Page 26 of The Curse

Chapter Seven

Days later, I was lounging on a super soft blanket, completely naked, in Corbin’s front yard. I’d told Corbin that I was trying to work on my tan, but the bottom line was I was trying to get his attention. Ineededhis attention. Icravedit. The sad part was that I had his full focus, body and soul, but all our physical time had been with me making love to him—which was good. Beyond good. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. But, I knew he wasn’t fucking me to be patient due to my lack of experience, but I also knew I wouldn’t feel complete until he’d taken me.

I had an itch that only he could scratch, and the itch was inside my ass, and his cock was the only thing that was going to scratch it properly. So, I was lying stark naked in the sun, junk probably getting sunburned, in a feeble attempt to lure him into fucking my ass into the mattress. But so far, I was failing miserably.

I was propped up on my elbows, legs spread wide, and watching him work magic. Yes, that was magnificent—something I never in my life suspected could actually happen. Not only was it majestic, but it was sexier than fuck. It was also making me even hornier.

Alastair had been gone for three days and we hadn’t heard a word from him, but three coven members had returned—Ruby, Crimson, and Royce. Chelsea would be returning by the end of the week. That left Kingston and Teagan Godwin and Roman and Riker Keegan. Secretly, I couldn’t wait to meet Riker. I was dying to meet the man Alastair had called the “poster child of assholery”. One just didn’t get that opportunity every day. I had met August and could easily see how Alastair could be so smitten with him, but the guy was as straight as…well, as Iusedto be. He was also as dull as un-iced doughnuts. The only time I’d seen a spark enter his dark eyes was when the lesbian couple, Violet and Amethyst, had shown up while he and his parents were visiting Corbin. I suppose he was all into imagining watching those chicks get it on. Hell, I wouldn’t have looked away, so I couldn’t really blame him, could I? Although it was a pretty dick move, I have to admit.

Poor Alastair. I’d done some research on homosexuality since I’d embraced a gay relationship myself—four days and counting—and, apparently, Alastair was breaking the cardinal rule by falling for a straight guy. According to the internet, that shit never worked out, and we all knew the internet couldn’t lie, right?

Corbin had also shared some information regarding the Alastair/Riker feud. Apparently, Riker had done something that totally humiliated Alastair when they were away for their training. Something really humiliating. Corbin didn't believe it was Riker, actually. He thought it was probably Roman pretending to be Riker but never got the opportunity to investigate before Morgan’s diabolical plan kicked in. Whatever. I was siding with Alastair on this one. Either Riker did it, or he didn’t kick his twin’s ass if it was Roman. Either way, it was a lose-lose situation for Alastair.

I was still dying to meet him.

Deciding to up the ante on my own love life problem, I reached down between my legs and gave my cock a long, slow tug. Corbin’s eyes shot in my direction the second my hand made contact with the heat between my legs and a naughty smile spread across his face.

“Are you trying to distract me?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I answered. “Is it working?

His clothes vanished with a flick of his finger, and following another twirl of that same finger, I yelped in surprise when the blanket I was lounging on suddenly lifted into the air, and like a magic carpet, carried me over to where Corbin was standing. When I was in front of him, the blanket fluttered gently to the ground and my ass made contact with a hard surface again.

“Levitating objects. I like it,” I commented with a smirk. My hand went back to doing lazy strokes up and down my cock. I noticed his hand was busy mimicking the same movement.

“Nicodemus always liked it, as well. As a matter of fact, it was his favorite magic for me to perform.” He was smiling…stroking…

I was fucking panting. He’s thicker and longer than I am, which should probably bother me, but it didn’t. Not in the least. All I could think about was what that monster would feel like inside of me. When I hit thatspecialspot inside of Corbin, he went insane. Would it be the same for me? I had to find out. Soon. No,now.

“That’s funny. I told Alastair that being able to fly would be the one magical gift that I’d want above all else. Think it will ever happen?” I felt my eyes growing dark and heavy with desire. My hand was doing the job, but it wasn’t what I wanted. “Actually, Corbin, I’d like to fly right now…if you know what I mean.”

“I believe I can make that happen for you,” he answered. Then, with a languid wave of his hand, the canopied king-sized bed from upstairs magically appeared in the grass next to him.

I watched as he studied the darkening sky and then used his magic to change the color of the bed linens. When he was finished, the bed looked like it could blend in with the sky. Excitement bubbled inside of me as I realized we were about to take his bed for a ride. I thought back to my vision of when Nicodemus and Corbin had fought the night Morgan had forced Nicodemus to commit suicide. This very bed had been sitting outside under a canopy of trees, with candles lighting it. It broke my heart to realize that Corbin must have planned a romantic night for them, but Morgan’s bitchery had gotten in the way.

I stood up, went to Corbin, and wrapped my arms around his waist. My chest was to his back, and I stood up on my tip-toes just enough so I could rest my chin against his shoulder. The moment we touched, he melted against me and I knew he was imagining the exact scene that I was…and his heart was breaking.

“She took so much from us, Nico. So many years and so much love that we could have shared. She stole it from me, but knowing you now, this beautiful mixture of Nicodemus and Nicholas, I have to admit there is a peace in my soul and a love in my heart that I never thought could exist.” His head rested back against me when he added, “I can only hope you feel the same, Nico.”

“Head over heels, babe,” I answered with a soft kiss to the sensitive spot below his ear. “I’m crazy in love with you. I can’t explain it, and don’t even care that there isn’t an explanation for how quickly I’ve fallen for you. All I know is that there’s this…old part of me that has always loved you, even when I couldn’t put a face to my fantasies, and there’s the Nicholas part that’s going crazy wanting you to fuck me.”

He chuckled softly. “That’s another difference between Nicodemus and you—that nasty mouth. I love it when you talk dirty. I love the fact that when you want something, you aren’t afraid to ask for it.” He turned around and wrapped his arms around me. “And that you aren’t ashamed of the intimacy we share.”

“While I don’t remember anything of my time as Nicodemus, other than our argument and my death, I’m well aware of the differences between what I face now and what Nicodemus faced years ago, babe. I’m sure he was afraid. He didn’t have the power of witchcraft to protect him from the hostility, hate, and possible death he would have faced if people had learned of his love for you. Add his religious background into the mix, and Nicodemus must have felt terrified, Corbin. Please don’t ever doubt his love for you, though. When I experienced his death, his last thoughts were of you-not of his own death. He was worried about the pain his death would cause you.”

“I just wish I could have taken those fears away from him. He had an easier time accepting me being a witch than he did with accepting him wanting a man in his bed. That knowledge made me sad then and still saddens me to this day. In my arrogance, I overlooked or down-played his fears. He didn’t deserve that from me.”

“Corbin, don’t think that,” I begged. “Trust me when I tell you that Nicodemus felt nothing but love for you. I feel that love and peace in my heart. I don’t have to remember the past to know that Nicodemus died loving you…and still loves you, through me.”

Wanting to steer Corbin away from his sadness and melancholy, I decided to shuffle our conversation back to the magnificent bed that was still calling my name. “You’d brought the bed down the night that Nico died, hadn’t you? I remember seeing it in my vision. There were candles and pillows.” I got on my tip toes to kiss his full lips. “You’re quite the romantic, aren’t you?” I would give anything to have Nicodemus’s memories. I’d bet ten years of my life that Corbin Hargreaves was the most romantic man alive…and still is.

He captured my hand in his and walked me to the bed. After pulling the canopy curtains aside, he motioned for me to climb in. I obliged with an extra wiggle of my ass, of course. I was finished topping. My ass belonged to Corbin tonight. After settling myself in the center of the bed, I patted the spot next to me. “Are we just going to fuck outside or does this bad boy do something else?” I waggled my eyebrows at him as he climbed in beside me. “Because in my deepest, darkest fantasies, this bed is going to fly high in the sky while my lover fucks me senseless,” I said.

“This bad boy, as you call it, does fly…with a little help, of course. Are you interested in giving it a test run?” he asked with a Cheshire-cat grin.

“Oh, hell, yeah,” I answered quickly. “I want two things to happen tonight,” I told him. “I want this bed to soar across the sky, and I want you to make love to me. To claim me as your own. I’ve been doing all the claiming and I’m ready to try it the other way.” I smiled up at him. “Tell me, Mr. Hottie, how did I enjoy sex as Nicodemus? You’ve said I didn’t talk dirty, but tell me a little bit about what I was like. In the sack, of course,” I amended. “Please tell me I wasn’t a boring drag.”

A sad expression crossed Corbin’s handsome face, causing my heart to lurch in pain.

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