He groans. “I have such an amazing mate. Very thoughtful–” he kisses beneath my ear. “Exceptionally Beautiful–” another kiss, this time right near his mate mark. “Kind and loving,” a final kiss on the mark, making me moan.
“I’m the one who is lucky,” I whisper, barely able to speak.
“You know how sexy you look right now?” He whispers in my ear as he grinds his erection against my lower back and ass. One hand rubbing my belly as the other slides up my side to my breast. They have been really sore lately, and when he massages and squeezes, I moan obscenely loud from the relief and pleasure.
“Sensitive–” he groans as he pinches my nipple. “deliciously reactive–” he slides his hand down to my clit, flicking the nub hard. “I love the way you respond to me, mate,” he growls, low and deep as he starts grinding his hips against me.
Suddenly, he turns us around and leans me forward, my hands catching on the countertop to hold myself in place. My ass pushes back into his erection. He pulls down the skirt and underwear I’m wearing, leaving me bare beneath the waist. He wastes no time taking off his own pants and underwear, leaving us half-naked in the kitchen together.
I know he can scent my arousal; it permeates the kitchen. I’m already soaked and don’t need any foreplay. He lines himself up behind me and thrusts his cock to the hilt in one fluid motion. He wraps one of his arms and hands along my lower belly, holding it reverently as he fucks me hard and fast.
“I am lucky to have a mate like you,” he praises, as I hold myself still. He suddenly grabs my left leg with his hand and stretches my leg up, forcing my foot on top of the counter. The new angle makes us both groan, as I feel stretched out around his fat, thick cock. He’s able to get deeper now, the ridge of his head rubbing against my G-spot. Ohfuck.
He groans, “oh fuck, little one. Look how well you take this demon cock.” The praise made me moan as his other hand reached up to my breast. With me leaning over, I feel like I’mbeing milked.
He pounds hard into me, his balls slap my clit every time he is fully seated inside me. It was like a hot spark constantly zapping through my clit from the solid impact.
“I love you more than anything. Thank you for trusting me, and continuing to trust me,” he murmurs. My heart soars at his words.
“I always will. I love you too.” White hot pleasure slams into me, my walls locking around him. He pushes his knot in, making my vision go blurry from the blinding pleasure. I erupt and fall apart on his length, his warm, strong arms wrapping around me, holding me upright and close as he fills me with his seed, moaning behind me.
As we are coming down from the orgasm, the timer suddenly goes off for the oven, making me jump in his arms. He chuckles as he holds me steady, helping me to calm down. He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Go ahead and sit down Blair. I’ll take the food out of the oven.” I nod to him in agreement, warmth spreading through my chest.
* * *
There was something Asmodeus said that kept popping up in my head, but slipped when I tried to think about it. When Thea texted me to ask me how the baby and I were doing, it finally dawned on me what it was. He said that she healed us. Does that mean she was a witch? I mean, it would make sense; she did have that whole vibe going on, and so did her house.
As I was pondering about it, another instance came back to me when I was scratched that second time, and the woundswere ghastly and painful. The pain had stopped suddenly when she hugged and touched me. If she was able to heal, I bet she did that for me without my knowledge. Why wouldn’t she tell me?
Me: I'm sure Asmodeus thanked you already, but I wanted to reiterate how much I appreciate you saving me and my baby's life. I'm sure we wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for you.
Thea: Of course sweetie. I'm glad I was there and could help.
Me: Can I ask you about it?
Thea: Sure, you can ask me anything.
Me: How were you able to heal us?
Thea: With extremely strong healing magic.
Me: Does that mean you're a witch?
Thea: Technically yes, and technically no. Healers are their own species. But they have magic just like witches do. Some do consider us witches.
Me: I'm going to take a guess here and say your magic only involves healing and no other forms?
Thea: That's correct. Some people can even use multiple kinds of magic. But my family line is strictly healing.
Huh… interesting. There are pieces here that fit, but there are still things that need to be answered that I don’t have information on yet. It seems like there was quite a few things in this world that went unnoticed and hidden from humans. There was a part of me that thought we purposely ignored it, claiming ignorance because it was easier than admitting the truth to ourselves.
After the conversation I had with Asmodeus and his assumption that I was not human, I went ahead and wentthrough all my boxes to find my mother’s collection that I had kept after her death. Thank god for not wanting to get rid of all this and keeping it all. There were apparently three boxes full of books, documents, and journals she had.
A lot of it was stuff I had never seen before. Where in the world was she keeping it when I was younger? It’s not like we had a lot of space growing up. My parents had worked hard, and we lived in a small house that they had rented when they were newly married and were ready to settle down with one another. It was only a 1,200 square foot house.
It was a bit of a sore spot going through her things. After she died, I had everything packed away that I had planned on keeping, and selling or getting rid of everything else. I had put it away somewhere where I wouldn’t be reminded. It was challenging to see her things and not want to cry.
Asmodeus was doing his typical caveman routine of not allowing me to pick up anything over the weight of five pounds since I learned I was pregnant. I rolled my eyes when he asked me where I wanted the three boxes, but I told him where, and he brought all of them from the garage into the house for me, putting them upstairs in the loft. He had helped me set up a cozy little library space with a giant, fuzzy chaise lounge in the center of the room and a small desk along the wall in between the bookshelves.
