Page 70 of November Reign
We all drank and wished for a chance for the coven, for demonkin, to live their lives without the threat of war or slavery to witches who wanted to misuse magic.
Then I took Oak for a much needed shower. His injuries were more superficial than Damon’s. The bruising would last longer than I’d like. Now that Basil was dealt with, I could maybe research better healing techniques. We couldn’t always run to Sweetwater to have their healers get every little thing fixed up.
“Hmm,” Oak murmured as I ran the soapy washcloth over his body, washing away the lingering grime from the battle.
“I’m so glad it’s all over.”
Oak pulled me close. My arms encircled him, resting on his muscled back. We just stood there under the spray for a while.
“I’m so glad I get a future with you in it. If it had been you and not Damon, I’m not sure I could have taken the shot. The thought of hurting you, even to help you, makes me physically ill.”
“Good thing we won’t be in a situation like that again. It’s over. We can make our own future now.”
He peeled my arms off him and bent to go on one knee. “This is not a proposal,” he warned at my sharp intake of breath, “but the promise of one. This is me choosing you for life. Soon, in a few weeks once we know which way is up or down, I’m going to ask you to marry me.”
“Why not now?”
Oak stood and gathered me close. “Because when people ask, and you know they will, I don’t want our proposal story be set on the day I killed—“
“Fair,” I interrupted, not wanting to think back on the battle. “You’re right. When you do it, don’t make a spectacle. Something small.”
“Or maybe you can propose.” He laughed. “I’m man enough I won’t feel any kind of way if you ask first.”
“Noted.”
Part of what made us work was that we were equals. The thought of proposing to Oak set off a flutter in my belly. Maybe he needed to be chosen like that more than I needed it. An idea took root, only for me to be distracted by Oak switching off the water.
“Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long ass day.”
Waking to gentle kisses was always a hell yes, especially when those kisses were leading to my very interested dick.
I tangled my fingers in Oak’s hair as he took me into his mouth. Then, thinking better of it, I reached for the lube.
“Want you inside me,” I told him, passing him the bottle.
He let go of me with a pop. “I can just suck you.”
“No. Fuck me, please.”
“As you wish.”
The words always made me smile, reminding me of the movie I loved. I used to watch it with Damon when he was tiny, though I doubt he remembered that time. Most of his blocked memories hadn’t returned. Not a surprise since he was so young when we were separated.
Oak worked me open while kissing, licking and sucking my cock and balls. When I was hanging over the precipice, ready to come, I cupped his face and tried to pull him up to me. I wanted those lips on mine.
My gasp was loud when he slid inside me. I loved the stretch as he filled me right up. I clung to him, lips seeking his as he moved.
He started off with slow shallow thrusts, going faster and deeper when I shifted my hips with him.
It was sensual. We stared into each other’s eyes, shared breath and rocked together. His hair fell in a curtain, blocking out the world so it was only us.
Love shone in his eyes as he looked at me. I always wanted to see that on his face.
We came within seconds of each other. The feel of his release spurred mine on.
Still, I didn’t let him go, encouraging him to slump over me. He tried to keep the bulk of his massive frame off me, but I kind of liked being smooshed into the mattress. It was comforting to feel so much of his skin against mine. To smell his sweat and the natural scent he had. I still had my fingers in his hair.
“Stay,” I urged when he tried to break away.
