Page 53 of November Reign
The tension in the room was stifling while Oak and Damon bickered and baited each other through the training.
Many of the assembled witches vanished, hopefully to report to Basil about the animosity, not only between me and Oak, but Damon and Oak, too.
In fact, there was a clear distance between us all. Cody was polite, the demons barely looked at Oak, Parker was nowhere to be seen. We all kept him at arm’s length.
It was exhausting. I hated any minute of rejecting Oak.
After the last coven member left, Oak and Parker did a full sweep of the mansion. Not just the areas we knew other witches had been in, but every room, just in case someone had wandered.
“We’re clear,” Parker announced.
“No magic,” Oak added. He came to me and wrapped me in his arms. I took the first full breath in what felt like all day. Being apart from him was too hard. I hoped we didn’t have to do it for long.
“Sorry about today,” Damon offered a quiet apology to Oak. “You didn’t have a chance against that many. I might have, only because Magnus taught me to fight shifters at the start.”
I remembered Damon telling me about Magnus. He was the shifter who had trained him and Parker. He was actually listed as his and Parker’s adoptive father, thanks to the new identity Parker had forged.
“It’s fine. We’re going to have to ignore anything we say during the day and only apologize for the things we truly meant. If we keep score it’ll only hurt more.” Oak rested his chin on the top of my head. Considering some of the things Damon had fired at Oak, that was pretty magnanimous of him.
After so long pretending to hate each other, I’d felt cold. I soaked in his warmth, not wanting to leave the safety of his arms.
“I’m cooking tonight. Why don’t you come to the kitchen in an hour?” Damon gave me a significant look.
Ooh, time alone with Oak.
“See you in an hour!” I grabbed Oak’s hand and pulled him after me towards my bedroom.
As soon as the door was closed, Oak had me pinned against it, hoisted up by his magic, his mouth fused to mine.
“I missed you,” I got out as Oak trailed kisses along my jaw. He nipped at my earlobe and my cock went from semi to hard in an instant. The lack of blood flow to my brain made me dizzy. “Oak! Please.”
We shed our clothes and made our way to the bed slowly, unable to stop kissing and touching for long.
Not wanting to wait, I pushed Oak back onto the bed using a bit of magic, then crawled into his lap. I took our cocks in my hand and stroked them. The dryfriction was borderline painful, so I spat into my hand rather than waste time getting the lube.
Oak chuckled. “Here,” he gave me a generous blob of the lubricant onto my hand.
I kissed him in thanks, then rocked my hips. The slide of our cocks in my fist rubbing together was divine. I tossed my head back in a moan.
A bite to my Adam’s apple had me opening my eyes. Oak looked up at me with a devilish smirk.
“Missed you, too, angel.” He took a firm grip of my hips to control my movements. We moved together, our pleasure spiraling higher and higher. “Tomorrow I’m going to fuck you and plug you. Had a toy sent here just for you.”
A filthy sound tore from my mouth at just the thought.
“Hmm, you like that, don’t you? Do you think we can sneak off so I can fill you up at lunchtime?”
That was game over for me. I came all over my hand and Oak’s dick with a whine. I caught my breath and leaned down to take him into my mouth, tasting myself and his precome. The taste of us combined was heady.
When he came, it was with a shout before he collapsed back onto the bed.
I flopped down next to him, then was pulled onto his wide chest.
“Do you think today worked?”
“Won’t know until Basil contacts me. Hope so.”
“Me too. Not sure how long I can pretend to hate you.”
