My knees wobbled, but Adam held me up. He held me until his knot slipped free and cum dripped down my thighs. He used the detachable shower head to clean us both up, then carried my boneless, sated body to bed, where we curled up together.
Adam wrapped himself around me, nuzzling and kissing my shoulder, my back, my neck. Anywhere he could reach, anywhere he could leave a mark, he did.
“So good,” he kept whispering, reverent.
Completely and utterly blissed out, I giggled to myself and let Adam’s warmth and love envelope me.
Fletcher was right. It reallydidget better.
28
FLETCHER
October 22ndwas an exceptionallywindy day, the crisp red and gold leaves fluttering and skimming along the sidewalks and across the street as I drove towards our destination. The radio played in the background, a mix of hits from the “90s, 2000’s and today” or so they said. I didn’t hear a single song I recognized except for a Justin Bieber tune that drove me bonkers.
Sky must’ve agreed with me, because he groaned and turned it off. “Doesn’t this car have Bluetooth? We could play actuallygoodmusic if I could attach it to my phone.” As if to prove a point, he began scrolling through his endless Spotify playlists, then pressed play. A moment later, My Chemical Romance’s “Teenagers” blared from his speakers.
I laughed. “Forget the teenagers!Youscare the living shit out of me with your music taste, babe,” I teased him good-naturedly. He stuck out his tongue at me, and if I hadn’t been actively driving, I might’ve kissed him. I didn’t know what it was about Sky DuPree that got my motor rumbling, but he definitely did it for me.
He did it for Adam, too. It made me happy that finally, my Alpha saw in Sky what I’d seen from the very beginning. A sweet, sassy soul who just needed a little tender loving care and affection, someone who needed to be touched and adored and embraced for who he was, not for who he might’ve been in the past. Together, the three of us made a pretty good team.
“Hey, isn’t this the place?” Sky asked, turning his music down.
I glanced up. He was right. The small brick hole-in-the-wall on the corner, covered with graffiti and street tags, was an occult-slash-oddities shop that I’d heard of through the grapevine. The hand-painted sign hanging above the glass shop door said “The Third Veil” in scrawling red lettering.
I pulled up alongside the curb, seeing as there really didn’t seem to be any other place to park, and killed the engine. “Yep, this is it. The Third Veil. From what I was reading online, they’ve got crystals and incense and tarot cards, and even offer past-life regressions by appointment!” I wiggled in my seat. “I wanted to see what all they have to offer. Ready?”
Sky shook his head, a small smile on his face. “You’re so cute when you’re excited. Let’s go in.”
A small bell chimed as we stepped inside, the sound delicate beneath the low hum of mystical music drifting from the overhead speakers. I took a deep breath, and the warm scent of sandalwood greeted me.
Sky glanced over, lifting his brows in surprise. I grinned back. This place seemed cool. We walked deeper inside and looked around.
The shop was dimly lit, illuminated mostly by strings of twinkling fairy lights and mismatched lamps tucked between crowded shelves. Thick black velvet curtains obscured the world outside, giving the shop a cozy feel.
Bookcases of varying sizes and shapes lined the walls, filled with tarot decks and occult books, knick-knacks and candles in ornate candle-holders.
Glass cases displayed silver rings and polished crystals, pendulums and divination tools, and gemstone runes.
Dreamcatchers hung from hooks, and shelves held stacks of candles in every color. Bundles of incense were assorted by scent. Somewhere in the back, chimes tinkled softly.
“Wow, this is amazing,” Sky murmured, bending over a sectioned wooden box of polished crystals and gemstones. He held up a round piece of purple quartz. “There are even tags telling you what properties each stone has and what they do. Did you know that amethyst can calm stress and anxiety and help with peaceful dreams? Pretty cool.”
“Let me see.” I joined him, picking through the pieces of amethyst until I found one I liked. It was small and lopsided, almost shaped like a triangle, with a band of creamy white in the center. “I want this one.”
“Oh, hey look over here. They’ve even got jewelry.”
We browsed for what felt like an hour. I picked out a “worry stone” for Adam—a small, flat stone with a divot for him to rub his thumb against when he felt anxious. I figured he could keep it in his pocket at work for when things got stressful.
Sky found a necklace he liked—a crescent moon carved of obsidian hung on a slim black chain. Obsidian claimed that it could cleanse negative energy, and it was a gorgeous piece of jewelry, so of course I bought it for him.
The woman behind the cash register was tall and willowy, wearing a violet gown with gossamer sleeves that flowed like silk. Her dark curls were pinned back away from her face, sending them cascading down her back, and kohl liner rimmed even darker eyes. She smiled at us as she handed me back my credit card.
“Before you go, would either of you be interested in a tarot reading, perhaps?”
The way Sky hesitated before looking at me told me he was at least a little bit curious, and honestly? So was I.
“Sure, why not?” I suggested, nudging his elbow with mine. “It might be fun.”
