Page 46 of November Reign
“Green,” he gasped.
His tears were stunning, making his blue eyes look like a summer sea. I felt him getting close again, so I let go of his cock and stilled my fingers in his peachy ass. He gave a sob, more tears leaking out. He was so damn beautiful like this. Better than I’d dreamed.
Even after days of being holed up in his room, only leaving to get more food, I couldn’t get enough of him. The real world could wait. All I wanted was to enjoy this honeymoon phase where Thyme was mine and only mine. We didn’t have the coven or Basil to worry about in his bedroom. Only what was happening between us.
I loved him. All of him. I was pretty sure he loved me, too. We just hadn’t said the words. Yet.
One day soon, when all the mess with Basil was done, I would tell him how I felt about him. I’d tell him I wanted a life with him by my side as my husband. It was the future I saw for us. He was it for me.
Babies. I wanted a family with him. Either our own with magic, or adopted. It didn’t matter. I just wanted to raise little people with him. Teach them, mold theminto a better generation than the one we had come from.
All that truly mattered was that Thyme was by my side through it all. With him next to me, we could achieve anything.
“Gonna fuck you hard, then feed you. Want that?” I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Yes! Please,” Thyme begged as he writhed on the bed.
He’d been so good for me, I’d give him a break. Treat him nicely, then make him cry again later. Much later.
Hiking his legs over my hips, I thrust inside him in one move. He was so soft and open to me after all our hours of play. He felt amazing around my cock as I flexed my hips and drove in and out of him.
“So perfect,” I growled. “Let go, baby. Come when you want. You don’t have to hold back anymore.”
His eyes met mine with such trust and affection. His cheeks were flushed with pleasure, his mouth open with a soundless cry, his back bowed as he gave in and came over his stomach.
I leaned down over him, scooped some of his spend, and fed it to him. “I’ll feed you properly later.”
“Oak, please,” he cried. His lips met mine in a messy kiss. I tasted him on his tongue. It drove me wild.
I shifted one leg higher, changing the angle until it sent me over the edge, the squeeze of his musclesmilking my orgasm from me. Was it possible to die from an orgasm? I swear my breath stopped for a second.
Instead of pulling out when I came back to myself, I untied him and kissed his wrists. They were slightly red from all the struggling and straining against his binds he’d been doing. Then I turned onto my back, bringing Thyme to lie on my chest. We were still connected. I wasn’t ready to leave his body.
Thyme nuzzled against my chest, then promptly fell asleep. I stayed where I was until I softened enough I slipped free of him. Even then, with come leaking down his thighs, I just held him.
He fit beautifully where he was, as if my body was made to hold him. Thyme was older than me by nearly twenty years, not that it mattered thanks to our witch life spans, so maybe I had been. Maybe we were always meant to find each other.
I looked down at his sleeping face, fixing it in my memory to treasure for the hard days ahead. Gently, I kissed his forehead and eased him onto the mattress. The room was warm, but I covered him with a blanket so he wouldn’t wake. Time to get my man adecent meal.
Hela joined me on my walk to the kitchen. I’d thrown on a robe with little other option. The rest of my stuff was still in my hotel room. I was just grateful I’d thought to call and book it for longer, so they didn’t throw it out. With Basil watching me closely, I didn’t want the risk of going back there to get it. I wasn’t gambling on anyone’s safety and Barr couldn’t portal into the hotel.
The attack ruined the clothes I had worn. At some point, I’d have to get something decent to wear, but that meant seeing other people. Hard pass. Seeing the others meant letting the real world into my bubble with Thyme. No thanks.
My hope for an empty kitchen came true. The place was spotlessly clean and free of our housemates. Hela stalked over to her food dish and chirped at me. Once I fed her, gave her some pets, I checked out the fridge and the pantry before deciding to make a stir-fry for Thyme. He needed protein, carbs, and vegetables after all the energy and magic he’d used over the last few days. First the magic to get to me, then heal me.Then there was all the sex. We had to be burning the calories.
I was halfway through when Damon wandered into the kitchen. He made a beeline for the fruit bowl, picked up an apple, then took a seat at the counter to watch me cook.
“Wondered when you’d show your face,” he muttered. He took a bite of his crisp red apple and chewed obnoxiously.
Thyme had told me of his breakthrough with Damon, which sounded great for them. I wasn’t anywhere near as friendly feeling towards the ex-hitman. Yeah, I might have understood why he asked me to leave, but I couldn’t help but feel he wouldn’t have treated Thyme the same if he’d confessed to having contact with Basil.
“Just making an early dinner, or late lunch, I guess, for Thyme.”
“So he’s still alive? I thought maybe you’d killed each other with the noises coming out of your room. Figured since you were here, maybe it was my brother who didn’t make it.”
Damon may have said it casually, but there was a bite to his words. He was angry at us. Or me. Most likely me.
“We just needed some time to ourselves. I needed to recover—“
