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Releasing me, he disappeared before my eyes, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. He reappeared a second later, lying on the bed next to me with his head propped up in his hand. I shook my head, turning around to face him, stretching my legs out leisurely. He eyed my bare skin and groaned under his breath in approval before idly skimming his fingers up and down my calves.
"Tell me why you stopped training to be a priestess," he said. It wasn't necessarily a question, but I knew that he wouldn't force me to answer. I'd been expecting the question eventually. "Theodore told me what you did for that boy. Apparently you have a natural affinity for soul work."
I raised a single brow. "Soul work? Is that what you call it?" He made it sound like it was some kind of 9-5 job.
"I'm not asking to punish you, or even judge you, if that is what worries you. I just want to understand why someone so passionate about their beliefs would abandon them." His words hit me harder than I expected them to, and an uneasy feeling swirled in my gut. He was completely right, and I didn't even blame him for being curious.
I jumped slightly as a small black shape appeared nearly out of thin air yet again. Lafayette leapt onto the mattress and immediately made his way over to Bael, rubbing his little face against his chest. I beckoned him over, and he came over immediately, tail in the air, and pranced toward me and settled in my lap, purring contently. His presence here immediately told me that everything that was said in his room, Theo would know too. I didn't mind, though. I didn't have secrets.
"It wasn't necessarily my choice. Austin hated Vodou, so what was the point? He always told me it was devil work and that I needed to stop pretending to be a witch and be normal like him." I frowned down at my fingers as they idly stroked Lafayette. “He indulged in my practices until I got pregnant. After that, it was like he wanted to punish me for believing in anything other than his Christian god."
Memories of my time with Austin still haunted me. The thought that I allowed someone so mediocre and heartless to take away my power made my stomach turn.
Bael's fingers gave a comforting squeeze on my leg, and when I looked up at him, his face held only understanding. "Her name was Gracie, wasn't it?"
I stared at him in shock, my mouth hanging open before I could stop it. "How did you find out about her?"
He just smiled gently. "I know far more than you think I do, love."
My eyes narrowed suspiciously at him. "That's not very helpful."
He shrugged nonchalantly. "He started to resent you for something that wasn't your fault, yes?"
I stared at him in suspicion for a moment longer before I broke eye contact again and nodded. "I think he always resented me. But when we lost Gracie it flipped some kind of switch in him. He got violent and angry, and it seemed like no matter what I said or did, I could never do the right thing or make him happy. I was always wrong. I was always thewitch who killed our babyin his eyes."
Bael's hand continued to rub soothing circles on my thigh as I recounted the memories that had long laid dormant in my mind. It wasn't often that I talked about Gracie, but something about Bael made me want to spill everything.
"He even started going to church more," I said bitterly, "as if it would cleanse him of any of his own sins. As if praying every Sunday to a god who didn't listen could erase the things he'd done to me."
Lafayette shifted slightly on my lap before settling back down with a contented purr. In his presence, it was easy for me to ignore the pain from those past wounds.
"But you're better off without him now anyway," Bael said reassuringly. "Perhaps this was a blessing after all."
I looked at him skeptically. "Am I though? Sometimes it feels like he still has this fucking hold over me."
"Because he does," Bael replied matter-of-factly. "But only because you let him. You have power inside you that’s been there since birth—far stronger power than anything Austin could ever take away from you. I can see it growing inside you, and it makes me wild." His eyes darkened once again, dipping to scan my bare skin. He licked his lips sensually, toying with the ring in his lower lip.
A heat rose up inside of me, a fire sparked by hope and possibility. I was finally free of that fucking monster. He couldn't touch me here. Bael was right. I needed to stop giving Austin power over me.
"And besides..." With a sudden movement, he rose up, causing Lafayette to grumble and leap off the bed. Bael crawled up my body as I lay backward, his thick arms braced on either side of my head. "You're going to be more untouchable than he ever was or ever will be. The blood of the Laveau's runs through those delicious veins." Leaning down, he nosed my face to the side and gently nipped at the hollow of my throat. "He'll never lay a finger on something so divine again."
I moaned softly as Bael's lips moved down my neck, his tongue tracing patterns along the sensitive skin. My fingers tangled in his dark hair as I surrendered to the pleasure he was giving me. He had a way of making everything else fade away until it was just us and this moment, suspended in time.
"You belong to no one but yourself now," Bael whispered against my collarbone before biting down lightly and eliciting another gasp from me. "And I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I'll peel the flesh from their bones for speaking ill of your name." His kisses, licks, and bites grew more frantic as I panted. "For the first time in centuries, I think I finally found someone worthy of my worship."
I gasped as he kissed his way down my chest, pausing to rip open the dress shirt, exposing my breasts. He took my swollen bud in his mouth and swirled his tongue softly. My thighs fell open, and he took the opportunity to crawl between them.
Licking his way down my stomach, leaving me a shivering mass of pleasure, Bael didn't waste a second before flattening his pierced tongue over my wet pussy and licking me leisurely. I threaded my fingers through his locks as he slid two fingers deep inside me and started to thrust rhythmically. I gasped as Bael closed his lips around my clit and rolled it along his tongue until a wave of euphoria washed over me.
Bael chuckled devilishly before, trailing kisses and bites slowly up my inner thigh until our lips connected again. "I can't get enough," he said, his voice breathy and low. Tasting myself on his lips made me wild, and despite having been fucked hard on that Ferris Wheel, I needed more.
His hands roamed my body as if worshiping at an altar. He settled between my legs, freeing himself from his already unbuttoned pants. My thighs parted for him, and in seconds he was sliding inside of me.
I moaned as his fingers twisted in my hair, pulling and grabbing as he fucked me. His hips moved in perfect rhythm to my frantic heart, his thick cock stretching me exquisitely wide.
I came hard, my pussy throbbing around his length, and the pressure and heat had him losing control too. Sitting up, Bael leaned backwards, his hips pistoning into me with relentless speed. Hot cum filled me up as he threw his head back and moaned my name. Over and over, he chanted my name as his hips moved. I reached down between my legs and strummed my clit, coaxing out yet another, smaller orgasm at the sight of him.
He himself looked like a dark god. A trickster god, let loose on the world to ravage women's hearts. Suddenly there was no more doubt left in my mind. I could never leave this place behind. I could never walk away from all of this and expect to forget. It was impossible to even imagine.
