Page 105 of His True Beloved

Oh fuck.

My hand traced over her ass, feeling the curve of her spine as she pushed her ass out for me. “Can’t argue with that command,” I muttered. My cock tickled her wet pussy lips. Parting them until my cock seeped inside her. Gripping her hip in one hand, my other hand went to the loose braid, tugging it tight.

“You like me pulling on your hair?” She moaned, and I stopped pumping my cock to slap her ass. “I need words,” I barked.

“Yes, please, sir, pull my hair.”

Killing me. She is killing me.

Pumping inside her faster, I gripped her hip with one hand and hair in the other. I tugged it as I pushed her further into my body and giving slack when I pulled out, riding her like she was a damn horse. Her hips met my thrusts, giving me a delicious slap to our bodies.

“More, more,” she murmured. “It’s so good.” Her throat went raspy from her hair being pulled tightly. Gripping her hair once more, wrapping it around my hand, I lifted one leg, putting it in front of her thigh; using her body as an anchor, I thrust harder, causing her to fall face first into the pillow.

Letting go of her hair, I pushed my hips further, her moans escaping her body had my fangs descended. Her pussy had grabbed hold of me, and it would never let me go.

So close.

“Sebastian!” The wail leaving her lips let me know she was ready. Hell, I was ready.

“Shh, you can cum,” I cooed at her while she crashed around me. Her pussy suckled my cock, feeling the vibrations of her body spasming with pleasure. My cock, getting the hint, exploded inside, my torso lowered, touching her back while my fangs pierced her neck. Spasms from my body pushed my cock deeper into her body as I sunk my fangs deeper.

I sighed, feeling the blood invade my mouth. My mouth was watering at her taste. Purring, she settled below me, my cock freeing from her body. Her legs straightened as I lay on top of her, drinking my fill. Her eyes fluttered, and her hand slid up the pillow to where my hand was resting on the pillow to hold my body above her.

“That was amazing.” She giggled as I licked her clean.

“It always is when I’m with you,” I whispered in her ear.

***

Three days later, we had all gathered in the cafeteria for dinner. Christine’s mother was far better than she once was. The children that were haunting Vanessa faded, and hope stirred behind Vanessa’s eyes.

“That is crazy.” Suron leaned back from the cafeteria table. “I can’t believe they are still alive. Are you guys going hunting as soon as the portal opens?” Vanessa nodded frantically.

“Of course, I can’t stand another minute being away knowing that they are both out there.” Christine slid her hand over Vanessa’s and whispered in her ear.

“We don’t even know what side of the war they were on, Mom,” Christine brought up. “There are still a lot of what ifs, and I don’t want you to get your hopes up.” Vanessa shook her head while Justin put his arm around her.

“I’m holding onto hope,” she said, determined. “That they are over there, waiting for us.” Christine patted her mother’s hand, leaning back into me.

“It’s like Dateline for the supernatural,” Pamela interrupted, standing from Enzo’s lap. “Picture it.” Pamela’s hands held up like she was holding a sign. “Crazy warlock hid two children from his heavily enchanted human wife.” Justin cleared his throat, waving his hand across his neck for Pamela to cut it out.

Mom only laughed; her personality was far livelier than what it used to be. It matched that of her daughter, and it made us all wonder if she was, in fact, under a spell. Witches from Leona and Faye’s former coven sent a bonded pair to help with the new ward and also took notice and mentioned that there was leftover dark magic leaving her body, the same dark magic that was being used in Bergarian.

Anything left of Broderick, Leona and Faye was burned. No word if that was all the black magic left, but the coven that housed them had done a clean sweep by the sorceress herself. All the black magic powder and spell books were found and destroyed.

“Pamela, you are hilarious.” Vanessa laughed. “I hope you never lose yourself once you return to Enzo’s pack. I think you will be their bright ray of sunshine once you take over.” Justin’s shoulders relaxed, seeing that his beloved was not hurt at Pamela’s joke.

“I hope I fit in.” Pamela was abruptly pulled back into Enzo’s lap.

“She will,” Enzo confirmed. “She’s perfect, and everyone else will know that too, otherwise, I’ll kick them out.” He growled playfully. Enzo began tickling Pamela, her mark shining brightly as her one-sided shirt fell lower on her arm.

The assassin didn’t leave the coven. He monitored everyone and everything that moved on the property. He stayed in the shadows, barely coming out into the sunlight. I had heard that the Death Flock would not get their skin accustomed to the sunlight or light sources so that their bodies were more attuned to the darkness and shadows. It was all a rumor from my days as a young fangling, but now watching him avoid the light on his skin made me think otherwise.

The assassin kept his mask drawn tight from under his eyes down to his neck. His sword still lay on his side, which had a constant hand holding onto him like something precious.

“All right, settle down.” Rowan stood up on the small stage he had erected. Humans that were left over from the mixer were few, one containing Amber and two other females. They both looked up to Rowan, more gracious than their normal scowling.

Amber glanced at our table, Christine catching her gaze. She waved to the poor girl, and she dared to give a small smile back.

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