by Ts McKinney
“I just wish I could have taken those fears away from him. He had an easier time accepting me being a witch than he did with accepting him wanting a man in his bed. That knowledge made me sad then and still saddens me to this day. In my arrogance, I overlooked or down-played his fears. He didn’t deserve that from me.”
“Corbin, don’t think that,” I begged. “Trust me when I tell you that Nicodemus felt nothing but love for you. I feel that love and peace in my heart. I don’t have to remember the past to know that Nicodemus died loving you…and still loves you, through me.”
Wanting to steer Corbin away from his sadness and melancholy, I decided to shuffle our conversation back to the magnificent bed that was still calling my name. “You’d brought the bed down the night that Nico died, hadn’t you? I remember seeing it in my vision. There were candles and pillows.” I got on my tip toes to kiss his full lips. “You’re quite the romantic, aren’t you?” I would give anything to have Nicodemus’s memories. I’d bet ten years of my life that Corbin Hargreaves was the most romantic man alive…and still is.
He captured my hand in his and walked me to the bed. After pulling the canopy curtains aside, he motioned for me to climb in. I obliged with an extra wiggle of my ass, of course. I was finished topping. My ass belonged to Corbin tonight. After settling myself in the center of the bed, I patted the spot next to me. “Are we just going to fuck outside or does this bad boy do something else?” I waggled my eyebrows at him as he climbed in beside me. “Because in my deepest, darkest fantasies, this bed is going to fly high in the sky while my lover fucks me senseless,” I said.
“This bad boy, as you call it, does fly…with a little help, of course. Are you interested in giving it a test run?” he asked with a Cheshire-cat grin.
“Oh, hell, yeah,” I answered quickly. “I want two things to happen tonight,” I told him. “I want this bed to soar across the sky, and I want you to make love to me. To claim me as your own. I’ve been doing all the claiming and I’m ready to try it the other way.” I smiled up at him. “Tell me, Mr. Hottie, how did I enjoy sex as Nicodemus? You’ve said I didn’t talk dirty, but tell me a little bit about what I was like. In the sack, of course,” I amended. “Please tell me I wasn’t a boring drag.”
A sad expression crossed Corbin’s handsome face, causing my heart to lurch in pain.
“Nicodemus didn’t let me...” He stopped talking for a few seconds and then corrected, “Nicodemus was afraid to let me take him physically. I’m…I’m not sure if he was concerned about the physical discomfort or if there was something else holding him back.”
I frowned, suddenly one hundred percent sure that I didn’t like me as Nicodemus very much at the moment. I don’t think ‘old’ me treated Corbin very good. That, of course, left a nasty taste in my mouth. “Listen, I’m getting mad at Nicodemus, which really, in a way, means I’m getting mad at myself, so let’s end this conversation.” I looked around the bed and then asked, “Is there a seat belt for me? I’m not sure what kind of driver you are, Mr. Hargreaves.”
“No seat belts required. I’m a perfectly safe driver.” He frowned and scratched his chin. “Of course, it’s been a hundred years since I last flew this thing, but I doubt that’ll be a problem.”
“Nah, no problems with that,” I agreed excitedly. I would have agreed to pretty much anything at that point. I couldn’t believe I was about to get to fly, even if it was on a bed. There were bed linens hanging from the sides of the canopies, but the top of the bed was completely open. Since we’d been talking, the sun had gone completely down, and twinkling stars were in the sky, winking down at me. Even though I'd been afraid of heights for my entire life, I’d always felt a desire to be able to fly. Seeing that Nicodemus jumped off a cliff and plunged to his death explained my fear of heights. I had a feeling Corbin was about to show me why I loved the idea of flying. “Ready for take-off,” I teased, immediately feeling like a total fool.
“Me too,” Corbin answered as he wrapped his arm around me.
We were propped against the headboard, our legs entwined. My cock was wide awake and wanting to play. His was rock hard, and, I hoped, wanting to play hide and seek.
“You get us off the ground, and I’ll take care of the rest,” he said. My excitement plummeted. Me? I couldn’t do a vertical jump very well, much less levitate this damned bed off the ground. What in the hell was he thinking? Had being trapped in that mirror fried his brain cells?
“Uh, yeah, about that,” I began. “That’s your thing, not mine. I’ve got zero skills when it comes to magic. How about you make us fly and I’ll give you the best blow job you’ve ever had?” I had a funny feeling that beating Nicodemus at blow jobs was going to be a breeze. No, I’d never given one before, but knew exactly what I enjoyed and, unlike Nicodemus, I wasn’t afraid of a cock. Nope, not at all. Especially Corbin’s cock.
“Concentrate and lift the bed off the ground, Nico,” Corbin said in a patient, not-patient, voice. “I’m not asking you to fly us across the moon, just get us off the ground.”
“I can’t, Corbin. Stop wasting time. I’m horny. I need to feel that thing inside of me. End of story.” I gave his hard cock a tug as I talked. Fuck…it felt so fucking good—like iron wrapped in silk. When I finished my gripe session, my hand stayed right where it was.
“Get us off the ground, and you’ll get the blow job and the fucking you keep referring to,” Corbin promised. “You’re much stronger than you realize, Nico. You simply lack the focus to perform…”
The bed jerked and then steadied. Unable to believe that I’d actually accomplished moving the bed at all, I leaned over, pushed the bed curtains aside, and then gasped when I saw we were hovering along the rooftop of Corbin’s gothic mansion. Hovering. The second I realized I was levitating the bed, we started crashing toward the earth with such ferocity that I nearly tumbled right over the edge. I would have if Corbin hadn’t grabbed me and hauled me tightly against his chest. In a split second, he’d taken over and the bed, courtesy of magic, was moving higher and higher.
I’d never been more mesmerized in my life. After about fifteen minutes, I whispered, “Can people see us?”
He chuckled and kissed my cheek. “No, love, they can’t see us. There’s a cloaking spell on the bed to hide it from mortals.” He leaned in closer and said, “They can’t hear you either, so whispering isn’t necessary.” He nibbled at my bottom lip. “As a matter of fact, you can make as much noise as you like.”
“Ha-ha,” I replied with a punch to his upper arm. “Why do you change the colors of the bed, then? I noticed you making the bed and linens match the color of the sky earlier.”
“The cloaking spell works with mortals, but some witches, if they tried hard enough, could see through it, especially now while I’m weaker. I thought you might enjoy some privacy from prying witch eyes.”
I flung him down on his back and straddled his chest. Testing my magic, I twirled my finger and made the bed linens disappear. To my amazement and I have to say, to my delight, it actually worked. Looking down at him, I said, “Listen to me, Corbin. You can drive me down to the busy beach, plant me on my hands and knees in front of the biggest crowd Marblehead Cove has ever seen, and fuck me right then and there, in front of everybody, if that’s what turns you on,” I told him. “This digging dudes is totally new for me, but, babe, believe me when I say I’m all on board with letting the whole world know I belong to you and you belong to me.”
As I straddled him, his cock, hard and hot, was burning the crease of my ass. If I leaned up just a little, positioned myself just right…
Before I could move, Corbin had flipped me on my back and was straddling me, a sultry look on his gorgeous face. “Are you certain you’re interested in me…taking possession of your body?” he asked, almost shyly.
Well, his tone and words sounded shy. The lust in his eyes was opposite of all things shy. I focused on those eyes.
“I only have
one question about that, Corbin,” I told him.
“Yes, I’ll be gentle, love. I know this is your first time,” he said softly.
“Nope, not looking for gentle,” I countered. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this for over a hundred years. Gentle is off the table. I only wanted to make sure you could drive this bed and drive my body at the same time.”
His eyes locked with mine and the intensity swirling in those depths made me squirm beneath him. Nobody had ever looked at me like that before, with such love and devotion. The love, shining so brightly, made me long for the memories of Corbin and Nicodemus’ brief love affair. I loved Corbin and knew he was my soul mate, but I felt like our past had been stolen from me. I wanted to feel all the things Corbin was feeling right now, and I hated Morgan for taking those things away from me.
“I love you, Nico,” he whispered. “I’ve always loved you. Thank you for the gift you are about to give me.”
I squirmed again, feeling warm all over. “My ass?” I tried for humor and more than likely failed.
“Nicodemus never could, but you seem so…willing. You have no idea how much your eagerness calls out to my soul.”
His lips found mine and his kiss started out seductively slowly as explored every inch. He teased and then tormented. He tasted. All the while his naughty tongue was working on my mouth, his even naughtier hand was…exploring. At first, it had been an innocent touch to my jawline, a soft caress that made me quiver with desire. The hand moved lower, tweaking my right nipple and then pinching it lightly. I nearly came off the fucking bed when he did that. Hell, I would have if his body hadn’t been pinning me to the mattress. Our cocks were lined up perfectly, dancing against each other and the heat of both felt like it was one level above smoldering. His fingertips danced even lower, teasing my stomach muscles and toying with my hip bone. I felt a seductive caress against my cock, and then it moved even lower to give my balls some attention. Chicks tended to steer clear of the balls, like they had no idea how badly they craved attention, too. Corbin knew exactly how to touch, tease, and twist. By the time his wicked hands had made it to my ass, I was moaning and writhing with an enthusiasm that I should have found embarrassing. Hell, what did I care? I was flying in the sky--who was going to see or hear me? With that thought, my back bowed a little more and my moans grew louder.
When he slid a thick finger inside me, I felt a moment of discomfort, but it was quickly overshadowed by a burst of pleasure when he hooked his finger and stroked my prostate. “Fuck, Corbin!” I yelped in shock. “That feels…hell, there aren’t words for how good that feels.”
He chuckled softly, but never stopped his assault on my mouth and ass. After a few minutes and a couple more fingers, I was begging him to fuck me. Literally, begging. Incoherent words of begging. I knew what I was trying to say, but I wasn’t sure he could decipher the point I was trying to get across to him in this unknown language I was suddenly speaking. All I knew was that if I didn’t feel him inside of me within the next few seconds, I was going to self-combust. Every nerve ending in me was tingling and burning.
When I felt him line his cock up with my hole, I almost wept tears of joy. Sure, I knew there was going to be some pain or discomfort involved, but I also knew that I would never be complete until Corbin was inside of me, claiming me…owning me.
“Make me yours, babe,” I pleaded as I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to force him inside me. “I’ve waited nearly a century for this.”
He pushed inside of me, breaching the snug entrance and not stopping until I felt his balls bounce against my own. I’d expected some pain. I’d been certain of some discomfort. There’d been no doubt that there would be pleasure. It was all those things, but so much more. When Corbin was buried as deep as possible, memories flooded my mind and heart. Snippets of Corbin laughing at something Nicodemus said, or racy visions of us kissing or me fucking Corbin, or, the most beautiful of all, peaceful segments of us sleeping together with our limbs entwined.
My hands moved to grip the globes of his ass and I held him there as memory after memory danced inside my head. We’d decorated the house together. We’d talked about getting a pet. Hell, we’d tried a little bondage.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Corbin’s husky voice demanded. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, love. I’ll stop,” he assured me.
“Don’t you dare try to stop this,” I yelped. “Memories, Corbin. I have our memories.”
Chapter Eight
Alastair stood outside Riker and Roman’s apartment building and squinted as he tried to see the top of the skyscraper from his lowly perch on the ground. From the information he’d collected on the Keegan twins, they each had their own penthouse on the seventy-sixth floor. Arrogant asses. Alastair wasn’t poor by any means, because a person didn’t live as long as he had, possess magical powers and not manage to squirrel away a nice, fat savings account. He just didn’t feel the need to flaunt his shit in front of the entire world like the Keegan assholes obviously did. Corbin Hargreaves was his hero, but the high witch was wrong about Riker being the yin to his yang. He’d hated Riker since his eighteenth birthday, and he suspected he’d hate Riker until the day he sucked in his last breath.
What could he say? Riker had that effect on him. Always had and always would. Whatever emotion he felt for Riker, it was strong. He either loved him—or hated him. For the past hundred years, he hadn’t been sure which one.
The fact that Riker lived in a penthouse on the seventy-sixth floor of the nicest apartment building in New York City was simply more kerosene for Alastair’s hate bonfire where his supposed beloved was concerned. Add to that the unpardonable nugget that both Riker and Roman were absolutely, positively fucking gorgeous and Alastair felt steam coming out both his ears. If he wasn’t so damned over-the-moon happy about Corbin still being alive, he would have begged his mentor to not make him participate in this particular visit.
Realizing he was just putting off the inevitable, he shrugged, gathered his magic, or at least what there was of it, to form a barrier around his ego, and strutted into the lavish building like he owned the place. He didn’t, and the Keegan twins did, but there was no reason to let himself be dragged down by the facts. His magic might not be as powerful as that of Riker’s and Roman’s, but he did the best he could with what he had. On top of that, he was besties with Corbin’s beloved. That had to rate him high on the importance food-chain, right?
Without pausing or asking directions, he moved straight to the private elevator that would lead to the twin’s penthouse floor. He felt their magic throughout the building and answered with some of his own. He was certain that he shouldn’t have been able to use the private elevator without some sort of special key or something as equally mundane, but used his magic to override the human barriers. As the elevator carried him upward, he felt his stomach twist and turn in what he could only describe as twisted tummy due to an extreme case of hatred. It couldn’t be anything else.
Against his better judgement, his mind traveled back to his eighteenth birthday, or as he thought of it—the day he started hating Riker. Roman and Riker, three years his senior, were graduating the training academy the year he started, and both twins were popular, powerful, and passionate. He’d envied them from the beginning, and while Roman was aloof and untouchable, he’d mistakenly thought Riker was the man of his dreams. The older witch had welcomed him on his first day on campus and had continued to lure him onto the dangerous ground of complacency with every seductive smile, sexy wink, or helpful idea on how to improve his magic. Being the fucking pushover he was, he’d fallen for the beautiful witch-hook, line, and sinker. Little by little, day by day, he’d fallen madly in love with Riker Keegan.
Three days before his eighteenth birthday, he’d finally succumbed to the witch’s charms and joined him for a night of frolic and fun in the bedroom. It wasn’t the first time he’d had sex with another man. No, he’d fucked and been fucked
many times before Riker and many times after Riker. The problem for Alastair was that the one time with Riker Keegan had been the only time that his heart had participated. The first and the last time.
He’d been flying high from their night of bliss and hadn’t really focused on his training like he should have been. There had been a huge visual exam in one of his spellcasting classes, but instead of practicing the spell that had been issued to him, he’d been daydreaming about Riker. That, in itself, was bad enough. Add to that the fact that Riker had sneaked into his class that day and the situation became even worse. As Alastair had been in front of two hundred students, struggling with his inability to perform his task, Riker had cast a spell on him that made his clothes fall off and had left him standing naked in front of everyone. Naked and unable to cast. He’d become the laughingstock of the training school. Riker, the man who had stolen his heart, had laughed the loudest that day. Riker Keegan had broken him that day.
He’d broken his body, his soul, and, if Alastair was honest with himself, he’d broken his magic, as well. Both Riker and Roman had left the training academy the next day, yanked out by their parents after they heard what had happened, and his magic had stopped growing. Sure, he’d gone through the requirements of school and did the best he could, but he’d never shown the proper growth and improvement required by the academy. He’d been sent home during the early part of his third year due to his poor performance. He’d returned to a destroyed coven and, other than losing Corbin, he hadn’t really cared that most of the witches he’d grown up loving and admiring were gone. If they’d been there, he would have probably been the punchline of every joke.