"Blame them." I say.
"What?" I hear the guys all ask in unison.
Could I simply lift my face from where it's smashed into the pillow? Probably, but that requires effort and I'm pretty sure my bones have turned to jelly. The only time I've looked up since the end of that training session was to say goodbye to Dre. He had to go cover a shift at the clinic today when one of the physicians didn't show up for work. So while I miss his gorgeous nordic self, it's not fair at me to snap at the guys like I want to. Can't they see I don't want to move? The face smashing isn't because it's comfortable my dudes, it's just more effort to move my head than to breath right now.
I groan loudly and move my head to the side, "Blame them for tiring me out too much." I say to Forrest, pointing in the vague general direction I think Draz and Em are standing currently.
"Blame us?" I hear Drazik say from above me on the couch, "How many times did Emerson tell you that just because you have increased strength and speed doesn't mean you should push yourself? That you weren't trained up enough to sustain that kind of exertion?"
"Once or twice." I say in an exasperated tone before raising my head to look at the irritably always right panther shifter. "He could have tried harder."
"Lass," Kieran says as he comes to step up next to Drazik, "I think they could have telepathically sent the message on repeat, volume on high, and you still wouldn't have gotten it." He smiles at me, "Once an idea is in that head of yours you run with it." He points to the plants currently taking up most of the real estate in front of the windows, "Example A." Then he points to the kitten currently snuggled up on Drazik's shoulder, "Example B and last but not least," He points at me, "Example C. Should I continue?"
"Ugh fine." I begrudgingly state as I flop over onto my back, "You're right." I look at Kieran's smug smirk and groan internally. He looks so smug but somehow still looks downright fucking edible. Like, I kind of want to either punch him in the face or drop to my knees in front of him. Both would be good but I feel like that would be classified as some sort of sexual assault.
I stand and can't help it as my body stretches out, a noise somewhere between a groan and a high pitched squeal coming out of me at how good it feels to stretch my muscles. I turn towards Forrest and quickly make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and giving him a slight squeeze.
"Ro-ro." I smile as I hear the resigned sigh that always comes with his nickname, "A whole date seems like so much right now. While I'll always find the energy to climb you like Jack climbed that beanstalk, being in public is a different story. This date is going to be away from people right?" I ask looking up at him.
He gives me a devilish smile that causes all the air to rush out of my lungs because gods be damned he's a handsome man, especially when he smiles. I see his lips moving but I don't register he's saying something until the last few words. I feel my cheeks heat and I bite my lower lip, looking up at him through my lashes. I'm about to ask him to repeat himself when the corner of his mouth tilts up.
"Did you get distracted, sunshine?" He asks, a smugness that could rival Kieran's now evident on his face. Before I can answer he leans down and kisses me, stealing my thoughts once again, "There's no need for you to worry about the details as I've bought something for you. It's laid out on your bed for when you're done with your bath. From there I'll whisk you away."
I give Forrest's chest a quick kiss, since I can't reach his face without literally climbing him, before I detach myself and turn to make my way into the bathroom. As I walk past Kieran at the end of my line of men, I notice that smug sexy grin still aimed at me so I decide to fuck with him a little. In my mind I picture exactly what I want to do to him and allow it to affect my body. Just the thought of my lips around his cock has me practically dripping and when I look up at him I see his eyes have taken on that slight glow, his jaw is clenched, and his fists are tight like he's holding himself back.
But I don't want that. I don't want a single one of my men to hold themselves back from me, not once, not ever. So I crook my finger at him and send him a wink. I know the guys want to wait to wine and dine me or some shit before we get to the sexy times but they could give me a date consisting of frozen pizza and one of those corny (and weirdly horny) sci-fi movies from the 70's and I'd still want to shuffle them all into the biggest bed possible and have my way with each and every one of them individually and all at once. I don't care if they take me on fancy dates, I just want them, every single muscled inch of them. Preferably naked and within touching distance at all times.
I don't look to see if Kieran is following, I just simply slip into Kieran's room and start to undress on my way to his big beautiful bathroom. I'm not sure why but for whatever reason Kieran has the biggest bathroom and I am gunning for his tub. By the time I'm in the bathroom all I have left on is my underwear and sports bra. Could I have magically disintegrated my clothing? Definitely, but then I wouldn't be able to leave a seductive trail of clothing across Kieran's bedroom. That man has insane self control, I need every weapon at my disposal. Oh and did I mention that I'm bone tired from training with my magic all day? Obviously I'm fucking exhausted but if there's even the slightest chance I can get one of them naked and in bed I'm taking it, no matter how tired I am.
I start the hot water for the bath and make my way over to the mirror. No matter how long I'm corporeal I don't think I'll ever get used to actually seeing my own reflection. The sight of my long black hair distracts me for a second as I remember the beautiful man in the cave once again. His haunting, lonely eyes, the sheet of thick ink black hair that fell to his mid back, and the hard unforgiving set of his stubbled jaw.
I feel a tug in my stomach and my brows furrow as I have to keep myself from lurching forward. I take a calm step forward and breath in, allowing myself to listen to my body. As I relax my arm comes up of its own accord and soon my palm is flat on the mirror. I look from my hand to my own reflection a few times before it feels as if the ground has disappeared underneath me. I try and ignore that strange feeling as all my focus goes to the mirror that's swirling with inky tendrils. When it clears I no longer see myself but the beautiful man I was picturing just seconds ago. His eyes are wide and he's looking me over as if he's assessing for injury. I watch as his lips move, saying the same thing over and over again. The only word I can make out though is danger.
I can't help but laugh, "Nothing new about that, shadow man." I stop laughing when his jaw clenches and his hand curls into a fist. He pounds on the glass a few times, repeating once more what he was trying to say, this time more forcefully and at a louder volume. I try to listen to him and make out what he's saying but it's like there's a mile of glass between him and I, it's too garbled for me to make anything out. I look into his eyes one more time and see the universe shining back at me. There's a familiarity there that I can't quite place and it bothers the shit out of me.
"Who are you?" I ask in a voice barely above a whisper before the image in front of me flickers, disappears, and I'm plunged back into reality.
Before I can stop to think about what just happened I hear a soft click behind me. When I turn around it's to Kieran standing shirtless in front of the now closed door. He's breathing heavily like he's just ran a marathon but all I can focus on is the rise and fall of his lean muscled chest. All thoughts of the beautiful and serious man in the mirror flee my mind as another beautiful man takes his place. Without a second's hesitation I give him what I hope is a seductive smile and make my way to him.
"Leandre is at the clinic." He grits out, "I shouldn't be here."
I give him a wide smile as I reach out to touch him, "You're exactly where I want you to be."
He shakes his head, "No, it's too dangerous for me to do this alone."
"Then why are you here?" I ask as my hand makes contact with his bare chest. Silly man is only afraid of himself. He would never hurt me, he just needs to learn that.
"I... I- Well- I tried to fight it but it's been so long since-" He clamps his jaw shut before he can say anything else.
"Since what?" I ask, then I realize what he's saying and my mouth drops open, "Wait, when's the last time you fed?"
His head falls, "I needed to fully feed when we went to Hell's Bend." He shrugs as he lifts his head to meet my eyes, "Never got the opportunity," He says as he reaches out to caress my cheek softly, "but we did end up finding something more delicious than I ever could have imagined. I haven't been starving myself lass, so get that idea out of your head. I've been doing light feedings off of the sexual tension that's been packing this flat lately."
I reach up and grab his chin, "Light feeding? That sounds like light starvation to me and I will not let you starve yourself anymore. Now, stand still and don't move." Without any hesitation I whip off my bra and underwear before looking back at him.
I see his eyes heat before they flick over my shoulder for a millisecond, "We should shut off the water to your bath first."
"The bathtub is literally in that giant thing you call a shower. If it flows over it flows over now, be a good little incubus and stand still."
I don't even wait to hear his reply before dropping to my knees and making quick work of his zipper. I can't help but lick my lips at the sight in front of me before looking up through my lashes, "I fucking love that you don't wear underwear."
Before he can reply my tongue is at the base of his shaft making it's way up the length of him until I reach the head. Once there I swirl my tongue around him while I reach out and cup both of his balls in my hand. I hear a loud moan before I bring the other hand not currently occupied, to the base of his shaft as I wrap my lips around the tip of him. I swirl my tongue around the head, licking up the beads of salty goodness before taking him deeper. The hand at the base of his shaft follows me stroke for stroke while my other hand gently squeeze his balls.
I take him ever deeper, down into my throat. I remind myself with every trip down his shaft to breath out. Thank goodness I googled how to deep throat before now or else I definitely would have gagged. Ah the beauty of real fingers and their ability to google shit.
I'm so focused on my delicious mission that I don't realize the trim around the door has cracked and splintered until I'm rudely picked up. I go to protest but the words stop in my throat as I see Kieran's eyes. The vivid green is gone and replaced by a glowing gold color. He walks us across the bathroom and into the shower. He shuts off water on his way past the bath tub then lifts me up so my legs are wrapped around his neck just as he reaches the wall.
He rests me against the wall before looking up and above me, "Hold on, wee one."
I look up and see a bar affixed to the wall and can't help but smile. He refused to feed off of me fully to avoid hurting me, but the man put a sex bar in his bathroom to prepare for the inevitable? Fuck I love these guys. Without further hesitation I reach up and hold on just as his lips come crashing down on my wet heat. His hands grip my thighs tightly while he devours me like a man on death row getting his last meal. When both of his hands start to move up my thighs they clench around him in anticipation, causing his tongue to delve ever deeper.
With a loud moan I throw my head back and chase the release that I can see on the horizon as I use my hips to grind down on his mouth. Just as I'm reaching the pinnacle of our expedition I feel two fingers slide inside of me as his mouth starts a focused assault on my clit. It doesn't take long before I'm crying out his name like a prayer to the gods and falling apart around him. He laps at me until my convulsions have stopped before he unwraps my legs from around his neck and slides me down his body until I can feel his hard length at my entrance. I moan but he simply chuckles as he carries me to the sink and sets me down.
"Oh I'm no where close to done with you, wee one." He says.
Without preamble he's down on his knees in front of me once again as his tongue goes in for seconds. I can't help but cry out as my over-sensitized clit is sucked on over and over again until I am once again in a haze of pleasure. I hear a drawer open and something uncap before his mouth is replaced by fingers stroking in and out of me. I look down at him in a lust filled haze and simply nod at the question in his eyes. I know he wants to do something and at this point I don't give a fuck what he wants to do with me.
"Throw me around like a rag-doll if you want, just don't stop." I pant out and, at his raised eyebrow I add, "I trust you."
I feel his hands pull my hips forward so I'm at the very edge of the counter top before one hand goes back to the doubles match being played on my pussy and the other makes it's way around to the back of my thigh and slowly upwards. I cry out when I feel a single lubed finger trace my back entrance before tentatively pushing inside of me. He works both of his hands in and out of me while his mouth sucks my clit and in no time I'm flying off the edge once again, crying out Kieran's name.
Before the tremors have even left my body I'm being picked up and carried through a door before being tossed onto a bed. Kieran climbs on top of me and before he can plunge inside of me like I know he's planning on I wrap my legs around his hips and move to flip us. In zero seconds flat I'm on top and have moved to fully seat him inside of me. We both moan as roll my hips before bending over and kissing him slowly, matching the pace of my mouth with the pace of my hips. As our kisses become more frenzied so does the movement of my hips up and down the length of him.
Wanting this moment to last I sit up, placing my hands on Kieran's chest in order to take in the sight of the glorious man beneath me. As I ride him I make note in his every detail and how they subtly change the longer we keep this up. His hair has grown almost a half inch and become soft, bouncy, and more supple than before we started. His skin also looks as if it's glowing from the inside, not a blemish to be seen. Even the previous paleness that has always been so normal for him, I never would have noticed it is gone. Instead his porcelain skin shines with a health I haven't seen in him the entire time I've known him.
As I watch as his hands make their way up my stomach I promise myself that I will strive to do this every goddamn day if I have to. I had never noticed just how... well empty, Kieran had seemed before but now that I see what he's meant to be? Yeah, we'll be doing this more often, even if I have to tie him to the gods-damned bed. Oh now that's an idea. I'll have to save that for later. My thoughts are cut off as his hands reach both of my breasts tweaking at the nipples causing electric zings to course straight to my clit. That's all it takes for my head to fall back and my ride to begin in earnest once again.
With Kieran's hands on my breasts and his cock inside of me I once again chase that release, not allowing Kieran to take over. I want- no, I need to give him pleasure too. I feel one hand leave a breast but I'm too focused on the task at hand to be mad about it. When I feel a finger at my back entrance again I can't help but moan loudly. Fuck I want him everywhere. If I could double or triple him to make him fill every opening I have, I would.
"Oh, fuck yes." I moan just as I feel something else hesitantly presses against the tight ring of my ass before slowly pushing its way inside at the sound of my agreement. There's a slight burn to it at first but honestly it just heightens the pleasurable sensations already coursing through me so I don't even question him. It's literally his goal to make me feel good, I'm just going to follow his lead.
I barely even register the noises of pleasure escaping the both of us as he works the object in and out of my ass while I ride him and he tweaks my nipples. I'm almost to that edge again when I feel his hand leave my breast. I cry out at the loss but quickly cry out for a different reason when I feel where that hand went. With his thumb now working my clit, his other hand working, what I assume is a plug, in and out of my ass, and his cock hitting just the right spot inside of me, I explode again.
As I collapse on top of him he quickly slides out of me and maneuvers us so I'm on my hands and knees before he plunges back inside. One of his hands grabs hold of my hair as his other hand wraps around my waist possessively, and his hips start up a relentless pace, slamming into me. With the plug still buried in my ass I'm once again thrown onto the edge of yet another orgasm.
It doesn't take long before Kieran is roaring his own release in time with my own. When we've both stopped convulsing with our mutual orgasm we collapse onto the bed and he rolls us onto our sides, pulling me into him after sliding the plug out. I lay there in a boneless satiated heap as he murmurs words into my ear I'm too tired to make out. Before long I feel myself being lifted before I'm placed in a tub of warm water, Kieran sliding in behind me.
I slowly come back to myself in the tub as my body recovers, Kieran slowly rubs my muscles and cleans me up as he places sweet kisses on my neck, cheeks, forehead, and anywhere he can reach.
"I hope you're well fed because I don't think I could go another round." Then I hear my stomach rumble loudly and I groan.
I hear a chuckle behind me, "Stopped feeding about halfway through. Had I fed anymore I would have gorged myself to death." He lays a kiss on my shoulder, "You're the most filling and delicious thing I've ever tasted, lass." His lips move to my neck, "And when you took control?" Another kiss to my jaw, "I liked that," A kiss lands behind my ear, "A lot."
I turn to face him, excited, "Really? Does that mean you'd be willing to be tied up? I had the thought at some point during that marathon and I would really like to try it out."
His eyes flash that gold color, "Aye, I'd like that a lot. No one has ever been able to take control like that."
I just blink at him, "What do you mean?"
He shrugs, "Well, when Dre and I feed together, once consent is given and our power comes into play... Let's just say the subject usually doesn't have the ability to break free enough to exert control like that." He swallows hard, "I've- I've never experienced that before."
I spin quickly, water sloshing out of the tub as a result, and drag a nail up his chest as I lean in close to his ear, "Then you can expect me to use that to my advantage, often." Then I remember something, "You got a sex bar installed! And what's with the trim? I swear it was whole when I first came in here."
He just blinks at me a few times, "What?"
"The bar I held onto in the shower. That wasn't there before, you got it installed recently. When? Why? Also the trim around the door into the bathroom is all cracked. I swear it wasn't when I first came in here." I say.
He shrugs, "The trim was, well, it was me giving you as much time as possible before I had to feast. As for the bar? When you were telling poor Miriam where you wanted us," He reaches up and scratches behind his ear nervously, "I may have taken notes. The shower is my personal favorite so I may or may not have put one in when we got back and stashed some toys here and there. You know, just in case."
"And this is why I fucking love you, Kieran Abernathy." I say, kissing his nose.
When he doesn't say anything and just stares at me for a few seconds I cock my head before reaching out and poking his cheek. "Earth to Ki-Ki."
"You really do love me?" He asks, his tone equal parts disbelief and amazement. "Wait, Ki-Ki?"
I shrug, "You all need nicknames." Then I bring up a finger and point it at him, "You are not allowed to do the whole resigned sigh thing. Mr. Grumpypants only gets away with it because, well, he's grumpy."
He moves my finger to the side before reaching up and cupping the side of my face, "I can't think to ever resign myself to anything about you, wee one. You are a magnificent piece of art I cannot wait to learn about as the years go on." He smiles at me, "I love the nickname and I love you, mo chridhe." (my heart)
"I don't know what you said but I agree Ki-Ki." I say in a very serious tone, which causes me to laugh immediately.
Kieran gives me a squeeze before kissing me softly, "Don't you have a date-"
He's cut off by his own hiss of pain as he grabs his right side. Seconds later I feel the usual burn make it's way up my left calf starting at my foot. I take a few deep breaths as Kieran swears up a storm next to me, each dealing with the pain in our own ways. When it's passed I immediately look to where he was holding his side earlier.
Situated on his left side is the picture of a woman with long black hair in flowing black, well fitted, robes. Her face obscured as she reaches down to touch the beast at her feet. It looks like an incredibly large and threatening dog, even in it's sleep. Flames arch up from spots on it's tail, paws, and along the spine. Even in sleep his giant teeth peek out from under his lips. For all of it's savage looks though the giant dog looks like putty under the hands of the woman. I look up at Kieran, a question in my eyes.
"Do you forget I come from hell, lass?" He asks, "In hell my form is as you see here on the mark. I was born earth side but the few times I've gone to hell, that has been my form." At my raised brow he continues, "I do not have a relationship like a shifter does with my other half, it is simply the way I exist while in hell. Everyone thinks hell is an organized torture chamber when, in reality, it's a wild place full of beasts from your darkest nightmares. Most demons stay where they can feed on the suffering of the souls lost in the savage wilderness of hell but there are ones like me who were born top side and prefer life up here. Hell has always been a sort of retirement plan for me for when I tire of my life up here." He shrugs, "Before you I was almost to that point. I love my brothers, but feeding for an eternity without the ability to find love? It gets tiresome after a while, it makes sense as it serves as the punishment for living outside of hell. I can feed and live up here but I am doomed to never find love, only obsession."
He reaches out and pulls me to him, "Which is why you mean so much to me, wee one." He kisses the top of my head, "By every right this should be impossible but somehow..."
He trails off, knowing what he's getting at, and give him a quick peck before scooting back, unable to take it any longer. I plop my foot on the side of the tub to investigate my mark like a collector with a new and rare item to add to the collection.
I start at my foot where life-like flames lick along my foot and around my ankle to the back of my calf where the same beast from Kieran's side lays curled up, a single beautiful flower growing from the ground, protected on all sides from the sleeping beast. Above the beast hangs a intricately woven crescent moon, both tips pointing downward, the arch of the moon following the silhouette of the sleeping beast. The runes that were once there are now worked into the design, hidden among the imagery. We both gaze between the two marks, satisfied to just take in the moment.
Both marks are beautiful and my heart swells with excitement before I remember what Kieran said before the pain hit him, "Oh shit. I have to get ready for a date!" I give him a kiss before sliding out of the tub.
Once my legs are steady I make my way over to the big fluffy robe hanging on the back of the door and wrap it around myself. I look back to Kieran and smile at the way he traces the lines of his new mating mark in an almost reverential way. I can't help myself as I run back and plant a kiss on his cheek before making my way out of the bathroom.
This being corporeal thing is amazing. I swear to all the gods though, if Ro-ro takes me out into public while I'm this exhausted I'll slap him. I wouldn't be able to keep up an illusion for longer than 5 minutes at this rate. I also hope whatever he plans is low key. Between the constant threat to my life and all this training I'm exhausted. I'm sure the sex isn't helping things either, that's like training all by itself but, once again, I will always have time and energy for that kind of training.
I smile wide on my way to my own room because this means I'm also on my way to another date which means more mating. Which reminds me, I think I may have to come up with a new list soon.
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A/N: Hello all! I'm sorry for such a long wait. Life kind of hit me with everything all at once (new house, new job, family health emergencies, seasonal depression, and so on) and it spun me into a depressive episode where writing, or doing anything enjoyable, just doesn't exist.
Thank y'all for reading and being patient with me while my life shifts itself back to semi-normalcy.