Chapter 40 — It’s not the end of the world…is it?
Kell:
She looks so small lying in my bed. Caressing my hand down her smooth jaw, I move a stray strand of hair behind her cheek. Amara fell asleep as soon as we got into Mathias’s car. I had to carry her exhausted body into my house. Thankfully, her candidacy for the Ms. Arcata High pageant didn’t suffer. I called Carrick on the way to the house, and he told me that people were intrigued by her mysterious exit from the ball. I will admit that Jordana intimidates me. So, I texted her and told her that Amara was not coming home because she was attending an afterparty for her pageant celebration. She seemed fine with it.
Amara didn’t make a sound when I took her into my shower and washed all traces of that world from our bodies. Once I was done, I placed her on the bed, undressed her, and slipped one of my t-shirts over her bare body. I know she’ll become very upset when she wakes up with makeup residue on her face, but I just don’t have the heart to wake her up. She looks so beautiful with her hair spread around her like a silk curtain. Her mouth is slightly open, and her body is curled into a ball.
Slipping into my boxer shorts, I lay next to her and wrap her in my arms. She fits perfectly. Leaning close to her neck, I inhale her sweet scent of lavender and rose, letting it wash through my senses like a balm. I almost lost her tonight. I still can’t believe that Taylor was the one killing all of those girls. I know that I should feel bad for killing him. But I know, and I’m sure Amara understood that there was no way that Taylor could leave that church alive. Not after he made the decision to end the world because he was born powerless. He felt no remorse for killing those girls. He was just too far gone.
As I tuck my comforter around her body, I make sure that there are no openings, then turn on my back and gaze at the ceiling. My eyes roam over the smooth ceiling, but my mind is miles away. The night’s events keep replaying in my mind. Marael is still out there looking for another victim. Maybe she’ll go underground now that Taylor is dead. But something tells me that any reprieve from Marael will be short-lived. I just wish we knew who the girl is that she’s using to steal powers from.
Knowing that we are one supernatural death away from a hellish existence makes my stomach grow sour. The fact that the girl is unaware that she is being used to keep such an evil creature alive consumes me with rage. My thumb rubs over my neck tattoo in a calming staccato. Gazing back at Amara’s sleeping form makes me miss my parents. I wish they had been here to meet her. I’m sure they would have loved her as much as I do. I’m sure my mom would have been happy to know that I found my mate. I just hope that I can keep her safe.
Mathias assured me that he’d have a few Council members keep a close watch on us. And Azazel told me that he’d keep a lookout for Marael. Feeling restless, I rise up from the bed and walk towards my window to watch the sunrise over the horizon and blanket the sky in its golden glory. My wings retract from my back with a long stretch. I close my eyes as the pleasurable stretch makes tingles run down my back and neck. I flutter them a few times, being careful not to hit anything, and lean an arm on the windowsill.
I don’t know how long I stand there, lost in my thoughts. Then, a pair of soft, fragile hands carefully wrap around my waist, followed by a soft kiss on my shoulder. I retract my wings and take Amara into my arms. Her long silky hair tickles my nose with its alluring scent. We both stand there, arms wrapped around each other glad to be together.
“How long have you been up?” She whispers into my chest, her soft breath making my body heat pleasurably. I gaze down at her and lay a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. “I just couldn’t sleep. But you should sleep if you’re tired.”
She shakes her head and leans her head on my chest. “I’m not tired anymore. To be honest, for a minute there, I thought I was back in that church with Taylor and that psycho bitch Marael.”
Anger swells through me at her words. “No, baby. Those two will never hurt you. We’ll all make sure she never comes near you again.”
Her body trembles with distress, which makes me feel helpless. “Don’t think about it anymore, beauty queen.”
Laying another kiss on her head, I pull her away, take her by the hand, and lead her to the bed. “Come on, let's lay down.”
She takes a few hesitant steps and crawls over the mattress. Settling down next to her, I pull her back into my arms and lay my lips over hers. Our lips meet in a soft kiss. Her little tongue meets mine shyly at first, then the kiss deepens. Our breaths mingle in cadence as our bodies move in for closer contact.
Amara bites my lip lightly, wraps her legs around me, and pushes me onto my back. I lay back comfortably and slide my hand up her thigh. The curves of her body mold under my hands pliantly, and my body hardens when she whispers passionately. “I think we’re wearing too many clothes. How about you help me with this shirt.”
Biting my lips, I sit up and lift over her head. Her golden body gleams with the shadows of the window, and her ebony hair falls wildly around her shoulders. Running my hands down the contours of her backbone, I lean forward and lay soft kisses on her neck and chest. She arches her back in offering and mewls when I circle my tongue around her stiff little nipple. A soft sigh escapes her luscious lips. Her hands sift through my hair, pulling my mouth tighter against her.
“Kell.” She gasps breathlessly. Her skin is like silk and tastes like honey. I move my mouth to her other breast and bite on her nub gently, which makes her grind her hips hard over my rigid shaft.
I move my mouth back to her plump lips tilting her head back for a deeper kiss as the ridges of my chest rub against her pliant body. My body heats everywhere our skins touch. Hard ridges against curved pliant muscle. My penis throbs with the desperate need to be engulfed by her tight walls. I can feel the head of her folds rubbing up and down my hardness. Her hands run down the ridges of my chest until they come to rest against my waistband. “Take them off.”
The embers of my desire blaze hotter at her words. Not wanting to break apart, I find a way to maneuver my shorts off. Amara giggles at my efforts but quickly loses her laughter when I roll on a condom and slip inside her warm, wet walls. She arches her back and throws her head back with a groan. Her folds shudder and tighten, making me groan in desire. I close my eyes feeling shockwaves of ecstasy rush through me. Her sharp nails dig into my sweat-soaked shoulders as her hips rise and fall in a carnal rhythm. Stars blink in and out of my vision, and a tidal wave of pleasure threatens to overtake me.
Trying to hold back my climax, I flip us over and lay her on her back. Amara mewls sensually and wraps her legs tightly around my waist. My hips pump in and out, creating delicious friction that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. Amara kisses my tattoos in fascination before she locks our lips back together as she starts to undulate her hips into a faster rhythm. Then, it happens, her body stiffens and shudders. A blissful cry escapes her lips as her orgasm sweeps through her. Unable to bear it any longer, I stiffen one last time inside her heated depths as I reach my own climax. Fireworks erupt behind my eyes as wave after wave of ecstasy engulf me. I bite my lip and sigh one last time as my body falls into a boneless heap next to hers.
We both lie wrecked next to each other. Our chests are heaving, and our bodies are covered in a soft sheen of sweat. She turns and lays her head on my chest, running her fingers on me in a soothing motion. We both sigh with contentment as we lay there, basking in the delicious aftermath of our lovemaking. Taking the hand away from my chest, I kiss the top of her head and rise from the bed.
Amara is still in the same position when I get back a moment later. She’s lying on her side with her head blanketing her chest and back. She smiles sleepily and stretches out her hand in welcome. “Come back to bed.” She says with a seductive lilt to her voice. I smile gently, take her hand, and slide next to her. She kisses my jaw and wraps her arm around my neck before she falls asleep. Finally, feeling completely relaxed, I close my eyes and drift into my own oblivion.