Chapter 37

AYRA

“You want me to practice this spell with you?”

“Yes,” Ishmael agreed.

I turned to Nathaniel, who sat across from me on the kitchen island. “Are you sure he hasn’t lost his mind?”

“Nah, babe. He’s alright.”

“I don’t think he is. How does being a vampire and a sorceress correlate?”

“You’ll see. Just do as I asked.” Ishmael slid a note over to me. “Or you could practice on your own. Just make sure you let me know if you succeed. It’s the most basic thing a mage could ever do.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not a mage. You seem to have forgotten that, and for some fucked up reason, Nathaniel agrees with you.”

“I just think it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“Sure. When do I start?”

“Anytime you feel like it. If you need any help, my door is always open to you.”

“Thanks,” I said absentmindedly, staring down at the paper.

“Ayra!”

I snapped my head up to find Nathaniel glaring at me. “Were you calling me?”

“Was that question supposed to be asked five times ago or we’re just counting the sixth?”

I smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I didn’t hear.”

“Look who’s getting lost in her head over something she suddenly became obsessed with.”

I snorted, stuffing the paper into my pocket. “I’m more concerned about Kimberly lying about her pregnancy.”

“I told you it was a joke. I’d have been the first to know.”

“Why would she joke about something like that?”

“Why does she do anything at all? It’s Kimberly. At this point, you shouldn’t be questioning it.”

“True. She’s just like Nikki. They play about everything.”

“Am I hearing a complaint here?”

“You would think so. You have zero friends.”

“Tell me the part where I’m supposed to be offended at your ‘insult’,” he said with a huff.

It was a constant back and forth between us. When it was his turn, he mocked me for having friends because he saw them as moles planted in a person’s life to off them when, in actuality; he was close friends with Logan and Kai. He was also friends with a few of the Enforcers.

“Nah, how about we skip to the part where you’re running around, because I’m about to whoop your ass.”

“I would, but I’m fucking tired.”

“How do you keep doing that?” I asked when he suddenly ported behind me.

“Shadow porting. It’s a common thing with demons. It takes energy to shadow port a long distance.”

“Because it’s essentially you traveling as the black smoke?”

“Yes, but with short distances like this, it’s not a problem.”

“What about teleporting? Can you do that?”

“Can demons do that?”

“How would I know?” I shot back.

He chuckled, burying his face in my neck. “You’d think she’d have learned something from living with one for months now.”

I sent my elbow into his side, but he didn’t so much as wince. “She hasn’t. Said demon has been preventing her from learning about demons.”

“The books aren’t accurate. They even spelled my name wrong.”

“All the books? Why would you even be inside the books? If they said Aiden, I know he deserves to be in there for the massive dickhead of the year. Do they get awards? They should if they haven’t—”

He pulled away from me, swiveling the stool around so I was facing him. “I’ve never met someone who undermines my family as much as you do.”

I flashed him a grin. “I know. It hurts to carry the weight alone, but if it’s the price I need to pay for humbling all three of you, I’m happy to.”

“What would the books be without the resident abomination to the demon realm?” He grunted. “Everyone knows about the Blacks. Plus, my ancestry goes way back.”

“Mhm.”

He sighed deeply, placing his forehead against mine. “I’m tired, Ayra.”

“Tired?”

“Yes. I’m bone-deep tired.”

“What’s going on?”

He shut his eyes, letting out another sigh before he opened them again. “I just want everything to end.”

“You’re not making any sense, Nathaniel.”

“I’m never able to have peace everywhere I go. And when shit like that happens, my family gets broken up and hurt. Sometimes, we’re lucky to have escaped, and I think I’ve cheated death enough.”

I cupped the sides of his face. “Listen to me. Every one of those times you’ve escaped is not by sheer luck. It’s all because of your strength and your drive to protect your family. Don’t undermine that. You weren’t ‘lucky’ to have escaped. You escaped because you were strong enough to defeat your enemies.”

“What if I can’t do that anymore? What if my enemies are bigger and stronger this time around?”

“Then we’ll fight them off. Together,” I swore, letting my sincerity shine through my eyes.

“What if I’m not able to protect you?”

“Where does it say it’s your duty as my mate to do that?”

“No, but it’s my duty as your Alpha to do that.”

“I guess that means it’s my duty as your Luna to make you see otherwise. Sure, you can try to keep your pack members safe, but it in no way makes you responsible if something ever happens to them.”

“You’re fucking perfect. You know that, right?”

I slid my hands down to his shoulders, shrugging. “I’ve been told. Usually when I’m on my back or on all fours. Or pressed up against a wall.”

“How about we add on the kitchen counter to that, yeah?”

“And you’re still talking because?”

He pulled me off the stool, tugging my shorts and panties down my legs before he hoisted me on the counter, parting my thighs on either side of him.

He placed his hand against my chest, pushing me backward until my back hit the cold countertop. Only then did he lower his head between my thighs, dragging his tongue along my slit.

My thighs jerked violently at the contact.

“So sensitive,” he growled, and I didn’t have to look at him to know he was staring down at me with possession in his eyes.

“Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to get to work?” I barked, quivering from the anticipation.

“Always so impatient,” he tsked, sawing his finger lazily in and out of me. “I think I’m going to make you beg for it just so I can test how far your patience goes.”

I pushed up on my elbows, narrowing my eyes at him. “Don’t you dare.”

“Way I see it, baby, there’s nothing you can do about it.” He lowered his head to my crotch once more, slipping his hand out of my dripping pussy.

His tongue replaced the motion of his fingers, making me go nuts on the counter. I bit down on my lip, slipping my hand between my thighs to quicken the orgasm that slowly crept up on me.

Nathaniel caught my hand before I could make contact with my clit, a growl moving through his chest. “You come when I say you can, darling.” He pinned my hands against my chest, his tongue continuing the assault on my pussy.

I cried out for the... hundredth time now? I’d lost count after the first ten almost-orgasm.

“Stop.”

He pulled away from me. “As you wish.”

“No! I meant to stop with the teasing.”

“You still haven’t learned. We’re going to keep going until you learn some manners.”

“Please, make me come,” I pleaded, rolling my hips forward.

“Not that hard now, was it?” He asked, kicking off his sweatpants and briefs.

He pushed my thighs wider apart as he stepped into me, stroking his steely cock in his hand. I moved my hand between us, grabbing the base of his thick, veiny shaft.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You gon’ torture me now?” He asked, letting go of his cock.

“Maybe another time.” I was wanton with lust, and I wanted nothing more than to feel the burn of his stretch as he claimed me deeply.

He lightly thrust his hip forward, his engorged head bumping against my clit. I moaned, watching his pre-cum slide down my slit.

“Fuck me. I think you’re ready for my cock now.”

I guided him to my dripping hole. “You didn’t get the memo ages ago?”

“I sure do now.”

He claimed me in one thrust, sending me straight into an orgasm, my pussy squeezing him tightly with relief.

“Holy fuck.”

“Yes, baby. Milk my fucking cock for all it’s worth.”

He took no pity on me as he claimed me with brutal thrusts, sending me toppling into another orgasm before the first even subsided.

He cleared me off the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist, his fingers digging into my ass. No doubt I’d have a bruise there when all of this was over.

“Bounce on my cock,” he ordered, knifing into me, his cock brushing against my top wall with precision. “Right fucking now, Ayra.” He punctuated his order with another thrust, and bounce on him did I.

I held his neck for leverage, sliding up and down his cock with inhumane speed. I could feel every ridge of his vein against my walls, every downstroke dragging my clit against along his cock.

“I’m going to come,” I wheezed, the familiar need to sink my fangs into his neck overwhelming me.

It was as though my hormones had heightened since I got pregnant. It wasn’t a while ago that I had an earth-shattering orgasm, and I could feel another building up.

Nathaniel had no hesitation breaking the skin on my neck with his fangs, setting me off. At this point, I was sure there was something orgasmic in that bite of his. It did me in every fucking time, and I could never tire of it.

My pussy kept spasming around his cock as it grew larger by the second, signaling to me he was close to his release. I took matters into my hands, tightening the muscles of my cunt around him.

He roared into my ear, splashing hot spurts of come into me.

“I think I might like pregnant sex a lot better.” He clamped his lips around my pebbled nipple, sucking it into his mouth while he sawed in and out of me gently.

“Good, because I’m ready for round two in, say... now.”

He smirked at me, his hand slipping between us to tease my clit with his thumb. “I guess we agree, because I’m dying to fuck you again. This time around, I want you on your back with your legs up in the air, clawing at my back while I fuck you hard enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.”

Forget fucking me into oblivion. His words were enough to set off another orgasm in me, albeit this one wasn’t the scream-your-lungs-out type. It left me gasping for breath nonetheless.

“I can get behind that plan,” I finally said, more than ready to get the show on the road.