We continue sparring, practicing our moves and perfecting my defenses. I spin around, ready to land a kick right between Hasan’s legs, when he jumps up, wings spread.
“No fair,” I pant, lowering my leg. I wouldn’t really kick him that hard in the dick. I happen to like his big dick too much to risk hurting it. “I can’t fly.”
“Your opponents are rarely your equal,” he tells me. There’s something sexy about a guy with an accent, and something even sexier about a guy with an accent who can get your blood pumping the way Hasan just did.
“Right. And once I learn to do this—” I flick my hand out, trying to conjure the flames. Nothing happens. I shake my head at myself and lower my hand. “Then I’ll be the one on top.”
Hasan suddenly advances, taking me by the waist. “I do like when you’re on top.” He crushes me in an embrace, lips landing on the side of my neck. “Your heart is beating fast.” He flattens his large paw of a hand over my chest, feeling my pulse.
“Sign of a good workout, right?”
He nods, gathering my hair in his hand. “Why did you want to hit something?”
I let my eyes fall shut and my head rest against his firm chest. “It’s just…I don’t know.”
He moves away only so he can give me an incredulous look. “I don’t believe you.”
“You shouldn’t. Because I do know.” Letting out another breath to try and steady my breathing, I turn away from Hasan to grab my water. I take a drink, pass the water to Hasan, and sit on the stone steps leading to the house. “I’ve been wondering a lot lately if my mom knew about this…about the magic. It would be so much easier if she’d told me about it, or left some sort of cryptic ‘if-you’re-watching-this-then-I’m-dead’ sort of video for me to watch that explains it all. I just…I feel alone.”
“You’re not alone.” He says each word slowly and deliberately. His words, though simple, strike something inside of me, and the tears I fought off earlier threaten to come back.
“I know,” I whisper, eyes shutting. “I know.”
Hasan takes me in his arms, lifting me to my feet. I let him pull me right to him, relaxing in his strong embrace. He tips my chin up and kisses me. I surrender to him, kissing him back with desperation.
Hasan picks me up, still kissing me, and carries me into the house. We’re alone now, with the others off flying around the night, on the lookout for danger. Hasan shuts the door behind him with more force than necessary, and the blow echoes through the house, rattling the pictures hanging on the wall.
“I need to fuck you, Ace,” he growls. One of the best things about getting in bed with Hasan is how direct and animalistic he is. He’s not afraid to tell me exactly what he wants. He’s even less afraid to just do it. I’m his for the taking, and fuck, I love it.
With me still in his arms, he crosses through the house, going to the kitchen. He lifts me up, placing me on the kitchen counter. I wrap my arms around his neck, widening my legs and welcoming him in between. He steps forward, lips on mine once again.
“Ace,” he growls, taking his lips from mine. He puts them on my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin. I toss my head back and let my hands slide down his broad shoulders and over his muscular chest, feeling every ridge of muscle and every line of scar covering his skin. A warrior through and through, the battle scars left on this beast of a man prove how lethal he is, reminding me how intense things are about to get.
He brings his mouth to my neck again, teeth grazing my skin before biting harder, sending a shock to my system and causing desire to swirl inside me. He wraps my ponytail around his hand and jerks my head to the side, further exposing my neck. I’m a sucker once I’m kissed there, and Hasan and the twins know it. It’s my kryptonite, and I’m more than okay with them all using it to their advantage.
I bring my hands down to the waist of the dark jeans he’s wearing, circling my thumb over the metal button. His cock is starting to get hard, and feeling it rise and stiffen against me makes me so fucking wet. Slowly, I undo the button, feeling the tip of his cock already sticking out the top of his pants. The zipper goes down on its own, unable to hold back his erection. I slide one hand inside, spreading precum down his shaft. He groans, head drooping forward from my touch. I continue to jerk him off, bringing my hand up, circling the tip of his cock with my thumb, and then moving my hand back down until I cup his balls.
One of his hands slides down my back, feeling for the hook on my bra. I lean away, removing my hands from inside his pants. He groans, missing my touch already.
“It’s in the front,” I whisper, slowly pulling down the zipper of the bra. He licks his lips, eyeing my breasts, and eagerly takes over undressing me, pushing the straps of my bra over my shoulders until it falls down my arms.
Arching my back, I hold onto his biceps as he leans in, kissing his way down my neck until he reaches my breasts. Taking one in his mouth, he gives a hard suck and circles his tongue around my nipple. Heat rushes through me, making me more and more desperate for his touch.
He straightens up, mouth going to mine again, and kisses me like his life depends on it. I scoot closer to the edge of the counter, wrapping my legs around him, rubbing my clit against his cock. The fabric of our pants is in the way, but it still feels good. Still kissing me, Hasan reaches down and pulls my shoes off, letting them drop to the kitchen floor with a dull thud.
Then he puts both hands on my shoulders and pushes me back, until I’m lying on the island counter. Roughly, he sweeps his hands down and hooks his fingers into the elastic waist of my shorts and yanks them off, leaving me in my pale yellow panties.
Modern undergarments are still new enough to him that they turn him on even more. If I were to go out and get actual lingerie, I think his head would explode. I smile at the thought of it, loving the effect I have on the guys.
There’s nothing traditional about us. Gargoyle aside, everything about our relationship is different. And I love it.
Hasan moves down, trailing kisses from my breasts to my stomach, stopping just above my pussy. He spreads my legs wider and tosses one over his shoulder. Knowing how much I hate being teased, he slowly walks his fingers up and down my thigh, mouth hovering over my core, breath warming me even through the fabric of my underwear.
I lift my ass into the air, pushing my pelvis against him. My clit is begging to be touched. Licked. Sucked. Stroked.
Fuck. I need him. Now.
Hasan takes a hold of my panties and practically rips them off, throwing them over his shoulder with haste. This time, he dives right in, mouth open, and I gasp loudly with pleasure as soon as his tongue lashes against me.
