“What else is new?” I spit, and shake my head. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Obviously. How could you do something so stupid?”
“I’m not stupid,” I snap.
“No,you’re not. But what you did was. Contacting spirits is advanced magic, and even if you know how to do it, you shouldn’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“It’s dangerous. You don’t know who you’re contacting.”
“Then what’s the point of having powers?” I throw up my hands and turn away.
“To do good in the world.”
I clench my jaw, heart racing. “I have powers and I want to use them how I want to. I’m not you, okay? I didn’t join some crazy organization to fight the darkness and do God’s work.”
“But you did,” he says, rounding on me. “You joined the police force. Religion isn’t part of being a police officer, but you joined a ‘crazy organization’ to fight a different type of darkness.”
I put my head in my hands and squeeze my eyes closed. He’s right, and it’s frustrating me that I can’t make my point. “I know. I just…I just…”
“You just didn’t care about the risks?”
“No. Well, yes, I did. I didn’t think the spell would even work, let alone open a fucking rift.”
“You should have! You’re powerful, Ace. And magic always has consequences.”
“Obviously.” I wave my hand at his wings. I let out a breath and close my eyes for a second. “I just wanted to talk to my mom, okay? Call me selfish, tell me I’m using magic for personal gain or whatever, I don’t care. If the spell works, I’ll do it again. You left your family, but I didn’t. Mine was taken away from me and I’ve struggled with it my whole life. And now that I have powers and know demons killed my parents…yeah, I guess it is wrong. But I want answers and I’m not sorry about that.”
I turn and walk away, going up the rear staircase that leads from the kitchen to a hallway upstairs. Jacques flies up and over the balcony, landing near my bedroom door.
“Ace,” he starts, face softening. “I’m sorry.”
I stop just a foot from him, feeling the heat coming off his body. “Me too. I didn’t think the spell would—”
He cuts me off with a kiss, and I melt into him. Carefully, he pulls me close, fingers gently brushing over my bruises as he pushes my hair to the side, moving his lips from my mouth to my neck. His tongue darts out against my skin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake, moving across my collarbone. My eyes fall shut and I let my head fall back, fastening my arms around his neck. My heart speeds up, but not out of indignation this time. Jacques brings his mouth back to mine, sweeping his hand up to the back of my head. He takes a fistful of my hair, kissing me harder. The desperation is tangible, weakening my knees.
“Ace,” he growls, pulling his face away from mine just enough to look me in the eyes. His are full of passion and hunger, saying more than words ever could. I gulp in air, needing to hold onto him for support. Having someone look at you like this is as powerful as magic. “I’ll stop.” His lips brush against mine as he talks, fighting against himself to pull back. “I know you’re tired.”
My eyes flutter open and closed, heat spreading through my entire body. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Are you sure?” He closes the distance between us, bringing his hand down from my hair to the small of my back, pressing my hips against his. I feel his cock start to harden, sending another jolt through me. Iamtired. And sore.
But I’m so turned on, so in love with him, all I can think about is his body on mine. Instead of answering with words, I cup his face and kiss him hard, tongue darting into his mouth. Jac folds me in an embrace, gently picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
My heart races and my stomach flutters as he lays me down on the mattress. This isn’t new. It’s not the first time we’ve made love. But knowing Jac sees me—the real me, flaws, mistakes, and all—and still wants me, does me in.
Carefully, he moves on top of me. I widen my legs and grab his ass, pulling him down. I’m injured but not on my deathbed. His wings are spread out behind him like a cloak, blocking out any light and trapping me in darkness. I can’t really see him, only feel him.
He kisses his way down my neck, pushing up my shirt and sweeping his lips over my stomach. I tense with anticipation, pussy growing wet. Slowly, his fingers hook over the elastic waistband of my PJ pants, inching them down with practiced patience. I slit my eyes open, catching a glimpse of his face illuminated in the moonlight.
Lifting my ass off the mattress, I help him strip me of my pants. I don’t have underwear on, and Jac goes right in, putting his mouth to my core. I gasp and press my head back against the pillow, bringing one hand to his head and taking a tangle of the sheet with the other.
His tongue rapidly lashes out against my clit, causing a surge of desire to crash over me. I feel like I could come already, and I have no intention of letting him pull back and draw this out.
“Oh my God,” I pant, bucking my hips against his face. “Don’t stop.”
With a growl he picks up the pace, slipping his hands under my thighs and sliding them up to my ass. One of his fingers sweeps over my asshole. It’s a new sensation for me, something I’ve never tried before, but it doesn’t make me tense. I trust Jac not to hurt me, not to push me to do anything I’m not comfortable with.
