Chapter 10

10

R hi

Tristan Kennedy pins my legs apart and proves to me he’s just as talented at this as he is at everything else he does. I assume that’s from all the damn practice he’s been doing.

In fact, I can’t get the image of him fucking that other girl out of my head. Or all the other images of girls draped over him, touching him, rubbing up against him.

Jealousy spikes in my bond and I push his head away with my hands.

“What’s wrong?” he says, with genuine concern, his mouth all sloppy with spit and my arousal.

“How many other girls have you done this with exactly?”

“What?” he says, frowning and looking confused.

“How many other girls have there been?”

He lowers his mouth back down to my pussy and gives my clit a hard flick with his tongue. The action sends electricity spiraling straight through my core and I jolt on the bed.

“Are you slut-shaming me, Rhianna Blackwaters?”

My cheeks burn. Perhaps I am being unreasonable but I can’t help it.

“You slept with other girls even though you knew I was your fated mate.” He opens his mouth, most probably to deny it, so I add quickly, “I saw you remember.”

He groans. “We weren’t together back then.”

“It still hurt,” I admit in a whisper. “It still hurts now.”

“And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the times I’ve been a massive dickhead and hurt you, Piglet. Because I’m crazy about you and I did some stupidly crazy things at the beginning. But that girl you saw me with, she was the last one.”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since her.”

I scowl at him with suspicion. “Why?”

“I didn’t want to. The only girl I wanted to be with was you.”

I shake my head. “You expect me to believe that, Tristan? I’ve seen how girls throw themselves at you.”

“I wasn’t interested. I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted you.” He lowers his mouth back down to my pussy and drags his tongue slowly through my folds, like he’s savoring the taste of me, every single molecule. “And you were worth the wait. You’re fucking delicious.” He closes his eyes and groans. “A girl never tasted this good before.”

I drop back down flat on the mattress. I think he’s probably exaggerating. Telling me things he thinks I want to hear. But soon I can’t focus on my thoughts anymore because what he’s doing to me fries my brain, spinning his tongue around and around my clit until I’m dizzy, panting and begging for release. He doesn’t give it to me, though, he takes me right to the edge, right to the brink, of an orgasm, my hips lifting, my spine arching, my core tensing, and then he pulls away.

“You think I’ve ever wanted to do this to anyone else? Take my time? Pleasure them? Make them feel this good? I never cared about any girl enough to bother, Rhi. I was only concerned with what was in it for me. But with you …” I’m panting, my hands tight fists in the bed sheets, “I want to make you feel so damn good. I want to take you to fucking heaven and back. I want you to forgive me.” He presses his wet tongue to my clit and starts the process again, winding, achingly slow, around my clit, barely touching me, then increasing the speed and the pressure, licking me harder, licking me faster, until every nerve in my body is alight and I’m so close, so damn close, so so …

He stops.

I squeal in frustration, my body damp with sweat, my pussy so wet I must be making a mess of the bed sheets.

“Hmmm, I could stay here forever just doing this. I could die right between your thighs and die a happy man. It smells so good, it tastes so good, it feels so good.” He strokes his fingertips lightly through my folds, and then kisses my clit. “Your pussy is better than anyone else’s. It’s the queen of pussies. I’m going to worship it whenever I fucking can.”

A remark like that would usually have me snorting or sniggering. But the bond between us shimmers and I can feel his honesty and earnestness shining there. It takes me aback. He really means it. Truly means it.

“Then, please Tristan, for the love of– please, please make me come.”

He’s gazing, entranced, at my pussy like it’s a rare diamond or a masterful piece of art.

“Tristan!” I whine and slowly he lowers his mouth back down, kissing my clit again, this time with more force, more passion, more reverence. He sucks and licks and flicks at me, my whole pussy inside his mouth and this time he gives me no respite, no moments to recover.

And my body responds, squirming and jolting on the mattress, as he holds me down. It’s too much, too much, all my senses alive at once. I try to push his head away, but he simply continues, forcing the orgasm right from my core, so it rips through me, blasting away all sound and sight and making every nerve sing with ecstasy.

“Tristan!” I cry out as the fierce wave of pleasure whips me away. When I open my eyes, he’s on top of me again, stroking damp hair from my face.

“Okay?” he asks me, searching my eyes. “Was it good?”

I sigh, my body still floating in bliss.

“Oh my stars,” I mutter.

He smirks with satisfaction and I can’t help giggling.

“What?” he says, that smirk fading.

“The cockiness is never too far away.”

“Not cocky, confident, assertive,” he says, kissing my cheek. “But it was good, right? Really good?”

“You really need me to massage your ego?”

“I want to know if you enjoyed it.”

“It was good, really, really good.”

He gives me that smirk again and heaven help me that does something to my insides.

I push at his chest, forcing him to roll over onto his back and then I climb on top of him, unbuckling his belt and tugging down the zipper of his fly. Then I’m freeing his cock.

“Do you have protection or do you want to do the barrier spell?” I ask him.

His eyes glint. “Barrier spell.” He whispers the words, his magic flaring around us and then he’s gripping his cock and helping to line me up.

I pause, inhaling as I meet his gaze, and then I slide down onto his cock, our eyes locked together the entire time.

“Shit, that’s …” he mutters, the tension melting from his face. “Shit!”

I keep going, all the way until I bottom out and then I rest my hand on his thighs behind me and grind in circles on his cock.

“Fuck,” he moans, “fuck. You look unreal, Rhi, fucking unreal.”

He reaches up and squeezes my tit.

My idea was to torture him just like he did to me, take him to the brink and then take it all away. Wind him up and up. Then stop. But his cock inside me feels too good and I don’t have the willpower or the self control. I start off slow and considered, but soon I’m bouncing up and down on him like something possessed, my magic sparking in the air around us and his doing the same too.

I’m still sensitive and I come again quickly, screaming so loudly I’m sure everyone else in this mansion must hear, and then Tristan Kennedy does something surprising. He rolls up to sit so our faces are hovering just millimeters apart, he wraps his arms around me, stroking his hands up and down my back, brushing my hair away from my face, kissing my mouth and my neck. Worshiping me all over again.

When I come a third time, he comes with me, holding me tight against his body, so tight I can feel the thud of his heart, nuzzling into my neck, whispering words of affection that make my heart swell.

We stay like that for several minutes: him buried inside me, me perched on his lap, just kissing and caressing each other.

“I’ve never done it bare backed like this before,” he admits, “it feels fucking amazing. I can feel all of you.”

“You haven’t?” I say, surprised by yet another of Tristan Kennedy’s revelations, and also confused because didn’t we …

I snap up straight, the realization hitting me square between the eyes.

“Before,” I gasp.

“What?” he murmurs, sucking on my neck.

“When we did it before, back at your house. Tristan – we didn’t use … did you cast a barrier spell then too?”

I don’t know why I’m asking. I know he didn’t, but there’s a little bubble of hope residing in my chest that maybe he did and I was just so caught up in the moment that I didn’t notice.

But then he’s snapping up straight too, a look of horror in his eyes, and that bubble well and truly pops.

“No, shit, Rhi, no, I was … it was … shit.” We stare at each other. “I’m clean,” he says. “I’ve always used protection.”

“I know but …”

“It’s a small chance,” he says, not sounding half as confident as he usually does.

“We’re fated mates. Are you sure the chance is that small? Because I’m really not ready for–”

“Me neither. We’re on the fucking run! My dad will be looking for us.” He tugs at his fair hair. “There has to be a way … something you can take …”

“Winnie will know,” I say, hopping straight off him and scuttling off the bed.

“You’re going to ask her now?”

“The sooner the better,” I say, already sliding my panties up my legs. I don’t bother with a bra, I tug my hoodie over my head and then my pants up my legs and head straight for the door.

“Winnie?” I yell right from the landing. I am so lucky to have this girl. Because I seem to land myself in trouble left, right and center and without her I’d probably be dead in a ditch right now. In fact, I would most definitely be. “Winnie?” I yell again.

“Rhianna?” Azlan calls from somewhere on the ground floor. “Is everything all right?”

I ignore him. “Winnie?” I cry.

One of the bedroom doors snaps open and Winnie sticks her head out. Her braids have been unwound, her mascara’s smudged and her cheeks are flushed.

“I’m kind of in the middle of something here, Rhi,” she says.

“Winnie,” I say and I’m sure there must be panic written all over my face because she ducks back into the room and then emerges again a minute later, dressed in Trent’s jeans, her t-shirt – on back to front.

“Winnie,” I say, grabbing her hands and not commenting on her appearance. I doubt I look any more respectable.

“What the hell is wrong? Did he do something–” Her eyes swivel towards the master bedroom.

“No, Winnie, no, but I screwed up. I screwed up big time.”

Footsteps sound below and I know my other mates are going to come up here and cause a fuss any minute now so I pull Winnie into one of the unused bedrooms, shut the door and lock it with my magic. Precisely a minute later, the door knob starts rattling but I ignore it and drag Winnie to the other side of the room .

“What’s going on, Rhi?” Winnie asks, concern etched across her face.

“We didn’t use protection,” I blurt out. I wince, ready for the Winnie lecture. She doesn’t say a word, just nods calmly. “It was the first time, back at the Kennedy house. I guess we just got so carried away in the moment that we didn’t think and–”

“Rhi,” Winnie says, laying her palms on my shoulders and fixing her gaze with mine. “Breathe.” I take a deep inhale and exhale. “Well done. And again.” I repeat the action. “Now let’s get some things clear. Did he, you know, inside you?” I nod. “Right, well, there’s something we can brew that can deal with the risk of pregnancy.” I wince again at the words. “Let me see … how many days out are we … yes, we should be fine.” I let out a sigh of relief. “There’s not a lot I can do about potential STIs, though,” she says, with a look of apology, “you’d need to go to the clinic for that.”

“Oh, that’s not a problem. He says he’s clean.”

Winnie blurts out a snort. Then gives me another apologetic look. “Sorry, Rhi, it’s just it’s Tristan, and he’s …”

“A massive man-whore?” I say. Winnie swallows. “He says he always used protection before.”

“Let’s hope he’s telling the truth.”

“He is,” I say firmly, “I could feel it through the bond.” I slump down on the bed. “Is this potion going to be disgusting? Or … hurt?” I grimace. Then bury my face in my hands. “I’m such an idiot, Winnie.”

Winnie pinches my arm. “Don’t be so dramatic, Rhi. You think you’re the first woman to mess up their contraception? Saskia used to brew this potion for a fair price back at the academy – she was making a fortune. I mean you could get it for free from the matron but a lot of girls didn’t like going to her about it and– ”

“Really?” I say, peeking at Winnie through my fingers.

“Rhi, I had to take it myself two weeks ago, when things got a bit,” she waggles her eyebrows “and the condom broke.”

“Shit,” I say. “I thought those things were indestructible.”

“Not always. It depends what you’re doing.” She grabs my elbow and pulls me back onto my feet. “Come on, we’d better go brew it. The sooner you take it, the more effective it will be.”

“You’re saying it’s not 100% effective!” I say in alarm.

“It will be. I’ll make sure of it. We have enough man-babies running around after you. We don’t need an actual baby.”

I nod my head in agreement, then peer down at my stomach. A baby is not something I’d ever ever considered. I was always too consumed with how to make it through to the next day; I didn’t have a chance to think any further into the future. I’d never pictured myself with a family – a husband and a baby. Since the arrival of five fated mates that scenario seems even less likely.

“No, I don’t want a baby. Not now, anyway. I mean maybe one day way, way in the future. Is it crazy to even think like that, Winnie? I have four men bonded to me. It’s not like we could ever be a conventional family. Not to mention the fact that a very powerful man would probably like me dead – or at least chained to a wall.”

“You have every right to want to be happy, to want a family, Rhi. We all do.” I smile at her and kiss her cheek.

“Is that what you want, Winnie?”

“I don’t know – maybe a long time in the future too. I’d like to do stuff first. Study more.”

“Winnie,” I say, “has this potion – the one you’re going to brew – been around for a long time? ”

“Yep, hundreds of years, why?”

“So, if I were the result of … a mishap or,” I swallow, “something much much worse–”

“Your aunt said your mom and dad were in love, Rhi.”

“But if I were unplanned, my mom could have used this potion to stop her from getting pregnant. But she didn’t. She must have chosen to have me.”

I guess I’ve never expressed that out loud before. But all my life I’ve wondered. Why did she give me up? Was it to keep me safe? Because she was unable to care for me?

Or was it because she didn’t want me?

Now I think I have my answer.

My vision swims with tears.

“She wanted me. My mom wanted to keep me.”