Page 13 of The Witching Hour
I tried to tell myself to ease up, but I was lost to sensation and need, fucking her mouth hard and fast. If she hadn’t beenmoaning in pleasure and sucking my cock like a fucking Hoover, I would have found a way to ease up. But when she lifted her gaze, I was amazed at the pleased sparkle in her dark eyes. She grew more and more enthusiastic with every groan of ecstasy that fell from my lips.
My climax was looming and would quickly overtake me, so I stared down at her through hooded eyes and warned, “I’m going to come, baby. You better stop.”
Celeste’s brow furrowed, and she shook her head.
“Baby,” I moaned, “if you don’t stop, I’ll blow my fucking load down your throat.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she squeezed my shaft with both hands and intensified her suction.
“Oh fuck, Celeste! Oh fuck, yes! Fuck! FUCK!” I bellowed as my cock erupted and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.
I was sure that my hold on her hair had to be painful, but I couldn’t seem to do anything about it. “Such a good girl,” I growled. “Swallow it all, love. That’s it. Take every fucking drop. Fuck!”
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, and I pumped my hips with each burst of come.
When my movements slowed and I released her hair, she popped off my cock and grinned up at me.
I was weak in the knees and languidly slid down, pulling her into my lap when my ass hit the ground. Burying my face in her hair, I panted, filling my lungs with her scent.
“Holy shit, love,” I grunted. “You are way too fucking good at that.”
Celeste hummed contentedly as she snuggled against me. “That was a delicious meal.”
Laughter bubbled up in my chest. “I lo—you’re so fucking perfect for me.”
She sighed sweetly and wiggled on my lap. Even though I’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm, I went as stiff as a board under her juicy ass.
“My turn,” I growled, suddenly ravenous.
I spent the rest of the night and well into the day fucking my consort until we passed out around six at night. Only a few hours before we normally get up for our day. I was impressed by how quickly Celeste had acclimated to the new schedule.
The sound of my phone vibrating with a text woke me around midnight, and I grunted in annoyance at the interruption. Ignoring it, I tucked Celeste in closer and dozed off.
It buzzed again, and Celeste stirred, turning over to face me. “We’ve slept really late,” she said sleepily. “Maybe you should check it.”
I muttered a curse as I reached behind me and grabbed my phone. Another curse popped out when I read the message, and I just barely refrained from throwing it across the room.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I forgot to cancel my training appointments for tonight.”
“Training?”
“I guess I forgot to mention that,” I mused. “You know I have my fingers in many things that make my life comfortable.” She snorted at my characterization of my massive wealth, making me smile. “And that I spend a lot of my time hunting nightwalkers and protecting consorts. But a few centuries ago, I helped a young nightwalker struggling to master any fighting skills. I decided to work with him personally, and eventually, he was able to learn everything he needed. He just required a little more time and practice than others, but instead of working with his limitations, most had simply written him off as untrainable.”
I shrugged as I sent a text to my trainee, apologizing and telling them it would be a few weeks before I was back to work.Then I emailed the rest of my appointments to let them know about my schedule change as well.
“I trained Braeden’s consort Callidora for a couple of years before they discovered they were mates. And, of course, I work with all my nieces and nephews.”
“Wow,” Celeste grinned. “You’re kind of a badass.”
I smirked. “According to my cousin’s daughter Sheridan, who I also trained, I have ‘mad skills.’”
“Yes, I’ve experienced a lot of those ‘mad skills’ recently,” she quipped with a wink, making me laugh.
A thought occurred to me, and I scratched my head as I considered it. “Have you been trained to fight, love?”
Celeste’s brow rose in surprise. “Physically?”