Chapter 25 A wicked idea
Hale paused, a heartbeat too long before saying,
“It does not stop me from telling the truth, now does it?”
The images of naked bodies plopping down to the bottom of the lake, disappearing under the shimmering water for minutes, returned to me.
I ran my tongue across my incisor. For a moment yesterday, I had feared this theft would come from him.
But Finn?
It’s got to be that witch's blood in her veins, because this had never happened to us before. Coming to blows over someone who wasn't us.
Worse, I was pretty certain she had no idea what she was doing. Just like she didn’t about summoning me.
“What are your plans now?” Hale’s voice broke into my thoughts.
“What?” My gaze focused on his face again, as his index finger slipped in the knot of his necktie, wiggling it loose.
“Nymphaea? The thief who stole from you?” He opened the two top buttons on his shirt, looking like a nonchalant model on the front cover of a magazine.
I let out a long exhale, taking my eyes off him for a second.
“The Ashbornes are working on it.” Then wheeling my chair around, I leaned into the desk, and he mimicked my move, bringing his elbows up to rest on the desk surface.
“As for Nymphaea, if she’s really returned but is hiding, I know a way to lure her out.”
His brows rose in surprise.
“But for that, I’d need Wolf-girl’s cooperation.”
…
After a short conversation with the doctor, we decided to leave Wolf-girl at the hospital over the next twelve hours.
But at home, I found no sleep.
Despite Hale falling right asleep as soon as our bodies hit the bed, my eyes stayed open till the warm rays of the rising sun filtered through the window, bathing the bedroom in heat-haze crystals hours later.
The Ashbornes had come and gone. Cleaning the parts of the mansion in use. Mowing the yard and clipping the flowers under the canopy of darkness.
All that was left now was the soft breathing of my lover in my hands, and the quiet tears of the vampire upstairs where he thought no one could hear.
My ghosts danced in this absolute silence. Mocking me, fixing my attention on the loneliness that remained in one part of my heart. The part that has been in disuse for over a century.
Nymphaea was in this town of gods and mortals. This self-important city of snobbish wealth and I could not feel her. None of my senses could pick her heartbeat.
Without turning, I reached for the nightstand and picked up my phone.
Hale stirred in his sleep, and the covers fell away to reveal relaxed but firm muscles. Tan and toned with a dusting of fine hair across his thighs.
“Lover boy,” I said into the phone as soon as the call connected.
Hale stirred, and my hand snaked up his thigh, caressing the length of it. “Come over.”
“Daine,” Hale whispered hoarsely, squinting at me with sleepy eyes.
“Oui, mon amour.” I replaced my phone on the night stand, and turned on my side. Our lips met.
My lips brushed the length of his first, light and teasing. Then I stuck my tongue out, eager to taste him, running it wet across the perfect lines, plump, so plum.
Right now, I felt zero need to pull out whips or belts. I just wanted to enjoy his body gently, quietly.
At first, he hesitated, surprised, and then his hand was clutching my waist.
I caressed his narrow hip, feeling the soft skin underneath the light sprinkle of hair as I pried his mouth open with my tongue. It was like feeling skin, and the softness of expensive fur all at once.
He opened his mouth more to me, pushing closer, our hardness a delicious friction between us.
Warmth was spreading in my chest now, numbing the pain that had been there all night.
This soothing balm was a warm glow of renewed appreciation for him. The lover who had lived the longest with me, loved me, fought beside me. Opened his heart without reserve.
Let me enjoy the warmth of his love without conditions or sudden breaks.
My aristocrat and graceful professor turned mayor who was so damn easy to love.
“Feeling warm?” He whispered against my lips now, his hand moving around to dig into my back.
“Don’t ruin it.” I clutched his hip tighter. Despite his deeply hoarse voice, he was more awake now than when my lips first touched his.
He chuckled, and suddenly rolling over, he straddled me.
His tongue, warm, with the lingering minty-sweetness of toothpaste dug into mine now, thrusting into my head in a tongue fuck as I held his cheeks on both sides.
My dick gave a jump between our crushed bodies as I groaned low in my throat.
Moving his lips from mine, he whispered in my ear as his hands sunk into my hair. “Can you imagine how she would fit between us?”
I groaned.
My hand found his ass, those firm muscles and crushed it in my grip. He moaned, sliding his pulsing cock against mine.
The world went silent for a second, a zap of current running up my spine, till his voice returned, dark and teasing, “Look at you, the thought of it makes you so hard.”
His fist went around my crown as he trailed his teeth down my chin, my neck, my jaw, shooting needles of pain that felt no different from pleasure.
“Stop talking,” I whispered, and his hand moved. Twisting the soft of his palm around my very sensitive crown, like he was uncapping a bottle of water.
I jerked into him, my breath having caught somewhere at the back of my throat.
“You can pretend all you want around them, Mordaine.” He flashed me that devilishly handsome grin. “But we both know you’re dying to feel that virgin cunt.”
I rolled over and pinned him under me, breathing fast.
“Here I was, thinking we could get all warm and cuddly.” I squeezed his thigh and his surprised shriek melted into a triumphant chuckle.
I reached out to the nightstand, and yanked it open. My hand felt around, closed on the oil-based lube, and pushed the drawer shut again.
“Are you falling for her, Daine?” His delighted eyes moved from the bottle back to my eyes. “Is that why Finn’s confession shook you up so much.”
“You’re saying nonsense," I hissed through my teeth, and squeezed his ball.
His eyes closed, back arching off the bed as his chin jutted towards the ceiling in a way that brought several images of Nymphaea to my mind. A knock sounded then.
“Come.”
“You’ve not worked me hard enough,” Hale leered, pretending I was speaking to him.
I swatted him hard across his stiff erection and watched tears jump to his eyes just as Vampire-boy froze behind us.
Hale’s eyes were a silent challenge now, and when I tried to grab his wrists, he pulled them out of reach.
When my hand came down on his dick again, it was harsher, smacking him right across his crown with the soft of my palm.
The pain in his voice was music, and I turned him over.
He was jerking against the bed, impatient as I placed my knee on his waist to keep him still.
I glanced over my shoulder to the stunned, pale face behind us.
“You really didn’t have to call me here for this.” The loathing in his voice was unmistakable, but he did not leave.
“I’ll call you over whenever the fuck I like. Sit down.”
He did.
My fingers dropped to Hale’s spine, and gently caressed down the straight line, till I was at the entrance of my favorite hole, warm, so perfect my dick lined up against my belly just at the feel of it.
“Tell him.”
Moaning beneath me, Hale turned his face till he was staring at vampire-body. But he did not speak immediately and when I glanced sideways at vampire-boy on the armchair, there were lines around the edge of his mouth.
Just like his other emotions, he could never hide that jealousy that ate his stubborn ass alive.
“Daine says you should break her in,” Hale said finally, squirming as my oiled fingers softly worked around his purple rim, prying him open.
“What?”
Hale hissed as I shoved up to my first knuckle. His head swayed from side to side in ecstasy, that natural silver hair catching the soft sunlight, shining, polished.
I leaned down and kissed his shoulder, whispering in his ear as my fingers sank further, caressing.
He was breathing heavily, rocking against my fingers, trying his hardest to concentrate on Finn’s face and go on with the conversation.
“You probably know this already, but Lys is a virgin.” The words rushed out of his lips. “And she’s apparently not as terrified of you as she is of us. Work up her appetite.”
“What?” Finn repeated, and I was not sure whether it was the performance in front of him or the thought of doing more than kiss her that was responsible for those reddening cheeks.
“Consider it a gift.” I spoke up because Hale had lost his voice, moaning beneath me. “Woo her, love her, make out or whatever, but you are not allowed to fuck her.”