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I freeze, gaping into her face in disbelief.
She’s said it so calmly–so unexpectedly that it’s hard to believe I heard her right. “What?”
“I love you, Nicholas,” she repeats in the same calm voice. “I think I have fallen for you since the very first time our eyes met at that pharmacy in town. I felt something that day that I’ve never felt for anyone. You taught me compassion and the virtue of patience. You simplified for me so many things that used to be complicated. So, I mean it when I say I love you.”
“Victoria...”
She brushes her fingers lightly over my face and lips, looking deeply into my eyes. “I’ve denied myself–us–for too long,” she says softly. “I want all of you this time Nicholas... everything that you’ve got to give me.”
“Take it, Victoria,” I whisper in a tight voice that I almost didn’t recognize as mine. “Take all of me. I belong to you anyway.”
She smiles deeply into my eyes and I can’t look away. She’s got me under a spell. And I’m not willing to break free.
Opening her legs wider, Victoria guides my impossibly hard cock into her. Her muscles contract to push me deeper into her warmth. The sweet scent of her arousal fill my head. I rub one finger down the center of her, circling her clitoris, then plunging into her glistening moistness. She arches against me, reaching between us or running her hand eagerly over my stomach, and hips–leaving a trail of fire on each part her finger touches. I move slightly to grant her more access, and her hands cup my balls, adoring me with her touch. Victoria rocks wildly, sensing my sudden reserve. Even in the throes of passion, she feels the vulnerability in my restraint, and it brings tears to my eyes. But the sensation of her moistness around my length is like a hot wire against my nerve endings. I would give her everything she wants, even surrender my soul to her on a platter. She must have guessed that because she takes and takes without reservation.
“Damn, Victoria,” I mutter hoarsely. She kisses me, an open-mouthed invitation that I take as I thrust into her, every moment aimed at bringing her impossibly closer. She shudders and clutches my shoulders for support, losing herself with each thrust of my tongue in her mouth and each pumping caress from my throbbing manhood. I worship her mouth and body until my name becomes her breath.
“Je t’adore à l’éternal, ma chèrie,” I murmur brokenly in Cajun.
And she lets go with a stifled scream. She dug her teeth into my neck as her climax rushed through her like a tidal wave, a solid wall of incredible pleasure that overtook her body. I keep slamming into her, fucking her through the ripples of ecstasy that flooded through her, branding her mine. Mine.
Now, her cries of ecstasy are distant echoes in my head. I’m too far over my head to take pride in the explosion our union created. The rush of orgasm sweeps me away. I jerk uncontrollably, blood roaring through my veins like wildfire. My shout of ecstasy is silenced when I captured her mouth in mine. Finally, I surrender to the longest, hottest climax of my life, joining Victoria in a strange fantasy world where humans can drift in between the conscious and subconscious.
It's a long time before our breathing slows. She smiles at me, her eyes twinkling with amusement and gratification. And love. Definitely love. Suddenly she laughs. I join in, more spurred by the beautiful sound of her high-pitched laughter than the reason for her amusement. Surrounded by the still lingering warmth of our joint euphoria, the sound of our laughter bouncing within the walls of the room, l feel like the luckiest man on earth. I never knew it was possible for life to take a 360 degrees turn in such a short time.
I feel like a different man from who I was just hours ago.
* * *
“Good morning, Hex!”
Hex freezes in his tracks, hands suspended on the refrigerator door, eyes dramatically opened wide in shock. I try to stifle a laugh but I can’t help letting out an amused snort.
So far this morning I’ve gotten almost the same reaction from every member of the clubhouse who’s come into the kitchen for me to greet.
“Wait, what?” Hex asks, finally recovering from his shock. “Did you speak to me?” He looks around at Pocus, Seer, Bones, Gator, and Buffy, who are watching him with passive amusement. “Did she speak to me?” he asks, talking to no one in particular.
“Yep,” Buffy responds anyway, smiling sweetly over at me like a proud mother hen whose baby’s finally flying.
“You’re speaking now,” Hex repeats like he couldn’t process the information. Then, his face suddenly lightens up. “Oh, my god! Tory!”
Hex runs toward me, arms outstretched for a hug, but Seer swiftly pulls me against his chest, wrapping an arm possessively around my shoulder.
“Maintain a safe distance, brother,” Seer says, nuzzling his face into the curve of my neck to inhale my scent. “She’s mine.”
A shiver of excitement runs down my spine at the unabashed display of possession. It’s the first time Seer is claiming me publicly, which turns me on. I don’t know if I would have felt the same way weeks ago before I left for Minnesota, but something seems to have shifted between us last night– something powerful. It’s like we’ve both let go of caution and take each day as it comes.
“Woah! Woah!” Hex laughs, retracing his steps with his hands raised in a gesture of mock surrender. “I mean no disrespect, Seer. I’m just glad to see my bestie back to her normal self.”
“What the hell am I if Tory is your bestie?” Abigail asks, walking–more like waddling into the kitchen. She is so heavy that she’s practically dragging her feet on the ground. I look up in time to catch the fleeting apprehension in Pocus’s eyes as he watches his wife keenly. I understand his fears, and they’re not unfounded, either.
“Busted,” Bones says in a stage whisper, shrugging when Hex glares at him.
“Um… You’re my best girl…?” Hex says, smiling sheepishly at Abigail.
“That’s the same thing,” Abigail says, rolling her eyes playfully at him. She looks up at Seer with a playful experience. “I can hug her, right?”
“I’ll make an exception for you,” Seer replies, stepping back just enough so that Abigail’s arms can come around my shoulders.
