Chapter 32 #2
“Yes. If she decides not to, but has children, when they become adults, the choice will lie with them. We don’t normally intervene or reveal an individual’s ancestry.
If it happens to be one of the five bloodlines, then we have no choice—especially if their spot is filled by someone who was elected.
” He poked at the steaks, checking the doneness.
Maddox began removing the food, placing it on a large platter. He carried the platter inside and set it on the table. I got plates from the cupboard and silverware from the drawer, setting two places at the table.
“I really do appreciate your patience. I know I’m asking a lot of questions. You are helping me to look a little less clueless when everyone arrives.”
“No one is expecting you to know everyone’s name in every room at any given time. If they do, fuck ‘em.” His smile lit up the whole room. He knew how to ease my fears.
We sat down at the table and started putting food onto our plates. I pulled the vegetables off the skewer and took a bite. I loved the flavor that the grill gave to the vegetables—the slight charred flavor. The steak was fork-tender and melted in my mouth.
“You are not allowed to cook for any women that are hotter than me. They will try to steal you, and I can’t be having that. This food is delicious.”
“I would love to know who you think is hotter than you?” He was trying to earn brownie points.
“In my estimation that would have to be millions of women in one way or another. You can tell me I’m the hottest woman you know, and I think you and I both know that is a lie.”
“I don’t lie.”
“Then trust me when I say the rest of the world is not going to agree with you on this one.”
“I don’t need the rest of the world to agree with me about how hot my girlfriend is—or anything else for that matter. I do not care.”
“Fine, you win.”
“I always win,” he said with a bad-boy grin that reminded me I had a long night ahead of me.
“I don’t see any carbs on this plate. Energy comes from carbs, and I am not going to have any energy later,” I teased.
He leaned across the table and stabbed a potato. He plopped it onto my plate with a grin.
“There you go, Princess. Don’t you remember me telling you that I am going to make you a chocolate cake? I wasn’t joking. That should be enough carbs to get us through the night and well into the morning.” His smile was far too big, but I did love chocolate cake.
“I’m holding you to that. I want to soak in the tub and relax for a while.”
“You can do that while I make the cake.”
“Sounds like a plan.” We finished eating and brought our dishes to the sink. I grabbed Maddox’s forearm, and he turned toward me. I kissed him softly.
“I am going to soak. See you in a bit.”
“Okay, baby.”
He started pulling out the mixer and ingredients as I left the kitchen.
I got a silk nightgown from the drawer and a pair of dark purple lace underwear.
I went into the bathroom and plugged the bathtub drain.
Turning on the water, I adjusted it to a tolerable temperature and removed my clothes, tossing them in the hamper.
I pulled the hair tie from my hair, letting it fall down my back.
I added bubbles to the bathtub and dipped my foot in the water to make sure I was safe to get in.
I grabbed the sides of the tub and slowly lowered myself into the water.
The heat permeated my body immediately; my muscles tensed at first, then relaxed.
I was laying there with the washcloth over my eyes when Maddox walked in.
I hadn’t even realized that he had come in until I heard his voice in my ear. “Well, that is about the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” I felt his hand slide from my knee all the way up the inside of my leg. “Are you going to get out of the bathtub or do you want me to get in there with you?”
“Whatever works for you.”
“We both know that everything that works for me doesn’t necessarily work for you.”
“Maybe I need to get acclimated to you. Did you ever think about that? Now go finish my cake; I want some sugar.”
“Me too,” he said as he walked out of the room, the washcloth having never left my face.
I continued to soak for another twenty minutes.
Finally, I forced myself to get out when the water began to cool.
I dried myself off, pulled on the underwear, and slid the very short nightgown over my head.
It was smooth and cool against my skin. I brushed out my hair and put on lotion and deodorant.
I opened the door and walked through the bedroom, and out into the kitchen.
Pretending I didn’t know what was going to happen would be a lie.
Maddox was pulling the cake out of the oven as I rounded the corner.
“That smells amazing,” I said as he was setting it onto the counter. He looked up at me and paused.
“Joslyn. You keep flaunting yourself in front of me and I am growing tired of waiting.”
I approached him and put my hands on his chest and looked up at him. “You don’t like my nightgown? I thought it was cute.”
The smile disappeared from his face and was replaced with a serious expression that made me feel more like prey, and less like girlfriend.
“Cute isn’t a word I would use to describe that nightgown.”
“What word would you use then?”
He leaned in close. “Insignificant. It’s funny; I know you are wearing it.
I don’t see it though. I only notice the silhouette of your body—taunting me, beckoning me.
Not to mention, you smell fucking amazing.
” He leaned close, inhaling deeply. My skin tingled at the very thought of him touching me.
He locked his lips on mine as his hands lifted me.
I had been waiting for this all day; whether he knew it or not.
Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, I got as close as possible.
I wanted to feel his skin against mine. No, at this point we were past want—I needed it.
He carried me into the bedroom. His lips never abandoned me as he kicked the door shut behind us and put me down on the bed.
Reaching out, I began undoing his belt, playfully pulling him toward me.
I took my time, not allowing him to take this from me.
I undid his pants and yanked them down; his erection nudged against the front of his boxers.
I looked up at him, licking my lips as I pulled down his underwear.
The sight of him fully erect in front of me was making me hungry.
I knew well what it felt like to have him inside me, and recalling it sent a chill up my spine.
I stood up and pushed him onto the bed. It was my turn to drive him crazy.
I crawled onto the bed and grasped him in my hand, carefully pumping a few times.
My tongue gently flicked against the tip before I began sucking—just the head.
Teasing him, I ran my tongue lightly around the edge, applying the slightest pressure.
I wanted to see him squirm. Taking his full length into my mouth, I flexed my throat around him as he swelled further.
Feeling his body’s response heightened my desire. I needed him to put his hands on me.
“Mmmmm. Fuck, Joslyn,” he growled.
His hand went between my legs, tugging my underwear to the side to gain access.
I opened my legs further, welcoming his touch; yearning for it even.
I pulsed in anticipation just as he sank two fingers deep inside me.
I moaned around his engorged member. I flexed around his digits, naturally trying to pull them deeper.
I wanted him, this close, all the time. I rotated my tongue around his hard dick, descending all the way down and back up.
I could feel pressure low in my gut as my opening pulsed, and he continued to move his hand, priming me.
He rubbed my clit with his thumb until I felt myself pooling—he felt it too. There was a low rumble in his chest right before he grabbed my hips and lifted me in the air.
“I need to taste you,” he said. His voice so deep and laden with desire that I got wetter instantly.
When he brought me back down, I heard stitches ripping as my panties were torn from my body.
The way he wanted me was intoxicating. I would let him do morally gray things without a thought—not a single one.
I felt his mouth and tongue, soft and wet—seeking to lap up every drop.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to maintain control.
I quickened my pace, bobbing up and down with my hand wrapped around the base of him.
Channeling my own pleasure, I sucked on him greedily, trying not to scream.
He was unwilling to let me give him pleasure without returning the favor.
He stroked and pumped inside me with his fingers and tongue.
The way it felt when he touched me—it would never feel like this with anyone else—it couldn’t.
I rocked and ground down as he pulled down on my hips, further burying his face.
I felt my body losing control—fuck control, he could have it.
He moaned as my orgasm drained into his mouth.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled down, not letting me escape.
Not that I wanted to. He kept going and my body was threatening to go slack.
I hummed through my orgasms, tugging gently on him as I continued to take him into my mouth.
Bobbing faster, I focused my energy and desire; pouring it back into him.
I moaned loudly as I climaxed and felt him fill my mouth as I gently massaged his balls, emptying him.
His stomach muscles tightened as he released.
I swallowed all of him and kept sucking until his body was shaking, and he was pulling away.
I could have forever with him. Forever to love him, to learn him.
I could... if I wanted to. I just needed to become what he was. Maybe.
I rolled off of him and waited until my own body stopped shuddering before I looked over at him.