She smile and let out a deep sigh. “I was really hoping you’d say that. I want to see this magical world you come from. I just didn’t know how humans fit into the mix… Then again, Bain and Izzy have been together for a while now. So I guess you don’t see humans as lesser than you are.”
Uriah chuckled. “Well, no we don’t, but Izzy isn’t exactly human.”
Marie narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean?”
Ah shit.
Uriah blew out a breath and watched her face carefully as he spoke. “Ah well, just like you, she carries Fae DNA. Izzy is somewhat of a unique situation.”
“Wait.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. “I have Fae DNA?”
Uriah smiled cautiously as he nodded. “That doesn’t bother you?”
“Uh no, it’s pretty wicked… but, what does that mean exactly?”
“It means that the magic in your blood could be awakened. It took many feedings for Izzy to tap her magic. Makyle could better explain it all to you.”
“Feedings?”
Uriah dipped his chin and sighed. “Can we talk more about this tomorrow? I’m sure both Makyle and Izzy could better explain how it all works.”
She smirked at him, one side of her mouth lifting just a touch higher than the other. “That feels like a brush off, Uriah… I think you know all too well how it works, but you don’t want to freak me out. All I want to know is if there is any chance I could end up with real wings?”
A bark of laughter echoed in the room. They both looked over to see if it had woken Makiah, but he didn’t stir. His little back lifted with each even breath he took.
“It’s not likely,” he answered.
She huffed in dismay. “I guess the ones I have will have to be good enough.”
Her small pout pulled at Uriah heart. Capturing her cheeks in his palms, he pushed her back to hover inches above her face.
“I love the wings you have; they’re exquisite. Just like you,” he murmured just before capturing her lips. His tongue swept into her mouth to taste her. The small moan it created had him itching to get closer. His knee pushed her legs apart, allowing him to settle between her thighs. His hands found the backs of her knees to pull them around his waist, where he ached for release as he ground his hard length against her heat.
Fire pooled low in her tummy as she felt him hard and ready against her. She wanted him naked and buried deep inside of her, to release the flood and ache that waited just below the surface.
Ripping her mouth from his, she sucked in a deep breath. “Not here.”
Uriah let out a frustrated noise, knowing she was right as his gaze fell to the sleeping baby only a few feet away from them. He didn’t want to hold anything back for fear of waking Makiah, and he desperately wanted to hear every noise she would make.
She smiled. “Bathroom. Five minutes.”
He rolled off her, his eyes tracing every move she made until she disappeared behind the bathroom door. He grinned as he heard the water start.
Chapter Fifteen
There was something special about this apartment. It was bigger than it should have been, and the large soaking tub gave her all kinds of ideas.
She started the water and lit some candles. Hopefully, they weren’t some special spell-casting candles. Stripping, she slid into the warm, bubbly water. Her eyes traced Uriah’s movements as he pulled his shirt over his head, working to open his belt and fly to push his jeans and his boxers down his muscled thighs. Her tongue struck out to lick her lips as she got her first good look at what he was packing. Thick, hard, and gorgeous. He was most definitely going to rock her world. Uriah was grinning at her when she finally looked up at him. She couldn’t help but smile back. The water swirled around her as she settled on her knees and beckoned him forward.
“Sit,” she ordered sweetly as she patted the side of the tub. Uriah obeyed and sat on the thick frame of the deep tub.
Marie settled between his thighs, cradled by his long, chiseled legs. He really was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. There was a masculinity and power that surrounded him, yet he was kind and sensitive. And right now, all she wanted to do was get her lips on him.
“It’s my turn,” she told him as she lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled over the thick, swollen tip, lifting the bead of pre-come that glistened in the candlelight. She moaned softly at her first taste of him.
“Marie.” Uriah’s voice was strained, causing her to look up at him. Her gaze locked on his as she closed her lips around his tip and slid down his shaft, taking him slowly, inch by thick, pulsing inch. She wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his cock to cover what her mouth couldn’t take. She slowly began to suck, pulling back to the tip before taking him deep into her mouth again. Her eyes never left his as she worked him, grazing her teeth lightly over his skin when she took him in and using her tongue to tease his tip as she almost fully released him. Uriah’s fingers weaved through her hair and his hips lifted with each pull her perfect little mouth took.
The ache between her legs grew as her mouth worked him. She couldn’t help the moans that escaped her as her pleasure crested with each suckle and release of his hard flesh.
“I’m close,” he nearly growled as he attempted to pull back. With her eyes still locked with his, she sucked a little harder, her free hand gliding up his inner thigh to cup his balls. With one final tug and graze of her teeth, Uriah was lost to her. The waves of pleasure flooded him. His hips jerked and his head fell back, their eye contact lost. His fingers tightened in her hair as he held on through the waves as he emptied every last drop he had to offer at the moment. Marie finally released him, her eyes closed as her tongue took one last sweep over his cock. A smile played across her lips as she moaned. Lifting her to him, Uriah slid into the still-warm water and settled her back to his chest.
His hand moved along her slick, taut skin from her pert breast, over her ribs, and down her flat stomach. His other hand moved her hair from her shoulder, allowing his lips access to her neck, where he gently nibbled and kissed at her sensitive flesh.
“Don’t tease me, Uriah,” she whimpered.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Her hand flew to the back of his head, encouraging him to devour her skin as his fingers pressed between her folds to find her beaded pearl.
She whimpered again as his thumb circled her clit, fueling her need and pushing her closer to another release while his finger dove deep inside of her heated walls. Uriah found himself moaning against her skin as he imagined burying himself deep inside her tight sheath. The thought of her walls holding and working him had his cock at attention again and pressing against her backside. Marie adjusted, his cock sliding between her folds, his hand moving to cup her breast as she rocked in his lap, never taking him into her body, but caressing his hard flesh with her slick, sensitive skin. Her back arched every time his head pressed against her responsive bundle of nerves.
“Good God, Uriah,” she moaned as her head fell back on his shoulder and her free hand gripped the side of the tub. She turned her head to face him, her smile speaking of pure, untainted ecstasy. “Kiss me.”
There was no hesitation as he captured her mouth. The water rushed around them, sliding up their bodies and falling around their faces as their tongues danced. She caught his bottom lip and bit down as she muffled a scream. Heat flooded her veins, and her sight went black as pleasure pounded through her body. Uriah roared as he found release with her. The water was still crashing around them by the time she let his lip go and kissed him deeply.
Her eyes opened and Uriah smiled at the sight of her now-iridescent blue orbs, shimmering in the low light. Her magic was surfacing. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the tub. Reaching for a towel, he patted her dry and carried her to the bed. Pulling the cover back, he laid her down and crawled in next to her. Kissing her neck, he pulled her back to his chest and whispered, “Good night, my little n
ymph.”
She laughed softly. “Nymph? Should I be insulted?”
He shook his head. “No, it’s what breed of Fae you are.”
She turned her head to look at him. The room was dark, but she could make out his smiling face and beautiful, steel eyes. “I’m a nymph?”
He nodded. “I think you’re a water nymph. Your eyes were glowing, and the water seemed to respond to you.”
She laughed again. “It was moving because we were moving.”
He wagged his brows. “True, but it stayed hot, and it seemed to respond to your emotions.”
She smiled at him as she considered the thought. “Is a water nymph good enough for an Immortal warrior?”
He cupped her cheek. “Anything and everything you are is perfect.”
She lunged at him, capturing his mouth again, only stopping when a small cry rented the air around them. Uriah groaned, and Marie laughed. “Get used to it.”
Uriah smiled and rolled out of bed. Grabbing his jeans, he slid them on and lifted Makiah from his crib. Marie sat up, pulling the covers to her chest. “You want me to take him while you go grab a bottle?”
Uriah bounced his son softly, kissed his forehead, and then handed him over to Marie. “I’ll be right back.”
She smiled up at him. “We’re not going anywhere.”
He sure as hell hoped not… The gorgeous woman and beautiful child in front of him had just become his everything. He wasn’t sure he could move through the world without both of them. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Makiah’s forehead again and then to Marie’s lips before he slipped through the door and made his way to the kitchen.
“I wouldn’t have guessed nymph,” Makyle said from the living room, his back to Uriah as he walked by.
“Pardon?” Uriah asked, stopping to look into the living room.
“So posh, Uriah, I can taste her magic in the air just as I know you can. I wouldn’t have thought nymph, not after what Izzy became.”
Uriah stared at the back of Makyle’s head but said nothing… There wasn’t really anything to say.
“Seems she won’t need me to bring forward her Fae side… you know what that means?”
Uriah narrowed his eyes. “Not really, no.”
Makyle smiled even though he knew Uriah couldn’t see him. “I think you’d better do some research on nymphs, their magic binds… Your magic has called to hers.”
Uriah didn’t say anything else as he made his way to the kitchen and prepared a bottle for his son.
Samira watched Uriah disappear down the hall before she turned back to Makyle. “You’re such an asshole.”
He chuckled. “Why do you say that?”
“You’re messing with him!”
Makyle shook his head. “Oh no, I am not. Nymph magic does in fact bind with other nymph magic.”
“He’s not a nymph,” she said with exasperation.
“No, but she is also part Reaper. Their magic will bind.”
****
Marie lifted her gaze to Uriah as he entered the room shaking the bottle. He made his way to the bed, and she handed Makiah to him with a smile gracing her lips. Catching the look on his face, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head as he adjusted Makiah to feed him. “Nothing… Just something Makyle said.”
She scoffed and settled back into the bed on her side to watch Uriah feed his son. “What did he say to you?”
“He said something about nymphs and their magic binding.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”
Uriah smiled at her as he settled back against the headboard. “I don’t really know, but we can find out when we get to the Middle World.”
“Why are you worried about it though?”
“Because, I don’t want magic influencing anything you decide over the next few days. I don’t want it to be why you stay.”
She sat back up to run her hand over Makiah’s head before she leaned in and pressed her lips to Uriah’s cheek. “Uriah, look at me.”
His gaze lifted from his son to her smiling face. “Impulsive has always been my way. I doubt that has anything to do with magic. What I feel here,” she tapped over her heart, “has everything to do with who you are, not what. I don’t think magic could influence me to want you any more than I have since I walked into Izzy’s house yesterday.”
Uriah laid Makiah down between the two of them and settled into bed. “You do realize what you’re doing to me, right?”
She smiled and closed her eyes, but said nothing. The real question was would he let her be what she truly wanted to be to him. Right there in the dark guest room of a former genie’s home, she had found her future, in the most unexpected of men. A Fae warrior and his little mismatched-eyed son. The bond she felt forming had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with unconditional love.
Chapter Sixteen
Makyle stood inside of a ring of salt and candles with Makiah in his arms. His brow arched as Samira murmured words while circling them.
“You’d better not be trying to turn me into a frog or something,” he grumbled as he turned to follow her movements.
“I would never do that to the frog population. Now be quiet.”
Marie and Uriah waited in the corner, watching the spell unfold in front of them.
“They seriously need to just get it on,” Marie whispered to him.
Uriah chuckled and pulled her back against him. “Shh, don’t let him hear you say that.”
She shrugged. “She’s very pretty. He could do much worse and no better. I like her.”
Uriah nodded. “Me too.”
The candles flared and the salt caught fire, burning the full circle before flashing out.
“It’s done,” Samira said, flicking the lights on.
“They’re cloaked?” Uriah asked as he and Marie moved out of the corner.
“Yes, you can safely return to the Middle World. The two of them are now shielded from both the Immortal Rulers and any seers that might be seeking them out. I can’t guarantee that there isn’t a witch powerful enough to break through the spell, but anyone looking to find them will be hard pressed to.”
Marie reached out and pulled Sam to her. “Thank you.”
Samira nodded. “You’re very welcome… Now, can I hold the little one before you all leave?”
Marie nodded and looked to Makyle. He grunted and reluctantly handed Makiah over to her. Marie laughed and produced a black business card. “When you’re ready to call in your favor, here’s Uriah’s info. He’ll find a way to get the message to Makyle. If for some reason he decides to hold out on you, Uriah has agreed he owes you one, too.”
Samira smirked as she lifted her gaze from Makiah’s smiling face to look at Marie. “Admitting that you owe a genie one could be dangerous.”
Makyle scoffed. “Good thing you are no longer a genie.”
“Protecting my son is worth anything you could need in the future. Feel free to call on us. Our security firm Hawk’s Eye also has an office in Desert Oasis. They always know how to find us in an emergency.”
Samira nodded. “Thank you. For the first time in many years, this world doesn’t feel so lonely.”
Makyle sighed, his shoulders sagging. Every time she spoke, he felt like a dick for having saved her. He still believed it to be the right thing since he was the one who had killed her, but there was no time to rehash the mistakes of the past or the unfair circumstances that most genies lived under. She had been one of the pure ones, taken advantage of by a power-hungry idiot who thought he could take the Underworld from him and his brothers. “Give me a minute. I’ll meet you on the roof.”
Samira handed Makiah to Uriah and produced a blue-and-brown sling that she expertly wrapped around Marie, then held her hands out to Uriah. His brows furrowed as he handed Makiah back to her and watched as she slid him between the cloth and Marie. Grabbing some loose pieces of fabric, she cinched it down. She patted his bottom and sm
iled. “This should keep him a little safer during your flight.
“Thank you,” Marie said as she grabbed the diaper bag. She and Uriah headed out of the apartment and up to the roof.
Samira sighed as she watched them go. Forcing strength into her veins, she turned to Makyle, her hand falling to her hip. “I am assuming you want to speak with me.”
He took a deep breath. “How many decades is the attitude going to continue for?”
She snorted. “Are you serious right now?” He shrugged and leaned against the wall. “You’re an arrogant son of a bitch. How long are you going to pretend like you did nothing wrong?”
He growled at her, straightening from his leaning position.
“You don’t scare me, Makyle, unlike everyone else you encounter. I’ve already experienced your wrath. I am well aware of what you can do. I don’t fear you; there is nothing left for you to take from me.”
Makyle ground his teeth. Infuriating, that was the only word that could describe the beautiful woman in front of him. “Yes, I took part of your magic—to save your life.”
“You just don’t get it… You took my magic and took my true freedom. I’m trapped in this lonely existence, just as I was trapped in that lamp. That is your fault.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’ve chosen to be alone and miserable.”
“Get out!”
Makyle stalked her, pressing her against the wall. His hands slammed against the drywall at the sides of her face, and he lowered his mouth to her ear. “Don’t let what you perceive as a slight and a loss ruin the potential this world has to offer. You have an endless life here. I suggest you try to enjoy it.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“Hate is a poisonous emotion.” He pulled back to brush his fingers against her pale skin. “Try a different one, Sam. This life doesn’t have to be lonely… You are free here.”
Her eyes welled as she tried to fight the emotions that were flooding her. She was pissed, sad, hurt, and he was crowding her. Part of her loved the connection, the way his body seemed to form to hers as he tried to dominate her.
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