Page 11 of The Magic of Destiny
“You're a dick,” she breathed.
I chuckled. “Gotta give you an incentive to behave. But just remember, little witch,” I whispered, running a finger across her bottom lip. “Anytime, anywhere, I will spank the living hell out of this juicy ass. Then, if you're lucky, I just might fuck it.”
Her mouth popped open, and I ground my hardness against her core, letting her get a little friction on her perfect pussy. Bram called my name from inside the house, and I slowly let her down and stepped back, willing my cock to deflate.
“I'm going to spank you later for your audacity,” she hissed like a wildcat.
Baby girl does not like being left wanting. Noted. But I bet she keeps her ass at the house while we're gone. She can anger fuck me later.
“I love you,” I said, stealing a kiss before she could object, and then darting away as she swatted my ass.
“I love you, too,” she grumbled. “Be careful!”
After being thoroughly aroused and then left high and dry—well, high and wet—I was a little pissy. Especially when I got more kisses and teasing touches before they'd all taken off. Dirty, dirty boys. Always wielding their peens like weapons. It was probably a good thing girls didn't have peens. I would be a damn menace if I had one. First thing I'd do would be to cyclone it around.
“What are you laughing about?” Faris asked me. We were sitting in the yard, the sun warm enough overhead to make me seek out a nice shady spot under a large willow in the far corner of our property. I'd brought a quilt to sit on, and we were all set up to start doing some basic magic.
“I was just thinking about how I'd be if I had a dick,” I told him casually, just as he popped a handful of dry macaroni noodles in his mouth. He promptly began coughing. “Shit. Oh gods, Faris! Are you choking?”
He held up a hand and waved me off, his eyes watering. “F–fine. I'm fine.”
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly, and he laughed.
“Why were you thinking about that?” he asked in a curious tone.
“Well, it kind of started when I thought about Cam teasing me, and then I thought about how guys can just grow a tool of delicious torture like it’s nothing. Then you can use said tool in wicked ways. I mean, I'd do it too if I had a cock,” I said with a shrug.
“As someone who’s recently acquired a cock of his very own, I have to tell you,” he whispered, leaning in and beckoning me closer, “it's fucking amazing. It can do so many cool things. Swings around, grows, shrinks, tilts to the left. It reacts spectacularly to most things. Like, it has a mind of its own.” His eyes widened. “By the stars. Do you think it's possessed? Like how Fischer was kind of possessed by me? Maybe my cock is possessed by Fischer's cock spirit? Oh please, I can't take any more of this sorcery!”
I couldn't breathe, my stomach was aching from how hard I was laughing. Leaning back, I threw my arm over my eyes. I was having a moment, like all the stress of the past several weeks was bubbling over, and this was legit the funniest shit I'd ever heard.
“I'm... I'm picturing an apparition of Fish's c–cock!” I howled, and Faris' laughter finally met my ears. Poor thing probably thought his dick really was possessed by a cock spirit.
“I better rub it with a smudge stick later, just to be sure. And maybe burn some sage just in case it's an evil spirit. You never know these days,” he said seriously, making me lose it again. Once I’d calmed enough to speak, I pulled him down so he was also on his back. I laced our fingers together and stared up at the wispy branches of the willow that towered above us.
“I love you, Faris,” I told him softly. “You make me so happy.”
His face replaced the view of the green leaves, dark eyes pinning me in place. “I've never had feelings. I mean, when I was whatever I was before... It wasn't really living. I had my mind, kind of. But everything I feel now is new. Identifying what I'm feeling is something I'm still trying to learn.”
“I understand,” I assured him, cupping his cheek.
“When I'm around you, I feel like you're all I can see. I'm so attuned to everything you do. I see your expressions, your reactions to things. Your smile. And I want to make you smile because I've never seen anything more beautiful. The thought of not being near you makes my fangs ache and my throat tighten. Is that love?” he asked, slightly puzzled.
I gave him a small smile. “Love is different for everyone. It's unique to each person and each relationship.”
He nodded, processing that.
“I love how everything you do is with enthusiasm, Faris. You have wonder in your eyes all the time. For someone who was kind of captive your entire life, you could've been so different. I just want to show you everything... And when I'm around you, like now? I can hardly breathe because you're so gorgeous. Everything about you is striking and speaks to me. But I think mostly, I love your fierceness and your loyalty,” I confessed.
It was the absolute truth. Faris was funny and he marched to the beat of his own drum—but I had zero doubt that he could become something much, much darker in an instant if it was needed. He made me feel safe. That was a feeling I was quickly becoming addicted to.
“I know it might seem sudden since you’ve only been with us for a short time, but you’ve always been here, haven’t you?” I reached up and brushed his cheek gently, loving the way his eyes fluttered shut, his long, dark lashes fanning over the deep tan of his skin. “You’re mine.”
“Well then…” He grinned and his fangs glinted. “I love you, too.”
I giggled and pulled his face to mine, my mouth seeking his. He didn't disappoint. Our lips met in a burst of sensation that I felt down to my toes. My tongue licked at the seam of his mouth, his soft lips parting in invitation. He growled low in his throat as our tongues danced, and he nudged my thighs apart, making room for himself between them.
“Bite me, Viper,” I begged, writhing beneath my dark, fanged mate.
