“Is that a witch thing?”
Another laugh, this one smug. “No, baby, that’s amething.”
A little more of the old Ezra returned, his emotions appearing down the bond like faint wisps. Right now, the strongest one was curiosity. He wanted to see what I could do. Well, he and I both. Wrapping one hand around his thick base, I rested my other on his thigh for balance. When I gave him a healthy squeeze, that thigh tightened in response.
“Don’t tease,” he pleaded.
“I’m not. I’m just trying to figure out where to start.”
The shower made him wet enough that gliding wasn’t going to be a problem; it was fitting him down my throat I was worried about.
“Use your tongue,” he instructed, then leaned fully back until we were out of the direct spray so he could watch me unobstructed.
Fine. He wanted a show? I’d give him one.
I flattened my tongue against the underside of his cock and licked a stripe all the way up to the tip. Swirling around the head, I tasted the salty bead of precum that escaped at my playfultouches, and then gave another innocent lick to the slit. His feral growl in response sent a shiver of excitement up my spine.
He grew thicker and harder, forcing me to open my mouth wider to accommodate him. Rough fingers tangled in my hair as he pushed in further.
“Take it,” he groaned. “All the way.”
My eyes watered and my jaw cramped, but I breathed through my nose as best I could and let him sink to the back of my throat. I used my hand on the rest that wouldn’t fit. There was no skill to be had here, not with my mouth split wide and no room for my tongue to move, but he seemed to enjoy it. I pushed on his thigh and pulled off, just enough to suck on the head and tease the sensitive ridge underneath before sliding back down again.
It became a pattern; he’d bump the back of my throat, and I’d suck him the entire way out. Slide down, hollow my cheeks, then a light scrape of my teeth. With every step closer to his release, the darkness over our bond faded. His emotions came barreling through: elation, pleasure, lust. Gone was his fear. Gone was the guilt. I didn’t ever want him to feel that shit again.
His legs shook, and I knew he was close, but I wanted him to fall over the edge.
“Gods, you feel so good,” he panted, staring down at me like I was one of those very beings he cried out to. His cock swelled and that stare widened. “Baby, I'm going to… I…Nnng—please.Please.” I swallowed, feeling my throat clench around him.
I couldn’t breathe with him this far, but I swallowed again and watched. Head thrown back, his entire body quaked with his release. A warm rush of cum shot down my throat, and I moaned at the taste. I’d never enjoyed this part, but there was something about it beinghimthat made it delicious this time.
Ezra gently pulled from my mouth and dropped to his knees, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. One hand moved tocup the side of my face, and his thumb wiped away the moisture that gathered in the corner of my eye.
“I don’t fucking deserve you.”
And that’s where he was wrong. He deservedeverything. I didn't care if he thought himself a monster, or even that he had to do monstrous things for the sake of those under his protection. It was what I saw when the smoke cleared that was unacceptable. I refused to let him hate himself.
I leaned forward, making sure I was close enough that he could see the conviction in my eyes.
“If I haven’t given away my soul, then neither have you, Ezra Alantes.”
CHAPTER 21
Ezra
Everything was different now, even me.
Summer at this beach house felt like any other spent hiding from my family, yet this time, my responsibilities changed. Kai was no longer my priority, and that felt so fucking strange. I’d been raised to have his back my entire life; to protect him against all dangers, even if it cost me everything.
I knew at some point it would, but that was okay. I was the half-human, unwanted outcast of the faction. I wasn’t going to find love, or a bond, or be respected enough to do anything with my life besides what Kai gave me the chance to do.
So I became the best at it. The best at hiding my true feelings: the hurt and bitterness. I became the best fighter, the most versatile at using my magick and crafting potions, and the motherfucking G.O.A.T at getting information out of our enemies. Torture. It was the only thing I was good for.
Until her. Rani. My miraculous bond who appeared out of nowhere and knocked every preconceived notion I had about mylife straight on its ass. She was beauty and fire, my fierce equal in every way, and undoubtedly better than I could ever hope to be.
Shewas who held my loyalty now. I ate, drank, and slept Rani fucking Whitmore, and even if it made her hate me, I was going to protect her with every last tool at my disposal. If saving her meant I had to physically beat the shit out of some djinn with only my dick as a weapon, I would find a way to do it.
If I had to carry her over my shoulder, down to that beach, and risk her hating me just like everyone else in my life—save Kai—I would do that too.Nothingcame before her safety. Not even wanting her to love me. Last night was further proof of how far I was willing to lose myself to protect her.
