Seth moves to get up and Cian mumbles something that sounds likefor fucks sakeunder his breath as I shout, “No! Fine—you win. Keep them! You can model them for your girlfriend later.” This time my eyebrows waggle with dramatic flair.
I can feel Cian nodding behind me as Seth leans back slowly with a cheeky smile on his face.
“As you wish.” He closes his eyes and we settle into an amiable silence.
My mind keeps trying to replay and reassess everything that happened today, but I’m so tired. I know if I think about it for too long I’m likely to be overcome with all the feelings I haven’t had the time to process yet. Cian’s fingers running through my hair serve as a grounding exercise, until all that exists is the pleasure his fingers bring as they rub gently along my scalp before brushing through to the ends.
“You know what I still don’t understand? Before the ritual was completed, when Trissa went out there and the tentacle tether was cut off, why didn’t I turn incorporeal? Why could I sometimes do things when she wasn’t around?” Cian’s voice is scratchy, like he’s fighting off sleep, but his question piques my interest and we both glance at Seth.
He shrugs. “I’m not exactly an expert, but if I had to guess… maybe because you had extended and… intimate.” He shoots us a particularly pointed look. “Contact with the bloodline of your witch-bound. Sex magic, even if it’s done passively, is almost as powerful as blood magic.”
Cian hums and I nod. I have no idea if I unknowingly did some kind of sex magic, but I know with zero doubt that every time we’ve had sex, it’s felt transcendent and just… intuitive.
I’m not sure exactly how much time passes as we bask in the contentment of each other’s presence, thankful that this stolen moment in time is ours and we’re all here to experience it. I wonder what my fate string looks like... if it’s knotted or if it was made new when the bond was completed. My lips curl into a smirk. However it looks, I hope it stands out… so it can piss off the fates every time they have to set their miserable eyes on it, knowing they were bested. The knowledge of the impossibility of my current existence shifts something in my chest, and it feels like a weight has been lifted from me. Tears burn my eyes and a giddy sort of anticipation bubbles up in my throat. I shouldn’t be here… but I am… and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. No one can take Cian away from me. For the first time since my parents died, I’m free of the crippling fear and anxiety. A disbelieving laugh huffs out of my lips as a tear rolls down my cheek and Cian shifts behind me.
“You okay, love?” His voice is groggy, but so achingly gentle that it only adds to the giddiness coursing through my veins.
“Yes. Yeah, I’m…” I laugh again and shake my head, “I’m… spirited.”
Seth snorts at my terrible pun as Cian chuckles quietly. I tilt my head and ask with wonder, “What now?”
Cian brushes his fingers down the side of my face. “Now, we live.”
Seth nods, his eyes soft and glowing. I smile and bite my lip, the giddiness turning to sparks of restlessness.
I can tell the exact moment that Seth picks up on my energy, his eyes darkening as he simpers, “What better way to celebrate living, thanla petite mort… especially since it’s the only kind of death you two will ever experience again.”
My jaw drops and I can feel Cian’s laugh before I hear it, his whole chest vibrating with it against my back. “Go show your girl your ass in Trissa’s pants, then kindly never bring it up again. Unless it’s to tell Trissa how much your lover enjoyed getting in her pants.” Cian pauses and his brow furrows before he continues, “Actually, you know what? Not even then." Seth chuckles but agrees to Cian’s terms readily enough.
I look back at Cian, whose eyes are dancing with his laughter, and swoon. I know, I know… but a man can only be so attractive before a girl’s panties turn into a slip and slide and her brain gets a little fuzzy.
“And with that, my job here is done.” Seth stands up and stretches, his pants tightening around his crotch from the strain.
Cian glares at him dully and I giggle. “Seth! I love you, but goodbye!”
He laughs and taps two fingers to his brow in salute before his shadows spread out and envelope him, then quickly recede into nothing.
I crane my head back to look at Cian and grin, “So… you think you could show me how to make a tentacle?”
His eyes widen with shock and I quirk a brow as I watch a blush spread down his neck and over his cheeks before he nods slowly.
Oh, this is gonna befun.
Chapter twenty-nine
Yeah...This one's just Smut
Cian
“Oh, f—fffuuckkk!” I gasp and tug on the ectoplasm vine holding my wrists above my head. My girl is a fucking quick study. After some practice conjuring ectoplasm she decided to go with vines over tentacles—something about childhood fantasies of Poison Ivy, and I have to admit, that vision did a hell of a lot more for me than the tentacles anyway.
Trissa releases my cock from her mouth with a pop and I whine as need scratches at my sanity. She crawls up my overstimulated body, her peaked nipples rubbing along my chest as she straddles me, resting her ass just above my aching cock.
And I almost fucking sob. “Please, love. Please.” My hips buck up, desperate for some friction.
“Shhh, you have your safe word. If it’s too much, use it. Otherwise,” she lifts her hips slightly and grinds back over my cock, covering it with her slick. “You’ll be a good boy and let me have my fun.”
An electric pulse shoots through my veins as she speaks, and I can feel precum leaking from my tip.Crissakes.I might actuallycome like this. I shake my head and pull on my bonds again, “I can’t go much longer, love. I—I’m not going to last.”
