Page 53 of Raising the Sun

Empty.

I wouldn’t fuck him to completion, or seek my own release. Not yet. I’d set the pace to glacial, my hole doing nothing more than warming his cock as my hands did the rest, tormenting him with flames until he was on the brink of insanity…

“Alright, I’m convinced,” I declared in response to that particularly delightful line of thought. Isaac was clearly too distracted by sensation to comment on my swift decision-making, only managing a choked-out moan as I gave his cock one last squeeze before shuffling into a better position.

With a renewed sense of urgency, I clicked my fingers, and my hole was stretched and slick, ready for him. My underwear vanished, but my clothes stayed on—to maintain the appearance of a power imbalance, of course. I hiked my skirt up my thighs with an eagerness that probably looked frantic, before hovering above him, taking his shaft in my hand to angle him just right, and—

Meow.

My spine stiffened, and despite my typically impeccable control, two events happened in quick succession. The force of my glare toward the furry culprit caused my balance to falter, and the split second of alarm that followed wrenched a globe of fire from my fingertips, its heat searing a large, gaping hole into the sofa. Before I could even curse the creature for its involvement, or truly grasp my already precarious position, Issac’s hips bucked in surprise, sending me toppling to the floor in a heap.

Pain wasn’t something I paid heed to, but my elbow hitting the cheap carpet didn’t exactly tickle.

A cacophony of heavy breaths and the crackle of scorching leather accompanied the silence that otherwise cloaked the room like a fog—the type of silence that never failed to make itself known after a painfully embarrassing ordeal—and I was so stunned that it took several moments of blinking up at the newly painted ceiling, clutching my arm, before I could break it.

With all the power in my chest, I manifested, “Your neighbour is going to die.”

“Someone needs to,” Isaac gritted through obviously clenched teeth, and my thirst for blood was temporarily waylaid by the pride swelling in my belly. I smirked to myself.

The little creature had a venomous streak, after all.

After another beat, he sighed, his prickly demeanour easing. “But as pissed off as I am at being royally cockblocked, the cat does what it wants. It’s not Kevin’s fault.”

“I beg to differ,” I grumbled, but as if to prove Isaac’s point, the infernal beast jumped onto my chest, attesting to its owner’s innocence. I reached out to stroke it reluctantly. “Twice now, it has interrupted my plans to ravage you. That cannot be a coincidence. Either your neighbour is spying on us, and sends the creature purposefully to vex me, or the little thing has a mind of its own and disapproves of our activities.”

“Well, if you’re suggesting killing the cat, I’m going to have to—”

I gasped, clutching at the pest before even realising what I was doing. “What kind of heathen do you take me for?”

Isaac hummed, and it sounded amused. “The kind who lays on the floor petting said cat instead of untying me.”

I was on my feet in an instant, waving to swiftly dispense of the ropes. “Forgive me,” I uttered with more remorse than I’d ever thought myself capable, and helped him sit. A glass of water materialised in one hand, a cold, wet cloth in the other.

I handed the glass to Isaac, coaxing him into taking small sips as I wiped him down, paying extra attention to the nest of curls on his belly. My magic could’ve rendered him spotless in seconds, but there was a particular kind of intimacy in manually cleaning a partner—one that I’d discovered was immensely fulfilling.

My human’s cock had flagged,obviously, which was a crying shame, but it was the middle of the afternoon. Orgasms could still be on the agenda. After a brief respite.

“You’re getting better at the aftercare stuff,” he pointed out, watching me intently, a fond smile on his flushed face.

“I do have the most excellent tutor.” I winked salaciously, earning a laugh.

“We make the perfect pair. You’re teaching me the filthy stuff, and I’m teaching you sweetness. It works.”

I nodded in agreement, and with a wave, I sent his empty glass to the kitchen and the cloth to the bathroom. “Are you alright?” I said, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind his ear, huffing lightly. “Not that I’m any less livid at the disturbance, but I am somewhat glad I hadn’t put you inside me. This could have been a lot worse.”

Isaac cringed at the implication, his thighs pressing together. “I don’t really want to think about that. Areyouokay? You fell, did you hit your—”

“I’m fine, pet.” I lay my hand on top of his flailing one, halting the impending fussing. His concern really wasendearing, but wholly unnecessary. “I may have to update the wards, though. No cats allowed.”

Isaac pouted, peering at the cat over the side of the bench, who’d taken to licking itself in the most undignified position. “But that’s so mean. She just wants company… or entertainment?” He looked down at his nakedness and snorted. “She must be pretty bloody bored at her own house if she’s comingherefor that. Or just a fuzzy little pervert.”

I studied the beast, how its red tongue combed through the fur on its belly pooch as it maintained an unnerving level of eye contact. My nose wrinkled with distaste.

The latter.

“I mean…” Isaac carried on, humour in his tone. “She probably had fun watching you blow a hole in the sofa. Great shot, by the way.”

My gaze drifted to the still-smoking cavity in the aforementioned furniture, and I hummed. “The creature certainly has a taste for chaos. I would have respected that if it wasn’t such an inconvenience.”

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