Chapter 2 #2
“Jac?” I reach up and take a strand of my hair, subconsciously twisting it around my fingers. “Will you come with me?”
“Of course.” He gives the salt to Hasan and says something to him in a different language. Whatever was spoken makes Hasan chuckle and flick his eyes to me, giving me a wink.
“Do you want me to carry you?” Jacques asks, seeing me wince when I misstep. The yard is uneven and full of weeds. I honestly don’t know how people keep up with a big house, a full-time job, and yard work. Though I suppose most people who are able to do that don’t fight monsters on the side.
“No thanks,” I tell him, wanting to buy as much time as I can.
I know I need to tell him about my mom, and deep down I know it can’t really be her.
But I don’t want to hear it out loud yet.
“The last time I asked you about ghosts you said you didn’t know much,” I start, looking ahead at the house.
It’s a dark shape in the night and so much has happened here already.
“Correct. I don’t know much about them. Why are you interested in ghosts again?”
I turn my head back and look at the rift. “It could lead to the spirit world, right?”
“Right.”
“And a ghost could come out…on its own?”
“I suppose so.”
We walk a few paces in silence, getting closer to the house. “Can you invite a specific spirit out of the spirit world?”
“Yes,” he says, and steps onto the back porch, turning around and extending his hand. I take it, and the moment I feel his skin against mine, I relax. “You’re not still thinking about trying to contact a spirit, are you?”
“No,” I say honestly, and go into the house. “Because I already did.”
The door shuts behind Jacques and he stares at me, eyes narrowed slightly as they adjust to the kitchen lights. “What do you mean?”
“I tried a spell and—”
“Ace,” he exclaims, face twisting with anger. “I told you that was a bad idea!”
“I know but—”
“If your spell opened the rift and something got out, you could be in danger. We all could be in danger.”
“What else is new?” I spit, and shake my head. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Obviously. How could you do something so stupid?”
“I’m not stupid,” I snap.
“No, you’re not. But what you did was. Contacting spirits is advanced magic, and even if you know how to do it, you shouldn’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“It’s dangerous. You don’t know who you’re contacting.”
“Then what’s the point of having powers?” I throw up my hands and turn away.
“To do good in the world.”
I clench my jaw, heart racing. “I have powers and I want to use them how I want to. I’m not you, okay? I didn’t join some crazy organization to fight the darkness and do God’s work.”
“But you did,” he says, rounding on me. “You joined the police force. Religion isn’t part of being a police officer, but you joined a ‘crazy organization’ to fight a different type of darkness.”
I put my head in my hands and squeeze my eyes closed. He’s right, and it’s frustrating me that I can’t make my point. “I know. I just…I just…”
“You just didn’t care about the risks?”
“No. Well, yes, I did. I didn’t think the spell would even work, let alone open a fucking rift.”
“You should have! You’re powerful, Ace. And magic always has consequences.”
“Obviously.” I wave my hand at his wings.
I let out a breath and close my eyes for a second.
“I just wanted to talk to my mom, okay? Call me selfish, tell me I’m using magic for personal gain or whatever, I don’t care.
If the spell works, I’ll do it again. You left your family, but I didn’t.
Mine was taken away from me and I’ve struggled with it my whole life.
And now that I have powers and know demons killed my parents…
yeah, I guess it is wrong. But I want answers and I’m not sorry about that. ”
I turn and walk away, going up the rear staircase that leads from the kitchen to a hallway upstairs. Jacques flies up and over the balcony, landing near my bedroom door.
“Ace,” he starts, face softening. “I’m sorry.”
I stop just a foot from him, feeling the heat coming off his body. “Me too. I didn’t think the spell would—”
He cuts me off with a kiss, and I melt into him.
Carefully, he pulls me close, fingers gently brushing over my bruises as he pushes my hair to the side, moving his lips from my mouth to my neck.
His tongue darts out against my skin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake, moving across my collarbone.
My eyes fall shut and I let my head fall back, fastening my arms around his neck.
My heart speeds up, but not out of indignation this time.
Jacques brings his mouth back to mine, sweeping his hand up to the back of my head.
He takes a fistful of my hair, kissing me harder.
The desperation is tangible, weakening my knees.
“Ace,” he growls, pulling his face away from mine just enough to look me in the eyes.
His are full of passion and hunger, saying more than words ever could.
I gulp in air, needing to hold onto him for support.
Having someone look at you like this is as powerful as magic.
“I’ll stop.” His lips brush against mine as he talks, fighting against himself to pull back. “I know you’re tired.”
My eyes flutter open and closed, heat spreading through my entire body. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Are you sure?” He closes the distance between us, bringing his hand down from my hair to the small of my back, pressing my hips against his. I feel his cock start to harden, sending another jolt through me. I am tired. And sore.
But I’m so turned on, so in love with him, all I can think about is his body on mine. Instead of answering with words, I cup his face and kiss him hard, tongue darting into his mouth. Jac folds me in an embrace, gently picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
My heart races and my stomach flutters as he lays me down on the mattress. This isn’t new. It’s not the first time we’ve made love. But knowing Jac sees me—the real me, flaws, mistakes, and all—and still wants me, does me in.
Carefully, he moves on top of me. I widen my legs and grab his ass, pulling him down. I’m injured but not on my deathbed. His wings are spread out behind him like a cloak, blocking out any light and trapping me in darkness. I can’t really see him, only feel him.
He kisses his way down my neck, pushing up my shirt and sweeping his lips over my stomach.
I tense with anticipation, pussy growing wet.
Slowly, his fingers hook over the elastic waistband of my PJ pants, inching them down with practiced patience.
I slit my eyes open, catching a glimpse of his face illuminated in the moonlight.
Lifting my ass off the mattress, I help him strip me of my pants. I don’t have underwear on, and Jac goes right in, putting his mouth to my core. I gasp and press my head back against the pillow, bringing one hand to his head and taking a tangle of the sheet with the other.
His tongue rapidly lashes out against my clit, causing a surge of desire to crash over me. I feel like I could come already, and I have no intention of letting him pull back and draw this out.
“Oh my God,” I pant, bucking my hips against his face. “Don’t stop.”
With a growl he picks up the pace, slipping his hands under my thighs and sliding them up to my ass.
One of his fingers sweeps over my asshole.
It’s a new sensation for me, something I’ve never tried before, but it doesn’t make me tense.
I trust Jac not to hurt me, not to push me to do anything I’m not comfortable with.
He continues sliding his hand down, nails raking over my thigh, and throws one of my legs over his shoulder. He does the same with the other leg, and lifts me off the mattress, holding me up as he eats me out.
“I’m so close,” I pant, not wanting him to stop. The orgasm winds tight inside of me and I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut. My mouth falls open, a moan escaping my lips as I come, pussy spasming against his face.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. Instead he lowers me back onto the mattress, still working that magic tongue, and slips a finger inside me, going right to my G-spot.
He strokes it slowly at first, giving my body a chance to come down, for my ears to stop ringing and for the feeling to come back to my toes.
And then he starts up again, rubbing me in just the right way. I’m squirming on the bed beneath him, desperate for another release. I’m in overdrive, heart racing, unable to form a coherent sentence to save my life.
He keeps his fingers in me but moves his mouth to the side, kissing and sucking at the skin on my thigh. Reaching up, he moves one hand under my shirt and runs the rough skin of his palm over my breasts. I’m moaning, seeing stars, and so close to a second orgasm.
“I need your cock,” I pant, feebly reaching for him. “Now.”
Not needing to tell him twice, he removes his pants and moves on top of me.
I welcome him between my legs, reaching down and guiding his cock inside.
He lets out a groan of pleasure as soon as he enters me, pushing in deep.
The tip of his cock rubs against my G-spot, picking up right where we left off.
Knowing what I need, he thrusts hard and fast, not stopping until I’m coming again, leaving a wet spot on the sheets beneath us. I put both hands on his chest, needing a few seconds to catch my breath. Then I push him up and onto his back, climbing on top.
“Is this okay?” I ask, aware that I’m kneeling on his wings.
“Yes.” He grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head. His hands go to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them as I ride him, slow at first, enjoying feeling every inch of him inside me.