Nine
Sheol
The story Aurora spun was unbelievable. It was like I was living in a fantasy novel. Only the woman in front of me was all flesh and blood. There was no way I would leave her to fend for herself.
Running was also unacceptable. She would be running for the rest of her life, and I couldn’t have that. Besides, it would take her away from me. I was fast becoming addicted to her presence. There was no way in hell that I would let her go on the run by herself.
It was time that I called Loki to inform him about what Aurora told me. He was going to be pissed, but he would understand. I knew without a doubt he would go to war for his woman. It was just our way. I had to protect what was mine. But first, I had to convince her to be mine.
“Cher, I need to share your story with my club. We’re eventually going to need their help, and my brothers need to know what they are walking into. Is that something you will allow me to do?”
“I would rather you not share my personal business with them, but I understand. Can you hold off telling them until we’re sure the Slayers are in New Orleans? Some people don’t take to kindly to witches.”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. Loki was going to kill me, but I understood where Aurora was coming from. The people of New Orleans were usually very open to the supernatural. However, it would only take one asshole to expose her and put her in more danger than she already was in. We didn’t need a Karen getting wind of her status and starting a Southern Salen Witch Trial.
“I’ll hold off for now, but I will need to tell them soon. We can’t risk your life because of your secret. “
“Thank you, Sheol. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“No problem. Are you hungry? I know I showed up on your doorstep before day. Why don’t you relax? You are welcome to take a bath or read a book.”
“Can I watch TV?”
“Sorry, love, I don’t have a television, but there is WiFi. I would caution you about using the internet though. If that gang has a halfway decent hacker, they can find us in a matter of hours. As a matter of fact. I need you to unplug completely. Remove the sim card from your phone. If you need one, you can use mine, since they have no way of tying us together.”
The look on her face said I just asked for the heart of her first born. It was just a phone. If she wanted to live, she would have to comply. Otherwise, we were sitting ducks.
My stomach was growling like a bear, so I made my way into the kitchen to whip up a quick meal. It was still morning, so I opted to make French toast, with eggs benedict and bacon. I even made some buttermilk biscuits from scratch. I wasn’t a big man in stature, but I certainly ate like food was going out of style.
“Cher, the food is ready. Come eat.”
I called out to Aurora as I placed the meal on the table. The look on her face was priceless when she entered the room. She looked like a little girl who had just woken up from a nap and was still a little grouchy. I swear everything about this woman was adorable.
“What is all of this? When did you have time to cook this feast. I was only sleep for a minute.”
“Actually, Cher, you were out for over thirty minutes. You must have been tired. Here’s you need to eat something. Then, if you’re still tired, you can go back to sleep.”
The loud rumble of her tummy rang throughout the room, letting me know she was indeed starving. I picked up the empty plate and filled it with a little bit of everything. There was plenty of food and I piled the plate high and then set it in front of her.
Aurora gave me this sexy as fuck smile before she dug into her food. I loved a woman with a hardy appetite, and she did not disappoint. Either she loved my cooking, or she hadn’t eaten in days. The way she was smacking her lips and licking her fingers indicated the former. It brought me so much pleasure to be able to sate her hunger.
“Oh my God! This food is so good. Where did you learn to cook?”
I smiled at the compliment. She covered her food ridden mouth as she talked. I chuckled at her antics and then answered her inquiry.
“Believe it or not, I am self-taught. I never had a mother or father to teach me how to cook, like most people. Being a foster kid was no fun and didn’t afford me the luxury of having a stable home to practice my craft. Once I aged out, I had to figure it out on my own or starve to death.”
“Really? I had no idea you were a foster child. There but for God go I. If my auntie hadn’t taken me in, that would have been my fate too.”
“I found odd jobs to pay the rent. One was a dishwasher in a local café. When the cook quit in the middle of a shift, I was thrust into the role. I’m one of those people that have to master any task given, so I rolled up my sleeves and went to work. The customers noticed the difference and by the end of my shift, I no longer had to wash the dishes.”
The shocked look on her face made me laugh. She had no idea a burly biker could burn in the kitchen.
“Don’t look so shocked, Cher. Do I strike you as someone who can’t cook?”
“Well, if you had asked me before I sampled your cuisine, I would have said yes. However, after eating these eggs, I have determined that you have earned the title of chef.”
“I’ll take it. Since we won’t be going out to eat for a while, maybe you can tell the chef what you like to eat. I try to keep the pantry, and the freezer stocked with just about everything.”
The look she gave me was filled with lust and wanting. I didn’t think I said anything risqué that would warrant this reaction. Her reaction confused me. Before I could ask what that look was about, she said something that made me swallow my questions.
“You have no way of knowing this about me, Sheol, but I have a thing for men who can cook. A man in the kitchen is one of the sexiest things on earth. When his food is delicious, it makes me ten times hornier.”
Fuck me! Did I just hallucinate, or did this woman, who I have wanted since I first laid eyes on, just tell me my food made her horny? I must have done something right in a former life because no sooner did she say that did she get up from her chair and deposit her plump ass on my lap facing me.
“Cher? What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
Jesus, take the wheel. The little goddess was undoing her shirt. Before I knew it, her shirt and bra were on the floor, and I was face to face with the most delicious looking breasts I have ever encountered. I licked my lips in anticipation. Shit, I was salivating. Dying to get a taste of those firm pillows. I had to count to ten in my head to keep from embarrassing myself like a teenager.
“Sheol. do you like what you see?”
“Fuck yeah, baby. Your breasts are intoxicating. Can I taste them?”
I was a stickler for consent when it came to women and having sex. There was no force of nature that could make me move forward without her permission. Yeah, I know most people would say her taking her top off and straddling my lap was nonverbal permission. I didn’t two fucks. Either she said yes, or I was a statue. Thank goodness, she agreed.
“If you don’t, I might have to do it myself. Please suck my breasts, Sheol.”
Well, that was good enough for me. I lowered my head to her right breast and went to work. Her nipples were rock hard, and I couldn’t get enough of her. She smelled like coca butter and her skin tasted like strawberries.