Chapter 2 #3
Then I pitch forward, breasts in his face, and fuck him hard, slitting my eyes open to see his face as he comes.
He grips my hips, pushing me down onto his cock.
I feel it pulsing inside me, which is almost enough to make me come again.
Jac notices and quickly flips us over, pushing in balls deep while he still can.
“You like this?” he growls, pulling back and pushing in hard again. My head hits the headboard.
“I do,” I groan.
He thrusts in hard again and again, circling his hips so his cock rubs in all the right places. My breath quickens and he does it again. I angle my hips up, knowing his cock won’t be hard for much longer. But I’m so damn close.
“Faster,” I breathe, sliding my hands to his ass.
Reaching down, he widens my legs and drills me hard and fast until I come for the third time.
Panting, I flop back onto the mattress. He pulls out and rolls over next to me, breathing hard as well.
The bed is unmade from earlier, and he pulls the sheet over us.
“Three times,” he muses, a small smile on his face. “You seemed to enjoy that.”
“I did. A lot. And I love being female and being able to have multiple orgasms.”
“You are lucky in that aspect.”
I rest my head on Jac’s chest, heart still racing. He pulls me closer, kissing the top of my head. We stay like that for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company. His naked body against mine is calming, and dammit, I’m so tired. But I need to tell him what really happened.
“We need to talk,” I start, tracing a line of muscle on his chest.
“In all the movies I’ve seen, that’s a bad thing. Are you breaking up with me?” he asks, and I laugh.
“I don’t think I’ll ever break up with you. Partly because we’re magically bound together, partly because I’m madly in love with you and you just made me come three times.”
He chuckles and turns his head down to look at me. I’m on his wings, and while he says it doesn’t hurt to have me lie in them, he can’t really move. As cool as it would be to have the ability to fly, those things have to be annoying.
“What’s going on, Ace?”
“I started asking about ghosts for a reason. Obviously you know I did a spell to try to talk to my mother, but there’s more to it.
” I pause, wishing I could freeze time and stay cuddled up with my half-man, half-gargoyle boyfriend forever.
“Gemma told me that crazy-ass witch, Marissa, wanted revenge on me because of something my family did years ago. She basically said I have bad blood and need to be eliminated.”
Jacques, ever patient, gently strokes his fingers up and down my back, waiting for me to go on.
“And it bothered me probably more than it should. I don’t want my family to be bad, but more so, it proves they had magic. Did my mom? It raises even more questions. Marissa even told Gemma I had demons protecting me.”
“Demons,” Jacques muses, shaking his head. “I wonder where she got her information.”
“I have no idea. You guys are far from demons. Though what you just did to me felt a little like black magic.”
Jacques smiles and slides his hand from my back to my ass.
“Don’t let her words get to you. I’ve heard of covens holding grudges and being jealous of each other’s powers.
You have a rare gift of magic where it comes from inside you, and having the power to summon fire is something many witches would envy. ”
“Her words did get to me,” I confess. “Which is why I did the spell.” I close my eyes, not wanting to risk seeing the disappointment or anger in Jacques’s face when I say what I have to say. “And it worked.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I know he’s trying to piece things together.
“I saw my mother,” I spit out, feeling relief once the words have been said. “Earlier tonight, when we were sleeping, I woke up and saw someone walk through the hall. I followed her into the library and it was my mom.”
Jac sits up, eyes clouded with doubt. He opens his mouth only to close it again.
“It was her, Jac. I know it.”
His head slowly moves up and down. “That’s what jogged your memory.”
“She told me, and it all came back. It was her.” Goosebumps break out along my arms. “I know how crazy this sounds.”
Jac wraps his arms around me, bringing me back to him. I flatten my palm over his chest, needing to feel his heartbeat.
“It doesn’t sound crazy,” he says softly.
“Really? It does to me.”
“Spirits can visit. You’re right about that.”
“But?”
“But just because it looked like your mother doesn’t mean it was your mother.”
I close my eyes. I knew he’d say that. Hell, I knew it was true.
But hearing it out loud came as a blow that hurt more than I expected.
“She knew things only my mother would know. And not just random things about me. She knew about that night. What I wore, the book she read to me. It had to be her.”
“It could have been,” he says slowly. “And it could have been something else.”
Working hard to stay calm, I rest my head on his shoulder. “What else could it be?”
“Another spirit. Or a demon.”
“Demon?”
“I need you to tell me everything.”
Nodding, I straighten up, pulling the blankets over my breasts, and recant everything that happened.
“What do you think?” I ask after a minute of silence passes between us.
Jacques shakes his head. “I don’t know.” He lets out a breath and pulls me back down onto the mattress. “You should sleep. though. It’s late and you had an eventful day.”
“Right. I almost forgot about all that.” My mind is buzzing but my body is so tired.
“Sleep now, and we’ll figure out the rest tomorrow. Check on the rift in the morning. You should add more salt to the barrier if it’s still there.” He kisses me. “Good night, Ace.”
I close my eyes, knowing there’s no way I’d be able to sleep if it wasn’t for Jac’s arms around me and the fact that the others are outside keeping an eye on things. I concentrate on how comfortable I am next to Jac and fall asleep in minutes.
It feels like I just closed my eyes. It can’t be morning yet, but sunlight streams through my windows and I’m alone in bed.
I roll over, ribcage hurting from the way I slept, and try to get comfortable.
I have a small window to fall back asleep before I start thinking about all the shit that went down, thus making me too anxious for sleep.
I’m still so tired I don’t think it’ll be an issue.
Until someone knocks on the front door.
“Dammit,” I grumble, and lazily roll over. I really need to install security cameras so I can see what’s going on outside without having to get up. Moving to the window in the master bedroom that looks out over the driveway, I recognize the car right away.
It’s my neighbors, and I’m sure they’re wondering what the hell is glowing out in my backyard.