Chapter 24 - Grace
“You’re mine now.”
Dan’s words ring through me, touching me from within. My muscles tense all over, the deepest ones clenching so hard around his cock, the pressure is almost pain.
He gasps, trembling against me as if he can barely hold himself up. I grip the back of the couch and rock back and forth a little, held by the weight of his body. As his hard cock slides against the hot, throbbing ache inside me, I moan in frustration, trying to thrust harder.
Dan straightens up, his hands wrapping around my waist. I lean forward, burying my face in the back of the couch as I offer myself to him.
I feel him lean back as his hands tighten on my hips, moving me in short, hard strokes and rocking gently against the rhythm. His cock gets harder on every stroke, and he quickens his pace, his breath following the same pattern.
As the strokes become long, deep, and hard, I feel the pleasure colliding in a massive wave, a spasm deep inside that reaches my clit and races like fire to my nipples.
As the orgasm rages through my body, I can hear my own moans stretching out into screams as I grip the back of the couch, feeling Dan’s hard cock inside me as if he is the only thing that’s actually real in my entire world.
As the spasms subside, I lean heavily on the couch, my breath heaving in and out as little whimpers slip through my lips.
Dan rocks back and forth a little, and I gasp, trembling as the waves of pleasure tingle through me again.
He strokes my hips and my back, then slowly pulls out of me, turning me over.
I collapse onto my back, sinking into the soft cushions. Dan teases my thighs with his fingertips, and I murmur with pleasure, lost on waves of bliss.
Suddenly, he clamps his lips around my slippery clit and sucks on it as hard as he can. A shriek tears out of my mouth, making my ears ring and my throat rough. I twist and buck under him, but he just pins me down and keeps sucking, his tongue lapping at my clit in between pressure from his lips.
Another orgasm rips through me, shocking through my whole body and making my skin sizzle. Even though I’m overstimulated, Dan keeps attacking my clit with his lips and tongue until my screams die down and I lay under him, trembling and gasping.
Slowly, he traces a line from my clit to my pussy, using the tip of his tongue to part the slick lips down to my throbbing slit. With long, slow strokes of his tongue, he laps up the juices from my orgasm, taking his time over every fold and crevice.
My body relaxes under him, the high, singing pleasure settling down to a low hum as he takes his time exploring every inch of me with his lips and tongue.
He leans back a little, groaning softly as if he’s satisfied that he’s cleaned every inch of me with his tongue, then teases my entrance with his fingers as he laps gently above them with the tip of his tongue.
Pleasure streaks through me again, a new wave of throbbing heat pounding in my pussy, clit, and nipples.
Growling, Dan slides his fingers inside and wraps his lips around my clit.
He sucks on it gently, using short, slow laps from his tongue in between.
My body shudders with waves of pleasure, and Dan adjusts his rhythm to match, using his fingers and tongue in differing patterns of pressure.
The next orgasm takes me by surprise, exploding somewhere in my core, spreading waves of tingling pleasure across my skin, and intensifying the throbbing ache deep inside.
Dan sits up and grabs my legs under my thighs, tugging me to the edge of the couch as he gets onto his knees. I let him move me, my body loose and compliant after the bombardment of orgasms. He looks up at me as he strokes my hips, shaking his head a little.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
Even if I were capable of words, I wouldn’t know what to say, so I just shake my head, my vision wavering as if my eyes are filling with tears.
Dan grabs my leg, lifting it up to his hip as he hooks my other knee. I watch him lower his head to take in the view for a moment before he slowly slides his cock into me.
The slow, steady pressure of his cock piercing my hot, wet pussy is too much for me, and I moan uncontrollably, writhing back and forth as I put my hands over my face.
Dan keeps his hands clamped on my knees, shoving his hips forward until his cock grinds against the deepest part of me, aching like a bruise and begging to be pounded.
Dan pulls me towards him, rocking his body forward to swing us gently back and forth, his cock sheathed inside me. I reach out to either side, grabbing the couch cushions and staring up at Dan. When my eyes catch his deep, dark blue ones, he smiles, and I smile back, warmth tingling in my chest.
His face changes, tensing up as he lowers his gaze to where our bodies are joined. His grip on my knees becomes painful as he holds me still, shoving forward in short, fast strokes.
Growling, he leans forward, grabbing my hips and forcing my thighs up as he shoves himself deeper inside. My pussy grips him so hard, my body writhes, completely wrapped around him as he starts to thrust in long, hard strokes.
My chest heaves with every breath, whimpers falling from my lips as pleasure rages through my entire body.
It dances on my skin, vibrates through my bones.
Orgasms explode through my core, deep inside my pussy, and pulsing through my clit.
Through it all, I feel Dan getting thicker and harder inside me, a great cry ripping from his throat as his cock swells to the point of pain for both of us, then explodes in a massive release.
Dan collapses against me, and I put my arms around him, almost sobbing from the intensity.
Our breathing slows, and our hearts dance to a less erratic rhythm, tingles of pleasure across our skins cooling into beads of sweat.
When Dan finally moves, my body aches all over, inside and out, and when he wraps us in the blanket and cuddles me against his chest, all the tension immediately pours out of me.
Safe. So safe.
The darkness of sleep takes me, a slowly rising tide that I give myself up to. Dan’s body feels incredibly hot against mine, and I wrap my arms around him, my heart still broken from the terrible story he told me before.
No wonder he was so afraid of my magic. Not just the incident itself, but the years of tracking magic workers and apprehending them. I finally understand now.
Even though sleep comes easily, my dreams dance with fire and danger, and I’m shocked out of a sound sleep just as dawn lightens the windows.
“What is it?” Dan mutters.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “Something’s wrong, I can feel it.”
“I don’t want to get up,” he replies, snuggling his head into my shoulder. “I want to stay here forever.”
“You and me both. If it’s just pack duty, I think we could take the day off, but if it’s not…”
Dan looks up at me, his eyes full of worry. “You think it’s bigger than that?”
I want to say no and make any excuse that will leave us right here, wrapped up in each other for the rest of the day, but anxiety is rising deep in my gut. I can feel heat on the horizon, and somewhere deep in my mind, I hear Kyra calling.
“We have to get up,” I mutter. “Sorry.”
“Damn,” Dan says, trying to rise. “After everything being quiet for so long, why do things have to pick today of all days to go critical?”
I chuckle as I get up, looking around for my phone. “That’s how it always goes.”
I finally find my phone on the floor, and Dan gets his from the table at the same time. Both of us mutter “oh, fuck” at exactly the same time.
“The rock is hot,” I say with shock.
“Ah… yeah. I actually saw a glow from that area last night. I probably should have checked in then, but I got a little distracted.”
“So did I,” I laugh. As I go down the list of texts, my laughter fades. “Shit,” I mutter.
“Yeah,” Dan agrees. “Have you got the messages about the Eccles first families disappearing?”
“Yes,” I snap, getting up. “Those bastards. What have they done?”
“We'd better get over there and find out,” Dan says, getting up as well. “The witches are on their way, right?”
For a horrible moment, I feel like he can see right into my head, and I freak out that he knows all my secrets.
After the sex last night, I wouldn’t be surprised.
“Alisha and Sara,” he says. “And Scarlett, I think? Is she a witch?”
“Technically, no,” I answer, relieved that he isn’t directly reading my mind. “But she has some kind of power the snake likes. We know that much.”
“Okay. Well, we'd better get over there.”
“Yes,” I say, watching him leave the room to find some clothes.
I can’t walk right into an incursion—what about my baby?
A clanging accompanied by flashing white light suddenly rings in my head.
Jesus, Kyra, what the fuck?
You weren’t answering. I had to make you hear me.
What?
The snake. The rock. It’s happening now.
I know.
So, get over there!
I sigh, holding Kyra’s presence away from me. It was a skill I didn’t have before I joined with Dan.
Something about our mates changes the power inside us.
Grace! Kyra’s psychic presence shouts at me.
Yes! I holler back.
Get over there now. We’re mobilizing.
I’m on my way.
I let the connection lapse, and Dan comes back into the room, fully dressed and looking at me with concern.
“What’s going on? Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah,” I answer. “I’m fine.”
I stand in front of him, frozen in place.
I can’t just charge into battle with this many secrets in my heart. He doesn’t know about the coven, and he doesn’t know about—
Grace! Kyra screams again.
“I’m coming,” I say to both Dan and Kyra. “Walking out the door right now.”
I shove my fear and doubt aside as I hurry to get dressed, feeling my destiny being wrestled completely out of my hands and having no choice but to trust that everything will unfold exactly as it’s supposed to.