Chapter 24 Darius #3
“I don’t know. The way you’re talking, I shouldn’t be.”
“Oh, but I can’t see, remember?” Isa makes a popping, snort-like sound. “Shh. I’m trying to unfairly monopolize her time. Remember whose side you’re on.”
Isa wobbles a little. Their body has gone part slime-part furry.
It’s strange, but in my current state, the different sensations are soothing.
I also rather like the way Gracie and I are intertwined.
Especially when she lays her head on my chest while I continue to chuckle, finding humor in her very human assumptions.
I don’t mind being underestimated. I prefer it, actually.
Even among fae, seers are often misunderstood.
And I’ve used it to my advantage. It’s not Gracie’s fault that she fell for the same trap as everyone else.
Our parents might have considered me the refuse bin for their preferred son’s unwanted qualities. But I took that heap of so-called garbage and became someone I hope is worthy of this woman.
“I thought we’d talk about last night,” Gracie says after a few moments of silence. “Is it okay if Isa’s here?”
“Do you mind?” I ask.
“I don’t have a familiar, and we were always taught that the bond and how you function evolve naturally, so I don’t know what’s normal.”
“Isa goes most places with me. Does that bother you?”
“Not really.”
“Isa is not part of our relationship or intimacy, if that’s what you’re really asking.”
She reaches over and slides her hand over Isa. “Sorry, buddy. Not trying to make you feel unwelcome, I just don’t want to make this weird for anyone. Okay?”
Isa trills again, this time the notes carrying on longer and swelling higher. They spin in a circle on my shoulder under Gracie’s touch, then bound away.
I chuckle. “I think that’s their way of saying leave me out of this.”
Her breath puffs against my cheek before her head settles against my shoulder. “So, last night…?”
“Hm, yes?” My blood heats at the memory. I hadn’t expected to end up in the bathroom. The whole event was happenstance. I hadn’t expected to step into that charged and erotic moment.
“I mean, we haven’t talked about it…”
“Gracie, it was a beautiful moment and I’m… Honored? Grateful? That you included me. I’m sorry I barged in like that, but not enough to actually apologize for it.”
“Do you… Have any questions?”
“You mean about Vyslan’s powers?”
“Yeah.”
“You enjoy them?”
“Yes. I feel like both witch and human culture have tried to make me into these things I’m not.
Like I’ve been contorted to fit a mold I don’t belong in.
Vyslan’s power is all about lowering your inhibitions.
For me, that’s… Freeing. I feel like myself.
Like I’m not trying to be less than or this or that.
I’m not twisted into the shape people want me to be.
I’m free to just be me in this state where I don’t give a fuck.
And it’s giving me the courage to be that version of myself without his power. ”
“That is a beautiful thing,” I whisper.
“Apparently, I’m kind of a slut.” She makes the statement without judgement, tinging her words neither positive or negative.
“I don’t think having a high libido means you’re a slut. Not if you have five partners to keep up with.”
She chuckles. “No, you’re right. I’m just… Saying things. I feel like I can talk to you even when my thoughts aren’t like... Fully thoughts?”
“I like talking to you. And I think I know what you mean.”
“Good.” Her knee rises, sliding over my thigh. She drapes her arm over my stomach, settling into my embrace more comfortably.
“It’s weird… I feel like I know you. Like I’ve always known you. But I don’t.”
“We spent months together, even if you didn’t know it.
I can understand how disconcerting that would be.
You were likely aware of me on a deeper, non-cognitive level.
And I’ve been aware of you and watching you for ages.
” I’m mostly in love with her already, but that’s a truth I won’t speak until she’s ready.
“Then I guess we aren’t skipping all the early relationship stuff. We’re just… Picking up where we left off?”
That sounds nice. It’s fluid, much like my thoughts.
“I suppose we are,” I mutter and tip my head back to stare at the ceiling.
“Darius?”
I dip my chin to look at her figure. “Hm?”
“Kiss me.”
I smile at those words. “Gladly.”
I lift my right hand and slide my fingers through her hair to cradle the back of her head. The slight catch of her breath and the way she arches against me create explosions of warmth under my skin. Her encouragement and acceptance make me bolder.
Our noses bump before our lips meet. She grips my shoulder, pulling me to her. My hand slides down to her neck. She stretches up without reacting to the vulnerable position she’s put herself in.
A fae woman would never do this. The trust Gracie is showing me now is humbling. And I will be worthy of it. I will guard her future and guide her toward happiness even if it means my own death.
Her hand slides down my chest and my mind tingles from the sensation. It’s still quite overwhelming to have so many tactical feelings.
“Is this okay?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I groan as she caresses my side.
It’s such an innocent touch, yet my body feels as if it’s on fire.
She reaches up and tugs on my wrist. I let her guide my hand to her breast. She releases me as I test the weight of her in my palm.
“Fuck,” I mutter as the blood all rushes south.
“I want you to touch me,” she says. “Just so we’re super clear.”
I shift my fingers and she gasps as I find her nipple.
“Just touch?” I ask.
“What did you have in mind?” she asks.
My heart is racing so hard and heavy that my temples are throbbing. It’s not just the erotic nature of this moment, it’s the unknown. There’s something thrilling about the unknown.
I push up and pull away from her, but as she settles on the cushions, I push my knees between her legs. Kneeling over her, feeling our energies align, it’s a heady sensation. And I’m not done yet.
Her hands are pale forms against the darkness of her clothing as she lifts them to massage her own breasts.
“Darius?”
“Just in my own head, darling.” I duck my head and kiss her, but keep it brief.
She’s wearing a variation of her normal outfit, a flowing top with black leggings. So there’s very little to stop me as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings.
Gracie chuckles and lifts her hips, granting her permission in this endeavor.
I slide my palms down her hips, forcing the fabric down to her thighs.
I sink into my other senses, letting go of my mortal vision.
Gracie becomes a figure of swirling colors that represent her futures and past, her emotions, and her magic.
Every person’s color story is different and unique with the different hues.
I know I’m biased, but I think Gracie’s is the most stunning collection of deep purples, blushing pinks, storied blues, all mixed with darker colors that speak to a future full of promise.
A coil of magenta rises and coils through her and I grin at the visual of her arousal.
She kicks her feet and I toss her leggings and panties aside. Underlying the sweet jasmine perfume and the ever present scent of witchweed is a more feminine fragrance. Something that’s all Gracie.
“Your eyes, they’re glowing,” she whispers.
“Does it bother you?”
“No, it’s… Beautiful. What does it mean?”
“It’s how I see without Isa.” I trace my finger up her knee and thigh to her hip. I’m so accustomed to having Isa that it never occurred to me to use this sight until now. It’s something we need to discuss later.
I plant my hands on either side of her knees. I’ve never fit masculine molds, but right now there is something that pleases that baser, male side of my brain to have her under me and caged.
“What do you see when you look at me like that?” she asks.
“Everything,” I whisper. “Your magic. Your burdens.” I trace a line to her soft stomach and dip lower to her mound. “Your arousal.”
“Y-you can see that?”
“In a way, yes. I know you like where you are now.”
“It’s not a bad view. I’ve got a hot guy all to myself.”
There’s this sparkling purity to her words. Even with all of us thrown together, she recognizes our connection is special and unique from the others. I won’t fade into the background for her. I will be her safe space to land whenever she needs someone who understands even her half-formed thoughts.
“Darius,” she groans and shifts as I continue to trace across her lower belly, fascinated with the way the pinks are taking over.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about what you taste like.”
“Then fucking taste me, damn it,” she practically snarls as her hips lift.
I descend on her without finesse. My arms loop under her thighs and I slide off the sofa to kneel between her legs and drag her to me. I press my face to her mound and inhale.
“Goddess,” she groans and I feel her hand slide over the top of my head.
Even with all her other partners, she’s still excited about me to the point that there is no room for my fears. There is a place for me with her.
I splay my hand over her mound and only then do I begin to explore her with my mouth.
I lick and suck her flesh, but it’s my fingers doing the real work.
Tuning my sight to her like this allows me to use some other rarely exercised powers.
Our energies have tuned enough that I can manipulate hers, specifically her arousal.
I twist it around and around, and with each pass her body becomes more responsive.
Her thighs clench around my head. Her body jolts.
And her moans are a beautiful symphony to my ears.
Her skin is slick and soft. So many textures I’m unaccustomed to.
I lose myself in the euphoria of mixing our energies and the taste of her to the point that my physical body begins to feel intangible and distant.
I’m so absorbed in her that when she pinches my earlobe, it’s a full-body jolt of shock and a pinch of pain.
I howl, mostly in surprise, as I’m brought out of the deep mind state. Our ears more than any other part of our body are our weakness. They’re sensitive. And Gracie knows this.
She hauls me up the wet cushion and shoves me onto my back. I don’t know how much time has passed, but the purples have lightened and her form is filled with pink energies.
Oopse… I did that.
I suppose it’s not just the demon that can manipulate our mate’s body, and that makes me grin. I like that she’s the reason I’m free, and in turn I can free her from the burdens that cage her in.
Gracie mutters and fumbles with my jeans, then snarls something that sounds like a spell.
A moment later I feel her ripping the fabric from my body.
Because fabric from the mortal world doesn’t carry any magic with in inherently I cannot see what’s happening.
But I can feel it, and that somehow makes me all that more aware of the arousal coiling into every part of my body.
Her hand wraps around my erect cock and I bow up off the cushions at her touch, only for her to slam her hand against my shoulder and pin me to the cushions.
Fuck. I kind of like this just as much as I enjoyed pushing her around.
I can already feel our dynamic forming. The push, pull, and simultaneous flow of it, and it is beautiful. I moan and chuckle, almost making myself choke as she plays with me.
“Damn fucking tease,” she snarls.
“Sorry,” I wheeze out.
Her thick thighs bracket my hips and I settle back to watch, enraptured by this amazing woman. She has no idea the change she’s begun. The difference she’s already made in our lives.
She leans over me and we kiss while her hands never stop their beautiful torture.
I’ll confess later, but for now I enjoy her feral nature rising to the surface.
Gracie sits back and impales herself on my cock. I’m not the least bit prepared for the feel of her wet heat enveloping me or the change it would spark. The moment she was fully seated, I believe we both felt it. A click. A page turn. A perfect moment of synchronicity.
Our breathing is so loud.
She moves first, yanking her top off. I reach for her waist only for her to grab me by the wrists and bring both hands to her breasts. Her flesh is so soft all over, but there’s something particularly enjoyable about this part of her body.
Gracie rocks forward and sinks back down, each movement chasing away my thoughts. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“Darius,” she snarls.
I sit up, kind of. My face ends up between her breasts, which isn’t a bad place to be. “Vyslan isn’t the only one that can make you horney.”
“I hope you have his stamina then.”
I grin up at her. “Let’s find out.”
While I don’t have my brother’s strength, I’m crafty. I spin bits of magic that allow me to grip her by the hips and lift much smoother than I would otherwise. She catches the rhythm almost instantly, bouncing with vigor.
“Fuck,” I groan and my eyes cross until it’s hard to see with any vision.
The counterpoint to being so entwined is that her pleasure has become my own. The two braided together so that our bodies are in lock-step. I can sense how close she is, and that makes me equally as close.
Gracie’s nails dig into my shoulders and she thrusts her chest forward. I lick her nipples and feel the fine fluttering of muscles in my stomach.
She’s so close.
I love this woman. I love how fierce she is. The way she gives. How she’s taken on so much and asked for so little. I want to take care of her. I want to walk beside her. I want to give her everything I can. Starting with myself.
I twist my fingers a tiny bit, coiling her energies that much more.
Her body slams down as her pussy constricts, pulling me as deep as our bodies can join.
I wrap my arms around her and continue to rock against her, setting off my own orgasm.
Her nails dig into my back, leaving deep tracks in their wake.
This is everything I wanted. And I’ll do anything to safeguard our future. Anything.