Chapter 48
forty-eight
Gentry
The final day was a quiet one as Gentry woke up and pored over all of the Cobalt texts for the possible name that could free her.
She’d compiled the names of all Cobalt females who’d been publicly executed, and had eliminated those without sisters to the best of her abilities; Skadra’s birth records were shaky at best, especially since the majority of witches migrated in from their magic-less families.
It was further complicated by the fact that she was unsure whether Drayer’s sister was a witch or not. The Cobalts had been a rarity in the fact that they’d allowed magic-less humans into their inner circles. It had been one among many differences between the deceased coven and the Weavers.
Statistically, Gentry knew it was likely that Drayer’s sister was magic-less, but something was making her hesitate. The memories had shown Drayer’s soul clinging to her own corpse as she’d waited for her sister. A magic-less person wouldn’t be able to do anything with a soul near its corpse.
But the Cobalts had specialized in making vampyres. That could be how the mystery woman’s soul had been preserved until the ceremony which had stolen Drayer’s body and bound Gentry to her.
"You better keep that needle of yours steady, Lydia.”
Gentry nearly jumped out of her chair as she remembered the old woman who’d greeted Drayer in the caves. She was a soul seamstress; she had to be.
Was Lydia Drayer’s sister?
Frantically, Gentry began crossing off the list of those with magical-less sisters. That left two names.
Enid Wintersbane, a child of 3, whose half-sister Ruby was a witch.
Penelope Hudson, a child of 10, whose eldest sister Trinity was a witch.
Heart racing, Gentry began frantically looking up their sisters to see if she could glean a birth year.
Lydia appeared to be in her seventies or eighties, and she assumed that the crone had changed her name after the Cobalts’ downfall.
A bit of disappointment hit her when she realized that both women were perfectly within age range, and neither had been heard from since the Cobalts’ demise.
It made sense that the Weavers hadn’t let any sympathizers live.
“You look like you have something,” Kit murmured from the bed, his voice very sleepy.
She blinked. She’d forgotten that the witch had been sleeping in, that he had no reason to be out and about today since they knew where the kids were now.
“I think that I might be a step closer,” she sighed, not wanting to make any promises based off guesswork.
That was a perfect recipe for jinxing herself.
“You’ll get it,” Kit promised, and he then walked up behind her, deliciously crowding her.
Gentry wondered for a second whether it was intentional or not, but decided he really didn’t know the effect he had on her. An idea struck just then. While he might not know how gorgeous he was, she knew exactly her effect on him.
They only had a few hours left together before everything changed, one way or another, and they’d yet to take the one leap she so desperately wanted them to take.
If she was going to die tonight, then she might as well experience every delectable thing there was to know about Kit.
From how many times he’d made her come in the last few days, she knew he’d make it worth her while. It was about time she gave back.
Aaand you’re just avoiding how you really feel about him, her inner voice complained, at least be honest with yourself.
Gentry firmly ignored that voice and leaned back in her chair. She stretched, well aware that the motion would stretch her tank across her tits.
Kit’s eyes glazed and she smiled widely, pleased at just how easy that was. She settled back into her chair and pretended to pore over more notes. He sighed and gave her some space, and it took all of her willpower not to jump him right there.
She played with him like that for a while, doing perfectly innocuous, slutty things right when she knew his eyes were on him. Then she’d pretend to study. Eventually, he stopped looking away.
“Stop that,” he growled, “you need to keep researching.” He sounded as though he were trying to convince himself more than her.
“But you’re in here, and I don’t want to,” she said with a grin, settling back, “maybe if you take care of me quickly, then I can get back to it.”
“I don’t want to do anything to you that’s quick,” Kit complained, “now put your tits away, please. I’m not that strong.”
Delight made Gentry chuckle as she realized the witch was letting her take the lead.
They had yet to play that way since the hotel, as he’d mostly been finger-fucking her brainless every time that horrible tonic finished scaring the shit out of her.
But today? Gentry was in control, and more than ready to take her frustration out on her pet witch.
Leaning back in her chair, she swiveled it to face Kit, who was leaning against a countertop in the kitchen, his arms crossed. “You should take your clothes off for me,” she purred, very happy when he went still in surprise, “and then lie down on the bed.”
A look of pure cockiness crossed Kit’s face, and Gentry realized then that maybe he did realize how pretty he was.
“Not a problem, miss,” he drawled. He then reached back and took his shirt off in one motion, revealing a lean, muscular physique that made her mouth water.
His jeans already rode low on his hips. Even the scars on his chest were pretty.
He then strode towards her, bypassing the bed completely as he unbuckled his pants.
She scowled at him and pretended not to be in complete awe. “I thought I told you to lie down on the bed.”
He tucked his pants down and chucked them to the side. His purple boxers left very little to the imagination. “Oh c’mon,” he teased as he snatched her hand and placed it on the hem of his underwear, “doesn’t table sex sound fun?”
Table sex sounded very fun, but Gentry wasn’t about to let the image of him bending her over a table be their first time together.
No, she wanted him on his back while she fucked his brains out.
“Maybe,” she sighed, letting her fingers dance across his boxers, “but I told you how I want you.” She then gripped his erection hard and tried not to think about how nicely it overflowed in her palm.
He let a hiss from how roughly she handled him, and it made her so happy when he shot her a look that screamed that the game was starting to get on his nerves. Perfect. She wanted him a little desperate.
“Get on the bed.” She released him and stood, not breaking eye contact for even a second as she headed for their bed. She then waited.
Kit followed, his every move so sinuous that she knew without a doubt that it was only partially his magic that made him so dangerous. No witch could kill every member of a coven without some serious skill.
Which made it all the more satisfying when he sank onto the bed and lay on his back, his erection pitching a large tent in his boxers.
“Beautiful,” was all Gentry said as she stood at the head of the bed and looked at him.
She made sure she had his full attention when she took her own clothes off, making quick work of her shirt, pants, bra, and underwear.
It was by no means a show, but she still heard Kit groan as her tits bounced free followed by her soaked pussy. Wetness dripped between her legs.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, “c’mere, baby, stop torturing yourself.”
He gripped at himself but stopped when Gentry shook her head.
That was her dick to play with. Once she was sure he wouldn’t try it again, Gentry crawled onto the bed over him, his body so wide and muscular that it was a little difficult for her to straddle him.
It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to moan when she accidentally rubbed the most sensitive part of herself against his leg.
Kit grinned like a maniac as he watched her fight for control. “Look at you,” he cooed, “brave little girl trying to crawl on some dick.”
She scowled at him, not amused whatsoever that he was ruining her game. But then she finally reached her destination and ground herself against his clothed erection. They both moaned.
She slapped away his hand when it landed on her hip. “No,” she panted, “you stay still.”
He laughed, the sound a mix of desperate and breathless, but he listened.
Satisfied at his submission, and getting a little tired of denying herself, Gentry impatiently shoved his boxers down. Immediately, his tip breached her open in the most delicious way possible, and she cried out at the stretch. It’d been too long.
“Gentry, baby, please.”
That was all she needed to hear to start shimmying her hips downward, her pussy so soaked that it took nothing for her to slide down a couple of inches. Fuck, but he was thick. Kit watched her with half-lidded eyes, staying perfectly still. She could’ve sworn he was memorizing her.
“Does that hurt?” he asked her, his tone dark. “There’s no way that doesn’t hurt. You’re so tight, sweetie.”
He wasn’t wrong. Each inch burned but she loved the sensation. She also didn’t like the smugness on his face. So she decided to do something drastic. With a tilt of her hips, she took the rest of him. Fast.
Instantly, she regretted it. The burn was so intense that a cry escaped her lips, and she hung her head down so he couldn’t see the tears that had sprang to her eyes. Her pussy throbbed from the abuse.
It derailed every little bit of control she’d had over him. Kit instantly yanked her down into his arms, crushing her sensitive tits against his chest. “Shhhh,” he said, “shhh. It’ll be all right.” He reached down and petted her ass.
Gentry jerked at the unexpected sensation, the motion rubbing them together in just the right way.
Not wanting to let that go, she moved her hips and wiggled herself out of his arms so that she sat on top of him.
Kit’s hand never moved from her ass, and she could see this was going to be the best she got.
“Stay still,” she ordered and then she finally started to ride him, each rocking motion building a wonderful rhythm.
Kit looked at her as if she were a goddess, only helping a little with his hand on her ass, tilting her just right. They were both beyond words at that point as he breached her over and over again.
It was only when Gentry grew tired and leaned over on his chest, that Kit finally took over, his hips pistoning and his hand tightening on her asscheek to the point of pain. She moaned because of how right it felt.
“You ready to squeeze this cock, baby?” he breathed in her ear, and she nodded, no longer caring about anything but how wonderful he felt inside of her. He reached between them and stroked one clever finger across her clit as he kept pounding her. Once. Twice.
She screamed as her pussy spasmed violently, the orgasm so intense that there were black spots in her vision. Kit groaned as she milked him, but his hips kept pistoning, riding her out for all that she was worth. She was a panting, crying mess by the time he came inside her, shuddering.
Gentry completely collapsed against her witch, her sweat-soaked body ultra sensitive as he hugged her impossibly closer to him.
It felt like a balm against all the impossibly large feelings bubbling inside of her.
That’d been the best sex of her life, and she knew Kit was the only one who could possibly bring that out of her.
He understood her need to experiment and play better than any of her past lovers had.
There was also a warmth inside her that she knew was too dangerous to name, especially as Kit stroked her hair and back like she was something precious.
Her overwrought body shuddered when he breathed in her ear, “Love you, pretty girl.”
But instead of saying it back like she knew she should, Gentry hid her face in his shoulder and breathed out her fear.
He couldn’t mean it. A man like Kit could never love her.