Chapter 10
As we munched, I filled Flo in on our mini adventure, because I had no secrets from my bestie.
“Holy shit. You like totally used magic,” Flo exclaimed, clapping her hands.
“Yeah. Now I just wish I knew how I did it.” Because having control over it seemed kind of important so I didn’t accidentally kill someone. Not to mention, if I were in danger, I needed to be able to count on being able to defend myself.
“I’m surprised you didn’t receive any training, given your grandmother was a witch,” Ulseere noted in between bites of his burger.
The comment had me musing aloud. “You know what’s weird is I’ve never accidentally used magic before, and yet I’ve been pissed many a time.
When that girl at the coffee shop kept intentionally fucking up my coffee using almond milk instead of oat, you’d think she’d have received an air slap or two because I certainly wanted to smack her. ”
Cedric offered the surprising answer. “You never had it happen in the past because your Grams had your power bound.”
My gaze shot over to the cat. “Excuse me? What do you mean, bound?”
“When you hit puberty, your magic suddenly blossomed, and Alice didn’t like it one bit. She cast a spell on you so that it funneled it to her.”
I blinked and digested the tidbit before exclaiming, “You’re saying Grams leeched my magic? Who the fuck does that?”
“The same woman who bound your mother when she showed signs of it, although Ava didn’t have anywhere close to the power you do.”
My mouth rounded. “That fucking ragged old bitch. She claimed I was useless, and all that time, she sucked my power dry. I assume the leeching spell disappeared when she died?”
“Yes, but given the many years she kept you fully drained, it took some time for you to rebuild your reservoir. It’s now overflowing, which is likely why it so easily spilled when you got agitated.”
I narrowed my gaze on Cedric. “How is it you’re only telling me this now?”
“It’s not as if we’ve had much time to discuss things. It’s been one disaster after another.”
“You’ve had weeks,” my dry reminder.
Cats could shrug, and this one did it with a feline insouciance that almost got him blasted.
“I figured I’d tell you if and when it became an issue.
Many people possess a magical reservoir.
However, not all have the ability to use it.
Had I known you’d be foolish enough to cast a spell opening a door to the demon world, I would have spoken sooner. ”
Flo had a question. “What did the old hag do with Charlie’s magic?”
“Many things. Cursing those she disliked. Maintaining her garden. But a good portion of it went to scrying for someone’s location.”
I could only think of one person she might be that interested in. “She sucked me dry trying to find the husband who left her.”
“Oh, she wasn’t looking for Bertrand. Why would she when she knew where she’d buried him?”
Given what I knew of Grams, I shouldn’t have still had the capacity to be surprised. “Where is my granddad?”
“Six feet under the raspberry bushes that run the length of the backyard fence. He’s the reason the plant grew so big and the fruit is so large and juicy.”
My stomach roiled. I’d eaten berries from those branches.
Interestingly enough, Ulseere was the one to ask, “Who was Dame Miller seeking?”
“Charlotte’s father. She became obsessed after your puberty unlocked your magic.”
The response dropped my jaw.
“I take it she failed,” Ulseere stated.
Cedric nodded. “It’s strange, you know. You’d think the man with a blood tie to her granddaughter would be easy to find, but it’s like he disappeared from the face of the Earth.”
“Or he’s dead,” I muttered. Maybe he was the reason why Grams’ rhubarb grew to such a monstrous size.
“That’s what I said, but your grandmother insisted he lived.”
“Why did she want to find him?” Flo had stopped eating, her attention rapt on the revelations.
I couldn’t think of many reasons why she’d be interested. Grams didn’t seem altruistic enough to want to find him to pay child support to my mom, but I could see her wanting to take revenge on the man who’d impregnated and abandoned her only daughter. “Isn’t it obvious? She wanted to kill him.”
“I don’t know. I always got the impression there was more to it than that. But whatever the reason, she guarded it tight.” Cedric again rolled his feline shoulders.
I no longer had an appetite for my cold fries, and I rose from the couch. “Well, it’s been a long and eventful day, and I, for one, am tired. You coming, Flo?” I made the executive decision that she and I would share the single king bed. Let Ulseere bunk on the couch or floor.
Before my bestie could reply, the elf did. “I’ll be sharing the bedchamber with you to ensure your safety.”
I arched a brow. “Safety from what? You expecting a demon to swoop in through the window?” I said it, thought of the imp in my kitchen, and sighed. “I guess it’s not that farfetched. But what about Flo?”
“The couch is large enough to fit her frame.”
“I’m more worried about her being first in line if someone barges through the door.”
“As if I wouldn’t give warning before that happened,” an indignant Cedric claimed.
“It’s cool,” Flo quickly stated. “I’m probably going to watch a bit of television to help me fall asleep.”
Hard to argue when everyone seemed in agreement. “Whatever. Night.”
My disgruntled butt trudged to the bedroom and past it to the bathroom.
Time for my long-awaited shower. I stripped my dusty clothes and stepped under the hot spray and sighed.
You’d think I’d have been more excited about getting a chance to be alone with Ulseere.
Problem being, nothing would happen because I wasn’t about to have a screaming orgasm within ear shot of my bestie.
I mean I could, but I wouldn’t. She and I had this thing where we tried not to shove our sex lives in each other’s faces. I didn’t want to hear her groaning and moaning, and she didn’t need to suffer through bed springs creaking and a headboard banging.
As I exited the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, I grimaced. I’d forgotten to bring my filched clothing into the bathroom with me. Luckily, a plush terry cloth robe hung on the door. I wrapped myself in it and shuffled to the bedroom looking sexy in my neck-to-ankle bulky robe.
The door to the room had been closed but the drapes pulled wide open. Ulseere stood at the window, staring out.
“Going to stand guard there all night?” I asked as I crawled onto the bed.
“No need. I set wards to watch for aerial threats.”
I paused in the process of pulling the covers over my legs. “If you could do that, then why did you need to sleep in here with me?”
He turned and half of his mouth curved. “Who said I’d be sleeping?”
Be still my pitter-pattering heart. “Hate to break it to you, but there will be no hanky-panky.”
“Are you reneging on your promise?”
I frowned. “What promise? We flirted and hinted we’d have sex. Nothing more.”
“You also said you’d give me oral satisfaction if you caused any issues.”
“What did I do?” I said, only to think of the hooker I’d magic-slapped. “I don’t think that should count. I didn’t intentionally cause trouble. Blame my magic. Better yet, let’s blame the bitch who fucked with my magic instead of teaching me.”
Ulseere unbuckled his belt, which held his sheath, and laid it across the arms of a chair. His jacket followed before he purred, “You would go back on your word?”
Arguing would usually be my thing. However, it occurred to me what he wanted was a blow job. A blow job wouldn’t have me screaming hallelujah or make the bed squeak and I’d get to see the dick of a shadow elf from another dimension.
“You’re right, a promise is a promise. Drop those pants, and let’s see what I’ve got to work with.”
His brow arched. “Not going to keep arguing?”
“Nope.” I popped the p.
He removed his shirt first, and I practically drooled. Muscles and more muscles. Arms too wide for both my hands I’d wager. A belly button that surprised. For some reason I’d not expected an elf to have one. Then again, it wasn’t as if they came from eggs, or so I assumed.
His hands went to his pants next, and as he undid the buttons at his groin, I knelt on the bed and tugged on the sash holding my robe closed.
His cock sprang forward just as the terry cloth slid from my shoulders. I’d like to think the sight of me made him so hard. However, being a guy, likely the thought of my lips on his cock had him excited.
I tilted my head and stared.
His voice emerged rough. “Is looking a part of the blow job?”
My lips curved. “Admiring most definitely is.” He had a beautiful dick, not something you could say about all penises. Long, which I’d kind of expected—and hoped for. Curved slightly on the end, even better. Thick but not so thick I couldn’t handle it. Of more surprise…
“You’re hairless down there.”
“All elves are.”
My brows both lifted. “Really?” I glanced down at my own pubes, trimmed but still hairy. “I’m not.”
“I can see that,” he growled, but not in an angry way. More like a I’m so horny why are we still talking fashion.
I crooked a finger. “Finish taking off those pants then come here and lie down.”
It felt nice to finally give the orders and be obeyed.
Even nicer to have such a fine specimen of man, er elf, in my bed. He lay there, arms tucked under his head, eyes glittering, cock straining.
I straddled his thighs and reached for him. His shaft pulsed the moment I grabbed hold. I licked my lips.
Time to get to work.
I’d never had so much fun giving head. Nor had I ever teased someone so badly.
I started by leaning down and blowing on the tip. Laughing softly when his body twitched.
I ran my tongue over the tip, tasting the pearled drop of his precum, salty but also sweet.
My lips parted and slid over the head of his cock, and I sucked, just the tip, nice and hard, the suction tugging his flesh, drawing a stifled groan.
A glance showed him clenching his jaw. I smiled around the cock in my mouth. Let him fight the pleasure. This was a battle he wouldn’t win.
I teased my lips over the tip of his fat cock—thick and hard, which kind of matched the rest of him.
What I wasn’t used to seeing? An expression smoldering with desire.
I’d never had a man look at me like that, and watching him made me wet.
I gripped the length of him tight as I licked him up and down.
His whole body tensed, and his hips arched.
I lapped him again before taking the head of his cock into my mouth and sucking. That earned me a low groan of pleasure.
I bobbed for dick, head moving up and down, his breathing hissing as he got closer to the edge. He was close to coming. I could feel it, wanted it, and yet what did he do?
Suddenly he went from lying under me to somehow flipping me onto my back, and I loudly whispered, “What are you doing?”
“Taking my turn.”
“While I’d love that, I’m too noisy.”
“I’ve ensured no one will hear a thing so be as loud as you like.” His wicked grin just about made me come.
He’d better be telling the truth, because the noises that came out of me? I sounded like I died with the whimpering that emerged when he got down to the business of pleasuring me.
Apparently, he wanted a taste of me, and I wasn’t about to argue, seeing as how he had his head buried between my thighs, his tongue flicking against my clit.
Oh fuck. The noises that came out of me, groans, mewling, panting. He ate me with evident pleasure. He lapped at my sensitive button, teased it by clamping his lips around it, parted my lips with his tongue, and then followed with some fingers.
I could feel my orgasm poised on the threshold, and I guess he did, too, since he suddenly knelt between my thighs, his hands slipping under my ass to lift me and put me in line with his cock.
He slid into me, the thick hard length of him stretching my sex, giving me what I needed.
And I clenched hard, rippling with a pre-orgasm.
He went deeper and began grinding, the tip of him finding my sweet spot, stroking it until I clawed at the bed and thrashed, my breathing so ragged I couldn’t even squeak.
When I came, my mouth opened wide but not a sound emerged, even as I enjoyed the most intense climax of my life. A climax that milked his own pleasure.
In that moment, I saw Heaven. God. The stars. The universe. Pretty sure I left my body for a bit as well.
Yes, it was that good.
It took forever for my pulse to slow and my breathing to calm, but when I did have enough breath and brain cells to speak, I murmured, “Thanks. I needed that.”
Probably the dorkiest thing I could have said, but it brought a smile to his lips. “I think we both did. Now that we’ve eased our tension, let’s get some sleep.”
To my surprise, that included cuddling. He spooned me, his bigger body cradling mine, his arm draped over me. I’d never felt more at ease and protected.
Pity it didn’t save me from nightmares, though.