Chapter 13
“Ace?”
I look up at Gilbert, who stops at my bedroom door. I came upstairs to change ten minutes ago but am still wearing the same clothes I went out in.
“Hey.”
“You okay?” He comes into the room and sits next to me on the bed.
“I don’t know,” I admit, brow furrowing. Gilbert puts his arm around me and brings me to him.
“Can I help make you okay?”
“You are helping,” I say, and rest my head against him. “Just by being here.”
“That’s easy,” he says with a smile. “What’s bothering you?”
“Is it that obvious?”
He gently nudges me. “Just a little. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Yeah, it might help.”
Gilbert gets up, shuts the door, and comes back to the bed, taking me in his arms. We lie down with my head on his chest. He traces the curve of my hip with his finger.
“I’m usually good at what I do,” I start. “When it comes to work, I mean. And I know I just had a breakthrough with making a connection, but something is bugging me and I just can’t figure it out.”
“You will.”
“But what if I don’t?”
“Then you don’t,” he says, and I sit up, staring quizzically at him.
“You’re human, Ace. You’re going to make mistakes.
Lord knows I’ve made plenty. What I’m getting at is you can’t beat yourself up over everything that goes wrong.
I haven’t known you for that long—which is a fucking shame, really—but the woman I’ve gotten to know is one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. ”
“You’re too kind.”
“I mean it, Ace. You just take whatever’s thrown at you and don’t bat an eye.
” He switches our positions, moving to the side so he can look down into my eyes.
“If someone told me one woman would make me feel like this, I would have called them a damn fool. But here you are, making me fall in love so hard I never want to go back.”
“Oh, Gil,” I breathe, tears welling in my eyes. I never thought my heart was capable of feeling so much. Using his thumb, he catches a tear that rolls down my cheek. He presses his lips to mine, and his kiss brings more comfort than his words.
I bring my hands up, gripping his waist, and let the world fade away. He breaks away for air, and the look in his eyes does me in. My heart lurches again when I see him look at me like I’m everything he wants and needs in this world.
The cracks in my long-broken heart have started to heal, and I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want Gil right now. He kisses me again, hard and passionate, and I know he feels the same desperate desire to manifest the feelings we have for each other physically.
Turning my head to the side, I drag my nails along his back and slip my fingers inside the waistband of his pants. He kisses my neck as I pull them down, and then puts his lips back to mine before kissing a trail down my neck.
He pops the button on my jeans and kisses my stomach, teasing and tender, before stripping me bare.
I pull him on top of me again, and his heart beating along with mine feels almost as good as the orgasm I know he’s going to give me.
I never really knew what it was like to be in love, and now I get why there are so many songs about it.
It’s amazing.
Gilbert slips two fingers inside my wet pussy, rubbing against my inner walls, and lashes his tongue hard against my clit. It almost hurts.
Almost.
Then he turns his head, teeth gnashing the skin on my thigh. He likes it rough, and—fuck—I do too. My breathing quickens and I feel myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. He can feel it winding inside of me, and slows his movements, teasing me.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I pant, lifting my head off the mattress.
“What are you going to do about it?”
I arch my back, pushing my pussy back into his face. “I’ll tie you down, touch myself, and make you watch. But won’t let you get close.”
“You’re ruthless, Ace,” he mumbles, lips against me. He kisses his way up and down my thigh, then goes back, spreading me wide as he sucks at my clit. I clamp my hand over my mouth, crying out as I come. Wetness spills from me, and Gil moans, moving one hand back to stroke his cock as I come.
I’m panting, chest rising and falling rapidly. Feebly, I reach for him, directing more than pulling him onto me. He’s already naked, and his dick is gleaming with precum. He kneels over me, above my waist, and looks down at me with his cock in his hand.
“I want to fuck your tits,” he growls, and leans over.
I push my breasts together, never having done this before.
He pulls me up a bit, shoves another pillow behind my back, and then starts thrusting.
I look down, watching his cock slide back and forth between my breasts.
Opening my mouth, I stick out my tongue, catching the tip of his cock.
Groaning, he speeds up his movements, then slows down so I can suck the tip of his dick. Gripping the headboard, he thrusts hard and fast again, pulling back at the last second and moving down to finish inside me.
I buck my hips, getting off on knowing he’s close to coming.
There’s something so hot about feeling his dick pulse inside me, knowing I’m the one who made him come.
I bend my knees up, burying his cock deeper inside me.
He pushes in balls-deep, circling his hips.
Then he pulls in his wings and flips us over so I’m on top.
Reaching down, he plays with my clit as I ride him, trying not to come until I do for the second time.
My breasts bounce up and down, and my hair falls in waves over my back.
I don’t care who can hear us now. I pitch forward, and he thrusts up against me, hitting me exactly where I need to feel it to come.
His thumb is still circling my clit, drawing out the orgasm and making me see stars.
He rolls us back over again, cock buried in me as deep as it can go.
He brings his head down, teeth sinking into my neck, biting me hard and growling as he finally lets go and comes.
“You are fucking sexy, Ace,” he pants, pulling out. “You can see why I don’t want to leave you, right?”
“Right,” I pant, a smile coming to my face.
“I don’t want you to leave either.” He lies down, pulls the sheets over us, and runs his hand up and down my back.
I close my eyes, thinking of ways to break the curse.
They’ll lose their strength and their ability to fly.
Gilbert says he likes having those powers.
I’m willing to bet Thomas does too, and I know Hasan does.
And Jacques…I honestly have no idea.
“Oh my god,” I say, and sit up.
“Ready for round two?” Gilbert jokes.
“Kind of, but I just had an idea.”
“A sex idea?”
I shoot him a look and then laugh. “No. It was something you said, though. Well, not entirely. Your wings.”
“Yeah?”
“They’re the only things that obviously give you guys away.” Their claws and fangs only come out when threatened now. The longer the guys have been with me, the easier it’s been for them to appear human. But not the wings, of course.
“What are you thinking?”
“A concealment spell. I saw one in the grimoire. Jac translated it. The intent of the spell is to make the caster be able to slip through places unnoticed, but what if I can change it so we conceal your wings?”
“Then we could go out in the real world with you.”
“Exactly. You’d appear human.”
Gilbert sits up, blue eyes wide with excitement. “Let’s try it.”
I smile, mirroring his excitement, and swing my legs over the bed.
“Now?” Gil asks, catching my wrist. “Aren’t you exhausted?”
“Not as much as you’d think.”
“Well,” he starts, pulling me back into bed. “If I didn’t wear you out, I didn’t do my job.”
I giggle and fall against him. “You did a damn good job. Twice. I think that rebounded energy is hitting me. And the thought of being able to go out together…” I let my mind wander, something I don’t usually do, and imagine myself out with the guys.
It’s not like I have friends to introduce them to, but I could run into someone from work.
I don’t think anyone would care much, but knowing I have four boyfriends would raise questions.
“Do you have what you need?”
“Probably not.”
Gilbert moves his large hands to my shoulders and starts massaging my muscles. “For a witch, you’re lacking magical supplies.”
“I know. I’ll go back to the magic store tomorrow.” Suddenly it hits me how much things have changed. I went from logic and reason’s number one fan to a witch with real powers.
It still sounds weird to say it.
I lean back against Gilbert, tipping my head up so I can look at his face.
He and Thomas were born into a rich family and, already having older siblings to take over their father’s inheritance and carry on the family name, were basically cast off and left to their own devices.
When Thomas refused an arranged marriage, they were both shipped off to the Templars.
No wonder he likes it here.
The guys have gotten to know the world a bit through what they’ve seen on TV, but will be shocked when we go out for real. I want to do this for them.
“Are you hungry?” Gil asks.
“Kind of. Are you?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go downstairs with you,” I tell him. “I want to look through the book and see what I need.”
Gil gets out of bed, puts his pants back on, and tosses me my clothes. We go downstairs and find Thomas glued to the TV, blue eyes wide as he clutches the remote and stares at the screen.
“Are you watching The Bachelor?” I pause, looking at the screen.
“They compete for his affection?” Thomas doesn’t look away from the TV.
“Yep. That’s reality TV for you. They get paid to do that too.”
“What are you doing up?” Thomas turns, realizing how late it is. “Did you not satisfy her, brother? She had to come down to get the real thing?”
“Quite the opposite. She worked up an appetite.”
“And I have an idea about a spell.”
A line of worry forms between Thomas’s eyes. “More magic?”