Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
By the time the sun is ready to set and Calida is whining for food, Betsy and Flint have led me through a few different exercises — moving rocks, calling a breeze.They had me practice with water, calling a trickle from a stream hidden in the trees.
I may have panicked a little, but Flint was there in an instant, absorbing the abundance of power I had called.
“You’re allowed to make mistakes,” he’d murmured, holding my hand a moment longer than was strictly necessary. “That’s the only way to learn.”
I’d swallowed hard, staring at my hands. These weapons of mass destruction (haha!). “Feels like my limit needs to be ‘don’t touch anything ever’.”
He’d laughed and given me a friendly squeeze. “Not even close. Your limits are infinite. You’ll be fine.”
That night, he takes me to the rooftop of the apartment. The stars are clear and bright, the air pleasant and scented with all the flowers from the day. It’s peaceful.
“I want you to think about how you feel, right this moment.” He’s standing just behind me, his voice warm against my ear.
I glance over my shoulder. “How do you know what I’m feeling in this moment isn’t going to be dangerous for both of us? What if I… I don’t know… blow up the entire block?”
“Do you plan on blowing up the block?”
“Well, no. But you also said it isn’t about control so… what?”
“Magick is a lot about intent. As long as you don’t intend to blow everyone up, we should be fine.”
I genuinely can’t tell if he’s teasing me or not.
“How are you feeling right now? In this moment. Don’t think about it.”
I pause to mull it over. The last twenty-four hours have been a whirlwind, and I haven’t had a moment’s peace to stop and think or sort out the array of feelings.
I’m Fae. I have magick. I have power. I almost possibly, probably, set the park on fire today.
Betsy is Fae. Betsy could sense it in me all this time.
It’s a fucking lot, okay?
“You’re overthinking it.” he chides.
“I mean other than the shitstorm of emotions from today? I suppose, at the center of it, I’m… content?”
Flint smiles. Why does it make my insides gooey?
“Perfect. Focus on that and let’s see what happens.”
I’m doubtful, but game. He’ll stop me before anything spirals out of control, right?
I feel the quiet hum of what I’m starting to recognize as power in my fingertips. I don’t know why, but I bring them up, holding them in front of my body.
I hear Flint’s sigh of satisfaction and open my eyes.
My hands are glowing, a shimmering silver light between them.
“Holy shit!” I exclaim in wonder.
Flint smiles again. “Beautiful,” he whispers. But his eyes are fixed on me, not the light.
The glow from my hands casts an ethereal light on his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the deep color of his eyes. I feel a pull, irresistible, toward him. Like I do every time. The power within me seems to resonate with the desire that shimmers between us.
He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t need to.
He just closes the distance, his hands reaching out for me.
The moment our fingers touch, the glow, still shimmering, intensifies, expands, until it is wrapped around us like a cocoon of light.
I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of mine.
His lips find mine in a soft, exploratory kiss, deepening with each passing second. I melt into him, my body pressed against his as the power between us surges. The world around us fades, leaving only the two of us, lost in a dance of desire and magick.
Flint’s hands roam my body, tracing every curve and dip with a reverence that makes me ache with need.
I can feel the power pulsing through my veins, fueling my every movement, every touch.
I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until we’re both breathless.
I might tug a little harder than necessary, making him growl against my mouth.
He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the edge of the rooftop.
The lights of the city twinkle below us, but all I can really see is him, his eyes dark with passion and something more — something deeper and more profound.
He sets me gently on the edge, his body hard against mine, his lips tracing a path down my neck.
His teeth nip at my skin, causing small electric shocks through my body.
I arch into him, the power inside me responding to his touch, sparking to life with every brush, every caress.
The glow around us pulses in time to our heartbeat, a visual representation of the connection between us.
I drop my legs to the rough surface of the rooftop, allowing Flint’s hands to find the hem of my dress. He slowly trails kisses down my stomach. I shiver with the anticipation building with each touch, each kiss When his fingers finally find the edge of my underwear, I gasp.
He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire. “Let me see you.” He whispers. The gravel in his voice almost unravels me. It’s heady, hearing the want, the desire in his voice and knowing it’s for me. That I, little old Casie, can bring him to his knees.
I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as he slowly peels away the fabric, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
The glow around us intensifies, casting our bodies in silver light as Flint’s eyes roam over me, drinking in every inch of exposed skin.
His fingers find their way between my thighs, his touch gentle and firm, coaxing a moan from deep within me.
I buck against his hand and I can feel my power throb.
He slips a finger inside me, his thumb circling my clit in a slow, torturous motion.
I cry out, my back arching as waves of pleasure roll through my body.
His lips find mine once more, swallowing my moans as he drives me higher and higher.
I can feel the power and the orgasm building within me, threatening to erupt.
The power and light pulse in time with my erratic heartbeat, as Flint’s fingers move inside me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, boosting my ass onto the ledge, needing more.
He complies, pressing himself against the heat between my legs.
I can feel his thick, hard cock straining through his pants.
He pinches my clit between his finger and thumb while growling “good girl” in my ear, and I come completely undone. The light I’ve created erupts into a starburst, scattering like diamonds to fall across the sky and all around us.
Before I have a chance to catch my breath – or even marvel at my awesomeness – Flint has somehow disappeared his pants and is laying me on a cushion of air, protecting the skin of my back from the harsh surface.
I can feel the head of his cock pressing against me, the promise of pleasure making me ache with need.
In one single, fluid motion, he thrusts into me, stretching me. Filling me completely.
I cry out at the immense invasion of his body filling mine, the sensation overwhelming.
The power within me surges again. Flint moves against me and I meet him thrust for thrust. The pleasure builds impossibly high.
His lips find mine once more, his kiss deep and passionate as he continues to ravage my body.
I can feel the power of us building brighter, more vibrant than before.
I can feel it coursing through my veins, infusing every breath, every shudder.
I feel the shudder run through him as he growls my name. I come undone, my body straining and milking him. He tenses and then roars my name as he fills me.