Chapter Twenty-Seven
I don’t move from the position that Blake left me in. Part of it is because I’m transfixed on my fae mate, stalking towards me like I’m his prey. The other part, if I’m being totally honest, is that I’m so tired.
Lucian lowers himself to his knees where Blake was just moments ago.
He runs the palm of his wide hand from my navel up my body, going under my top and between my breasts. He pulls his hand back down, following along the same path, only going lower than my navel this time.
His fingers drift through my folds, rubbing around my clit before diving into my depths. I arch up in response.
“Blake taught me that it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission.” He begins to pump his fingers into my wetness and I feel the pressure building.
“While I would normally disagree with this reasoning, I need this.” His eyes meet mine for a brief moment before he bends his mouth down to my thigh.
He licks upwards and begins to pump his fingers faster. When he curls them just right, I burst apart at the seams, screaming out his name. He takes the opportunity of my distraction, and bites my thigh.
Hard.
Like if I weren’t mid-orgasm, I probably would have slapped him.
Sensing my irritation he pulls away from me quickly, and when I sit up, I see actual fucking teeth marks.
My mouth falls open.
“What the–”
Lucian cuts me off with a pleading look and a tongue swiping across his delectable lips.
“I suppress most of my imp urges. But this,” he leans forward and brushes his finger across the bloody teeth imprints. “I can’t explain. I needed this. I would be lying if I didn’t warn you that it may happen again.”
“You know,” I say, tracing my finger around the slowly healing imprint. “As far as kinks go, I can be okay with this. As long as you don’t bite somewhere too sensitive.”
He chuckles, and when he brushes his fingers across the mark again, my stomach flutters.
I’m hungry.
Don’t get me wrong, I need food. I could go for like ten fat fluffy pancakes, but I’m hungry for my mate.
I launch myself at him, pushing him backwards onto the ground. I lean forward and lick my way up his neck, letting his cock brush against my pussy, before sinking down onto him. He groans, and the sound spurs me on.
I’m riding him so fucking fast and hard, I think Blake’s motorcycle would be jealous. The cacophony of wet slapping skin and deep moans fills the air. He reaches a hand between us and rubs his thumb across my clit, making me scream and scratch my nails down his chest as my walls constrict almost painfully tight around his thick cock.
Lucian slams upward into me, riding my orgasm straight into his own. His come fills me like a damn bursting open. It sends me straight into another orgasm.
As we drift down, I hear– clapping?
I turn my head and sure enough, Blake is giving us a fucking round of applause.
“That was fucking hot, guys. I lost the little prawns I found because I was enjoying the show.”
I can’t help it. I throw my head back and laugh.
“So you just watched us?”
I see the gleam in his eyes. That twinkle of mischief.
“Oh I did more than watch, little nymph.”
My mouth falls open. “Why wouldn’t you just join in?”
He blushes a little and shrugs one shoulder. “It was hot to watch.” He sobers up a little, putting on a fake serious face. “Besides, I was trying to catch dinner. It’s your fault I got so distracted.”
I laugh as Blake turns and makes his way further down the creek, sashaying his ass as he goes.
Blake managed to catch about thirteen of those odd little shrimp things, and made a delicious soup. I unashamedly had three bowls of it before succumbing to a food coma. My belly had never felt so damn happy before.
What I wouldn’t give to be laying by that cozy fireplace still.
Instead we left early this morning and have now almost made it to the merfolk village.
Just in time for lunch.
I’m not sure why time is suddenly being measured in meals for me, but I have just been so damn hungry.
Stepping into the merfolk village for the first time since the Creatori attack, I brace myself to see a lot of different things. What actually greets us as we walk up the path between the houses is a little shocking.
Flowers blooming, homes either completely repaired or close to completion, people smiling at us, and children– not nearly as many as before– but a handful of children splash and play on the shore.
It almost looks as if nothing happened here at all.
Everything that was destroyed was just a terrible dream.
But I see it.
The scars.
As we near Cordelia’s house, I find myself avoiding the spot on the path where I once wept for a child that wasn’t mine.
I will carry that pain with me always. But I promised my mates that I would start looking forward again.
I got my vengeance.
And their retribution.
I defeated the beast, and saved the lives of so many.
Even though my heart still aches painfully at those we’ve lost.
The merfolk smile at us as we pass by. Welcoming us home.
Home .
The idea of it feels as glorious as it does terrifying.
I’ve come so far and grown so much. Not just in my magicks, but as a person.
As a woman.
As a fighter.
And… as a mate.
I am Forsythia Grimshaw. Daughter of Elswyth Grimshaw and Orobas Blackwell. Halfbreed witch and demon.
I have two mates that I equally adore and want to punch regularly.
I am a passionate warrior and fierce lover.
I am the Noctifer Witch… and I am finally home.