by Lane Hart
I could blame my next actions on boredom or the lingering effects of the potions; but if I’m being honest with myself, I just wanted to feel Kingston’s lips on mine, his larger body pinning me down to the mattress until he finally fills the emptiness inside of me.
Both of my fists reach up and grasp either side of his open collar and tug him down to me. Our mouths collide so hard my teeth rattle, and then it’s an all-out war being waged by our tongues.
And just like I wanted, Kingston’s knees come up on either side of the mattress, straddling my hips as I fall backward. Both of us groan into each other’s mouth when our lower bodies meet for the first time.
Propping himself up on his forearms, Kingston breaks our kiss to stare down at me, his eyes watching mine.
“Wh-why did you stop?” I ask through panting breaths.
“Harper, you’re so beautiful you blow my mind, but are you sure you’re ready to do this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Part of me wants to wait until we get out of here, refusing to give them what they want,” he says.
“Me too,” I agree.
“But the other part of me just wants to be inside of you so badly that nothing else matters.”
“Will it make us both stronger?” I ask, remembering our conversation from the other day.
“Yes.”
“Stronger than the three masters?”
“Possibly,” he replies. “We may already be stronger than them. Afterward? We could burn this place down if we wanted to.”
“In that case, screw them. Let’s do this for us, for the future.”
“For us,” he agrees when his lips lower to my neck and send a heated shiver through me. “And our future.”
Chapter 18
Kingston
Harper may have said she wants to do this, but she still looks nervous. I won’t ask her again or try and talk her out of it, though. All she has to do is say the word and I’ll stop, but until then, I’ll try my best to convince her that this, us together, is going to be incredible. Better than her and her shifter, better than her and her vampire. How do I know? Because I’ve experienced the energy and power surge from our kind, even if I’m guessing it’s only a fraction of what it will feel like with Harper. The warlocks are all half-human and weak, while she was made by a witch and a warlock.
While I’m still busy tasting the salty flavor of her skin just below her ear, Harper makes her intentions clear by pushing my shirt down my arms and off before reaching between us to undo my pants.
Pushing myself up on my palms to see her face again, I ask, “Mind if I take your shirt off?”
“Shirt, skirt, panties, remove it all,” she tells me, her eyes full of resolve winning out over the nervousness.
Now it’s my turn to hesitate because I know it’s her first time and I don’t want to disappoint her or hurt her. Still, deep down I’m thrilled because she picked me.
“What are you waiting for?” Harper asks. “Do you not want to take my clothes off?”
“Of course I want your clothes off,” I assure her, sitting back on my knees so that I can start unbuttoning her shirt. “But I’m going to go slow and take my time to make damn sure that you never forget your first time.”
Once her shirt is gaping open, Harper sits up for me to remove it, putting us face to face so I can kiss her again. She runs her hands through my hair while my tongue invades her mouth. I release the back clasps of her bra and have it off at the same time, eager to get her perfect breasts in my hands and mouth. I cup both tits at the same time and give them a squeeze that makes Harper moan into my mouth. Unable to wait another second, I lower my head to latch on to one of her puckered nipples, licking and sucking it to hear more of her gasps. Her grip tightens on my hair and her breath quickens while I work her over.
Before long, Harper relaxes and her body goes limp, falling backward on the mattress. My mouth only leaves her nipple long enough to cover the other, causing her to arch her back, pushing her breasts up to me in offering as I increase suction. While she’s good and distracted, I move my right hand down to her thigh and slide it up underneath her skirt, letting my fingertip brushes over the damp crotch of her panties. Her body bucks just from that small touch.
“My mouth is going here next,” I warn her with one last lick of my tongue on her nipple before I kiss my way down her stomach. Unzipping the side of her skirt, I pull it and her panties down her legs with one quick jerk, revealing her pussy to me. My index finger trails through her slit, my dick thickening in my pants when I feel how hot and wet she is.
Eagerly, my tongue replaces my finger, licking up and down, up and down through her folds before flicking the tip over her swollen clit.
“Oh my god!” Harper exclaims in a rush.
“I’m pretty sure it was the devil who invented this technique,” I tell her before I suck on that sensitive flesh, making her hips rock and her thighs squeeze the sides of my head. I have to press a hand down on her pelvis to keep her still enough for me to keep going, swirling my tongue around and licking her deeper until she shatters apart, her legs quivering. I keep tasting her even after she shouts my name and then screams it so loudly that everyone in the academy probably heard.
When her fingers tug on my hair, trying to pull me up her body, I go, kissing my way along her hip bone and stomach until my face is above hers that’s flushed and gone slack.
“That…was…” she said in gasps.
“Good?” I ask.
“Yes!” she exclaims, throwing her arm over her face in embarrassment, making me want to do it over and over again, but it’ll have to wait. I don’t have much control left, and my cock is throbbing in need, hurting so badly that I have to get inside of her.
Standing up, I quickly grab the condom from my wallet before I toss it aside and shove my pants and boxer briefs down. While she may have agreed to sleep with me, that doesn’t mean she wants to become a mother, no matter how much I want to see her belly swell with my children. For now, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen until she’s ready.
As soon as I get the rubber rolled down my shaft, I crawl back up on the bed, parting Harper’s thighs to wedge myself in between them. Her hands grab my face to pull my mouth down to hers, kissing me deeply as I reach down to rub myself back and forth through her slick sex as she squirms and moans underneath me.
“Are you ready?” I ask against her lips.
“Yes. I can’t wait any longer.”
The last word barely leaves her mouth before I’m guiding my head to her entrance and easing my way inside. A groan escapes my throat because of how fucking good she feels. I thrust forward until Harper gasps and goes still from the intrusion, trying not to move until she has time to adjust to my thickness and length. My dick isn’t exactly the size most virgins would probably pick, and fuck, she’s tight. Her wet heat surrounds me, nearly scalding but too good to stop.
“Can you take a little more?” I ask through gritted teeth.
She nods and then says on a sigh, “Your skin…feels so good against mine.”
“Yes, it does,” I agree, kissing her while I start rocking slowly and gently into her until she tilts her hips to meet mine, sheathing me all the way in.
After that, Harper’s motions quicken and become more frantic, letting me know the worst part is over.
We pant into each other’s mouths until we have to break our kiss.
“King–!” Harper cries out the first half of my name in pleasure as her body clamps down around my cock.
At first, when I see the glowing light, I think I’m seeing things because of the ecstasy. But then the lightbulb above us blows, leaving us in darkness other than the shimmering red light underneath me – the one coming from Harper’s skin, every inch of it. I had read about the phenomenon but never seen it with warlocks.
“You’re glowing,” I tell her in awe.
Her eyes blink up at me before they close and she absently mutters, “Yo
u too.”
“No, Harper. Look at your skin.”
Finally, she holds her hand up in front of her face and looks at it. “Wow. So that’s where the burning warmth inside of me went.”
“Congrats, sweetheart. Losing your innocence is how you gain your magic, your power. And it must be something else too, because I’ve never seen anyone light up like this.”
Harper lifts her eyes to me and says, “You’re sort of radiant yourself.” She runs her fingers over my arm, drawing my attention to my own skin that is slightly luminescent, nothing like hers but definitely noticeable.
“Our magic mingled and yours overpowered mine,” I tell her.
“How long will it last?” she asks as she sits up to examine her lower body that’s putting off the same reddish hue.
“I’m not sure. Maybe a few hours.”
Taking her palm, I press it to the side of my face and soak in the warmth she’s emitting. I bet she did feel like she was burning up from the inside out before the magic finally sparked.
“Will this happen every time?”
“With me? Yeah, I think so,” I say, knowing the magic feeds off of sin, growing a little stronger with every deviant act. “With warlocks, the sex is always a high. Now I guess we know why there aren’t many witches in the world. The glow is too noticeable. You couldn’t walk down the street like this.”
Harper pulls her hand from my face and then replaces it. “We’re like magnets,” she remarks. “I don’t want to stop touching you.”
“We’re drawn together the way we’re meant to be to keep our people alive and strong for generations to come.”
“I guess so. And did we knock the power out?”
“Yes, at least down here we did. Which means…we can probably leave,” I say, the disappointment a heavy boulder in my gut knowing that Harper cares for two other men who she wants to go to.
“Okay,” she says on a sigh. “But I’m not ready to leave yet.”
“Good,” I reply before I lean down and kiss her. The contact feels even better than before. Wanting every inch of my skin touching as much of hers as possible, I stretch out on top of her and link my fingers through hers, holding them over her head. “You want to see if it happens again? I promise to go slow and easy if you’re still a little sore…”
“Yes,” she agrees, parting her legs a little more and wrapping them around my lower back. My hard cock lines up perfectly with her entrance, allowing me to sink inside an inch at a time. Harper’s still tight, but I fill to the hilt much easier, welcoming the mingling of our power and feeling stronger than ever before, like I could take on the world, or even better, all three of the coven masters at the same time.
Harper
My second time with Kingston was even better than the first. There was still a little pain but so much more pleasure than the first time. I no longer shied away from the inferno blazing inside of me and instead let it consume me.
Now I know it wasn’t my body burning up from the inside. It was my power trying to break free of its confines. Realizing that makes it easier to let go, to let the magic erupt from my skin and flourish.
Based on the way Kingston shouted and cursed loud enough to shake the walls when he came, I think he enjoyed the surge too.
His lips are pressing open mouthed kisses on the side of my neck as we both catch our breath and soak up the after effects. We’re sweaty and stuck together, but every spot where our bodies touch is perfection, which is why my legs are still wrapped around his and my hands are still trapped in his above my head.
“That was…” Kingston starts between kisses. “Both worth living for…and dying for…and fuck, I already need you again.”
“Me too,” I say, smiling at his words while squeezing our intertwined fingers. “But I need a shower and food.”
“I know,” he replies as he removes his mouth from my skin. “I’ll see if I can find the door and overpower it now that the power is off.”
When he lifts his body from mine, taking his warmth and power with him, I nearly call him back. But I want to see Rowan tonight before he starts to worry about me. I’m not exactly looking forward to telling him what happened with Kingston, but it wasn’t my fault that we were locked up together for days. Surely, he’ll understand that.
Right?
After Kingston has his pants back on, he starts walking around the room, pushing on sections of walls while I get dressed.
Finally, he finds a spot that creaks. “This is it!” he calls to me. “Come here, I may need your help.”
“I’m not sure how I can help,” I say since he’s twice my size and my arms are weak. Actually my whole body feels tired after two rounds of sex.
“You won’t use your physical strength but your metaphysical,” Kingston says, as if I understand what he’s talking about.
“Here,” he says, waving me over. When I’m next to him, he takes my palms and presses them flat on the wall. Even that small contact makes me shiver, wanting more of his touch. “Now, close your eyes and focus all of that heat inside of you at opening the door, removing any locks or deadbolts with your mind.”
“If you say so,” I mutter, thinking he sounds a little crazy.
“Just try,” he says. “I think we can do this.”
Standing next to me, Kingston replicates my position, palms on the concrete, eyes shut. I close mine and then try to turn up the warmth that’s only lukewarm at the moment. At first, nothing happens, but I keep at it until the scorching heat builds and then send it out of my hands.
With a loud creak, the wall actually moves forward a few inches.
“That’s it,” Kingston says, but I don’t look at him. “Keep doing what you’re doing. It’s moving.”
In my mind, I picture a heavy door swinging open so that we can finally leave this boring, empty room, and the next second the weight under my hands is gone. Now I can’t help but open my eyes and blink in shock at the four-foot-wide opening now in front of us. What was once a concrete door is now lying on the floor.
“Fucking hell. You did it, Harper!” Kingston exclaims.
“Oh, thank god,” I say in relief.
“I’m going to look for my father. Will you be okay on your own?” he asks.
“Yeah, of course. I’m just going up to my room to take a shower.”
Facing me, Kingston grabs the back of my neck and then kisses me hard before he pulls away. “Just remember that you have your magic now if you need it. There’s not much you can’t do with it.”
“Okay,” I agree even if I have no idea how exactly to use it.
“Can I come to your room later, after I deal with the masters?”
“Yes,” I say before I even consider it. The word just flew out of my mouth like there was no other option, like I don’t have to talk to Rowan, who I care about and don’t want to hurt. Still, I can’t find it in me to change my answer.
“I’ll see you then,” Kingston says. “Now, let’s find the stairs before they realize we’ve escaped.”
The entire house is pitch black, so I guess Kingston and I did knock the power out. All I have to guide me is my still luminescent skin, which is coming in handy.
I say goodbye to Kingston in the foyer and then stop by the kitchen to grab some fruit and a bottle of water, procrastinating. It’s already ten o’clock, and I still need to shower before I go searching for Rowan. Still, I take my time as I try to figure out the best way to tell him what happened.
I’m walking toward the stairs with my snack in hand, lost in my own thoughts when an arm snakes around my waist and hauls me into deeper darkness.
My glow illuminates the interior enough for me to finally realize where I am – the utility closet.
“Drake!” I exclaim in a low whisper as I turn and face the vampire. “God, you scared me!”
“You’re all bright and glowing like a star. How are you doing that?” he asks when he strokes his finger down the slope of my nose. “It’s cute.”
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br /> “It’s my magic,” I tell him. “And I’m not really in the mood to be kidnapped and held in a small room again tonight.”
“Again?” he asks.
“The masters locked me and Kingston together,” I explain. “We just got out.”
I can see his grin widening mischievously and looking even more sinister thanks to my red glow. “You fucked him, didn’t you! Finally popped your cherry, huh? Ah, is that why the power went out?”
“Maybe,” I say on a sigh. “Right now I’m hot and sweaty and need a shower before I talk to Rowan. How am I going to tell him I lost my virginity to someone else? He was pretty adamant about not wanting me to be with Kingston. Actually, he said anyone or even all of the other warlocks except for Kingston. Gah! This is all your fault!” I tell Drake with a shove to his chest.
“My fault?” he scoffs. “I didn’t make you sleep with someone else!”
“You brought me here, you were nice and made me think I could trust you to take me home! It was all a lie to get me here, and now everything is ruined!”
“I thought you had already forgiven me for that shit!” he says. “It seemed that way when I was licking your pussy the other day.”
“I still hate you and this place and the coven masters.”
“Well, I can’t do anything about the academy or the masters, but let me see if I can try to change your mind about me,” he says before he sinks to his knees in front of me and rubs his palms up my thighs. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue, and then I’m going to sink my fangs and my cock in you. I’m so damn glad you finally popped your cherry.”
“Drake, I can’t,” I tell him as I grab either side of his head to stop him when I feel his fangs drag along my inner thigh. “I have to go shower…”
“Before you talk to the shifter? Damn right you do. You smell like sex and used rubbers. But at least he used protection.” His tongue snakes out and licks along the center of my panties.
