Chapter 13
H e flew her back to her car at twilight, after Lily said she wanted to go home to change, shower, get ready for work in the morning. All the responsible adult things she didn't want to do but needed to do. No, she wanted to stay in his cave and sate their lust all night if possible. Yet, she did what she had to do. Her Granny's sense of obligation and responsibility ran deep. Deeper than her lust, apparently.
Once there, they discovered a new problem: snow covered the car, and the tires looked half buried as well. It'd quit coming down some time before. She couldn't say when, what with spending the bulk of the day deep in Boreas's cave. She thought at least it wasn't snowing then. Soon enough, she learned of a secondary perk of being with a god of the wind.
Boreas blew most of the loose snow away. Even used his wings and impressive muscles to clear the snow around her tires. The gravel road where she'd parked was covered pretty good, too, but Boreas sent a heavy wind in front as they drove to sweep it from their path. Lily smiled, wide and joyful, humming along to the soft strains of the local AM bluegrass station.
Boreas bobbed his head along, reaching over at one point to grip her thigh and smile her way. It sent a thrill up her back, and Lily wondered if this feeling would ever go away, after years and years together. Maybe too early to think in terms of years, but they were fated mates. Seemed to imply forever to her.
They moved down the gravel road, the country highway, all the way to Lily's small house on the edges of town in companionable silence except for the twang of banjos and the mad slide of fiddles. Her long driveway twisted around a few clusters of trees dotting her large front yard before her small house popped up on top of a hill, far from the road. Of course, snow buried any view of her driveway. Not for long, though. Boreas flicked a hand as if shooing the snow away, and his wind whipped ahead, clearing the path easily.
When they reached the small carport attached to the side of her house, she noticed the snow tumbling off the sidewalk to her front door and laughed out loud. "You're going to save me a good bit of money in snow removal, Boreas."
Once outside the car, his wings spread, a mass of sharp white feathers rising above them both, so tall they brushed the roof of the carport. They beat one, two, three times, each movement causing more wind to blow. The small drifts of snow still on the ground floated upward with his wind, as if falling in reverse. With a flick of his clawed hand high in the air, the lip of snow hanging precariously from her carport gutters tumbled down, mixing with his winds and the ground snow, creating a pretty, powdery mini cyclone behind her car. It twirled until he tucked in his wings tight to his back. But not before she gave a joyful laugh at the sight. He’d given her a ballet of snow, and it was beautiful to watch.
Boreas turned to her, flashing his fangs with a wide smile, and said, “Shall we?” His arm came out and she took his elbow at the crook, allowing him to walk her up the sidewalk he cleared and to her snow-free doorstep.
Once inside her small entryway, they each shook off the tiny remnants of snow clinging to them. Lily unbundled. Boreas wore his usual uniform of a toga and not much else. Apparently the god of North Wind didn't need to keep himself from getting hypothermia.
"Have a seat," she said, gesturing to her couch. "I'm going to call my snow removal guy real quick. Tell him I don't need his services this time."
"Tell him you won't be needing his services in the future," Boreas rumbled her way.
She dipped her head down to look at her cell. As she typed in the first few letters of Guy's name to pull up his contact, the phone on her kitchen wall rang. Lily's shoulders tensed instantly. Boreas noticed.
Walking slowly into the kitchen, she hoped with every step it'd just stop before she reached the damned thing. Sadly, it didn't. Lily took a deep breath and felt Boreas’s warmth at her back when she lifted the headpiece off the cradle. "Hello?" Maybe it'd be someone else.
"Who the fuck is with you Lily?"
Her eyes widened. How in the hell did Ryan know about Boreas being in her house? She looked around, frantic for a moment, fear causing her heart to beat heavy and hard in her chest.
Boreas took the phone from her and put it to his ear. "Who is this?" he asked, his voice a vicious bite. A beat of silence passed on Boreas's end, but she could hear Ryan, tinny to her ears, so she couldn't exactly make out what he yelled. The idea of Boreas being exposed to Ryan's rants made her angry on his behalf, helping her melt away some of her fear and shift it to anger. Without another word, she reached up and slammed it down in the cradle, cutting off Ryan's voice.
Boreas seethed, inches away from her, but she didn't feel the pit of fear she felt whenever Ryan became angry in her presence. "Your ex?"
She nodded. "He..." She didn't know what to say about him. He seemed more and more unhinged. "He knows you're here... in all that is you." That felt like the most pressing place to start.
Boreas muscles tensed, his eyes narrowed, and a hard, sharp huff like the rumble of bear sounded. He held up a hand to get her to stay right where she stood and moved through the kitchen, living room, entryway, his icy blue eyes searching. He flung open her front door, and she supposed he searched around there. Minutes later he came back with a crushed piece of tech in his hand. It looked to be a small camera.
"Your carport," he growled, and Lily got sick to her stomach at the thought of Ryan watching her for who knew how long.
"Stay here," he actually said this time, moving into the other rooms of the house, checking each before he returned to her. "There are no other cameras."
A bit of good news for Lily, so she sagged in relief. Boreas, however, remained stiff and unmoving. "You did not tell me you were having... issues with your ex."
"I didn’t."
"Do you not think that is something I should know?" His arms crossed on his chest. Still, she felt no fear when she met him toe-to-toe.
"When was I supposed to do that? While you were running away from me as fast as your wings could carry you? Hmmm?"
His anger deflated, a chilly wind whirled around them, and he swept her up in a deep, warm hug. "I apologize. You are correct." A heavy sigh, then, "I know now, and we will handle it. Together."
She was glad he wasn't about to fly off and find Ryan. Rip him limb from limb or something. Not because Ryan didn't deserve it, but Boreas wanted to remain hidden, and a bloody trail like that wasn't exactly conducive to not letting the townspeople know who and what you were. Townspeople of any era tended to frown on one of their own getting ripped apart by an unknown creature, even if the one of their own turned out to be a total ass.
"Okay. Okay. I need a drink. And we need to talk. You want something?" He nodded and she asked if wine sounded okay before she poured them both a big glass of red she had lying around. They moved to the couch. She told him about Ryan. Everything from their past to what he'd been doing since he moved back a month or so ago.
"Boreas,"—she rested an arm on his now clenched, clawed hand—"he's vindictive and petty. Maybe it's best for you to take some time away, let his anger blow over." Ryan couldn't do anything to the god physically. He could, however, cause them a whole mess of trouble in other ways, and he'd do it, when it best served him to do so.
The god shook his head. "No, my flower. I'm here, in my purpose. I will not leave you."
"But..." she wanted to protect him, shield him from what might come his way with Ryan's craziness.
"No, Lily. I will stay. Face whatever this Ryan has in store for us. With you. As we determined already."
They had already had this talk, one where she had to convince him. Now he convinced her. She supposed she couldn’t fall down at the first hurdle, so she nodded in agreement.
By this time, it was closing in on seven. She looked down at herself and grimaced. "Yikes. I need a shower."
The worry left Boreas's eyes and white heat flashed there. "You have a very nice shower," he cooed at her. "Roomy."
Lily leaned into him. "I like roomy showers. They can be an awful lot of fun."
He growled and scooped her into his arms as he rose from the couch. She laughed, worry melting away behind the lust pounding in her blood.
When he slid her down his body, they stood a hair's width apart in her bathroom, both breathing so heavy their chests brushed with each inhale. His eyes, the odd white light coming back to them in a softer glow, skimmed her from head to toe. A heft of breath, and he hovered a large, clawed hand over her shoulders. She wavered on her feet, leaning even more into him, an invitation.
Boreas gripped her throat suddenly, and Lily felt the scrape of claws all the way at the back of her neck. The grip wasn’t hard or menacing but forceful enough to have her heart pump in overdrive with a heady mix of lust and uncertainty. Not fear, though. Never fear with him, despite those claws on her neck.
With a large, strong thumb, he moved her chin left and right, as if studying her face up close for the first time. “Magnificent,” he whispered before he bent down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. The kiss ramped up her need, her want, and her thighs rubbed together in response. The one wicked claw at her chin thumped it hard, the tip digging slightly into her flesh, before he tilted her face up so she looked straight at the ceiling.
Boreas bent further down, moving his hand to the back of her head so he could take her neck with his mouth. Soft caresses turned hungry soon enough, his teeth scraping her flesh. Nibbles here and there elicited moans from deep in her chest. Lily reached up, gripped the god’s arms, and pulled him forward. He didn’t actually come forward with her efforts because he was a big thing and hard for her to move. However, Boreas took her not-so-subtle hint and stepped closer so they were body on body and she felt his warmth all down her front while he sucked at the sensitive valley where her neck met her shoulder. She gasped at the delicious drag of his fangs across her skin, and Boreas let out a rumbling groan in response.
Her body heated, ached, filled with want and need in equal measure, and she wouldn't wait any longer. She twisted out of his single-handed grip, managing to get a small amount of space between them in the process, and moved toward the shower. Reaching in without looking, she blindly felt for the lever that jumpstarted her shower. “You joining me?” she called to the god, who she might call frozen in place if not for the hard rise and fall of his chest and the flicker of light in his eyes.
Lily then started to strip. The process lacked seduction, or at least seductive intent. Undressing was necessary to get what she wanted – Boreas inside of her – so she did it as quickly as possible. When she straightened, after pulling her leggings and panties off at the same time and flicking off her socks, Boreas also stood fully naked in front of her.
The cave had plenty of light, sure. She’d seen all Boreas had to offer. Still, something about the brilliant white of the bathroom walls and tile and the white lights around her mirror, washing the room in an abundance of light, made him all more focused and clearer. And delicious.
Boreas stared back, lost in his own thoughts, as she took her fill of him. In the small space, his pine and winter wind scent mixed with the steam starting to rise from the shower, making it more pronounced. His chiseled chest looked like one of those marble Greek statues she saw the one time she went to The Met in New York City. Except his bronze skin moved with his heavy breaths and had a smattering of white hair stretching across the massive expanse. Her eyes dragged down, searching for where she knew the white hair began again, right at the deep v below his thick, defined abs.
Her breath hitched. It was beautiful in ways she’d never thought a penis could be. It almost looked carved, like from a block of ice. The raised white swoops and swirls of the cyclone made her mouth water. When Boreas’s hand came into sight and he gripped it tight at the base, her knees nearly buckled.
She dropped to her knees, partially to keep from accidentally doing so, but mainly to touch him, feel him, grab a little taste of him before she lost her mind. He seemed to know what she wanted, or maybe he just also wanted it. Boreas gripped the back of her head and guided her to his cock. Filled with desire and a need to taste, Lily let herself be guided, clasped her mouth firmly around him, and took him deep in one fell swoop.
Boreas let out a low moan that reverberated around the bathroom and gripped her head tighter, his claws snagging on the hair around her temples. Lily moaned herself, as the fresh, sweet taste of him, like snow cream made from the first big winter storm, overwhelmed her.
Her tongue traced the raised ridges, a weaker pleasure than when she had felt them inside her earlier, but a pleasure all the same. She went down deep, sucked hard, and his answering curse in another language sent a zip of satisfaction through her. Her focus stayed on him, his pleasure, which made her feel pleased as punch herself.
She managed to make about six strokes up and down before a growl ripped up the god’s throat and he stepped back enough for his dick to pop free from her mouth. At superhuman speed, he had her up off the floor, the curtain to her shower ripped back, and both of them under the hot spray. Well, he stood under the hot spray and she managed to get secondary splashes. His wings took up a good amount of space even in her larger than average shower.
Thoughts of wings and showers went out of her head when her back hit the far end of the shower. Boreas loomed, devouring her with his icy eyes. His lip curled, a fang popping out, and it made her shiver. She hoped he’d use it on her, but he didn’t. Not then. Instead, his magic filled the space, sending an ice-cold wind to whip in a very focused manner, right at her nipples.
Lily’s back arched and she let out a yelp at the wonderful, surprise sting of it. Her peaks pebbled, hard and needy, and when she thought she couldn’t take any more of the cold, focused wind on her skin, Boreas replaced it with his mouth, instantly heating her to her core. She gripped the back of his head and held him tightly to her. His tongue and his fangs worked a different type of magic, lathing and scraping and soothing all together.
She whimpered in disappointment when he tore himself away. “I need you,” he said, and it had the sound of a true confession, of a pious worshipper on their knees before their own deity. Lily moaned out, “Now,” and without preamble, Boreas notched his gloriously ridged penis to her pussy and pushed deep.
They groaned in unison, and he paused for a moment before he started to pump. There was no pause, no easing into a pace. He took her, hard and fast, her back slamming into the cold tile and her legs locked tight around his strong waist. The sharp feathers of his wings tickled her feet but she ignored it, didn’t need to for long. The feel of his ridged cock deep inside of her, dragging in and out in quick hard thrusts, overtook all other sensations quickly. Until her orgasm bubbled to the surface, coming fast and strong, ripping a scream from her throat as she clasped down hard on him deep inside her, urging him to stay there. Possibly forever.
He grunted but kept up, hoisting her into a higher position on the wall and somehow going faster, deeper, harder into her. “One more,” he grunted out, pinning her mouth to his with a fierce, demanding kiss.
She didn’t know if she could give him another orgasm, but after a few minutes, he moved a claw down to circle her throbbing clit, and she shattered under him without warning, like a glass ornament falling from a Christmas tree, all jagged, sharp sparkles on the floor. Lily felt him tense, buck, and he shuddered hard inside her and she knew he found his own release. He still held her to the wall, his weight on her a comfort. Then he slowly eased out, a loss she felt in her core, as he kissed her shoulder with quick pecks. “Let us clean you up,” he said, moving slightly so the warm water finally cascaded over her skin.
B oreas fed her cold cuts, cheese, and crackers with his hands after he toweled her dry and plied her with water from her jug filter. Filled to the brim with food and water and good orgasms, she snuggled into his arms on her bed. "If you need to go," she began to say but he hushed her with a claw to her lips.
"May I stay?"
She smiled at him. "Of course. Let's get comfy." They burrowed deep under her covers, both still naked, and hugged tight as sleep took her. She slept soundly until she felt soft kisses peppering her face.
Streaks of gray winter dawn lit the bedroom as Lily's eyes opened, and Boreas, in all his winged glory, hovered above her. "I must go. Much to do today," he said, though he did not clarify what a god did all day. She sleepily thought she should ask him sometime.
He stroked her face with a single claw and asked, "Would you go to dinner with me this evening?"
"Like a date?"
"Yes," he confirmed, and for some absurd reason, he looked nervous.
"Of course. What time?"
"I'll meet you at your shop when you close for the night."
"It's a date," she mumbled, shifting back into the covers to get at least a few more minutes of sleep. She felt another kiss to her cheek, heard the rustle of sharp feathers, and knew Boreas left before she drifted back into a dreamless rest.