives me a sad look before reaching out to take my hand and squeezing it. “At least you know why there are no adoption records or any proof of a baby being found at that church.”
I nod, as a memory resurfaces. The vision I had when Steph and I worked together to create it.
“Oh, my God,” I say, meeting each person’s eyes before speaking again. “Remember the vision I had? The memory of when I was five and overheard my parents talking?”
Steph nods. “They were talking about some premonition you had about the mailman.”
“I know it feels wrong, but you have to remember why we did what we did. We have to keep her safe. That’s what my dad said, and we assumed they were talking about binding my powers. But what if they were talking about all of it? Their change in name and appearance, the fake adoption, everything?”
No one speaks, but I can see they agree with me. The pieces are clicking together, creating a full picture of what my parents went through to protect me. But…why? Why was keeping me, in particular, hidden so important? My mother was a Grundelier, and she obviously lived her life as a witch, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have met and married my father. If she settled down at all, it would’ve been with a human who had no knowledge of the magical community.
Right?
Pain blooms in my head, and as if he senses it, Jesse wraps and arm around me and quietly tells the others I need some rest. Steph hugs me, promising to come back in a few hours to check on me. Erik and Leif nod at Jesse and me before following her out of my apartment. Jesse leads me into the bedroom, then throws back the bedding before gently picking me up and laying me on the mattress.
“Stay with me,” I plead as he pulls the covers over me.
“There’s nowhere else I’d be,” he whispers, then rounds the bed and slides beneath the covers.
I curl into his side and he wraps an arm around me. I feel drained, more exhausted than I’ve felt since becoming a vampire. It’s all mental, of course. Vampires don’t require sleep. But my mind needs a rest. Or maybe a distraction.
Sliding my hand beneath Jesse’s dress shirt, I allow my fingertips to dance over his skin. The arm around me tightens, and I slowly glide my fingers down to the buckle of his belt.
“What are you doing, my love?” he asks, his voice already husky with desire. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I don’t need rest,” I whisper back as I pluck his belt free and move to the button on his slacks. “I only need you.”
He doesn’t respond for a moment, but as I slowly lower his zipper, he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls to angle my head back so he can kiss me. A long groan of pleasure and relief vibrates in my chest as his tongue pushes between my lips, and I slide my hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs to grip his perfect cock.
He moans into our kiss, but doesn’t move otherwise, somehow knowing I need control over this when everything else in my life seems to be spinning out. He releases his grip on my hair as I sit up and push the covers down. He lifts his hips as I tug his pants and underwear down, his own fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. I run my palms over his chest as I bend over him, then grip his erection once more before driving it between my lips.
Pulling my knees beneath me, I press my free hand into the mattress beside Jesse’s hip for better leverage as I bob my head and swallow him over and over again. A large hand wraps around the back of my thigh, sliding up beneath the hem of the black dress I’m still wearing. His fingertips brush over the material of my underwear between my thighs, making me groan around his cock.
“Are you ready to come, my love?” he asks, and I hum in the affirmative. “Then come.”
An orgasm explodes through me as he says those two little words, and his fingers slide under the edge of my underwear before pushing inside me, stroking my inner walls to draw out the release.
“Come,” he says again, and a second, more powerful release rockets through me.
I cry out, using my hand to stroke him while I take a moment to catch my breath. Jesse pulls his fingers free, and the sound of cloth ripping echoes around us as he shreds my underwear with a single, powerful jerk.
Shuffling forward on my knees, I straddle his hips and line his cock up with my entrance before slamming myself down. Another orgasm rockets through me, and I don’t know if Jesse used his mind to make it happen or if having his cock inside me set it off. Nor do I care.
Pressing my palms to his chest, I ride him, bouncing up and down as he impales me again and again, driving me to new heights. Jesse’s hands find my hips, gripping them tightly as he takes over, setting the rhythm to an even faster pace than before.
My poor mattress squeaks and strains like it might not make it through this, but we don’t stop. We just keep moving, pounding against each other as Jesse lifts his hips with each thrust. I feel his cock swell inside me just as a fourth orgasm detonates, making me scream. Jesse’s shout joins mine as his own release fills me, and our movements slow, becoming gentler and more loving as we both float back down from the euphoria.
Finally, I collapse onto his chest, and his arms tighten around me, holding me against him. One hand brushes down my back, smoothing my hair, and I turn my head to press a kiss against his skin.
We don’t speak for a long while, and slowly, the memories of the day encroach on the serene moment, flashing through my mind like an old slideshow.
