Chapter 33
Briggs opened his eyes, staring blankly at the vines hanging from the ceiling above him, wondering why the fuck he was sleeping in a jungle room, when the memory of last night abruptly returned.
He sat up, twisting to stare at the spot in the bed beside him, cursing when it was empty. He slid out of bed, running a hand through his hair as unfamiliar panic and indecision washed over him.
Last night, he’d been so frantic for Cece, had needed her so badly, that he had fucked her without any thought to whether she was ready for him or not. She had told him she loved him too, and then she’d touched him and he’d tasted her magic, and then…
“Fuck!” He started toward the door, his feet mashing the flower petals that littered the floor into the wood. He pivoted when he heard the sound of the tub draining, his gaze landing on the half-open bathroom door.
“Cece?” He walked to the bathroom, brushing past the hanging vines that were now hanging down to his chest, and knocked on the door. “Cece?”
“Come in.”
He opened the door, trying to control his immediate urge to pick her up and carry her to the bed. She was wrapped in a bath towel, her blonde hair in a messy bun, her skin flushed pink from the bath.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. She sat down on the side of the tub, and the wince she made sent shame spiralling through him.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, wanting to take her hands but knowing what would happen if he did. “I hurt you.”
“What?” she said. “No, you didn’t.”
“I did. Last night. I was too rough, and I didn’t prepare you enough.”
To his surprise, she giggled. “Prepare me enough? I’m not a slab of roast beef you’re seasoning for Sunday dinner, Briggs. And I’m not hurt.”
“My mate,” he said, “you winced when you sat down. I saw it.”
She nodded. “Yeah, okay, you got me on that one, but in my defence,” her gaze dropped to his crotch, “your dick is monster-sized.”
Another wave of shame hit him until he wanted to vomit. “Cece.”
“Hmm?” She was wiping some drops of water off her shoulder with the edge of the towel, and he lightly touched her towel-covered knee.
“I’m so sorry.”
She looked at him, her brow scrunching up at the tone of his voice and the look on his face. Before he could stop her, she cupped his face and brushed her mouth against his. “Honey, I’m okay.”
“I lost control last night,” he said, trying to ignore the sweet call of her magic.
“We both did,” she said. “I don’t think that’s too surprising, do you?”
Her fingers lightly stroked the hair on his jaw. “Wait, do you regret it?”
“No,” he said quickly. “I love you.”
The smile on her face warmed him more than her magic did. “I love you, too.”
She took a deep breath. “Whew, I was starting to think that maybe last night…”
“What?”
“That maybe it was my magic that made you say those things.”
“No.” He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. “I love you. I will always love you, with or without magic.”
“Then why are you being so weird this morning?” she asked.
He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not being weird. This is me worried I’ve badly hurt my mate.”
“You haven’t, even with your monster dick,” she said tartly. “I was a little sore this morning, but the hot bath helped.”
He stared at the hint of cleavage he could see, itching to lean forward and lick away the droplets of water on her collarbone.
“Briggs,” Cece said softly.
The call of her magic was becoming increasingly difficult to resist. He didn’t want to resist it. His dick was fully erect now, the head of it brushing against his flat stomach, and he growled when Cece’s gaze dropped to it.
She licked her lips, and he groaned quietly. “Little witch.”
“Take me to bed, Briggs,” she said. “Give me what’s mine.”
“Yes, my mate.” He stood, pulled her to her feet, gave the towel a quick tug that left it on the floor, and then picked her up.
The feel of her warm, naked skin against his sent another rush of heat and magic through him, and he carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the bed as tenderly as if she were made of fragile glass.
He stretched out beside her, resting his hand on her belly before brushing soft kisses against her mouth. He would take his time, be gentler, show his mate just how good he could make her feel. He wouldn’t let his need or Cece’s magic take control this time.
“Briggs,” Cece moaned when he licked her bottom lip before sucking lightly on it.
“Yes, little witch?”
“I need you.” She tried to urge him between her legs, and he chuckled before nipping her jaw.
“Not yet.”
“Yes,” she pouted at him, green light flaring briefly in her eyes. He looked up to see vines twisting and curling above them before they inched their way toward him. He growled at them, and they retreated, hovering above them as Cece giggled.
He gave her a mock scowl. “Behave, little witch.”
“I am,” she said sweetly.
He felt a vine brush across his shoulder and stared pointedly at her. She pouted again before waving her hand, and the vine retreated to join the others. “Fine.”
“What happened to the barrier spell?” he asked.
“I broke it this morning,” she said with a shrug. “Figured it wasn’t really needed anymore.”
“You broke Monroe’s spell?”
Her face lit up. “I did. It was ridiculously easy. Of course, I was all hopped up on magic this morning. I’ve never felt so much magic, Briggs.”
A dreamy smile passed her lips. “It felt so good. I used a lot of it to break the barrier spell, but I was still left with more than I expected.”
Green light glowed in her hands as she smiled at him. “Will you give me more, honey? Give me what I need?”
“Yes,” he said.
She tried to push him between her legs again, and this time he nipped her throat. “But not yet.”
“Briggs.”
He grinned, enjoying her soft gasp when he cupped one full breast. He teased her nipple with his thumb before leaning down and licking around it. She moaned and arched her back, sliding her hands into his hair and gripping tightly.
He licked her nipple again before sucking on it, teasing it into a hard, swollen bud and then giving her left nipple the same treatment. She twisted and turned on the bed, her soft cries as he kissed her ribs and the curve of her belly, music to his ears.
“Briggs, please,” she begged.
He shook his head before kissing her thigh. “I want a taste of your pretty pussy first, and then I’ll fuck it.”
“Oh God,” she moaned as he stretched out between her legs and kissed her inner thigh.
“Spread your legs, Cece.”
She hesitated, and he gave her a nip with his fangs, making her squeal lightly. “Do as your mate says.”
She let her legs fall open, and he studied her pussy, licking his lips before leaning forward and inhaling deeply. He lifted his head, holding Cece’s gaze as he said, “Mine.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yours, honey.”
He growled his approval before bending his head and licking from her tight entrance to her pretty clit.
She cried his name, her hips rising off the bed.
His mouth flooded with the delicious taste of his mate, Briggs slid his hands under her ass, gripping it firmly as he buried his mouth in her pussy.
He sucked and licked at her clit, devoting his full attention to that swollen bud until Cece was moaning and gasping, and her hands were pulling hard on his hair. He slid his finger into her warmth, smiling at how her muscles clenched around him when he sucked on her clit again.
He raised his gaze to hers before deliberately giving her clit a long, slow lick that had her crying out like a cat in heat.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her eyes were jade now, and her hands were lit up with bright green light. “Make me come, Briggs.”
He grinned and added a second finger, fucking her with them as he sucked on her clit.
She cried his name, her pretty cunt clamping down on his fingers as she climaxed with another shrill cry.
He was hit with a blast of her magic that sent pleasure rocketing through his veins and precum pouring from his cock.
Something brushed against his back, his head, his shoulders, and he raised his head, his fingers slowing to a stop in her pussy, as he stared in amazement at the hundreds of flower petals that were floating in the air.
Flowers had burst to life on many of the plants in Cece’s room, and as another shudder of pleasure went through Cece, more flowers burst from the plants, sending petals in a colour riot of blues, purples, pinks, and yellows, floating into the air.
A few petals landed on Cece’s naked body, and Briggs eased his fingers out of her and sat up, his gaze widening as he studied the plants in the room.
They had all noticeably grown, some of them nearly bursting out of their pots, and the plants hanging from the ceiling had grown even longer.
A few of the vines even brushed the floor now, and they swayed and twisted lightly, despite the lack of breeze.
Cece sat up as well, staring at the petals on her, the bed, and the floor with confusion. “What is this?”
“The plants bloom when you come,” he said.
“What?” She stared at him.
“When you climax, the plants bloom,” he repeated.
“They… bloom,” she said slowly, before staring at the plants in the room. “Holy crap. The plants are… bigger, right?”
“Yep.”
They studied the plants in silence before Briggs said, “We’re gonna need to move some of the plants out of the room. I plan on making you come a lot, and if they grow every time you do, we’ll be fucking in a literal jungle by tomorrow.”
Cece gaped at him before bursting into laughter. His bear growled happily at the sound. The beast was finally content for the first time since they’d laid eyes on Cece, and Briggs couldn’t help but laugh with her.
They laughed until their stomachs ached, and when the fit of giggles had finally passed, Cece leaned forward and kissed him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said.
Her eyes were back to brown with a thick ring of green around her irises, and he smoothed her hair back from her face.