“That sounds good to me. You look beautiful Portia. That dress really brings out your eyes.”
She smiled mysteriously, bit her lip, and then said, “You clean up well too.”
I held my arm out, and Portia took it. When I was sure no one was looking down the empty side street, I dropped the concealment spells, and we walked around front to the restaurant entrance. I pulled the door open and held it for her, then followed her inside. The scent of good Italian made my stomach gurgle, she looked at me with amusement, and I gave her an abashed shrug.
Between the battle, and several hours between the sheets, I’d worked up a hell of an appetite.
The decor was elegant, and with the low lighting and candles quite romantic. We were led to a small couple’s table, with a white tablecloth, red candles, and place settings.
We had a good time, or at least I did. It was hard to look away from her for any reason, and while she pumped me for information on living in Seattle and my family, I pumped her for anything I could find out. It was kind of amusing, because both of us were trying to get the other to talk about ourselves.
It told me we were both quite interested in getting to know each other past the superficial.
I told her quite a bit about being raised in a home with a warlock for a father, and a fallen angel for a mother. Not to mention all the others, in a lot of ways my home was a smaller scale example of her Sanctuary for rogues, and all family members.
The biggest shock of the night was learning that Portia knew my mother, very well, at least before my mother fell for falling in love with a mortal and breaking the rules.
She gave me a few details about hunting down rogues that risked the secret, but most of what I learned was what it was like to protect and nurture a tiny town of disparate magical races. It was obvious she loved them, she loved her work and mission, but she was passionate about those rogues that she saw as hers to both protect and nurture, and her eyes would light up when she spoke of them.
After we finished, and I took care of the check, I teleported her to her front door. I was mesmerized, and felt like I was on a high, as I leaned down and gave her a kiss goodnight. The taste of her lips, her aura, her seductive scent, the feel of her soft supple body against mine, her innocent beauty, and the dulcet tones of her voice, were all like a drug to me. I’d spent all day with her, and all I knew was I never wanted to leave, and everything I’d learned about her just made that feeling stronger.
It was crazy how quickly I was becoming hers. I was sure she had faults, everyone did, but I was also sure I’d enjoy those too. It was all insanely fast, and everything I wanted. I hoped she was going to invite me in, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous either, which is the only reason I took her to the front door, instead of her bedroom. I caressed her cheek as I broke the kiss, my eyes ensnared by hers.
Chapter Twenty-Four – Portia
The confident heated passion in his eyes made my knees feel weak, and I could still taste his lips on mine. I’d been so afraid we’d be nothing but heat and passion, but the conversation hadn’t faltered all night, and he’d been as interested in learning about me, as I was in him.
What scared me, was it all seemed far too good to be true. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then again, wasn’t the fact that he was a Nephilim, and the son of the infamous Lilith enough of a shoe? He was sweet, confident, sexy as hell, and he made my body sing with a simple touch… with a look.
We’d had a long wonderful day, he’d even come with me to help with the wreaking of vengeance, and didn’t once look at me like I was a monster. The smart thing to do would be to say goodnight, go inside, and have another date in a day or two, or three. But the idea of him leaving disturbed me, which was disturbing in itself. I’d never felt more powerless, or more powerful, with any other man.
I said, “Would you like to come in?”
I was confident he’d say yes, and at the same time I felt vulnerable as I asked. My own heart took that as an invite into more than my home, but my life. I wanted him so badly, all of him. It was just so… fast. It was hard to believe outside of our first very short meeting, I’d only really known him just a day.
He said, “I’d love to.”
Then he kissed me, and his magic encompassed us. I looked around my bedroom, and looked up at him with an arched eyebrow, “So… when were you in my bedroom?”
He blushed, which was cute, but I was still a little taken back, if not truly angry, until he explained.
“It was how I found you, when I came here to Sanctuary to talk you into a first date, I saw in everyone’s mind that you’d been missing for a week, and they were all panicked. I needed some of your hair to form a sympathetic connection for the infernal divination to pinpoint your location. It was the only way to find you.”
I had been wondering how he managed that, and it made sense. I was also suddenly frustrated, and felt like I was walking on glass. I needed to know if this was real, if we were truly as compatible as my heart so fervently insisted. I was angry at myself for jumping to a bad conclusion, when he had been nothing but wonderful so far.
“This is impossible, I’m so drawn to you, that I need to know.”
He held me close, and looked down at me with scrunched eyebrows, “Know what?”
It was an impulsive crazy idea, one born from my need to know, to know if he was the one for me. Was he, could he be my immortal and forever mate, but there was no reason for the two of us to get to know each other like humans did, over time and on dates I mean. We could… explore each other’s minds. Get to know each other, and who we were, in moments, instead of months of tiptoeing around each other. Our hopes, dreams, foibles, personalities, loyalties, pet peeves, glaring faults, nobilities, emotions, morality, expectations, desires, needs, and wants, all of it. We would either fall in love, or… I would know he wasn’t the one. But… the idea of it was frightening, I’d be even more vulnerable than I was when I was in his arms all day in the throes of passion.
And not just emotionally, though that would be a big part of it, as he read the deep loneliness in my heart, and saw how long I’d been waiting for a true mate, but also physically, my very existence would be vulnerable.
I was immortal, except this man that was stealing my heart could destroy me, forever. He was Nephilim. Letting him in my mind, and opening up fully to him would make me completely vulnerable. He could destroy me with a thought, as I could him. Would he trust me? Could I really trust him? My heart said yes, but the idea still made me tremble, both in fear and desire, excitement and weakness.
I had to know. So far, he seemed kind of crazy, about me, about us, so maybe he’d say yes.
I smiled, “I need to know if you’re the one for me. Will you share minds with me?”
He froze for a moment, and then smirked, “Well, I already broke the stay away from angels because their dangerous rule, what’s one more?”
Oh my, he was crazy, and so was I.
I was breathless, as he leaned down to kiss me, and he completely dropped his mental shields and opened himself to me, more than that, his mind reached out to mine, and invited me in. There was a split second of hesitation, and then I dropped mine, and invited him in too.
It was by far, the most intimate experience of my long life, as his mind gently caressed my memories with care, awe, and a gentleness that stole my heart and my breath. His lips were warm, the kiss sweet, lingering, and full of deep, complicated, and messy emotions.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like, if we were also performing the most intimate of acts, there was immediate agreement to that idea in the strong masculine presence in my mind, and I gasped and kissed him deeper, and more passionately, as I felt his strong muscled body against mine without clothes in the way. The tenderness and awe in his mind at my soft supple body as I conformed it against him, was mind-blowing. If I wasn’t careful, I’d get a big head. The way he saw me was overwhelming, and humbling in a way that made me want
to live up to it.
Then he carried me over to the bed, laid me down, and joined me.
I searched his mind just as carefully, with care, intimacy, and then I gasped, he gasped? Perhaps both of us gasped as one, as I felt him slowly sink into my body, and also felt the incredible feeling of sinking into myself from his point of view. I got lost for a moment, in the shared pleasure of it. I’d been more than ready for him, I’d been wet all night. It was more intimate this way, far more intimate, as I surrendered my body and mind to him, and he did so in return with an eager passion, and a gentle regard, that took my breath away, which in turn filled him with even deeper tenderness and affection.
It was like a feedback loop, the more I gave of myself, the more tenderly and deeply he held me close, and safe, and the more he gave of himself, causing me to surrender more, until we were almost one being in two bodies.
My body vibrated in pleasure, as he slowly impaled me, filled me perfectly and completely, as I stretched around him, and embraced him with my sex. The euphoria of the moment was quickly building, and even as he was gentle in my mind, he made sweet love to me with his body. Truly made love to me, not the intense hard and fast desperate couplings of this morning into the late afternoon, but in soft slow languorous movements that were filled with not only intensely intimate physical pleasure, but with joined love, tenderness, and a vulnerability that blew my, our, minds. Every slight movement he made set off my nerves in waves of pleasure, as we connected with our eyes, our minds, and our bodies. It was overwhelmingly intense, every small movement of him inside me felt like an eternity of shared pleasure all its own.
I gasped and tightened around him, arched my back, and exploded into ecstasy.
He wasn’t perfect, far from it as I searched his memories through the bliss of our connected bodies and minds, and he saw all my imperfections as well, but that didn’t matter to either of us. His nobility of spirit, strong sense of morality, and even his deep carnal desires would make him the perfect mate for me. He’d never leave, never be unfaithful, even if we fought. There would be problems, we certainly didn’t agree on everything, but we agreed on all the important things. And chemistry? That would never be a problem, he was as insanely attracted to me, as I was to him.
I loved him already, and I could feel he loved me too. He gently kissed away the tears of suffuse joy flowing down my cheeks, before I even knew they were there. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, and ground up against him, and squeezing tightly I enjoyed the sharp pleasure he felt from it, even as I drowned in my own. We’d found the truth of each other, the truth of us, yet neither of us withdrew our minds, not ready yet to give up this incredible intimacy as he slowly stroked his cock in and out of my hot, wet, and tight sex, and we shared the intense intimate blissful pleasures we both felt.
He kissed me, or maybe I kissed him, and I sighed into his mouth in bliss, as I had a second orgasm, which was more powerful than the first. Then I felt the rush of euphoric rapture in his own mind, which pushed mine even higher, as he started to pulse and empty himself within me.
I already wanted more, and so did he, I knew we’d make love for hours tonight, and not always this gently, but we also slowly extricated our minds, sharing pleasure like that was almost too intense, but I was sure we would do it again in the future and so was he. There was no reason not to, I trusted him with my very existence, and he enriched that existence, my very being, beyond all my past imaginings, hopes, and dreams.
“I love you Jason Moore.”
He smirked, “I know.”
“Ass,” I giggled, “Did you just quote Star Wars at me and ruin the moment?”
It was true enough, I’d learned he was a bit of a sci-fi geek…
Chapter Twenty-Five – Jason
She was so beautiful as she rode me. Everything about her entranced me, her back slightly arched, breasts swaying tantalizingly above me, sweet sexy sounds falling from her slightly parted full lips, the sensual way her hips moved under my hands, and the way she looked down at me with love, lust, and amazement, as she bit her lip in pleasure. She was a goddess, and I belonged to her, and her alone.
I was also completely and totally smitten. I’d been shocked at her idea to share minds, because it was an expression of total trust. It hadn’t taken me long to agree, about three seconds, and I was very glad I did. It showed me so much, and made the loneliness and worry over finding a true mate that I’d felt, pale in comparison to hers. She was strong, beautiful, sexy, generous, loving, and passionate about her beliefs.
She also loved me deliriously, and was mine. She’d given herself to me, and my heart had claimed her. The next time she cried out in passion, and her sex milked me greedily, I pushed up firmly, overcome, filled her with my essence, and pulled her down for a long kiss.
It was late, and we both needed some sleep, so I pulled her into a spooning position, and held her as we fell asleep.
There was one thing though, I needed a purpose beyond being Portia’s mate. Not that I wouldn’t help her with rogues, and watch her back, but I needed something to do besides studying magic, and being her sidekick so to speak. Or did I? Could I adopt her passions, help her take care of a mixed rogue group of good people who also happened to be shifters, vampires, mages, and a stray Fae?
I could probably also take care of the twisted rogues that killed humans all the time, which weren’t a danger to the secrecy of our way of life. No one else would do it, and although I knew Portia would love to, she couldn’t. I on the other hand, was under no such constraints to bring justice to evil men and women. Nor would I feel guilt, or worry about turning into a monster, for exterminating rogue supernatural murderers and rapists that preyed on humans.
My mind started to turn that over, I’d always been reluctant to find my own city, and make a place. I wasn’t interested in ruling, or even in wrangling the other races who always fought each other. I didn’t fit in, in the cities, but maybe I would fit in here, with the other rogues and oddities that didn’t belong in cities. Still, I had to figure out a way to contribute in my own way, not just be a lazy mate and a pale shadow to my magnificent mate. I thought I figured out an idea, but I’d have to give it some thought. It was a rather ambitious idea. It would be of help to Portia, and free us up for more time together, and… more than that as well.
Eventually, I fell asleep with her soft supple body against mine. I felt a warm and tender affection toward the amazing woman in my arms that made me feel invincible, and incredibly vulnerable at the same time. I never wanted to leave, and thanks to Portia’s crazy idea and leap of trust, I wouldn’t ever have to. Now, I just needed to explain all this to my family. I didn’t have to explain it to Portia, she already knew I’d just moved in. Into her town, her house, her bed, her life, and her heart. I wasn’t going anywhere.
I wondered how all the other rogues would take it, whatever happened, we’d deal with it together…
“Hi mom.”
It’d been an interesting morning. After some morning wake up sex, we’d gone to the diner for breakfast, where I’d been introduced to the core people in the town. The ones that held things together. I already had a good idea about them, between Tammy’s mind, and of course joining minds with Portia last night. But they didn’t know me at all, except for being that damned mage that showed up twice in a week.
Carla ran the diner, John was the unofficial alpha of the shifter part of the community, with Tammy as his beta. Katherine was undisputedly the powerhouse of the mage contingent, and even Lavender, who most thought of as the town crazy, was an integral part of the core of things. Which meant sooner or later everyone stopped by the diner and gas station to check in during the day. It wasn’t like the cities though, considering the most powerful mage was mated with the alpha, and neither of them led their kind with a strong grip.
They didn’t have to, because in truth, Portia was in charge, and not because she was most powerful, though that was certainly a part of it, it was because sh
e’d rescued and brought them all here. They all adored her, which probably meant I’d never be good enough for her in their eyes. Time would tell though, and it would take time, it was an insular community.
They were all wary of me, but also grateful I’d helped Portia out, so it could have been worse. Then… Portia had headed to D.C. to check for rogues, and while I may go with her in the future, I had to go home. To pack up my clothes and stuff, there were plenty of younger siblings that would happily take my room, and I needed to explain to my mother I was moving out, and moving in with my mate.
Who was an angel.
She said, “What’s going on? Korinna said you got yourself involved with an angel, and you haven’t been home in two days.”
“Well, remember how you told me not to go near any angels, and to never under any circumstances let another being into my mind?”
She sighed, and covered her face with her hand.
“Eighteen years I raised you, and it took you ten days after leaving my protection to throw out the only two rules? Who?”
I replied, “Portia. She’s my mate, we’re in love, and I’m moving in with her.”
She laughed, and kept laughing, which honestly wasn’t what I was expecting. Anger, and a lecture, yes. Uncontrolled Laughing? No.
“What’s so funny?”
She giggled, “I’m Portia’s mother in law, oh, that’s got to chap her ass. Tell me, and then I’ll decide if I’m angry or not.”
I told her about Sanctuary, how I met her while taking care of a vampire rogue, and everything else that followed, except of course, the mind-blowing and life altering sex. I did mention our strong chemistry though, and our inability to keep our hands off each other. Maybe that would be weird for most men to tell their mothers, but mine happened to be a succubus, greater demon, and fallen angel. I wasn’t brought up to be ashamed of, or hide, sexual proclivities.
She smiled, “I’m happy for you, but you have to visit. What about your cat shifter friends, and your sister loves when you visit the pride house.”
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