Chapter Twenty-four
I t’s surprising what a difference it makes telling Wyatt everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything.
Every single thought that crosses my mind spills from my lips until I fall back onto the bed with a sigh of relief.
I feel so much lighter—my worries less now that I’ve shared the burden.
“I bet you weren’t expecting all of that,” I say with a laugh as I turn my head to look at Wyatt.
He shrugs. “Maybe not, but I’m always happy to listen—even when your thoughts make no sense. Now, do you want to talk through any of that?”
I shake my head. “No. I need to not think about them for a while. I don’t know what to do or feel about everything they’ve told me, but all of this? It helped open my eyes to something I should’ve realized a long time ago.”
I take a deep breath, afraid to let the words form.
I’ve spent so long pushing Wyatt away, and it’s never been fair to him. It’s time I start treating him better.
It’s time to show him just how much he means to me.
I sit up carefully, making sure there’s no pressure on my injured leg when I do so. Then I wait for him to sit up before taking his face in my hands. “I love you, Wyatt.”
His mouth drops open, but when he goes to speak, I press a finger to his lips.
“Let me finish.” I clear my throat, holding his gaze as I speak. “I haven’t treated you well, but you never left me. You’ve always been by my side, supporting me in every way. You’ve been the kind of best friend everyone always wishes for—even when I was a shitty friend in return. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is phenomenal, but it’s been more than that for a long time. I’ve just been denying it.
“I’ve been unfair to you. I’ve ignored your feelings you’ve shared on more than one occasion. I’ve shut you down at every turn, and yet, you’re still here. You helped to heal me at a point in my life where I thought I’d lost everything. I didn’t think I had anything to live for, but you showed me I did. You’re the one who reminded me of the beauty in the world. The person who always made sure I didn’t forget that life is more than the heartbreak I barely survived.
“You’ve been so patient with me. You’ve helped me up every time I’ve fallen down. You’ve been by my side for the good and the bad, and I’ve taken that for granted. I don’t know what I would do if you ever found someone else to love. I’d be devastated, and I can’t let what happened ten years ago hold me back from happiness. Especially not when it’s you I’m hurting. You deserve so much more than me, Wyatt, but if you’ll have me—“
“Yes,” he says, cutting me off. “Of course, I’ll have you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted or needed. I’ve loved you longer than you can even imagine, Lila. There’s nothing that could keep me from being with you, if that’s what you want.”
I lean forward, brushing my lips against his, before pulling back to stare into his eyes. “Nothing would make me happier than being with you, Wyatt. I love you. ”
“Gods, I love you, too. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting this.” He swoops in, kissing me hard. His love for me radiates in his kiss, in his touch.
How could I ever have been willing to walk away from this? From him?
It doesn’t fix the pain in my chest or the hurt I still carry from Aidan, Carter, Oliver, and Ty abandoning me, but it can exist alongside it. I’m allowed to be hurt and still be happy.
I haven’t just been hurting Wyatt but myself.
No more.
Never again.
From now on, I choose him—always him. Whatever else might come, Wyatt will always be my choice. It’s what he deserves.
More than that, it’s what I want.
“Fuck, Lil, I need to be inside of you,” Wyatt pants as his magic rises in the air. “It’s too much. I can’t hold it in, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
I smile, brushing my hand down his cheek. “Then don’t. Fuck me. Love me. My leg will be just fine. You’ll just have to get creative to work around it.”
“Fuck yeah!” His returning smile is sharp with hunger, but his touch is still gentle as he pulls my shirt over my head .
My hands trail over his chest as he unhooks my bra. I pout when I have to pull away from him so he can tug the straps down my arms.
“No pouting,” he tells me, reaching up to boop my nose before pushing me back on the bed. “I’m going to undress you so we don’t get all tangled up in the heat of the moment. The last thing I want to do is hurt your leg more.”
As much as I’d love to continue pouting, I know he’s right. So I lie there as he slides my shorts and panties down my legs.
Self-consciousness rushes through me when he sits back on his heels and stares at me, his eyes raking over my body.
Besides the broken leg, all my other injuries from the accident are healed. I don’t know why he’s staring at me.
“Wy?”
He smirks, eyes flicking up to my face. “Yes, Lil?”
“Why are you staring at me?”
He chuckles. “I’m just taking time to admire what’s mine, that’s all.”
A smile lights up my face as I flush. “Oh, yeah.”
“Oh, yeah.” He jumps off the bed, pushing off his sweatpants. His beautiful, hard cock hits his toned stomach, and I lick my lips. “No, ma’am. Your mouth is not touching my dick. I won’t last.”
“It’s not like you can’t get hard again in seconds,” I argue, sticking out my bottom lip, but he just shakes his head.
“Nope. Not happening. Now, behave.”
Wyatt climbs back onto the bed and settles between my thighs. He glances down at my injured leg with a frown before leaning forward to grab a pillow and sliding it underneath my leg.
“You will tell me if I’m too rough or if it starts to hurt,” he demands, eyeing me when I don’t say anything. “Lila, if you don’t agree, then I’ll just fuck my hand over and over again until I’m sated. It’s not my preference, but I can’t stand the idea of hurting you.”
“Fine, I promise I’ll tell you if it starts to hurt.” I wave off his concerns, eyes dropping to his cock once more. “But I want that dick inside of me now.”
He scoffs as he leans forward to kiss me. When he pulls back, his lips brush against mine as he speaks. “Always so impatient. I’ve got bad news for you, babe. We’re doing this at my pace—not yours. ”
Before I can argue with him, he’s kissing me again.
It’s so easy to get lost in Wyatt’s kisses—especially when he releases his incubus magic. It swirls around us, brushing against my skin and teasing me. I let out a moan when he pulls back, his lips trailing down my neck to my chest. He doesn’t pause at my tits, but his hands come up to cup them.
He continues kissing down my body until I can feel his hot breath against my center. I stare down at him, watching as his fingers find my nipples.
My hips buck as he brushes his thumbs against my pebbled tips, his eyes rising to meet mine over my body. I hold my breath as his tongue snakes out to taste me, running along my slit until it swirls around my clit.
His magic is heavy against me, causing my eyes to fall shut as he sucks on my clit. His magic feels like hundreds of hands stroking me, touching every part of me while he eats me out.
A gasp falls from my lips as something nudges at my entrance—and it’s not Wyatt’s tongue or his fingers. Definitely not his cock since his lips are still closed over my clit, tongue swirling around it as he hums .
No, that’s his magic breaching me.
My hands fly to Wyatt’s head as his magic pushes inside of me, shaped like a cock. He laughs against me as I grind against his face and he fucks my pussy with his magic.
Holy shit.
I guess there are still a lot of things I don’t know about my incubus’s magic.
My incubus.
I like the sound of that.
Before I get a chance to dwell on that, my thoughts are ripped from my head as I careen toward an orgasm that promises to be world-shattering.
I should be embarrassed about how easy it is for him to get me off. He’s been between my legs for mere minutes, and I’m already teetering on the edge, but what can I say?
He’s fucking magical.
“Fuck,” I scream out, back arching off the bed when Wyatt’s teeth close around my clit. Between that, his hands working my nipples over, and the magic he’s fucking me with, I’m a goner.
I come hard, squirting all over his face as his magic falls away, and he replaces it with his tongue. His magic continues to caress my body, making the orgasm draw out until he finally wrings every drop of pleasure from me, and I collapse back onto the bed.
He runs his tongue over my slit once more before moving up my body and kissing me. His face is wet from my release, and I taste myself on my lips.
It’s hot as hell.
“Gods, I love making you fall apart.” He grins as he pulls back, settling his weight on one of his arms while the other goes to my good leg. He hooks it over his hip as his cock slips between my folds. He covers himself with my juices before notching himself at my entrance. “I love you, Lila.”
Before I can respond in kind, he’s pushing inside of me and filling me so full I forget how to speak.
He kisses me as he slowly works himself inside of me until I’m taking all of him. He’s smiling when he pulls away from the kiss, his body still as it’s pressed against mine.
Neither of us says anything as he stares into my eyes, and I know this is going to be very different from every other time I’ve slept with Wyatt .
When he begins to move, it’s in slow, measured thrusts that feel fucking amazing. He sinks in deep with every movement, making pleasure zing up and down my spine.
His eyes never leave mine as he makes love to me.
His magic still lingers in the air, but I barely notice it while I stare into his eyes. His love shines through them, and I hate myself for ignoring this for so long.
At least I realized what he meant to me before I lost him. I can’t bear the thought of him not being in my life.
“I don’t know where you just went, babe, but keep your head in the here and now.” Wyatt doesn’t slow his movements as he speaks. “None of that matters. I want you here with me. Focus on me.”
What else can I do but do as he asks?
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. I can’t move much because of my leg, but Wyatt doesn’t seem to mind.
Another orgasm is slowly building, feeling even more powerful than the last.
“Please, Wyatt,” I beg, though I’m not sure what exactly I’m begging for .
He kisses me. “Don’t worry, Lil. I’ve got you. I always have you.”
He picks up his pace then, pounding into me and swiveling his hips with each pass to brush against my clit. Still, his eyes never leave mine.
My nails dig into his back, slipping slightly from the sweat beading his body. Sweat drips down his face as he hitches my leg higher. He adjusts my hips slightly, hitting a new spot that has me screaming out his name as he slams into it repeatedly.
The slow-building climax races toward me like a train now. When his magic wraps around my clit, pulsing against it like the world’s best vibrator, I completely lose it.
I come hard, my body tensing as my mouth opens on a silent scream. It’s only then I break mine and Wyatt’s stare down, unable to keep my eyes open.
His teeth bite into the skin of my neck, surprising me with a bite of pain before euphoria takes over.
It feels like I come forever as Wyatt continues to fuck me until he’s spilling inside of me. He collapses on top of me, his tongue tracing across the bite at my neck.
Did he just …
“Fuck. Shit.” Wyatt sits up suddenly. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lil.”
I stare up at him, my mind still fuzzy from the pleasure he just gave me. “Sorry for what?”
“I bit you. I mated you without your permission.” He curses. “Of course, I fuck this up before we’ve even really started.”
Reaching my hand up, I cup his cheek with a smile on my face. “You didn’t fuck anything up, Wy. I’ll admit, I was a little surprised, but I’m glad you bit me. I told you I loved you, and that’s forever for me, handsome. Maybe we’ll take some time before we complete the bond, but I’m not upset.”
“Really?”
I nod. “Really. Now, stop freaking out and come cuddle with me.”
“Yeah, okay.” Wyatt looks confused but doesn’t argue as he lies down beside me, pulling me against him the best he can without disturbing my leg.
“I love you, Wyatt.”
I feel his smile against my neck. “I love you, too, Lila.”