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“Well, the first was a necessity.” She proclaimed weakly as I cupped her jaw with my hands.
“And the kiss under my chin?” I rumbled, leaning forward.
“Well, it just seemed the thing to do at the time,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering.
“Mmmm, well if that’s how we are deciding things,” I murmured, leaning down to give her a gentle kiss.
9
Aurora
“Mmmm, well if that’s how we are deciding things,” his voice reached that low timbre I liked, and I shivered, my eyes closing as his lips met mine.
I felt so much in that kiss, his lips were firm and commanding, his gentle touch reverent, and our kiss was electric. Tingles radiated from my lips, zipping down my body. I shifted forward, my pelvis rocking none too innocently against his hard length.
I know he said we were compatible, but I had my doubts that the literal monster cock he had hidden in his pants would actually fit. Yeah, I wanted kids too, but hells bells, I wasn’t sure my vagina was that flexible. We hadn’t trained for this.
But when his hand slid down, pulling me closer in encouragement, suddenly the idea didn’t seem all that far-fetched. Perhaps I needed to discover if he could... for science.
I moaned as his kiss deepened, his tongue slipping through to caress my own. Things got a little fuzzy then, the sensations drugging, as parts of me wound tighter and tighter at the sensual invasion of my senses. He smelled good, Goddess, hefeltgood, and suddenly I wondered if it mattered that much that he was an ancient Stygian deity who had forced me into marriage when I wasn’t sure if I was the marrying type.
Or was it that I had never been given the chance to think I was until now?
Olan nipped my lips as he pulled back, breathing just as heavily as I was. He rested his forehead against mine as we both caught our breaths.
“While myhaneall but screams at me that you are more than ready to take me and let me breed that littlefisseof yours so full that your stomach bulges my seed, I believe that the location, and perhaps the situation, has heightened emotions, Mmm,min søde skat?”
I shivered at his words, feeling incredibly needy and, I was not ashamed to admit, wet.It’s been a while, but damn.
I sighed, knowing he was right and that later, I would question my eagerness to hop on his dick at the first available moment. I was in the ECCM for Goddess's sake! That door wasn’t even locked, and yet I honestly, until this moment, hadn’t given a fuck.
Well, I suppose I had given a fuck —or hoped for a fuck, at least?
Embarrassed by my own line of thinking, I ducked, burrowing my face into the cool skin of his chest.
Laughing quietly, he pulled me up into the crook of his neck so I could hide more effectively.
“Thanks,” I mumbled against his skin.
“Of course, Aurora,” he said, stroking my back.
I’m not sure how long he held me that way, but sooner than I was ready, there was a knock on the door. I reluctantly let go of my position, moving to sit beside Olan.
He tsked at me like I was Sashimi and had stolen a bite of his dinner, before resituating me in his lap once more. I pointedlyignored the stiffer parts of his anatomy as his hand snaked around my waist before he called lazily for the person to enter.
What I was not expecting, but in hindsight should have expected, was my father, Councilman Arturo Aurum, to come barging past Council Enforcer Odessa St. James like he could take on a god.
“Councilman, I advise you––” Odessa warned, only to be cut off.
“You advise me? Hardly. I have the greatest respect for you and your mates, St. James, but this is mydaughterwho has failed to inform me of recent changes in her life! That Hemlock boy called me in a snit, the little shit, and now herhusbandhas attacked the ECCM, all because her mother thought it would be adorable to follow tradition!” My father bellowed, red-faced and appearing nearly apoplectic with rage. But I knew better, I saw a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. He was exasperated, but he found this all amusing somehow.
“Dad,” I said, shaking my head at my father, “don’t tell me this was all over an initial.”
My father ran both of his hands through his golden hair, disturbing the carefully styled waves.
“I told your mother that we didn't have to continue that blasted tradition,” he said, looking at me, then to Olan, “but the Aurum family has a tradition of giving all of their children names that start with the letter ‘A.’ I had hoped, after the twins, Ainsley and Aiden, that she would have her fix and let us have a Darren for variety. But no, then there was Antiono, followed by Annaliese, and then you, Aurora, and now with your little brother, Adriel. If we have any more, I am sneaking out and naming him Bob out of spite!”
“Dad!” I exclaimed, grimacing at the idea that he and Momma could have a seventh child. While Magic Users lived at least a hundred and fifty years longer thanhumans did, and they absolutely could, being just a measly seventy years of age, I’d rather not think of my parents creating life.
