Page 72 of Birthright

He lifted his head at that, and the look on his face made me forget every word I’d ever known.

“Say that again.”

“I need you to fill me.” Barely above a whisper now, and I meant every syllable. “Please.”

“For once in your life,” he said against my breast, his voice reverent and rough at once, “you are asking for exactly what you want.” He nipped hard at the tender flesh. “I find I can’t deny you a single thing when you ask like that.”

I half laughed. “Then stop denying me,” I said, and the last of anything careful in me was gone, “and fuck me, Demon.”

The sound that came from him was barely human. I guess it wasn’t human at all. It was as if I were fulfilling his deepest fantasy. Maybe I was.

Finally, he watched my eyes as he pushed back into my aching pussy. No longer did I feel as though my body was reacting without the consent of my mind. I wanted him. I wanted this for us. His lips, his kisses were for me and not the wanton Witch side of me alone. I felt his emotions in his touch as his hands traced the outline of my body as he loved me. “Oh. Jordan.” I felt another orgasm building. I pulled him into me, halting his motion. I wanted him to feel it. To feel me.

He threw his head back when I shattered, my muscles tightening around him, milking him. He gritted his teeth at the sensation. I watched his face tighten and his eyes roll back from the feel of my pleasure. When my last pulse passed, he built up speed again, pounding into me, reaching for his own release. I felt him swell and heard the vinyl of the mat under his hands give way, ripping from the force of his fingers digging in. I groaned, tore at his shoulders to control the surge in myself as he reached his peak and shouted my name, not caring at all who heard us.

He continued to grind as I wiggled and moaned, reaching, grasping, gasping. The urgency of his movements pushed me over the edge one last time.

My breathing and heart rate became erratic as he slowed. He whispered against my ear, the words almost lost in my hair. “So powerful.” Then, louder, with those big hands dusting gentle touches over my skin: “You are dammed beautiful, Keena.”

When my breathing was closer to normal, he rolled us over so I was draped across his chest. “Did I live up to your fantasies?” The satisfaction in his voice was warm and deep.

I laughed, breathless, undone, still trembling, my carefully constructed composure in absolute ruins somewhere back on those mats. “You had my blueprints. That’s cheating.”

“I had the blueprints,” he agreed. “But hearing you say it…” He exhaled slowly. “Asking me. Telling me what you wanted and why.” Something quiet moved through his expression. “That wasn’t in any fantasy I read. That was just you.” He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “Next time I will show you how we can add our Demon magic to it.”

I thought about that for a moment. “If it gets better with the magic, I don’t think I’ll survive it.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself.” We remained still for a few quiet moments. The only sound in the room was our hearts trying to find their way back to a normal rhythm. He kissed my head. “I have watched you grow, Keena. Longed for you from a distance for years. I wouldn’t have survived if you had rejected me.”

I didn’t look at him but I felt his sincerity, his relief. The sudden softness of his voice touched me. “Years? How?”

“I was the one who found you. You were around twelve, I think. You were so cute then.”

“I’m not now?”

He chuckled. “No, now you are outstanding, beautiful…sinful even. But you outgrew cute at about fifteen.”

I liked this softer side of him, but knew he shielded it well on purpose, and I would never betray it. “At fifteen, I was tall and gangly.”

“I always saw the beauty that you have only recently seen. I have dreamed of holding you in my arms for years.”

“Why weren’t you my guardian instead of Manus, then?”

“Can you be in love with your guardian?”

Manus had made his pledge to protect me always, but he couldn’t be a consort. “Oh.”

“And I couldn’t blend into your life as a cat. I did handpick Manus from the volunteers. I felt your need for companionship and gave you a friend and a guardian.” He kissed me again, softly on the head and ran his hand over my hair.

Again, I was humbled and at a loss for words as I thought of all those who had spent years protecting me, waiting for me to come into my power. I knew Jordan must have had lovers over the years, but he had waited for me. I was glad I had been drawn to him, happy to be in his arms. I twirled my fingers across his chest. No wonder he was anxious when he finally knew I was drawn to him and then rejected that pull.

“Thank you,” I said and kissed his nipple.

“For?”

“Making sure I had a friend, making sure I had Manus.” And for showing me your softer side. I didn’t say it, but it meant more to me than he would ever know.

A knock came at the warded door Jordan one of the guards called out, “Sir, others will be arriving soon.”