Chapter 20 Blood Debts #2
I know that we need to get out of this bed and talk about what this all means and how to keep Trissa safe…
and maybe even whether or not she wants to finish the ritual, and what the answer to that might mean for us.
I know all of that, really I do. But I also know that the past hour has drained her—and the knowledge of what her parents did took power from her.
It made her feel helpless and unwanted. I know because I spent half a century stewing over betrayal and abandonment myself.
If using me in this way helps her recharge and regain some of that sense of control, so be it, not that it’s really any kind of sacrifice on my part.
Trissa whimpers against my lips and lifts her hips, quickly reaching down to grab my now fully erect cock and lining it up with her opening.
I run my hands up to cup her heavy breasts and let my thumbs lightly trace her nipples as she slides down onto my aching shaft.
Bliss. Gods above, she feels amazing. She sets a slow, grinding pace.
I draw in a breath through my teeth and moan as she undulates in my lap.
“That’s it, love. Use me. Take what you need.” My voice is a harsh whisper against her lips, and she shudders in response.
“Talk to me, Cian. Tell me you’re mine—tell me…” Her voices breaks and her pace falters for a moment. I give her breasts a gentle squeeze before letting them go and reaching down to cup her ass, guiding her hips back into rhythm.
“I am, Trissa. I’m yours.” She moans softly and leans forward, resting her head on my shoulder and gyrating in a circular motion.
My fingers tighten on her ass and I let out a low groan, her reaction to my words bringing me closer to release than even her tantalizing heat. “All of me belongs to you. Do you understand?”
She nods frantically, riding me with a desperation that cuts me to the core.
I hold back, trying to last for her as I mutter, “Whose cock are you riding, baby?”
She lifts her head to look me in the eyes, as if daring me to contradict her. “Mine. This is my cock.”
A hiss escapes me and I can feel my eyes roll back in my head, “Oh, fuck. Yours.” I’m desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, my cock pulsing painfully with the need to release. I unconsciously whine against the sensation.
I hear Trissa’s sharp intake of breath as she drinks in my reaction, “Such a g-good boy. You sound so hot when you w-whine. Do you want to come now?” Her words are breathless, and I can feel the light fluttering of her pussy around my cock.
“Chrissake, love. Please,” I beg. I’m too far gone to register any kind of embarrassment, and certainly too well fucked to care.
“Come for me, Cian. Fill me up with your cum, b-baby. Oh fuck!” Before she can even finish talking, I explode into her wet heat. My vision goes black and I clutch her tighter in my hands. She gasps at my punishing grip and squeezes my shaft with the throes of her own passionate release.
I open my eyes to watch her ride out the aftershocks, a cozy warmth filling my heart to bursting.
I hesitate for only a moment before sliding my hands up her back and uttering, “I-I'm falling for you, Trissa.” It shouldn’t really be a huge revelation.
I haven’t been very subtle about my feelings for her, but still…
maybe I should have held off until things were a bit more settled.
Trissa stills and opens her eyes, staring at me just long enough for doubt to start chasing away all the warm fuzziness in my chest. Fuck. I should have waited.
I shake my head and swallow, “I’m sorry, I—”
“I'm plummeting for you.”
My eyes meet hers and I laugh ruefully, a tear running down my cheek as the panic subsides. This is real. My chest feels tight with emotion and I grab her to me, pulling her into the circle of my arms and pressing her against my chest as best I can with our bodies still joined.
“Thank the gods.” I let out a rough breath and kiss the top of her head.
She laughs a little, and I can hear tears in her voice as she mumbles, “Cian?”
“Yes, love?”
“How do we make this permanent?”
“It already is. I told you, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
“No. I mean… I—if I’m a w-witch…” She swallows loudly, and my heart starts beating impossibly fast as she continues, “you said you needed a witch to finish the ritual. How do I do it? I-I want to do it, Cian.”
I bite my lip, trying not to get ahead of myself, “I… are you sure? I mean, I don’t know exactly… Seth could probably help us do it. But he’s…” I deflate as I remember what, exactly, Seth is doing—and why. Godsdamnit all. “We can’t do it. Not yet.”
Trissa pulls away from me and studies my face, “Why not?”
I sigh, feeling like a fucking idiot for not thinking of it sooner, “It’s not safe. The ritual… it’s blood magic.”
“So?” Trissa’s brow quirks.
“Seth looked up your parents through his Reaper database… it’s basically like a death catalog…”
Trissa puts a hand on my chest to steady herself as she climbs off my lap and sits next to me on the bed, pulling the sheets up around herself, as if to protect her from whatever pain might come from my next words.
She drops her hand from my chest and tentatively wraps her fingers around my own to keep a source of contact.
I wince, wishing I could keep it from her until I knew more, but knowing doing so would be wrong.
“Okay.” Her voice is shaky but she nods and gives me a little encouraging smile, “What did he find?”
“Their death was unsanctioned… meaning it wasn’t naturally their time.”
Her eyes take on a dull sheen and her shoulders hunch inward.
“Also, there was a blood debt tied to each of them. Meaning they used blood magic at one point or another.” I watch her closely, praying I’m not adding too much extra weight to her already sagging shoulders.
“I don’t understand what it all means, Cian. How does that connect to me not being able to make you real?”
Pain pierces my chest and I rear back, as if struck.
“No! Oh, gods—no, baby, that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. Please…” Trissa reaches out a hand to my cheek and I lean into it. A crease forms between her brows as she continues, “I just meant—”
I shake my head, my knee-jerk reaction already fading into the background, “It’s okay, love.
I know what you mean.” She gives me a pretty little smile and I return it quickly before trying again, “The witch who bound me vanished after using blood magic. Your parents did… what they did, and they also used blood magic. Seth and I are worried that the local coven is targeting blood magic users in some way. I can’t risk it with you.
I won’t. Not until we have some more information. ”
“Okay. That… makes sense.” She frowns. “But we can’t just sit around here and do nothing.”
Trissa bites her lip and tilts her head, thinking.
She looks so fucking adorable. I wish I had known her while I was living.
I wonder what sort of life we could have had together if I wasn’t…
well, already dead, when we met. My heart sinks a little at the reminder that I’ll never be able to give her children.
A cold panic sweeps through me at the thought, “Do you want children?”
Trissa’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open to form an ‘O’ as she sputters, “Uhmm, I… I don’t know.
I mean, yes, I do. I do know. Which is to say, no.
I—I know that I don’t. Holy fuck that was convoluted.
” She winces, her cheeks flushed with nerves.
“No. I don’t want them—kids, that is. I’m sorry.
Do… you? Can you?” Horror washes over her features and she whispers, “Oh my gods, can you? We haven’t used anything—”
“Relax, love! No. I can’t have children.
Dead—remember?” Relief washes over her features and she nods.
“I never really had any preference either way when I was living, and I’ve long since made peace with the fact that it wouldn’t ever be a thing for me.
It just popped into my head and I started to worry that maybe I wouldn’t be—enough, for you.
” I can feel my cheeks burning with the heat of a blush but I clear my throat and smile, glad to have that conversation behind us.
Trissa smiles back at me and then jumps up, her breasts slapping against her skin as she does.
“Oh, I know! The estate sent a bunch of boxes full of my parents stuff over when I moved in. It’s been in storage since the…
accident.” She hesitates, “Maybe… maybe something in them will have some kind of a clue?”
I sit up straighter, smiling at my beautiful, smart, perfect woman. “That’s absolutely brilliant, my love.”
She beams at me before her eyes sink down to my cock, still covered in our releases. Her lips purse playfully and she laughs, “But first, maybe a shower?”
I shrug mischievously and reply, “Oh, I don’t know. Might keep away the werewolves. Scents and all that.”
Her eyes go wide and she gasps, “Wait—what? Werewolves are real?”
I laugh and shake my head, “I’m not the only thing that goes bump in the night, love. Just the only one who gets to do it with you.”
A feral smile splits her lips and my heart swells with joy.