Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter
Twenty-Three
It had been almost a month since Aurora’s house had
been nearly destroyed by two Memitim angels and a bludgolem, and today was the
day she and Hawkyn could finally move in. She’d loved
staying with his sister Idess and her mate, Lore, and their son, Mace, while
contractors put her house back together, but it was way past time to have some
privacy.
“I’ll just be happy to not hear them at all hours of the
day,” Hawkyn had grumbled as they were packing. “Sex demons, man. How does
Idess handle it?”
Aurora had promptly stuck her hand down his pants. “Are you
saying I could ever wear you out?”
“Not a chance,” he’d said, returning the favor.
Idess and Lore were probably tired of hearing them, too.
Hawkyn dumped their bags on the new living room floor and
looked around. Furniture would be there this afternoon, making the already
small space even smaller. They’d discussed moving, but she loved this place,
and until the baby was born, she wanted to be comfortable and stable. Hawk had
agreed, understanding that she’d been through a lot, with more to come, and
this was home.
It was going to be even more of a home with Hawkyn in it.
“I think we should check out the bedroom,” he said. “Make
sure it’s up to par.”
She frowned. “The bedroom wasn’t damaged.”
He waggled his brow, and her knees went
weak. “Wanna do some damage?”
Oh, yes. Yes, she did. She wanted to do a lot of
damage. “Are we talking wrecking ball damage, or sledgehammer to the studs kind of damage?”
Flashing to her, he swept her up and hauled her to the
bedroom. “Sledgehammer. You’re pregnant. But after the baby... I’ll get out the
wrecking balls.”
She laughed and wedged her hand between their bodies so she
could cup him through his jeans. “I think I’ll be the
one wrecking balls.”
His groan vibrated every erogenous zone as he laid her out
on the bed, and by the time he’d stripped her of every scrap of clothing and
spread her out on the comforter, she was on fire.
“Don’t move,” he told her in a commanding voice that she
didn’t dare disobey. Hell, no. She wasn’t going to risk screwing up whatever he
had planned for her.
It was funny how she had more sexual experience than he did,
and yet he had an erotic instinct that couldn’t be taught or learned. He could
read her every breath, every shiver, every twitch of her muscles. He knew what
she wanted and when. How fast, how hard, how dirty.
She watched him strip, loving how his supple bronze skin
rippled over powerful muscles that moved with fluid grace and machine-like
efficiency. Every time he removed an article of clothing, he did something to
her. His T-shirt earned her a tender peck on the lips. His boots a lingering
kiss on the neck. He sucked her nipples into his mouth, laving
them with attention after he tossed his socks aside.
Soon, he was left only in jeans, no underwear, and her body
grew liquid with anticipation. As he worked his fly with nimble fingers, she
squirmed, whimpering when his hand went still and he shook his head.
“I told you not to move.”
“But—”
“Nope.” He lifted his hands, holding them up so they weren’t
doing what they were supposed to be doing, which was either get him naked or
get her off. “Spread your legs. Wider. There you go. I want to see all of you.”
She growled with frustration. “You’re so cruel.”
His casual shrug would have made her laugh if her entire
body wasn’t throbbing with desire right now. “I do take after my father in some
ways, I guess.”
Man, she loved that he was able to speak about Azagoth with
easy affection now. Hawkyn’s job required him to work closely with his father,
and Azagoth had been making real efforts to include not only Hawkyn, but all of his children, in Gra business. Before, the Memitim
had only lived there, and Azagoth had been their landlord. Now Azagoth was
trying to make Sheoul-gra a home.
Of course, it wasn’t easy. Azagoth was famous for not being
one to share, for making bargains that overwhelmingly benefitted him, and for
being extremely distrustful. With Lilliana “on vacation,” he’d been moody, but
Hawkyn said the moods were more often good ones than bad ones now.
But even on the bad days that made Hawkyn moody as well,
he’d come to her, and she’d taken it all away. Sometimes she’d knead away his
tension with a massage that always turned hot, and other times he’d feed from her. Gently. Tenderly. Taking just enough from her
to energize them both.
“Can we not talk about your father and instead talk about
how you’re going to take your pants off?” she asked as she gripped the mattress
hard to keep her hands from ripping the rest of his clothes off herself.
“You want me to talk about taking off my pants?” He reached
down and popped a button, revealing the plum-ripe head of his erection.
“Wouldn’t you rather I talk about what I’m going to do to you after I take them
off?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Tell me.”
He freed another button, exposing a mouthwatering length of
his dusky shaft. “I’m going to lick you everywhere, but I’m not going to tease
you.” Another button. More shaft and more mouth watering. “I’m going to dive
right between your legs and fill you with my tongue. I’m going to do that thing
you like, you know, when I curl my tongue when it’s deep inside and hit you in
that place that makes you come over and over.”
Oh, God, she was practically there already. Anticipation
made her core clench and her breasts ache. She couldn’t keep her body still,
her hips grinding on the mattress, her pelvis tilting up, inviting him to
hurry.
“That’s it,” he murmured in a taut, husky voice. “Lift your
knees. Dig your heels into the mattress so I can see all of you.”
Cheeks burning with both lust and a bit of shy inhibition,
she did what he wanted, loving how his eyes went half-lidded and hotly
possessive, and his chest heaved with a shuddering breath.
“That’s it, baby.” He popped the last button, freeing his
straining erection.
He didn’t even wait to shove down his pants. He did exactly
what he’d said he’d do and dove between her legs, thrusting his tongue inside
her. A shout of ecstasy tore from her throat as he pressed the tip of his
tongue against that spot he’d spoken of, sending her instantly, wildly, into
her first orgasm.
He gripped her hips as he worked her through it, licking and
sucking, and before the first one ended, another queued up right behind it.
“You taste so good,” he moaned against her, and the
vibrations triggered yet another blinding climax.
She felt as though she were
drowning in pleasure, like there was nothing around her except Hawkyn. Never
had she been so happy. Never had she felt so cherished. And when he reared up
and entered her in one smooth, almost violent motion, she realized she’d never
been so freaking alive.
“You’re gorgeous,” he purred before his mouth found hers in
a hot, urgent kiss.
He ground against her, his hips
churning between her legs, and she lost herself to the passion he so easily
brought out in her. Electric strikes of sensation sizzled at the tip of every
nerve ending, making her lose control. She arched upward, spreading her legs
even wider, demanding every inch he could give her.
A rumble of approval echoed in his chest and throat as he
kissed a path across her cheek and changed up the rhythm of his thrusts,
keeping her off balance, forcing her to concentrate on every delicious stroke.
Good Lord, she burned for him, couldn’t get enough. She quivered with the need
to come, but he kept her right on the edge with his incredible ability to
adjust and adapt his touch, his thrusts, his hot breath as it fanned over her
ear.
Dragging her hands down his back, she caressed every muscle,
massaging with her fingers as she worked her way to his buttocks. She gripped
him firmly, digging in as she locked her legs around his
and met his thrusts with eager ones of her own. When her nails scored him, he
went crazy, pumping into her in a frenzy. The slick, hot friction became too
much, and she screamed his name as she finally went over the edge.
He went taut, his body straining, his head rocked back in a
portrait of male ecstasy as he came. He jerked, his hot seed splashing inside
her, stimulating her sensitive tissues beyond what she could handle, and yet
another orgasm launched her into heights she wasn’t sure she could come down
from.
Somehow, she did come down. She could barely move, her limbs
tangled with his, his heavy weight pinning her to the mattress. He shifted onto
his side and pulled her on top of him so she could breathe, and they lay that
way for a long time, just taking in the moment. And each other.
“Oh,” she finally said with a yawn, “did I tell you my
parents and brother will be here tomorrow?”
“What?” Hawkyn jackknifed up, practically throwing her off of him. “Tomorrow? I thought you said next week.”
“I did. Last week.” She giggled at the panic in his
expression. He really did want to make a good impression. Hawkyn, an angel with
powers her family couldn’t comprehend, was worried about meeting her parents
and brother.
“What if they hate me?”
Gently, she took his hand in hers. “What if they do? It
won’t change anything.” She kissed his knuckles. “But they won’t. I mean, come
on. I landed an angel. I’m like,
a celebrity in the Wytch community now. Besides, unless my brother accidentally
knocks someone up, he’s never going to get married and give them
grandchildren.” She winked. “So that makes me the one they can’t piss off.”
Laughing, he twisted around and took her back down to the
mattress. As she lay back on the pillow, he covered her body with his and
propped himself up on his elbows above her. Behind him, his exquisite wings
spread out and lowered to wrap them in a cocoon of intimacy, an angel’s embrace
that was more than affectionate. It was a promise, a vow, and it was everything.
His eyes gleamed with a wicked spark that lit her up again.
She was always quick to ignite around him. She would always be tinder to his
flame.
“I love you,” he whispered, and her eyes stung.
This was the first time he’d said that. And when she said it
back, it might have been the first time she’d spoken those words out loud, but
she knew, without a doubt, that the love had been
there almost from the beginning.
And this was a beginning.
The beautiful thing was that, thanks to their eternal lives, she didn’t have to
worry about an ending. At least, not the bad kind.
Because as Hawkyn eased himself inside her, she was counting
on having many, many happy endings.