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The feeling was positively orgasmic. If she wasn’t careful, I would lose my seed in her mouth, and I’d have nothing more to give before we finished our shower.
When the orgasm got dangerously close, I pulled back, slipping out of her mouth. I took her hand and tugged her up.
I spun her around and kissed her over her shoulder. She twisted her head, one arm around my neck. With the other arm, she reached behind her and put her hand on my thigh, gripping the flesh, massaging and kneading it.
I cupped her breast with one hand and reached between her legs with the other. I pushed my finger into her slit and rubbed her clit. She moaned as I rubbed her in circles, pushed her closer and closer to the edge. I pinched her nipple between my fingers and rolled it, relishing in the sounds of ecstasy that escaped her lips between our kisses.
Her breathing became harder and heavier as she got closer. I loved it when she orgasmed. I loved being the one to push her to the point of pure pleasure.
When she fell apart, I held onto her as she shuddered. I bit her shoulder lightly, and she whimpered as the orgasmed rocked her body.
I pushed her against the wall, and she braced her hands against it, pushing her ass out to me. I gripped her hips, and my cock found her entrance. I bent my knees while she simultaneously lifted up to her tiptoes, and my cock slid into her. She cried out as I started bucking my hips, stroking in and out of her. I leaned against her, pushing her against the shower wall, trapping her between the tiles and my body as I pounded into her. I loved the feel of her core tightening around my cock with every thrust. I loved the way she gasped and moaned, the sounds of her sex addictive. I loved the way she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
It wouldn’t take me long to orgasm—her slick body under the hot water was so arousing.
I pumped into her, faster and faster. The bathroom steamed up, a combination of the hot water and the friction we created together.
My balls tightened, pleasure erupted, and I shoved myself deep into her. She screamed and orgasmed at the same time I did. I loved it when she did; the bond grew stronger whenever we orgasmed together, our power merging together to make something new, something powerful. It was when we were together and we orgasmed in unison that I had proof that not all was lost—there had to be light in me if I’d bonded with a Fae and my darkness hadn’t pushed her away.
Although my darkness surged to the surface, too, I ignored it.
Finally, after I recovered from the earth-shattering orgasm, I pulled out of her.
Hazel sagged against the tiles, her body trembling and numb. I loved that I had this effect on her.
“Come here,” I said and turned her around. I held her against me and stroked her back while her breathing recovered.
At last, I reached for the soap and sponge and worked up a lather. I started washing her, running the soapy sponge over her entire body, cleaning her. I kissed her as did this, taking care of her.
She returned the favor, and we washed each other. We didn’t say anything—there was nothing to say. She knew how I felt about her; through our bond, we could feel each other’s emotions. Nothing else mattered.
I didn’t want to touch on what would follow once we faced the darkness together. I didn’t want to talk about my family and the danger they might be in again.
We stood under the hot spray together, taking care of each other until it was time to turn off the water and get dressed.
* * *
We walkedto the living room where we’d all gotten to know each other last night. We’d decided to meet with my family here, where there was enough room for everyone. The formal sitting room was small and uncomfortable.
“How are you feeling?” Aggie asked, coming to me when we’d said our hellos to everyone in the room.
“Fine,” I lied.
Agatha narrowed her eyes at me. “It’s okay to be scared.”
“Fear has been my constant companion for centuries. I’m used to it.”
She nodded, letting it go. I was relieved. I might have been used to fear, but the fear that came with Conjurite magic was very different from the fear I felt today. Fear as a side effect, and the inherent terror that I would lose my family, were two very different things.
Hazel came to me, her eyes warm and gentle.
“We’re going to get through this,” she said. “Mom will take you through the process—she’s a lot more powerful as a healer than I am. I’ll be with your family, taking care of them, and Zita will have my back for anything physical that might happen.”
I nodded. The logistics were sound.
“We all know what we’re doing,” Hazel reassured me.
I nodded again, clenching my jaw. I twisted my fingers together. I didn’t trust myself to speak. Either I would snap at Hazel, my fear translating into anger, or I would sound as scared as I was. The one, I wouldn’t do to her because I cared for her. The other, I wouldn’t show because I was still a man who’d endured pain and suffering for centuries. I wasn’t about to crack and show weakness now.
