My orgasm hits me with devastating totality. A delicious mixture of heat and fullness and the slight bite of sensual pain as my body adjusts for him, makes room for him, takes him deeper than I knew anyone could be.
I clench down on him hard, all my inner muscles pulsating in waves of unimaginable pleasure, and it throws Callum over the edge, too.
With a hoarse shout, he spills into me. His knot seats in me fully and it draws my orgasm out, sets off more tremors that rock me from the tips of my toes all the way to the crown of my head. Wave after wave of it, so powerful it leaves me momentarily on another plane entirely. Ascended to the realm of bliss.
It’s only the soft, insistent glimmer behind my eyelids that brings me back, and I blink in wonder at what I see.
All around us, magick bursts into sparkling, effervescent light. A slow cascade of golden filaments wraps close and cocoons us, creating our own little world of peace and pleasure. Overwhelming and all-encompassing, that magick settles against my skin and deeper, nestling itself into every inch of me.
Foreheads pressed together, both of us still trying to catch our breath, we stay that way until most of it settles, leaving only a faint glow on both our skin.
Callum kisses me soft and slow, then pulls away and gives his head a rueful shake.
“We’re going to be here for a while. Like this. Until, uh, until my…”
He shifts his hips and I catch his drift. Even though he already came, his knot is still hard as ever inside me.
“How long does it last?”
A bit of color on his cheeks. “I don’t know. I’ve never knotted anyone before.”
“Never?” Something warm and satisfied blooms in my chest. Good. I’d fucking hate it if he’d ever shared this with someone else.
“Never. It’s something that only happens when a demon finds their mate.”
More magick, sparking deep in the center of my chest.
Warm and soft and right, it curls around my heart and stays there.
“I think I like that,” I whisper, and his face melts into a smile that makes all that magick glow even more brightly.
“I do, too, star.”
Later, when Callum and I are half-asleep in the enormous, sunken tub in the room’s attached bath, I feel it again.
That pang in my chest. That tug near my heart. The shiny, golden, wonderfully tender thread connecting me to him to the Goddess and the whole world. The whole universe, right here between us.
He carried me here while his knot was still hard and heavy inside me. He lowered us both into the water and ran his hands up and down my back, through my damp hair, over my face and my hips and every inch of me he could touch. While he did, he murmured endearments and praise, telling me how well I did, how good it felt to knot me, how he’d stay in me forever if he could.
Between those lovely little bits of whispered filth that did absolutely nothing to help his knot subside any faster, wehad a quick and slightly awkward—considering he was still buried inside me—conversation about how witches use birth control, and how we have nothing to be worried about in that department.
I’ve got a potions master for a sister, after all. She taught me how to brew a contraceptive tonic the first time a boy ever asked me out on a date.
I suppose I’ll have to be forever grateful if it means I can have my demon just like this, without the potential of any little winged, half-demon babies running around anytime soon.
We both relaxed until we were in a near-trance, letting the lap of the water and the press of our bodies soothe away any worries of tomorrow—for now, at least.
And now, after he’s softened and slipped out of me, neither of us has made a move to disentangle.
I certainly won’t be the one to make the first move.
If it means putting off the inevitable for even a little longer, I’ll stay here all night savoring it. I’ll stubbornly pretend this is the only thing in any of the thirteen realms that’s real.
Me. Callum. Nothing else matters tonight.
It’s easy enough to believe as I close my eyes and let the warmth of him, the strength of him, the pure, simple pleasure of being here, right here with him, lull me to sleep.
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