Chapter 27 Vada #2
I stopped once her shadows started wrapping around my legs, halting me in place.
I was ravenous, and attempting to bring her green eyes back into focus, I fed on all of that anger and resentment.
I fed until I couldn’t anymore, and it brought her to her knees, breathing hard.
I hadn’t even touched her yet, and I knew that I could make her orgasm from fifteen feet away if I wanted to.
Part of me craved to punish her for losing control, but part of me wanted to see what played out if I just edged her within an inch of her life. She’d be putty in my hands.
Her shadows crawled up my legs, pulling them apart so I was standing wide-legged as she got to her feet and stalked her way toward me.
The shadows took liberty of rubbing my clit through my pants, and I panted, still focusing on taking energy from Adaela.
Her eyes started to turn back to their tri-green color when I pulled away and focused a very strong power of lust in her direction.
She arched her back, moaning as I cried out in tandem at the brutal pace her shadows were rubbing against me.
“Truce?” I asked, panting.
“Never,” she replied with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She slowly stalked toward me as I was on the brink of coming.
“Sweet girl, I’m so fucking close. You better tell me what you need from me,” I said through gasps and gritted teeth.
“I need to fight, then fuck. Can you do that for me, baby?” she asked as she reached me, grabbing and pinching my pierced nipple hard. I struggled to get air to my lungs at the intense pleasure-pain.
“Whatever you need of me. I’m yours,” I responded. “Can I please come?”
I was at the start of an explosive orgasm when her shadows all at once left my body, and I was left bereft.
I was so used to being on the other end of edging that I hadn’t realized what a ruined orgasm felt like, and I wanted to scream at the loss of intense pleasure.
Adaela smirked, grabbing the back of my neck to pull me down for a kiss.
I kissed her like she was my lifeline. She pulled back and pointed toward a sparring mat on the other side of the cave.
“Fight, then fuck. I’ll make you a wager, though.” As she came back to me, her face held a wicked gleam. “If you can pin me down more than once, I’ll let you top. If not, I’m topping today, and I won’t fucking hold back. Deal?” she asked.
I pulled my top off, then shucked my leathers as well, leaving me in only a sports bra and briefs. “Deal, sweet girl. And when I’m done wiping the floor with you, I’ll take you back to the springs I can hear in the distance and take care of you, if you’ll allow me.”
“I like the sound of that.” She walked toward the mat, getting ready for the match. “What are your terms?”
“Hand-to-hand only. Magic is allowed, but no weapons. No serious harm or injury. We have obligations outside of this cave to get back to,” I said.
“Sounds good.” When I stepped onto the mat, she immediately tried to swipe my feet out from under me, and I jumped just in time to miss it. I landed down on one knee, my head rising with malice in my eyes.
“So, it’s gonna be like that, then?” I flipped backwards from my squatted position, lifting me back up to my feet before she could pin me, then rushed her, attempting to tackle her from her middle just above her stoma. She stepped out of the way, making me stumble a bit.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that. Okay, two dirty moves out of the way. Let’s see what you’ve got, baby,” Adaela said.
We both stood in similar positions, one leg in front of the other, stabilizing our bodies as we held our fists near our faces for protection.
We sized one another up, trying to find a way in, or a tell that would help one of us strike first. If I dropped my left arm just a bit, Adaela would take the bait, so I did, and she struck.
Before I could counter, pain lanced across my jaw and knocked my head back a bit.
I dug in with my right leg to keep myself upright, and as she moved to get back into position, I pulled one of the new moves I’d learned from the Demon Faction.
I took one step in on her right side, wrapping my arm around her waist and kicking my foot hard into her foot, causing her to go off-balance and fly up into the air, landing hard on the mat.
Kissing her quickly, I helped her up and we started all over again.
It took a couple of hours of sparring to finally bring my Adaela back to me.
We were about equal in pins, but we also both learned a lot about our fighting styles, and learned new moves and variations between the two of us.
I told her that we would need to continue sparring with each other to get us to a point where we could find a rhythm with one another for what was to come, and she agreed.
We cleaned down the mats and put the room back in order before we decided to head back to Adaela’s place instead of the bathhouse here.
We were both breathing hard and sweating our asses off.
And while fighting and fucking were both great ways to get out aggression, both of us knew that we needed something different for our first time together in real life after making sure that Adaela healed.
We were on the south side of the city, and Adaela lived about fifteen minutes north of where we were.
I lived closer, but my place was smaller, and we both agreed that Adaela’s shower was superior.
Poe had left Adaela’s car at her place, so we took a rideshare back.
She waved at a couple of neighbors I didn’t recognize and walked into her house.
It smelled just like her. This was what is was like to be home.
I kept that thought to myself. I wasn’t sure she was ready to hear that anywhere she was felt like home.
I was head over heels in love with this woman, and that thought stopped me in my tracks.
When had I fallen for her? It must have been over the weeks of her recovery, getting to know her thoughts and dreams. Her quirky personality mixed with her excitement over things she was passionate about, like politics and smut.
I loved how she always wanted to share what she learned with others, and that she had the patience to teach others about complex topics.
She made everything seem accessible. She made her heart accessible the more we were around each other.
I had a niggling feeling that my love was reciprocated, but she wasn’t ready to announce it yet.
We slowly took each other’s clothes off, laughing at how the drying sweat made our bras basically impossible to get off.
Adaela’s bra got stuck in her hair for a moment, and I was laughing so hard at her hands straight up in the air, tangled in up her bra, that it took me a solid couple minutes to get it off her without ripping her hair out.
I had no fucking idea how we got her that stuck, but by the time we were both naked, the water had been steaming up the shower.
She motioned to step in before her, so I did, and she smacked my ass hard.
I almost slipped on the tiles, grabbing her neck to hold myself steady since she wasn’t in the stall yet.
“What’re we going to do with you, wild girl?” Adaela said, laughing as we both finally stumbled our way under the water.
“Love me?” I said, and went still under the showerhead, closing my eyes. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I was just chastising myself about waiting until she was ready before I said anything.
She closed in, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her breasts came just below mine, and she laid her head atop mine, not saying anything, just holding me.
When I finally got the courage to open my eyes to look down at her, she had a shit-eating grin on her face, and I relaxed under the scalding hot water, “Listen, Adaela—”
Her eyes shined with genuine joy and exasperation, “I love you, Vada. I love everything about you. I love your stoic determinism and your desire to make sure that everyone around you has what they need. I love that you’re fiercely loyal and that you don’t think I know about your obsession with war strategy.
I love that you are comfortable enough to learn who you are outside of the constraints placed on you.
I love that you set clear and firm boundaries you won’t let anyone cross, including me.
I love you, and I didn’t want to say anything to you until after we got through all of this, because I didn’t want to jinx our odds of getting to see where this goes for the rest of our lives.
” The tears tracking down my face were warm, a goofy grin on my face, and I bent down to kiss her again.
“You’re it for me, baby, and it took me some time to come to that realization.
I’ve let fear and regret haunt my steps for so long that I hadn’t even realized I was holding myself back.
Fate did good by me. I never thought I would find you, and then I never believed that we would ever get this far.
I figured it was some sort of cosmic joke, and for that, I cannot apologize enough.
I’ve never trusted anyone as implicitly as I do you, and I want you for the rest of our lives, if you’ll have me,” she whispered, barely able to be heard over the water, while she reached up to wipe both tears from my face and the water streaming over both of us.
“I love you, too, sweet girl. I will continue showing up for you every single day that you allow me to. I will never do anything to keep that shiny personality from faltering. You are mine, and I take care of what’s mine.
I will fight to the ends of the earth if I must to keep you by my side,” I said, smiling, but desperate to feel her against me for real.
We spent the rest of the shower kissing fervently, while slowly taking care of one another. When we got out of the shower, we dried each other off and went in search of food before anything else.
I sat in Adaela’s kitchen as we ordered takeout.
It had been a long while since we were back in St. Louis, and Poe had done Adaela a favor by cleaning out her fridge while we were away.
We decided on burgers and fries, since it was quick and easy.
We ate at the counter and worked out our next moves.
We would need to head back to Underhill.
Adaela needed to make herself known in the Autumn Court, and I needed to establish my place by her side.
The Fae were nothing if not traditional in a lot of ways.
It wasn’t that our orientation would be the problem.
We lived long lives, and while that didn’t always mean one’s sexuality was fluid over time, it was normal to witness differing lifestyles. The problem was that I wasn’t Fae.
I knew that we wouldn’t spend a lot of time in Underhill.
However, until either a successor was named in her place that was strong enough to feed magic into Underhill, or unless we could strike up an allyship between all beings of Underhill and the Pax, there was no telling what the future held there.
We would likely spend our time in both places until we could find a permanent solution.
We laid back on the couch, enjoying what could be our last night of freedom before things really started ramping up.
I let Adaela read one of her books to me—this time a why choose involving four human men and a human woman.
She told me this series was one of her Roman Empires, then had to explain what a Roman Empire was.
I chuckled. The book was dark, gritty, and kinky as fuck.
I wondered if these types of relationships existed between humans on Earth, then remembered that some of the kinkiest people at the orgies in Hell were Human.
“Are you trying to tell me something about what you’re into with these sex scenes, sweet girl?” I asked her after a particularly kinky scene involving public play, toys, a St. Andrew’s Cross, and fisting.
She went beet red, and I laughed. “I mean, I’m not saying I’m not into it, but that’s not why I love this series.”
“Please do continue then. I’m loving all the ideas I’m getting from this. I may have to reread this series once you’re finished with it,” I replied.
She chuckled, and I remembered back to when I first heard that sound at the club on my first night here.
I was happy to hear it. We spent the rest of the night reading, laughing, and loving one another until the sun peeked over the horizon.
I’d made note of the parts of the series that made her squirm, promising myself I’d try them with her when we found safety.