Mads groaned with pleasure and closed his eyes. Panic flickered in his chest every few seconds, but the bond he shared with Marquis, settled as a familiar bond, snatched his magic by the core and centered it between them. As if they were one, the pleasure flowed, a humming self-confidence and intense desire radiated from Marquis. No pity. No sadness. Joy. Pureand unbridled. Love, overwhelming and endless. It made Mads’s eyes sting, his body shuddering. And in an unbridled moment of sensation, his heart swelling as magic flowed, he opened his mouth to beg Marquis to touch his aching cock. “Mar—”
And with flawless grace, Marquis dipped his head, hands moving to tug his underwear away. Warmth and wetness engulfed Mads’s cock, skilled tongue swirling its way down to take him to the root. “Oh ffffuck!”
Mads couldn’t focus his eyes as he opened them in utter shock and bliss. A surge of pleasure made his cock swell, his orgasm threatening to shoot up his spine.
“Oh. Oh f-fuck.” Mads swore and shuddered in a violent display. Everything seized for a single beat before his cock kicked and emptied down Marquis’s throat.
Marquis groaned with absolute bliss, grasping onto Mads’s hips to keep him steady. And like any good alpha confronted with an omega in the throes of passion, he was ready to ravage.
Mads flipped under him, raising his ass. Slick met cool air and warmed under Marquis’s weight. With barely any effort, Marquis had his hands down, fingers gliding through ample slick, the noise mingled with their frantic breaths. And, if magic had a sound more than the hum that penetrated his body with some sixth sense, it’d join the chorus with song.
Gentle, wet noises accompanied the stretch of his hole, one finger then two. Mads bit his lip and whimpered, breath shuddering. The gentle rock of them searched out his spot, lighting him up from within.
Marquis didn’t need to speak, to ask him if he was ready, to make him beg, he knew Mads that well. It’d been but a brief affair in the grand scheme of things, but Mads was always Marquis’s. He wasn’t a whore or a plaything. He was loved.
As if to remind Mads of just that, Marquis whispered as he leaned down to plant a featherlight kiss over his lips. “I love you.”
Mads nearly came on the spot but lost his composure as Marquis slid inside him with a fluid motion, sheathing perfectly. Such pressure, fullness, warmth. It took all the filth from the act. Mads wasn’t sure why, but he whimpered, fighting tears as pleasure and angst fought within him. “Please forgive me.”
“There is nothing to forgive. Thank you for coming back to me.” Marquis situated his hips and rocked them ever so gently. “Because if I have to forgive you. If I have to assign value to what happened, I have to believe that any of it meant anything to you. Forgive me for not knowing sooner.”
Mads hissed out a pleasured sigh and hooked a leg over Marquis’s hip. The gentle rock of bodies turned into thrusts and rolls that lit nerve endings on fire. Heaven wouldn’t have been the paradise he knew in bed at that moment.
Mads let go of his angst, his stress, and anger. And together they came, Marquis pulsing deep within him, hand stroking Mads’s cock to a sharp finish.
Refractory period? Never heard of it.And like that, they were at it again and again until morning burst free with violent rays forcing through their bedroom window.
Then sleep.
And with the fires of heat, all sins had been burned away.
A new chance. A new life.
And the potential for more.
Chapter Fifteen
Marquis
Mads had adjusted nicely to his new home. The routines weren’t the same, but neither were they. It came slowly, the two of them reconciling with the fact they were two new people. Sure, the faces were the same, but experiences had changed them. And where once Mads had liked his coffee black, he snuggled up with creamer and sugar in a bay window, a Snoopy mug cradled in his curling fingers.
Shadows threw across the living room rug, a silhouette worthy of porcelain sculptures. The dance of bare tree branches outside the window threw strange shadows over him, and Marquis inhaled deeply. The house, which had always been an accessory to him, had become a home. The Penumbra estate, once a subsidiary to the Eclipse, had switched roles, becoming the mother coven to it.
How times have changed.He watched Mads from the kitchen island, his lean lines and delicate features so crisp in the morning light. His scent filled their home, a new presence that brought comfort. He turned a page and Marquis bit back the urge to rush over and kiss him.
“Heya, Dad!” A quiet little voice perked up behind him, making him jump and fumble the empty mug in his hands.
“Midnite!” Marquis took a deep breath and turned to face the familiar, his favorite son-in-law. Only son-in-law.Details? Pedantic at best.
“Whatcha doin?” Midnite leaned around and stared at Mads buried in his book.
“Trying to comprehend what I did to deserve a second chance.” Marquis sighed, offering the familiar a warm smile. The catlike charm always amused Marquis.
“Hmm… No clue. You’ve been alright to me, yea?” Nite sidled onto a stool at the kitchen island and rummaged through a fruit bowl for an orange and attacked it with a paring knife, carving something intricate into the end of it. Marquis knew better than to ask.
“You certainly believe I have. I’d be a fool to treat you poorly. A black cat. Very fortunate of my son. You have no idea how revered your form is. Hard to believe anyone let you fall to human hands.” Marquis shook his head as Midnite dug into the orange, face screwed up in concentration. He appeared to be cutting a rather crudely shaped man’s silhouette into the orange peel.
“Likely because I made a stupid wish to a fairy, eh?” Midnite picked at the edges of his work, lifting the little cutout.
