Page 59 of Wooing the Wiccan
My breath catches as he moves his focus to my ear, nibbling the lobe and then licking toward the point. “Fuck,” I gasp. “Do it again.”
“Sensitive?” He scrapes his teeth over the cartilage, and my shiver answers for me. “This is going to be fun. But… lube?”
I force my eyes to focus and hold out my hand, concentrating just enough to cast the spell.
“Is thatmagic lube?” he exclaims. “We’re going to talk about this later.”
“I’ll teach you,” I promise. “Let me prep you now.”
He rises slightly to give me access, and the friction makes us both groan. Then while I work on getting him ready, making sure to touch him exactly how he likes it, he goes back to teasing my ear.
“Enough,” he pants at last. “Or I’ll come.”
“That’s the goal,” I point out, but obediently slide my fingers free, loving the way he shudders as I do.
Jared takes control, changing position and slowly lowering himself onto my dick. It’s an exercise in torment for us both, as each ridge catches against his rim before pushing through, and we’re both breathing hard by the time he’s taken all of me.
Then he rides me.
On the fifth upward slide, I know I can’t hold out much longer. It’s been too long since I had him. I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke in time with his movements, the residual lube and his precum making it easy.
By the tenth stroke, he’s moaning, a continuous low sound that matches what I feel.
By the fifteenth, we’re both tense and gasping.
On the eighteenth, his gaze roams over my face and then meets mine. “You’re beautiful. Never hide from me again.”
That’s all it takes.
Later, lying beside me in my bed, he curls his body around mine. “I’m so happy.”
I smile into the darkness and revel in my joy. This is it. We’ve paid our dues. Nothing can go wrong for us now.
Something’s wrong with Jared.In the two weeks since we reconciled, it’s become very clear that he’s unhappy about something. Not our relationship—I was worried about that, butit seems like the only time he smiles is when I talk to him. I can’t doubt the way his face lights up when we’re together. It makes me so happy to be a bright point in his life.
But something is making him more and more introspective and withdrawn, and my heart aches to fix everything for him. I’ve asked him what’s wrong a few times, and he always smiles and says, “Nothing.” So whatever it is, he doesn’t want to tell me about it… yet. All I can do is be supportive and patient, and hopefully when he’s ready, he’ll share. At least I can be confident it isn’t anything aboutus. He’d never go back on our no-secrets agreement.
Maybe he’s just been nervous about today? Spring break began at his school, so finally he’s coming to the office to officially “meet” the security team and some others. We thought that would be a good way for him to get his feet wet as my consort, especially since he already knows everyone on the security team. They’ve all had shifts at the condo recently, and Jared’s been spending as much of his free time with me as possible. Margie really likes sitting at the huge windows and queening it over the city below. She had a checkup at the vet this morning, which is why Jared didn’t come to the office with me. He’ll be here as soon as he’s dropped her home after the appointment, but now I’m wishing we’d made other arrangements. If he’s nervous or worried about meeting people, being on his own isn’t going to make that easier.
Abruptly, I stand and walk out of my office. It’s too late for me to change our plans, but I can be waiting for him right outside the elevator. That way, he won’t have to so much as look at anyone on his own. I’ll be right beside him to be his champion.
“Where are you going?”
I jump, so involved in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice Brandt falling into step beside me.
“Nowhere. Reception.”
His face immediately lights up with dragonish curiosity. There’s not much worse than a curious dragon—except maybe a stubborn one. They don’t stop until they find the answers they want.
“Really? I adore Dáithí, but talking to him doesn’t usually put a fatuous smile on your face.”
I sputter. “I wasnot… I don’t smile ‘fatuously’!” I’m the king of the elves, which means nothing I do is foolish or silly unless I want it to be.
“Not usually,” he agrees. “But this time it was. Were you thinking about Jared? He’s coming in today, isn’t he? I can’t wait to meet him.”
Alarmed, I stop walking and catch his arm. “Give him space. He’s dealing with a lot of new things right now and doesn’t need to be overwhelmed.”
Brandt narrows his eyes. “Are you saying I’m ove— Of course I am. I’m the wingleader of all dragons. My mere existence is overwhelming to others.”
