Chapter 14 Everything is Magic When I’m with You #2
He licks once more—pressing the edge of his teeth in—before rising.
The sound of his zipper slicing the silence makes Nix shudder.
Leaning over, he kisses Nix softly on his mouth before pulling his hair to get him to bare his neck.
He drags his nose up his throat, scenting for his other mates before nipping him hard, sending shivers down his spine.
“I especially like it when you smell like me.” It’s as honest as Grayson will let himself be when they’re alone like this.
When it’s just the two of them, Nix can admit that Grayson’s wolf can get a little territorial.
The possessiveness always reminds Nix he’s loved to the point of obsession.
It’s not always healthy, but it’s never interfered with the pack.
Gideon has it with Luca, too, so Nix thinks it must be part of the alpha end of the soul bond.
He whines when the magical caresses on his prostate ease up, and Nix slides his hand from Grayson’s shoulder over that tight stomach again, so he can get a hand around Grayson’s cock. “Been too long, Alpha.”
Growling, Grayson pumps his hips in Nix’s loose grip. “It could be five minutes ago, and it will always be too long.”
Fact. Nix shifts his hips forward so they hang a little more off the edge of the table, and rub the head of that gorgeous cock up between his cheeks; once, twice, and on the third time, until the head catches on his rim.
Grayson helps by flexing his hips, and then they are fitting together like two pieces of an age-old puzzle.
“Fuck, Angel. So hot…so wet,” Grayson whispers, giving a few shallow thrusts.
It lights him up like it always does and yet, each time it feels new. “Let me feel all of you, please.”
“Yes,” Grayson groans as he begins a steady rhythm. It’s not long before he’s frustrated by the shallow angle, so he pulls Nix up and off the table, palms holding Nix’s hips. His arms flex as he lifts Nix, letting gravity pull him down with every thrust.
Soon there are shooting sparks of light from the core of their bond all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes.
“D—don’t stop, fuck.” Arching his back, Nix plants his hands on the work surface for leverage; it forces his back into a seductive arch, and Grayson leans forward to lick and bite at Nix’s collarbone, leaving a deep pink mark.
Grayson’s magic slides away, too caught up in his physical sensations to keep the focus needed to use his power in such a fine-tuned manner.
It’s how Nix knows Grayson is already close.
His own release is barreling down on him, too.
Grasping his dick in his hand, he starts a frantic rhythm that takes him all the way to the edge.
His soulmate is a vision, glowing with exertion, a deep pink flush the same color as his mate’s full mouth, his glittering blue eyes filled to overflowing with desire.
“Come for me, Angel. Wanna feel you come on my cock,” he growls, and Nix wants to obey.
He squeezes his eyes closed as his orgasm takes him over the edge, lighting him up like fireworks from the inside.
Grayson falters, hips jerking as Nix’s orgasm clamps down around him—tight enough to draw a groan from his chest and a burst of pleasure through their bond so vivid, it nearly blacks Nix out.
He is still tingling from the aftershocks when Grayson growls in his ear, “So fucking gorgeous when you come.” He presses his growing knot up against Nix’s rim, and it’s the only warning he gets before Grayson is picking up his previous hard rhythm, now working toward his own release.
“Now you, please,” Nix begs, voice tight from the sparks still running up his spine. “Need your knot. Need it.”
Grayson groans, mouth still pressed against his ear and fingers still tangled in his hair. “So pretty, I love it when you beg for me. Makes Wolf think you’re all mine.”
“Yours, yours, yours,” Nix moans, before squeezing his legs together to pull Grayson’s knot in all the way as Grayson comes with a shout.
Grayson’s magic connects them through their soul like a wire pulled taut, and Nix comes again, creating a magic-induced feedback loop that crests twice more before Grayson can wrangle it back under control.
Muscles aching, Nix comes back to awareness with his head held in the palm of Grayson’s hand.
They’re still leaning up against the paint table, with Nix clutched to Grayson’s chest like the pressure could meld them into one being.
They are one, when they’re like this.
A cool, magical breeze flutters through the room, and several candles gutter out.
It’s not dark, though, as the full moon shines through the skylights, providing enough illumination that Nix can see a corner of Grayson’s newest painting over his soulmate’s shoulder.
The Art House and the main house have several of Grayson’s paintings on its walls, many of them of their family members, or Tsuki and the cats.
There’s even a memorable one of Rowan-wolf under a full moon. But the ones with just Nix always show parts of Grayson that he insists he keep for himself, or for Nix. He rarely hangs them, saying they are too personal, too much a piece of his soul made visual.
“Gray,” Nix whispers.
“Mmm?” Grayson says from his place in Nix’s throat. He is sucking what is sure to be a very large hickey, directly under his ear.
Nix gives him a small push to get him moving, and his deflating knot slides free with a mutual groan. Pleasure fades into that familiar ache of separation.
As Grayson had said, it always feels too long until the next time.
“Whoa,” Nix murmurs, gesturing to the easel. “Can I?”
Grayson smirks, and helps Nix down. He bends to retrieve the rose-colored couch-blanket and wrap it around his chest, so Nix can grasp the ends in front and hold it up to ward against the chill.
It’s not the first time Nix has come face-to-face with one of Grayson’s masterpieces after being well-loved. The walls of their home are covered in them, but this painting glows in the moonlight.
It’s Nix: bare-shouldered, the rose-colored blanket wrapped around him, a pink mark on his collarbone peeking out over the edge.
His toes are bare, and the beam of light from the skylight illuminates his pink cheeks and bright eyes.
It’s like looking into a mirror of this exact, precise moment in time.
“How did you…whoa,” he says a second time.
“I still don’t always know why or how that stuff works, yeah?
Do you like it?” Grayson is always wary when it comes to his slight precognition Talent.
He’s always worried the others will think it’s Mind Manipulation used to create the moment, rather than Divination to anticipate one.
That they could ever think he would manipulate them is ludicrous.
It’s a fear that hasn’t faded in all this time, despite copious reassurances.
The stain of Withers’s legacy and his earliest days at The Guild have lasted all this time.
“Did you know I was coming?”
Grayson snorts at the innuendo, but in the end he lets it slide. “Started it last week…so no. You know how all the…times and places collide sometimes? So it could have been you anywhere, anytime.” He pulls Nix in, wrapping his arms around him from behind, and presses his nose into Nix’s neck.
It’s uncanny. There’s a small scratch on the hand holding the blanket up that Nix got today from Doodle when he’d had to chase her from the garage, and a fading bruise on his jaw he’d gotten from Gideon in the gym yesterday before they’d made up (out) on the padded floor.
At first glance, an observer (as if this would ever see someone’s eyes outside of the Art House) might see only a gorgeous portrait, a slice of Nix’s everyday life.
But then he notices the sparkle in his eyes from being well-loved, that hickey, and a sheen of slick and cum on the inside of his bare thigh, peeking out from where the blanket is almost—not quite—closed.
“It’s magical, Gray.” He’s understating how beautiful it is, because he feels all the love and magic his soulmate has poured into the portrait reflected back to him, and all the love Grayson is pouring into their combined soul, right now and always.
“Of course it is; it’s you. Everything is magic when it comes to you.”