Chapter 41
Rami's POV
“Tell me what you want, my sweet Rami,” Adriel purrs as he runs his tongue along my hole.
“Fuck.” Is all I can manage, and even that is breathy and barely audible.
“Tell me, love. And I will give you anything you desire.” With a rigid tongue, he spears inside me and my body opens up for him like always. The tickle of his magic along my ass cheeks where he’s massaging the muscle has me burying my face in the motel covers.
His words run on a loop as he eats me out and I attempt to form a string of coherent words together. He has already given me everything I could have ever hoped for. And even things I never knew I wanted, or needed.
When he removes his tongue, he switches to his fingers. Lights burst behind my eyelids and my moans echo off the motel walls. Those two fingers scissor me open, making room for his fat cock to slide inside me and claim me once again.
As he feathers kisses and nibbles along my backside, my back arches and pushes his fingers deeper inside me.
My lustful noises would make any porn star proud as he plays my body like a well-known instrument.
I love how he just knows what I need. And yet is still precious enough to check in to make sure he never pushes me too far.
“Fuck,” I moan when he presses a third finger inside me. “Breed me, Adriel,” I demand, not able to take the teasing any longer. I need him to skewer me, spread me wide open. The ache from our previous romp has faded, and I need it replaced. I love feeling where he’s been after we’re done.
Adriel freezes, his fingers still buried deep inside me. His free hand wraps around my chest and sits us up until my back presses into his chest. I lean my head to the side as he runs his nose sweetly along my neck. The hand on my chest slowly slides down my front and settles over my flat stomach.
“If only that were possible,” he murmurs against my neck, eliciting goosebumps down my back.
“Now that would be a sight,” I tease, rocking harder down on his stagnant fingers.
“It would be a hot as fuck sight.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “When did your language become so crass?”
His fingers start to move again, stretching me open and pressing into my prostate, forcing another loud moan from my lips.
“Well, when my boyfriend has such a foul mouth and encourages me to read to catch up on modern language. However, when he only has me read porn and male pregnancy novels, what else am I supposed to think?”
He enunciates his point by pressing his fingers in harder.
“It’s called smut and mpreg, babe.”
“It sounds more like a cock tease since my magic can’t actually mpreg you.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to breed me?” I pout.
Adriel slides his fingers from my body and flips me around so I’m sprawled out in front of him on my back. “I never said that,” he growls, pressing his weight between my legs. Gripping the base of his cock, he presses into me in one quick thrust.
I throw my head back, pressing it harder into the pillows. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s right, my pretty bird.” His hips rock further away, giving him space to latch his arms under my knees, before he slams back inside me. “Sing beautifully for me.”
Adriel’s tempo is fast, desperate as he fills me to near bursting. Each thrust causes the air in my lungs to woosh out of me with guttural fucks and yesses.
Flesh against flesh slapping together, mixing with our pleasure until I’m clamping down hard on him and crying out my finish.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Adriel pants, not bothering to slow down until he throws his head back and cries out his own finish. Filling my body with his warmth. The image of me rounded with his child sending another spurt of cum to convulse from my tip.
Our shared panting is the only sound in the now-silent room. It takes both of us a few moments to compose ourselves enough.
“Did I hurt you?” Adriel asks, worry pinching his brows.
I shake my head, cupping his scruffy cheek. “Never, my love.” He leans in for a desperate kiss, something he still can’t seem to get enough of now that we can touch. Even though it’s been nearly a year. But I love that he can’t keep his hands off me.
“I love you,” he says, pressing one more kiss to my lips.
I grumble as he slides out of me, my hole clenching around nothing and making me feel empty.
He growls low in his chest. “And I love watching my cum spill from your swollen hole.” His eyes stare intently, using his finger to push it back inside me.
The act earns him another chuckle. “Such a romantic.”
My phone rings as I throw the last of our toiletries into the bag. I turn the screen to see Grandma Julia’s name flash across with a picture of her and Ludo cuddling while she knits him a small pouch to make carrying him around easier. I still can’t get over how cute the two of them are together.
“Hi, Grandma,” I answer, tossing my toiletry bag into my knapsack.
“Hi, sweetheart. How are my boys?” she asks sweetly.
Ludo circles around on the top of the hotel room’s duvet, recognizing her voice. “Ludo is doing great. Says he misses you.”
“Oh, I miss that little fuzzball too. But I was also talking about you and Adriel.”
“I know,” I tease, chuckling. “Adriel is taking a shower, and we’re about to check out and move on.”
“This town not the right fit?” she asks, knowing it’s been the same song and dance the past four months.
“Adriel said the aether here was weak or something.”
“It’s been neglected by too many humans living in one space,” he shouts from the shower, correcting me.
I can’t help but chuckle at him. His connection to the aether is apparently how he knew where to travel to and settle before he was cursed.
“Well, I’ll pray that you find the perfect place for you guys. Let me know when you settle, and I’ll sell this place to move closer.”
“Really?” I question, though I know she’s serious. We’ve already discussed this. Perhaps I’m still a little gun-shy about believing that people I love really do come through for me.
“Of course, my love. The cracks within this town are starting to magnify and I’m too old to have to explain myself. Deborah says she’ll probably join me too. Perhaps two old bitties can get a house together so neither of us are alone.”
I sort of feel bad for my grandmother. After she accepted me, the rest of the town began treating her unkindly. Telling her that she lost her way. Thankfully, her librarian friend always had her back. She’s become almost like a second grandmother.
“You’ll never be alone again, Grandma,” I promise. “Wherever we settle, I’ll make sure we find a place for the two of you too.”
I hear her throat clear, telling me she’s choking up on her emotions. Not that I can blame her. Look how far we’ve come. “I was actually calling because I was able to sign and finalize the last of the court documents. You’re officially a free man.”
Adriel is there in seconds, wrapping me in his wet arms. “Congrats, baby,” he coos.
“Thank you,” I mumble through the tears. “I couldn’t have done this without either of you.”
“Pish posh. You are stronger than you let on. But I appreciate you giving me a second chance to tag along with you on this journey.”
After a tear-filled goodbye, Adriel and I finish packing. He grabs our two knapsacks, throwing one over each shoulder. I scoop Ludo up and place him in his basket so he can be safe and comfortable in the car. The three of us climb into the car together.
I glance at Adriel, buckling into the passenger seat and smiling at the handsome man who has changed my life in unbelievable ways. “Where to?”
He closes his eyes, reaching out to Mother Earth for instructions—his words. When he opens them, he points. Throwing the car into drive, I follow his directions.
With Sabletown long ago in our rearview mirror, our future is looking brighter than either of us ever imagined.