Usually his lack of actually answering would annoy me, but I believe him. He was spelled to think he was in love. He was kidnapped, tied up, and visions of love and happiness—even having his own family—were forced into his head. That would fuck anyone up.
“What the hell happened?” Gilbert asks, looking at each of us.
“I think Ace channeled something,” Thomas explains slowly. “And I saw it through her?”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I think that’s right.”
“What did you see?” Gilbert’s on the edge of the couch, blue eyes wide.
Thomas looks at me, and then at Jacques, and I get it. He doesn’t want to speak of Braeya’s death in front of Jacques. Thomas looks Gilbert in the eyes, and something unspoken is said between them. Gil nods and leans back against the couch.
“I feel kind of sick,” I admit, and run my hand over my face. Thomas wraps his arm around my waist and leads me up the stairs. We’re both still unsettled, and I’m thankful for a moment alone to gather my thoughts.
“That was fucked up,” Thomas says when he closes my bedroom door. I sit on the bed, processing everything. “But now we know why we were blamed for her death. You don’t think—”
“No. He didn’t do it.” My heart starts to slow and I fall back against my pillows. “I’ve had dreams or visions or something,” I admit. “I’ve seen what she did to him. How much she got into his head. He wouldn’t hurt her.”
“This is fucked up,” he repeats, and lies down next to me. “Are you all right?”
“I think so.” I turn my head, taking solace in his crystal-clear eyes. “I didn’t break the curse, but something happened. Honestly, I didn’t expect a damn thing to happen.”
“You’re so confident in everything but magic,” Thomas says, moving onto his side and shifting his wings underneath him. Hand landing on the curve of my hip, he gently kisses my neck. “You need to start believing. You have power inside of you, Ace.”
I cuddle up against him, snaking my arms around his shoulders, and find the comfort I’m looking for. His large body spoons around mine, making me feel safe and protected. Gently, he kisses the back of my neck.
“What you did might not have been what you hoped to do,” he whispers. “But it was amazing, Ace.Youare amazing.”
My heart speeds up, and tears bite the corners of my eyes. I feel so much for him right now, and it’s more than physical. I’ve offered my heart to him, and though it’s battered and bruised, he took it willingly, never blinking an eye at the mistakes I’ve made.
He likes me for me, and as lame as it sounds, I’ve never had this before. Not with friendships. Not with relationships. The bond I have with Thomas borders both: he’s my friend as much as he is my lover, and I never feel like I have to hide anything from him.
Thomas runs his fingers up and down my back, starting off innocently enough. Then he inches my shirt up, deft fingers finding the clasp on my bra, and undoes it with one hand. He pulls me onto him, and I straddle his waist, feeling his already hard cock press against me. I raise my hands over my head, letting him strip me. He cups my breasts in his hands, bending his knees so his cock rubs against me.
“You are powerful, Ace,” he growls, running his hands from my breasts to my shoulders and bringing me down so he can kiss me. “And it’s fucking sexy.” In a swift movement, he flips us over, and with him now on top, he kisses his way down my neck, over my abdomen, stopping only to remove my pants.
Still reeling from the spell, the same desperation fuels us both. I want to feel him inside me, fucking me into oblivion so I don’t have to think about anything else other than how good his cock feels. And he wants the same.
I’m naked in front of him, and he moves away only to remove his own clothing. He dives down between my legs, not wasting a single second. His tongue, wet and warm, lashes against me, trailing up my pussy and flicking my clit.
I moan when he sucks me, working his tongue with impressive speed. Tipping my head up, I watch him eat me out, getting hotter from the sight of his head between my legs. The fervor between us is always strong, just like it is with Hasan and Gilbert too. But having gone through something together, something fucked up and, in all honesty, something scary, bonds us closer at the moment.
Neither of us want to forget, but we don’t want to think about it right now either. Thomas is doing a damn good job making sure the only thing I can think about is how close I am to coming, how good his tongue feels as it licks my pussy. He lashes his tongue out again, groaning as he laps up every drop of wetness I give him.
Something about doing magic turned me on too, making the orgasm come on strong and fast. Thomas plunges a finger inside me right before I come, stroking my G-spot and feeling my pussy tighten as I come. As soon as the orgasm is over, he moves away, going to the side of the bed and guiding me down so my head is hanging over the edge.
With his cock in his hand he steps up, stroking the long, thick shaft. I reach out above my head, one hand landing on his ass, and pull him to me, welcoming his cock into my mouth. He leans forward, supporting himself with one hand, and rubs my clit with the other, not stopping until I’m coming again.
He’s getting close too and begrudgingly pulls his hips away, not wanting me to stop sucking his dick but wanting to finish inside me. I squeeze his ass, giving him one final hard suck before he steps back, and push myself back down on the mattress.
On the bed in a second flat, I bend my knees up and grab his cock, guiding it to my entrance. Propping himself up on his elbows, he spreads his wings above me and pushes his cock deep inside, groaning with pleasure.
“Fuck me hard,” I pant, and those three words are all it takes for Thomas to go animalistic, thrusting in and out hard and fast. My head hits the headboard behind me, but we don’t stop.
I grab Thomas’s ass, digging my nails into his flesh, lifting my hips so he hits me at just the right angle. I know he’s close to coming, and I know he’ll wait until I come again. He bends his head down, lips finding the sweet spot on my neck, and tingles shoot through me. My pussy contracts around his dick, and he grunts, burying his cock as deep inside me as he can. We climax at the same time, both panting, hearts racing together.
Thomas pulls out and lies next to me, wrapping me in his arms. I snuggle closer, eyes falling shut. Performing magic and then having mind-blowing sex suddenly catches up to me, and exhaustion crashes down on me. We lie there together for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to move.
Then Thomas gets up and starts the shower, knowing the water needs a good few minutes to warm up. He takes my hands and helps me to my feet, and gets in the shower with me, washing my hair and massaging my shoulders.
