Chapter 19 Darius
Suggested Listening: She Goes Down by Motley Crue
Isit in the tub with Gracie partially draped across me, where Ezra and Vyslan placed her.
Their reception has been enthusiastic, smoothing over all of my awkwardness.
A fact I will be eternally grateful for.
Just because I see happy moments doesn’t mean every moment of our lives will follow suit.
But now that I’ve met the members of this little family?
I feel like that happiness is a growing certainty.
Our legs tangle, and I tentatively place my hands on Gracie’s thighs. Puck always says my curiosity is going to get me in trouble, and it does. I can’t help it.
“Mm, that feels nice,” Gracie mutters and shifts her legs higher over my thighs.
Her innocent reaction makes me smile as the moment ripens into something sweet.
It’s just my hand on her skin, but I understand what she means.
The day Puck released me and gave me a hug?
I almost had a panic attack. Even that brotherly touch was too intense.
But little by little I’ve come to enjoy skin-to-skin contact.
The way it makes my body tingle and reminds me that I’m free. Actually free.
The water sloshes, and I hear Ezra making a humming sound. “I think I got everything out from under your nails.”
She hums and shifts in the bath next to me.
I’m still not certain how I wound up in here.
I had intended to go back to the room I share with Puck, then I was in the bathroom.
I know I can get turned around, but this seems almost intentional.
It makes me smile at the wonders of the universe.
Always nudging us this way and that. Though in this case it’s probably a meddling house throwing us together.
I slide my hands along Gracie’s back and arm as she shifts, always restless.
Those first few moments I glimpsed are going to live rent-free, as Puck says, in the back of my mind. I don’t need to see every fine detail. Sometimes the implication is far more alluring.
Gracie makes a frustrated groaning sound then pops up. Water sluices off her and sloshes up the side of the tub.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
Her knee skims over mine as she shifts to straddling my lap.
“Gracie,” Vyslan says in a singsong tone that has an underlying hard edge.
She huffs, and though I can’t see her clearly, I can imagine her expression. The way she rolls her eyes and glances with such a depth of meaning in her gaze. The mental picture makes me smile while my hands stray up and down her thighs.
“I know,” she finally says.
I chuckle, causing my voice to vibrate as I speak. “What is it you know?”
I feel her soft breasts against my chest first, then her small hand gripping my shoulder.
“There are rules when it comes to the demon lust magic,” she says in a tone that tells me exactly what she thinks of those rules right now.
“Oh?”
Ezra tries to stifle a laugh as he collects the manicure tools into their case, zips it, and rises.
“Don’t pout at me, sweet witch,” Vyslan says from across the bathroom.
“What’s the rule?” I ask.
“No non-negotiated dick while high on lust,” he replies in that same sing-songy voice.
I sputter a laugh and let my head drop forward, accidentally connecting with Gracie’s cheek. It’s a soft collision, and she leans into it.
While my erection mourns the rule, I can’t disagree with the wisdom behind it. Not after what I experienced earlier.
“Okay, but does that mean I can’t touch another dick? Or are we just talking sex?” Gracie asks.
Her question is direct and unexpected. Yet the other two seem to take it in stride.
I cannot believe this is my life. The idea of negotiating sex for fae is commonplace. But like this? With so much levity? It’s just not done among our people. There’s too much at stake. And far too much fear.
I slide my hands up her body to cup her face, bringing it close enough for me to find her lips with my own.
Vyslan sighs, the sound echoing in the room. “I don’t know. We never laid out specifics at that level. I just know that his dick is not going inside of you.”
Gracie turns her head. “Okay, so the line is nothing inside, yeah?”
Ezra hasn’t stopped laughing, though he does me the courtesy of keeping it quiet.
“The dick in question is right here,” I say.
“Oh…” Her hand is suddenly around my cock. “I know.”
The feel of another hand on me this way after so long is a shock. I gasp and my body tenses, but almost immediately my muscles go molten. Unaware of the explosion happening under my skin, Gracie’s hand slides up and down my cock, her touch gentle and far too intense all at the same time.
“I’ll give you something to laugh about,” Vyslan growls in a playful tone.
I tune out the soft words from the other side of the bathroom. I cannot spare the single functioning brain cell on them. Not when Gracie is touching me.
“This okay?” she asks.
My throat is tight, so the words come out as a strained whisper. “Sorry, what?”
Her touch stills. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I snap. I wince at the tone and cringe. “Sorry, no. No, please continue.”
She chuckles. “I mean, if you insist…”
I let my head drop back against the side of the tub while she languidly explores me. It’s torturous and delightful all at the same time.
Gracie leans toward me. I know because I feel the warmth of her and the brush of her breast against my chest. “No one’s touched you like this in a very long time.”
I make a strangled sound of agreement in the back of my throat. It melts into the soft gasps and moans that have become the backdrop of this tableau.
“I want to make you come,” she says.
She does this twist and pull thing, and my hips jerk up.
“Feel good?” she asks.
“Yes, firmament be blessed.”
“Sit on the edge,” she says.
“What?”
“Sit on the edge of the tub.”
“I’m not sure I want to.” With the way my head is already spinning, I don’t want to make a fool out of myself, slip and fall.
“Please,” she says in such a sweet tone.
I cannot deny her. But that was a given. Where Gracie is concerned, I am weak.
I grip the edge of the tub and lift while she slides back enough to give me space. I see enough of the figures moving from behind the glass wall to know Vyslan and Ezra aren’t paying us any attention.
“What are you—” I gasp as warmth wraps around my cock in a whole new way.
Gracie squeezes the base of my cock as her mouth tightens around me. All coherent thought goes silent as a needy, buoyant feeling settles into every fiber of my being.
This is very much against the rules, and I cannot stop her. Then again, I already knew what a rule-breaker she is.
Her head pops up, and her hands start to work me, one over the other.
“You going to tattle on me?” Her tone is playful and hard all at the same time. She’s a wonder of contradictions I will never tire of.
“Never,” I whisper.
I can hear her grin through her words, her joy, and satisfaction. “Good answer.”
Her breath against my skin gives me a fraction of a second’s warning to brace myself.
I grip the cool edge of the tub and let my head fall back as her mouth envelops me.
The feel of her, the way she squeezes almost too tight—it’s so fucking good on a base, carnal level.
But it’s more than that. It’s the acceptance, the playful banter, all the little ways she and the others show me that I have a place here.
That I’m part of the family, not attached to it.
For me, that’s a significant difference.
I’ve been on the outside looking in for so long that I’m hungry for this.
“What’s this?” Vyslan says from over my shoulder.
The sound is so sudden that I jump and gasp. A heavy, warm hand settles on my shoulder, steadying me. I can guess from the heat and size that it’s Vyslan.
Gracie never pauses, but I feel her lips quirk.
“Oh, now that’s a clear violation.” Vyslan’s tone makes me think he expected this. Maybe even set a trap.
Ezra is still laughing, still doing his best to hide it, and failing. “What are you doing?”
“Naughty girls get spankings,” Vyslan says.
Gracie’s mouth constricts around me, and I think I hit the back of her throat. My skin goes tight, and my joints don’t quite comply.
“Fuck,” I groan.
Her lips travel back down my length then pop off.
“You’re all talk,” she says.
Vyslan’s laugh booms in the small space. “You think I am?”
There’s something dangerous about his tone. And gleeful. I feel Gracie shiver against my knee and have to wonder if there is cause for concern.
Another hand lands on my other shoulder, and I feel wet hair that makes me think of Ezra.
“They get like this,” he mutters. “You okay?”
My cheeks hurt from grinning. I nod, because I don’t think I want to get caught between Gracie and Vyslan.
“You’re going to choke on that cock and take your spanking like a big girl,” Vyslan orders.
“Shut up, blowhard,” Gracie snaps back.
“Shit,” Ezra whispers.
I see Vyslan’s brilliant red flesh clear enough as he reaches for my cock. The strangest cocktail of dread, apprehension, and excitement swirls together. He grips the mass of Gracie’s hair piled on top of her head, then shoves her down.
Her nails dig into my knees as her mouth descends on me again, this time taking me to the back of her throat.
“Now, stay there and take your punishment,” Vyslan says.
Fuck.
I see the arc of his arm, but I’m not prepared for the wet smack against Gracie’s ass, or the way it makes her rock forward against me. She makes a gagging sound followed swiftly by a sweet suction.
“Gods and goddesses,” I whisper.
Vyslan and Ezra both chuckle. As if they are acquainted with my pain.
“That’s it. Be a good girl,” Vyslan croons while setting an irregular rhythm with the wet smacks.
My balls feel tight and full. I honestly don’t know how I have lasted even this long. It’s all so much. Tantalizing and torture in the best way.
I dig my hand into her hair and am rewarded by a hum from her that vibrates my balls and makes my eyes cross.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“And this is—ten,” Vyslan says, the words punctuated with an even louder smack.
That’s it. I’m done. The way she constricts around me. The feel of her wrapped around every bit of me. The joy and playfulness. I erupt in what feels like more than an orgasm. More than a simple pleasurable moment. No, this feels deeper. More meaningful.
Vyslan’s hand pushes her head down harder as my body twitches and the sensation crests. “That’s it. Be a good girl.”
Even I don’t miss the finger she salutes him with.
And I lose it. I laugh, and she tugs at me, causing me to slide down into the water with a great big splash.
Gracie catches me, curling her arms and legs around me like she intends to never let me go.
And I have nowhere else I’d rather be than in her arms.