10
Denzel
I woke up and saw Marion sitting across from the bed. It was already morning, and he had dressed. I slowly rose to a sitting position and caught his gaze. He smiled and walked up to me, then he lay a kiss on my cheek. “Good morning. I didn't want to wake you.”
“Morning, sweetheart,” I smirked and deepened the kiss. I narrowed my gaze at the candles on the floor of the apartment and asked, “What are you doing?”
“A spell. Since we are moving to the penthouse in the city, I guessed it would be fair if we contacted the witch that would help me, so when we'd get there, it'll be easier to meet her. I hope that makes sense.” He said as he shook his head, slightly overwhelmed by his own words.
“Yes. It does.”
“I’ll be using astral projection.”
“Are you sure you're up for it?”
“Yes. My episodes don't affect my strength. Wait till you see what I can do with my magic.”
“Particularly in the bedroom, huh?” I teased.
“Maybe.” He stifled a smile as his cheeks reddened.
I rustled out of bed and walked around the wooden frame, seeing the circle he had pictured on the floor. He had candles surrounding them. He walked up to the circle and sat in the middle of it, crossing his legs and putting his palms out. “Come on, don't worry about me. I'll be fine.”
“I know you can handle it, but if you need extra power. You can draw from me. Witches can draw magic from werewolves.”
“Thanks for your help, but I got this.” He smiled bravely.
I sighed and hurried into the bathroom. I went through the usual morning rituals of washing and brushing and joined him back in the living room. He was still pushing through the spell, and he sat still in the circle, lips quivering with each enchantment. I changed into a new set of clothes and prepared our bags for leaving the motel. I settled on the bed and waited patiently for him to return to reality.
Hearing a whimper, my brows arched in concern, and I moved over to the circle and squatted in front of him. “Marion, are you okay?” I peered at him as a drop of blood pooled from his nose. His eyes opened, and he wailed in immense pain as the surrounding candles turned off.
“Make it stop! Please make it stop! It hurts!” Marion screamed, blood dripping from his nose and eyes. I breached the circle and wrapped my hands around him. The immense pain he was feeling hit me. Damn, it was gut wrenching. My mate was basically going through unimaginable torture. I bonded with him, hoping I could share in his pain.
“Make it stop!” He continued to scream. As a wolf blood I could manipulate pain and use the energy I drew from it to improve my enhanced abilities. But this time, it was completely different. The pain was torturing, stronger than any human emotion I had ever felt. Of course, I wasn't human, so the torment felt even way worse. Heart wrenching. What hurt the most was that I wasn't able to take it from him. I couldn't take the pain, but I shared the pain, so it wouldn't overwhelm him. Tears rolled down my cheeks just when Marion’s thrashing stopped, and a sudden stillness swept through the room, leaving a chill to settle in the air. “Marion? Are you okay?”
“I said I could handle it.” Marion cried with regret in his eyes as he relaxed in my arms. He wasn't moving. Marion just sat in my arms. He trembled in my arms as tears slipped from his eyes. “It wasn't as painful as it used to be. Thank you for helping me.” He wept.
“You are okay now.” I lifted him from the floor and took him back to the bed. I lay him on the soft sheets and cupped his cheeks in my hands, hushing him.
“Sh, you'll be ok.”
“Denzel, I need to tell you something.”
“We can discuss it later. I need you to rest up. I'll put our things in the car.” I reassured him. He smiled and bobbed his head. He was fine from what I could see, but I couldn't help but notice a flicker of doubt in his eyes, like he was keeping something from me. When he noticed my lingering gaze, he turned away. Something was definitely wrong. Something he wasn't comfortable to tell me, and I wouldn't force him to disclose anything to me, neither would I use the power of the mating bond to read his mind. Knowing that you were going to die wasn't something to look forward to, so I understood the frustration. Take it from someone who had almost crossed over to the land of the dead as well.
I left the room in the motel with our bags and boxes, walked out onto the balcony. The skies were in a crystal blue color with the sun splashing its rays from the horizon. Sighing, I took the stairs, moving down to the open field. I sauntered toward the car adjacent to the compound, unlocked the trunk, and put the boxes in it. I returned to the room and saw Marion sitting on the bed. “Maybe we should stay a little longer.”
“I’m fine, Denzel. We have to keep moving. I don't have time. It could happen in the next hour.” He declared with fear in his eyes.
“Alright. Come on, can you stand?”
“Yes, yes. I can.” He rose to his feet, and I held him for support as we left the room.
We headed downstairs and walked to the parking lot in silence. I helped him into the car and joined him at the driver’s side. I ignited the engine, driving out of the premises and keeping my eyes on him to ensure his safety. The view of the path changed from forest trees and blue skies to more buildings as I navigated my way to the highway roads, moving into the city.
In a few hours, we made it closer to our destination. There were lots of buildings, people walking down the streets and alleys, fewer trees and more houses as far as our eyes could see. I drove about half an hour before we arrived at the penthouse. The building was among the tallest in the center of the city. I moved into the parking space, pulled the car over, and we both alighted from the vehicle. Taking out our bags and boxes from the trunk, we headed straight to the building’s entrance. I clarified with the receptionist, and she handed the key cards to us. We took the elevators and headed straight to the last floor of the building. As the door claddings of the elevator pulled open, we both stepped into the living room. There was an unfathomable look of surprise in Marion’s eyes. From that, I could tell he had never seen a place like this. Poor boy had spent his entire life on the run and neglected that he wasn't able to enjoy these things. Well, that had changed now. He was with me. I promised myself that I would give my mate the best life possible. “Welcome.” I said.
“This is… you could actually see the entire city from here.” Marion said, extremely excited. He hurried to the floor to the ceiling windows opposite from us and glanced over at the sky blue horizons. I could tell this was the most beautiful scene he had seen except for my cock. He walked onto the balcony through the little exit and smiled as he saw the cars in the streets. I followed him to the balcony, sharing in his excited spirit. He turned on his heels and walked right into my arms.
“I, I’m sorry for the over excitement.”
“Oh, come on, Marion. I would never make you feel less for feeling. Anyone who does that to people doesn't deserve to exist.”
“Thank you for all of this.”
“So, do you want to meet the witch now?”
“Not really. We scheduled it for the evening. Besides, I want to do another spell. Promise it won't hurt this time.” He said, and I gave out an exasperated sigh, knowing it would be pointless to argue.
“What kind of spell?”
“It’s actually a spell on you. A protection spell.”
“Hmm. I don't need a protection spell, Marion.”
“Just trust me, ok?” He said, and I finally agreed.
“Now come on, let's relax in the living room. You'll prepare for the spell while I make you a beautiful breakfast.”
“Sure.” He nodded. I kissed him, and we returned to the living room.
Pulling off my jacket, I tossed it on the couch, and I moved to the kitchen, which was opposite the parlor. I pulled up the sleeves of my shirt and set up the counter with the ingredients of the meal I was cooking. I made everything I knew how to cook; pancakes, waffles, fruit salad, carbonara, and juice. When I was done, I set up the dining table and invited my mate to join me.
“This is all so good. I didn't know you knew how to cook.” Marion said as he sat next to me.
“My hands are very talented.” I leaned closer to his ears and whispered each word to him.
“And I’m a testament of the work of your hands.” Marion smirked as he trapped my lips in a kiss.
“Hmm. I could take you right here on this table if you don't stop.” I added in a deep tone. My length was already straining against my thighs, and I wondered how long I’d hold out.
“Yeah? Besides, the spell I'm doing requires us to be intimate to work.”
“So my wish of fucking you on the dining table will come true?” I growled with sexual hunger in my eyes.
“Are you going to fuck me or not, Denzel?” He questioned. I rasped and gulped down a glass of water, rising from my chair and moving toward him. Clearing half the side of the large dining table, I kissed him, quickly peeling his clothes off his entire body. Lifting him from the floor, I wrapped my hands around his ass and pressed into it. I put him on the table and he turned, going on his knees and arching his back, leaving his perfect ass for me. Fuck, was he ever going to stop being this fucking pretty? I held back a growl and lubricated his ass crack, slipping my fingers into him.
“It's feel so fucking good to be inside you.” I stretched him until he was ready for penetration. With a gruff grunt, I yanked off my belt, setting my length, which was already aching to be inside him free. I stroked my cock and slipped all my length into him, gasping for breath at the hardcore pleasure of feeling him again. I reached for his throat, clasping my hands around him as I slammed into him.
“Fuck, yeah.” He moaned, supporting himself by holding the edge of the table. Each thrust of my cock into him sent sparks of desire coursing through the both of us. Fuck, did he not feel good every damn time? I kept pumping into him, our bodies colliding at the impact as the golden rays of the sun poured on our sweaty skin, causing us to glow in the setting sun.
“Yes, my little darkness, moan for me.” I said, pumping into him.
“I want you to fuck me against the wall.” He beckoned after a few thrusts. I pulled out, leaving a loud pop. He jumped from the table, taking my cock into his hand and kissing and stroking me as we backpedaled into the wall. With my back pressed against the wall, I lifted him from the floor and exchanged our position, holding his ass cheeks. He supported himself by leaning against the wall and I slipped my fingers into him.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I breathed against his neck. I took my cock and pumped it into him, his hole clenching around my length and sending ripples of extreme pleasure through me. As I slammed into him and neared my release, he wrapped his hands around my neck, whispering some incoherent words which I believed were the spell. I felt a sharp pain in my finger, taking a glance at my glowing ring.
“Fuck, I'm going to come.”
“Come right inside me, big bad wolf.” He said in between his chants. As soon as he finished the spell, I found my release, spilling inside him. I trembled, still supporting him as I breathed heavily against his neck.
“You were so good,” he laid a kiss on my neck, then he took my mouth in a kiss. He kept holding me until I could catch my breath. “We should have a bath.” He said.
“Yes. I'll meet you upstairs. I have to clear the dishes.”
“No worries, we'll do the dishes together.”
***
Once we finished in the kitchen and bathroom, we headed to the bar downtown to meet with the witch. I stopped the car by the sidewalk where Marion’s locator spell had led us to. We alighted from the vehicle and walked to the bar’s entrance. It had the most exquisite blend of party lights and soft 90s music fluttered into the bar from the background. They were a few people scattered across the establishment involving themselves in private conversations. Marion led us to the blonde woman sitting in the booth at the left end of the bar, and we joined her in the seat. Marion came with a book which had the image of the magical symbol that bound the curse, and he put the book on the table, open for her to see.
“No formal introduction.” She shrugged with a sly grin.
“You know why we came here.” Marion muttered, almost angry.
“I’m Sigrid. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you as well. Denzel.” I shook hands with her, and she eyed me, raising my suspicions about her.
“You’re the wolf, right?”
“Yes, he is. Denzel, can you help us with drinks? Anything on the menu?” He told me.
“Yes, sure.” I didn't know what was going on with these two, but I guessed they were old acquaintances, hence the banter. I rose from my seat and proceeded to the counter, hoping that all went well.
I recalled when Marion said he had something to tell me. With Sigrid present, all I could think of was that there was more to Marion’s story, and I wanted to know. I had to.