Spells at Midnight
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“Shit!” Zachary cried, sitting up.
Without moving off her prize, Renee pushed him back down. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him with little art but much passion. She wanted to taste him, to know he was really there with her. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave her.
She reached up and pinched his nipples.
“Oh God and Goddess,” he cried out, bucking under the onslaught of pain and pleasure. “Don’t. Stop. Don’t wanna come without you. Can’t take it. Stop.”
Renee released him and backed up, giving a striking imitation of his growl. “That what you want, me to stop?” She pulled long and hard on Zachary’s cock with a firm hand, not giving him a moment of downtime. “But I missed your taste too. You want me to stop or do you want me to give it to you?”
“Give it. Now. Give it.”
Head back down, she lapped at his cock as she fondled his tight balls. Caressing that little bit of flesh just behind them, she opened wide and swallowed him again. His groans and pleas became her music. They both needed to feel this, to feel each other, to feel at all after the half-life they’d lived the past year alone. This was what life really was about. Not battle. Not death. Not anger. Not hatred. Not prejudice.
Love and the purest expression of that love.
Renee felt tears stream down her cheeks as the man she loved came apart in her arms. She swallowed his salty, honey-flavored seed as he cried out her name.
* * * * *
Hours later Zachary came awake with a jolt as Renee rolled on top of him. Head resting on hands folded in a steeple, she asked, “So, you gonna tell me what took you so long?”
“I had to get something for you,” Zachary replied with a yawn, wrapping his arms around Renee and snuggling her close. “Call it a wedding present. But I had to earn it first.”
“Earn what?” Renee asked between nibbling kisses she rained on Zachary’s forehead. “I don’t need a damn thing but you. You should know that.”
Spreading his legs to settle Renee more comfortably, Zachary replied, “My people are ageless. I have no intention of being a widower for the next millennia.” He closed his eyes and grimaced at the thought. “Unlike some types of Fae or demons, my mate doesn’t automatically get my extended lifespan. So I had to find a way to keep you with me.”
“What did you find for me? And what did you have to go through to get it?” Renee asked, sliding her fingers through Zachary’s hair and staring at his dear face with concern.
Zachary waved his hand in the air and plucked up the small crystal vial. So small it hardly seemed worth a year of her life, but Renee knew better than to judge magic by the size of the package. He handed it to her. “Ambrosia, specially formulated from me for you. If you drink it, it will link your lifespan with my own. Upside, you could live forever like me. Downside, if I’m ever killed you will die with me. There’ll be no ‘death do us part’ here. This is forever. It’s your choice.”
Rolling the ornately carved vial between her palms, Renee replied, “Does make a normal marriage seem like child’s play.”
“Yes and it’s much more binding. No possibility of divorce, no backing out later.” Zachary closed Renee’s fingers around the vial, keeping hold of her hand as he spoke. “You don’t have to do anything right away. Take as much time as you need before you decide.”
Renee stared at his dear face, a face she’d thought never to see again. “What, a year isn’t enough?” Renee pulled her hand free, popped the bottle open and downed the contents before she had a chance for second thoughts. Fire, intense and painful, slammed through her, pumping in time with her heartbeat. She threw back her head and screamed. Sweat dripped from every pore as her body fought to cool itself.
Her back bowed and her muscles twisted. If Zachary hadn’t held her down she would’ve flown off the bed.
As she contorted Zachary held her close, rocking, murmuring softly and petting her head. He didn’t release her until the convulsions stopped.
“Sweet Goddess,” Renee panted between chattering teeth, “I didn’t expect it to be that bad.”
“Eternal life never comes easy.”
The darkness behind those words brought Renee’s head up to look into Zachary’s solemn eyes. “What did you have to give to receive it?”
“Some things I’ll never tell you,” he whispered. “Trials—tests of my determination and my feelings for you. Some were more difficult simply because my people still don’t completely trust your kind. But in the end I gave my word to the God and Goddess.”
An oath to the greater powers, something never entered into lightly. What exactly had Zachary given up to be with her? “Your word for what?”
Zachary sighed, a sad desolation filling his gaze. “You know that parakind as a whole is at a crossroads. It will be more difficult than ever for one to find his or her mate. But without true mates, we will all eventually disappear.”
Renee pursed her lips and nodded. “It’s why I resorted to a spell to bring you to me.”
“Exactly.” Zachary pulled Renee up to claim a kiss, savoring his lover’s flavor. “Sometimes fate needs a little push. That’s where we come in.”
“We?” Renee asked.
“Yes, we,” he replied, tapping a single finger on the tip of Renee’s nose. “I promised we would do whatever we could to help others find their true loves, no matter how far separated or what race. We will help.”
She could live with that deal. It was a fair trade. Hell, more than fair. Eternal life with the man she loved in exchange for playing the part of the paranormal world’s version of a New Age Cupid.
Not a bad deal at all.
The End
About the Author
It’s always the quiet ones. Mild-mannered Jenna Castille lives a rather normal life with her husband and daughter in Las Vegas. Only her husband and closest friends know about the twists and turns her imagination takes. She’s loved fantasy and horror stories since childhood. Then she discovered romance and Romantica®. As a writer, she never could figure out which genre she liked better, so she decided throw them all in a pot and see what came out.
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