Chapter 25
Felix
Giro and I had the best day making my ingredients ready for my potions.
I was even pleasantly surprised how well he knew his stuff.
I’d stupidly thought I would have to teach him what to do, but it was like second nature to him.
And to my biggest surprise, he told me potions was his thing, just like it was mine.
It seemed we were more similar than either of us thought.
Peter had brought out lunch, some sandwiches and lemonade we could enjoy on the blanket.
He didn’t stay long, just placed the food platters and left us to work in peace.
It was really nice. Being with Giro was like being alone in a sense.
I didn’t feel like I had to entertain him or force myself to keep the conversation going.
We just worked and chatted comfortably as the hours passed by.
When Dina came by with a midafternoon snack, we learned that Peter and Sev were spending time together, too.
Time they very much needed, I figured. Like Giro and myself, they needed to talk about what had happened these last two weeks.
They’d gone from being single vampires, to both bonding with witches.
Something I was pretty sure neither of them had predicted would happen.
Dina had given us some freshly picked roses, too, which we were finishing up now.
With roses it was pretty easy, we just needed to remove the petals and the thorns.
Each had their own power in potions, petals being used to heal or affect the potion in a friendly way, like a calming potion or an anti-depressant.
Thorns were for harder ailments, like if you’d sprained your back, the crushed thorns added to a potion would help heal that quickly.
I’d also used it to treat nightmares, allowing the thorns way of erasing bad stuff to help my customers sleep better.
Claire had been my test subject, since she had a few rough nights after we’d watched a horror movie.
The potion had worked wonders, and after seeing another horror movie to test it again, we were sure it worked.
I’d sold plenty of them already, mostly to parents with children suffering from night terrors.
My mail inbox had so many pleading parents begging me to restock so they could order, and that was why I’d asked Dina to help grab us some roses, too.
Basil stems and crushed rose thorns were the main ingredients in my cleverly named Potion of Sweet Dreams.
“Done!” Giro declared, falling to his back with a sigh of relief. “My back is killing me for doing this, but man, did I miss working.”
I chuckled. “I missed it, too. It’s rewarding getting to use our magic like this. Now we just need to make them.”
“That’s the fun part,” Giro agreed. “I love seeing the ingredients come together. It’s therapeutic in a way.”
“I couldn’t agree more. Did you sell yours?”
He shook his head. “All potions went to the coven. I was given a list of what to make each week and then it would get picked up and handed out to those who’d ordered it.”
I frowned, not really knowing what to say to that.
The part I loved the most about potion making was the creative freedom it offered.
I would get these wild ideas while going about my day that I’d be itching to get back to my potions to test out.
That was how I’d created the potion I used for enhancing my scent.
I saw a guy wearing a shirt with a shark on it, and instantly I thought about the whole one drop of blood thing in the ocean and then I thought ‘what if I added one drop of my own blood to a potion?’ and that was what had started it.
It hadn’t been easy creating the potion, it had taken a few tries and with the help of a local werewolf, for scenting purposes, I finally got it perfect.
He’d ordered a few for his fated, stating if his fated’s scent was enhanced, he would be in heaven.
“We should head back inside,” Giro said when I didn’t reply. I knew he didn’t like talking about his coven, and since he was branded, he couldn’t leave it behind either. He would be a part of the coven until the day he died. No matter how much he wished otherwise.
Grabbing the readied ingredients, I nodded.
We went inside together, each carrying everything between us but leaving behind the blanket and discarded leaves and stems. Once we had the ingredients put away in the room I had declared the potion room, I would return to clean up the rest. I told Giro I would deal with it myself, knowing he was itching to find Peter.
Hell, I was missing Sev like crazy, too.
But I wouldn’t let others clean up after my mess, so with the things in their new place, I closed the potion room door behind me, and went outside.
Sev was on all fours, picking up the rose stems and placing them in a bag for our compost. I smiled at the visual. How could he keep surprising me? I knew he’d heard me approach, but I greeted him anyway. “Hey, sexy.”
He turned his head to offer me a flirty grin. Damn he looked good with his ass presented to me like that. I hoped he would let me fuck him sometime, too. But I would be okay if he didn’t. I had no idea what he preferred yet, something I was looking forward to finding out.
Stalking closer to where he was still crawling around on all fours, I tackled him, rolling us on the blanket with him underneath me. My lips crashed down on his, my groin pressing down, meeting his hardening cock. I grinded against him, moaning at the delicious friction.
“My Felix,” he murmured, kissing down my neck as I continued to move my hips, dry humping him on the blanket, not caring that anyone could walk past and see us.
“My Sev,” I replied, offering my neck to him. He’d fed from me once every day since we bonded, and I wasn’t about to stop us from doing it. It felt amazing for both of us, and I only had the dizzy feeling for a few minutes after.
I rested on one of my forearms as I snaked my other hand down to open his pants.
I just needed to touch him, needed to feel his desire for me.
Reaching inside his boxers, I grabbed his length and stroked it, making him groan and lean his head back, my neck forgotten for now.
I let myself drink him in, his closed eyes, his expression full of pleasure and desire as I worked him over.
I’d begged him yesterday to fuck me, but we’d gotten too carried away and it ended with him biting me and then we’d fallen asleep before getting to the fucking part.
Which was really the reason it hadn’t happened yet. We were too needy to wait.
When the truck arrived today, which could be any minute now, I hoped they had my special potion with them.
A potion I’d made entirely for anal sex.
It was a healing oil that I added a bit of numbing quality to, not so much it would take away the pleasure, but enough for prep to be over more quickly.
I had so many loyal customers who’d praised it.
And even some witches who’d begged for the recipe.
Like I’d ever willingly tell them. Not after the early days of testing it myself and getting so numb I couldn’t even feel myself sitting down.
But those days were like a distant memory now, and with the potion working perfectly, I couldn’t wait for it to arrive here.
I just prayed to the sex gods that they stayed intact during the drive here.
Sev groaned, his hand tugging at my hair, pulling me in for a brutal kiss.
I was panting against his mouth, my need for him too much to contain.
His lips met mine again, hard and claiming.
Still stroking his cock, I began to tremble, my one arm holding me up struggling with the weight.
He rolled us, his open pants falling a bit lower as he rubbed against me.
I grabbed his cock again, determined to bring him release.
As soon as I stroked him, he bit into my neck.
I grunted, then moaned as the pain turned to pleasure.
My now limp hand around his cock was useless, but he still came, his cum covering my hand and shirt.
I didn’t care. I loved being marked by him.
His claiming mark would remain there forever, for all to see I was claimed.
But he still loved to bite over the mark, reclaiming me over and over.
He sucked harder, my skin tender around his teeth, and I came, untouched, soiling my underwear.
My vision was hazy as I came back to my senses.
I was tucked into Sev’s side and he panted beside me.
It had to be close to dinner time, which meant someone would soon come out to collect us.
I raised my head enough to see Sev’s groin and was pleased his cock was tucked away.
I didn’t care for others seeing him naked.
That was all for me and me alone, thank you very much.
I’d just rested my head back on the blanket, when Peter showed up, his grin huge and mischievous.
I groaned. “So,” he began, sounding way too pleased with himself.
“A little birdie told me you two were in a scandalized position, in the open garden of all places. I could not believe my ears, so I had to come and see for myself.”
“Go away,” Sev muttered, holding me closer to him.
Peter laughed. “No way, brother dearest. My poor bonded saw way more than he had agreed to, and he just wanted to be helpful with the cleanup.”
“Considering you two bonded during our breakfast,” I reminded him. “You really shouldn’t point fingers.”
Peter waved it off. “That was true love coming together, a phenomenon no one could stop from happening.”
I scoffed. “Right. I heard rumors Giro had blueberry syrup in his hair after. Must’ve been some huge phenomenon, then.”
Peter’s grin turned almost predatory. “Oh, I can assure you, it was huge.”
Sev gasped with mortification. “Peter!”
Peter cackled with glee and turned back to the castle, calling over his shoulder, “Dinner in ten!”
We both groaned. It seemed like dinner talk wouldn’t be pleasant for us this evening.
The moving van came while we ate dinner, much to my pleasure as it meant we got a good reason for cutting dinner talk short. There had been lots of teasing, even from Claire and my sister, who’d, allegedly, heard us, too.
Sev guided the two movers on where to place the boxes, while he and Peter helped them.
I watched with Giro by my side, appreciating how edible Sev looked with his sleeves rolled up, carrying the heavier things.
Giro seemed pleased to supervise, too. Making sure Peter was lifting with his legs.
Peter enjoyed it, too. Squatting lower than I thought he could, his ass on full display as his tight grey jeans hugged him perfectly.
“That was the last box,” one of the werewolf movers announced, smiling kindly as he closed the van doors. I had no idea if Sev had hired them because they were werewolves, or if it was a mere coincidence. But as long as my stuff came unharmed, I didn’t care much what species delivered them.
Peter came back out with Sev and the other mover, handing him a business card. “We need to empty a house, too, if you are up for the job?”
The werewolf took it with a grin. “Always happy to get more work. Just let me know when.”
“Will do,” Peter smiled, slapping the man gently on his back.
And then they drove off, leaving me bouncing on my toes with excitement. Giro, too, if the grin he gave me meant anything.
“Let’s go,” I cheered, grabbing Giro’s hand in mine and leaving our vampires behind. We laughed together as we raced up the stairs, both eager to see if everything arrived okay.