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What Goes Bump In The Night

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by C. R. Jane


  "I know that. I told you that, Nostra. Did you really have to go as far as dying to finally realise it?" I say, exasperated.

  Nostra shakes his head, looking more than a little abashed. "I guess I did. I guess I needed to understand that trying to protect you was only harming you in the long run. Like Accacia said, love is our power, just the same as it is with the missing clan daughters and their men."

  "I could have lost you, Nostra!" I shout, unable to control the anger now. "Lights damn it, you made it so damn hard!"

  Nostra cups my face in his hands. "I know. I'm so sorry I put you through this."

  Tears of both relief and frustration well in my eyes. "If I didn't love you so much, I could murder you myself," I say, half crying, half laughing.

  He pulls me into his chest, allowing me to bury my face into the crook of his neck as I sob. Clinging onto him, I let the tears fall freely. It's as though a dam has burst with my relief. Eventually, finally, I calm down enough to think a little clearer. Pulling free from his hold I stare into his eyes and ask the question I desperately need the answer to. I need to know whether all this heartache has been worth it?

  "Has your magic returned, Nostra?"

  "No," he replies gently.

  I let out a long breath as that fact settles over us both. We remain staring at one another, neither one of us making a move. I'm very much aware of the sudden change of atmosphere, the intense way he's staring at me, and the gentle way his fingers stroke the back of my hand and wrist.

  "But, I think if you Entwine with me, it just might…"

  He doesn't move toward me, he simply waits for me to respond, giving me the upper hand this time. I'm very aware of the role reversal and I could easily make him wait, make him suffer a little, but honestly, I don't want to. Instead, I stand, looking down at him and without saying a word, undo my trousers and let them fall to the floor at my feet. Nostra's eyes widen with surprise, then desire, as I slowly run my hands over my hips sliding my knickers off too.

  "Nostra, make love to me," I say.

  In one smooth motion, Nostra stands and is pulling me roughly against his chest. One arm circles my waist, clamping me against him, whilst his free hand tangles in my hair. He tugs on the strands, so my face is turned up towards his. He has me held so tightly against him that my toes barely touch the floor. The feel of my bare skin against his has my knees weakening. I wrap my arms around his back, grabbing hold of the taut muscle of his arse as I tilt my hips against the firmness of his cock through the material of his trousers.

  "Nostra…" I whimper, needing him to love me. Needing him to fuck me. It's primal, this feeling I have for him.

  Instinctual. Powerful. Magical.

  "I am going to fucking love you until the sky falls in, Lissa, ruler of my heart, keeper of my soul, and mistress of my body." Then he crashes his lips against mine and devours me with a kiss that has my senses exploding. I don't just see stars, I see planets… a whole universe. It's overwhelming and satisfying all at the same time.

  We grind against each other, hips bumping, hands roving, and lips sliding. We grasp and tug, scratch and bite. Every inch of me is electrified by his touch. The sounds coming from us both are guttural, animalistic somehow.

  "Nostra… please," I beg, wanting him inside of me. Needing that connection more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. But there's still one last barrier between us and so I slide my hands under the material covering his arse and let out a surprised moan as I realise he isn't wearing any underwear.

  In an instant, I am tugging on his trousers and sliding them over his hips. Nostra shifts his weight as he steps out of them and, finally, I get to feel the whole length of his nakedness pressed against mine. He pulls back slightly, but only so he can lift me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist as he strides past the bed and towards the wall, lowering me to my feet the moment my back is pressed against it.

  "I need to taste you," he says, dropping to his knees.

  Before I've even had time to comprehend what he's doing, Nostra is kneeling, gripping my hips and burying his face in the mound of my sex.

  "Oh, oh!" I cry as his tongue spears my wetness and his lips find the spot where all sensation centres. He licks me from my opening to the hard nub and back again. Back and forth he goes, licking and sucking until I'm barely able to stand. Sensation builds with every passing moment of his expert mouth teasing my wetness. My knees sag as a magic unlike any other builds within me. I grip hold of his head, my fingers curling into his hair as he slides his hands up the back of my legs and lifts them over his shoulders. Nostra presses his arm across my stomach, pinning my back against the cool wall that does nothing to dampen the rush of heat over my skin.

  "Nostra!" I cry, rocking against his mouth, on the cusp of unravelling around him.

  His warm fingers dig into my hips as he holds me steady. A deep rumble rises up his throat as his tongue spears my tender opening. I glance down at him, to find that he is looking up at me and I swear I can see the sparks of magic lighting in his beautiful purple eyes.

  A sound mixed between a whimper and a moan releases from my throat as I tear my gaze away, digging my nails into Nostra's scalp.

  I've been with men before Nostra, I've fucked in dark corners of the castle trying in vain to feel anything other than the misery that was my life. It was never more than a desperate, quick fumble with meaningless men.

  This, this is more, so much more.

  Nostra moves his arm that's pinning me against the wall to around my back allowing my body to slide to the floor. I can feel my core twitching and I'm desperate to chase the sensation as he moves up my body. His lips and tongue are replaced by his fingers as they find the slick opening and slide into my body, moving in and out in a steady rhythm whilst his mouth closes over my nipple. His tongue swirls over the tender point, sucking and lapping, sparking off another wave of sensation that shoots down my body and straight towards the tiny bundle of nerves between my legs. At the exact same moment that the pleasure centres there, Nostra places the pad of his thumb over my swollen nub and presses with just the right amount of pressure and, finally, I find release.

  "Nostra!"

  I call out his name, my back arching off the ground as he places himself back between my legs and presses his mouth over my nub drawing out my orgasm, and my magic.

  Grey sparks shoot up from my skin forcing Nostra back as they zoom up into the air like shooting stars across the midnight sky. I lie quaking as my magic releases, unbound and free. Nostra kneels between my parted legs, a look of complete awe as he watches my magic unfold like a miniature light display.

  Sitting up, I get to my knees before Nostra and reach out to him. He shudders as my hand wraps around his cock. The magic of my touch sending pleasure through him. Nostra stares at me with heavy lidded eyes as I move my palm up and down his length.

  "Nostra, ruler of my heart, keeper of my soul, and master of my body, I need you inside of me right now."

  This time I make the first move. Releasing him from my hold, I place my hands upon his shoulders and lower myself onto his length. I'm slick and wanting and sparking like a bonfire as I settle around him.

  Nostra lets out a low moan, one I can feel vibrate up through his body. This man, my love, my heart, fits me perfectly. We each are indeed one half of a whole.

  Together we are one. We are powerful.

  The second he fills me completely, I lower my mouth to his and press a gentle kiss against his lips as he wraps his strong arms around my back. My hair falls forward covering us both in a shroud as more magic works its way up between our bodies. It sparkles in the air around us, zinging across our skin. Nostra's thic
kness fills me to the point that teeters between pleasure and pain. That fine line where only bliss exists.

  Staring deep into his eyes I begin to speak the incantation one more time. After a beat Nostra recites the words with me too. Our hot breaths mingle as I begin to move up and down his shaft, the words falling from our lips.

  Magic lost, magic found,

  In the air, and all around.

  Salted tears, hollow husks,

  Starlit night and rising dusk.

  Thumping pulse, flowing blood,

  Bleeding sorrows and joyful love.

  With our hearts and with our souls,

  We share my magic, make us whole.

  Nostra clamps his arms around my back crushing me against his chest then tips his head back, a roar of pleasure erupting from his plump lips. Inside me I can feel his cock swell as my magic shoots out of my skin and disperses into him. The grey sparks change colour to lilac as it dissolves just beneath the surface of his skin.

  "Nostra," I call out, bringing his focus back to me.

  "Lissa," he chokes, not able to utter another syllable as I ride him. There's a franticness to the way we move together, a desperate need to reach the pinnacle of our desire and the hope that it brings. I need this to work. I need Nostra to live. He must.

  "Nostra, let the magic in. Let me give you this gift," I pant, pushing more magic outwards, pushing more magic into him. Nostra groans as he grips my hips, my core tightening around his shaft with every downward movement.

  "Lissa, my love," he groans, his eyes rolling back as he climbs the mountain to his release. I rain kisses over his face as my arse slaps against his thighs in my need to hasten our coming together. I can feel the magic coming thick and fast. It shoots out of me, a thousand tiny spears leaving me and entering him.

  Nostra reaches up and grabs the back of my head, bringing my lips to his. Our mouths crash together in a mutual groan as our tongues fight for dominance. This kiss is filled with every moment of longing fulfilled, of desire satiated and love shared. Together we are a tinderbox of magic and love, passion and desire. We move together as one, our bodies in tune with each other as we reach for release. I watch as purple flames ignite in the lilac of Nostra's eyes, his magic melding with him once more. His grip tightens, as I move faster up and down his shaft.

  "That's it, Nostra, take what you need. Let my magic fill you up.Live!"

  Around us the grey wisps of my magic twirls upwards drawing out the lilac wisps of his. A mini vortex of our magic forms around us both, a visual representation of our love and passion and an exact copy of the tattoo that twines up my leg.

  "Nostra, come with me!" I cry, the force of my orgasm arching my spine. Inside, I can feel my core milking his cock. Nostra cries out, grinding his hips one final time as we both come hard and fast.

  We fall against one another panting, and for a long minute neither of us have the energy to speak, to move, as the after effects of our magic ripple across our skin like the sea lapping against the shore.

  "Nostra, my love," I finally whisper, bringing up my hand to cup his cheek. His eyes flutter open as he gazes up at me through the strands of his sandy hair. He stares at me with such love, that for a moment all I can do is bask in the glow of it.

  "God, how I love you," he says. Then, with utmost care, he lifts me off his length and presses a delicate kiss against my mouth.

  "How do you feel?" I ask, gently.

  "I feel incre-" His sentence is cut short on a violent shudder that has my pulse racing for a different reason this time. His eyes widen in pain as a cry of fear rips from his mouth

  "Nostra?" I reach for him, but he flinches back. Shuffling back on his bottom. He looks terrified.

  "Nostra, what is it?" I exclaim, crawling towards him.

  "STAY BACK!" he snarls.

  The sound of his voice is guttural, animalistic.

  "Get out of here, Lissa!" he cries, falling forward onto his hands and knees. I watch in horror as his back arches, his fingers curving into the carpet. The sounds of bones breaking then reforming fill my head.

  "Nostra. Oh, goddess, what's happening?"

  I watch in horror as his body contorts, a wave of grey and lilac magic rippling over his skin.

  Nostra is changing form, becoming something else entirely.

  Within seconds he begins to grow in size as the muscles in his body stretch and lengthen. Stumbling backwards, I watch in dismay as my magic, his magic now, slides beneath his skin, pushing upwards and out as white fur scatters across the surface.

  "GET. OUT. OF. HERE!" he snarls in a voice that is no longer his own. I back up against the wall, my heart exploding out of my chest with fear. Out of the corner of my eye, shapes emerge, and I twist my head sharply to look out of the window.

  Just beyond the edges of the protective spell surrounding the manor, Queen Adrielle's demons batter their fists against the invisible blockade.

  "They're here!" I cry, looking into the sky just as two dozen angels fly out of a bank of cloud towards the demons below. A shard of lightning illuminates the sky behind them, but the demons are too preoccupied with breaking through my spell that they don't notice Ether and his group of angels until they are upon them. In seconds a fierce combat ensues. The battle has arrived early.

  "Nostra!" I shout, turning back towards him. But Nostra isn't a man any longer, he's a huge, white, snow leopard and the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

  "Nostra?" I whisper, my legs trembling. The snow leopard breathes heavily through its nose, its sharp gaze focusing on me with the same lilac eyes of the man I love. I reach out a shaking hand towards him.

  The snow leopard stiffens, its hackles rising. There is no recognition in its eyes, only the understanding of a wild animal acting on instinct. It sniffs the air, smelling, then growls, a low rumble vibrating the air between us.

  What has my magic done?

  "Nostra, it's me…" I say desperately, aware that beyond the spell our friends are fighting for their lives. They need our help, but right now neither of us can do anything about it.

  "Nostra, if you're in there, if you can hear me, please listen."

  Nostra growls, baring his long, sharp teeth, but I continue anyway. "The demons are here. Our friends need our help. I need your help. You must change back," I say, taking a step towards him.

  It's the worst possible thing I can do…

  A scream rips from my throat as Nostra launches at me. On instinct I throw up my arm, shooting my magic at him. He howls as the defensive spell hits him across his broad chest forcing him backwards, but not before his claws have raked down my cheek and neck, slicing open my skin. He lands on all fours, lifts his gaping maw and roars in my face.

  I stand tall, facing him, blood dripping from my open wound. "STOP!" I shout back.

  This time he listens.

  Outside, beyond the protective wall of the spell, the Dark Angels of Clan Vitae fight for their lives against Queen Adrielle's monsters, whilst inside, I face a monster of my own.

  The End.

  Lissa and Nostra's story doesn't end here.

  You can read more about them both in theSisters of Hex series, starting with

  Five Gold Rings.

  Thank you for reading.

  About the Author

  Bea Paige lives a very secretive life in London… she likes red wine and Haribos (preferably together) and occasionally swings around poles when the mood takes her. If you like your books filled with supernatural creature and kick-arse women then why not start reading her Sisters of Hex series, but if you prefer contemporary romance then grab the Brothers Freed trilogy of books. Better yet,
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