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Chapter Seven

Istretch my arms over my head, letting out a satisfied groan as I feel all my sore muscles move. The last few days have been wonderful. Every time Zeke or I started to get ready to get out of bed, the other would pull the other back in. It was like we were under a spell and now that we've started experiencing each other carnally, we couldn't stop ourselves. We were addicted to bringing each other pleasure.

My ass is pleasantly tender from how often I ended up bouncing on Zeke's cock. I felt like I couldn't satisfy my needs to the point that even after we were done, I would beg for his fingers inside of me just so I didn't feel empty.

My cheeks flame as I think about how much of a cock slut I apparently am. I never gave much thought to what I would want sex wise, because before meeting Zeke, I didn't really have desires like this. But there's something about being with Zeke that makes me absolutely wild.

Is this the honeymoon phase people talk about?

Thankfully, Zeke didn't tease me at all about my newfound desires. He embraced them. Hell, I'd go so far as to say he celebrated them.

I want to do the same for him. Which is how I've finally found the strength to get myself out of bed and move into the living room. I pull out my phone, sending a couple messages into the group chat I have with my cousins.

First, I let them all know I'm okay, update them on the fact that Zeke and I are mated, and ask how the road trip is going for Harbor and Bently. Then I ask Willow to talk to his spark, Nash, for me; specifically to give me any information on sparks who deal with ghosts and spirits. Finally, I ask Jude to talk to his spark, Cooper, about getting me any and all information about banshees.

Just as much as Zeke has accepted me, I want to do the same for him. I want to know everything I can about him. I want him to experience the euphoria of being seen, truly.

I want the same for Ray.

I realize I've only just met these two people but they already mean so much to me. As much as I joke around and tease, it's no secret I'm insecure as fuck. I want them to want me the same way I want them. Jesus, that's a lot of wants, isn't it?

The shower turns off and a few minutes later, Zeke steps out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his waist. My mouth goes dry as I look at his bare chest, my eyes devouring every inch of skin I can see. I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from doing something ridiculous, like outright moaning at the sight.

I've loved everything we've done the last few days, but I really need to get a grip on my overeager libido! Just because instant gratification is delicious doesn't mean I can't let things simmer and enjoy the wait. Plus, I'd like to actually get to know things about my mate outside the bedroom!

"Go get dressed before we start up again. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were a bunny shifter with how much we've been going at it," I say with a giggle. Zeke gives me a grin before darting into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Good. If I'm not staring at him, maybe I can get my erection to go down before he comes back out.

While I'm waiting, my phone pings with a new message from Willow. Nash says that someone capable of using their magic to interact with ghosts and spirits is called a spiritmancer. He says things like the EMF reader and Ouiji board were created by spiritmancers and that I could try getting a board for Ray to use so she gets used to how it feels to purposely interact with spirits rather than by accident.

Whatever will help, I'm willing to give it a shot. That's if she even wants to try interacting with her own magic. Last time we spoke, she was still incredibly spooked by the entire situation.

"What's with the frown?" I look up at my mate, doing my best to smooth out my features. He tilts his head to the side in confusion, his brows furrowing. "Sorry. Is everything okay?"

I quickly nod my head. "I think so. I'm just worried about Ray. I just got a message from another spark explaining what sort of spark Ray is. He suspects she's what's called a spiritmancer and he suggested we get a few tools that'll help Ray interact with spirits better until she gets a handle on her magic."

"I think that's a great idea," Zeke says right away, flopping down onto the couch beside me. He takes my hand in his own, bringing it to his mouth and kissing the back of it. My stomach flutters at the gentle gesture. "So what's with the frowny face?"

"What if she doesn't want to get a handle on her magic? What if she truly wishes I'd never found her?" I bite my bottom lip, looking anywhere but at Zeke. "What if I fucked everything up just by existing?"

Zeke's free hand goes to my face, tilting my chin until I'm looking at him. "Your existence is a blessing I'll never stop thanking Lady Fate for," he says softly, his words fierce in their sincerity. They threaten to make tears spring to my eyes. I'm not only wanted, I'm a blessing in someone's life. I hold onto those words, keeping them close to my chest. "Ray will come around when she's ready. This was a lot for her to take all at once, not only that her best friends are supernatural creatures but that she herself possesses magic. But she's strong. She'll bounce back and be here asking questions before you know it."

I lean into Zeke's hand, letting his words soothe me. "If you're sure."

"I am," he says straight away, leaning forward for a kiss only to move away from my lips at the last second and lay a smooch against the tip of my nose instead. The gesture makes me chuckle, warmth flooding my stomach.

"Now come on, let's make some food."

Zeke pulls me off of the couch and into the kitchen. I lean my hip against the counter, watching as he digs through the fridge. Gods, his ass looks amazing in those sweats. My hand clenches, keeping myself from reaching out and pinching it.

I look away and shake my head. As much as the idea of topping Zeke intrigues me, I don't think it's anything I really need to explore. With how needy I get when we're naked, I think I would be happy to always bottom. Having him sliding in and out of me is everything I've ever wanted. Riding him until he's whimpering has been so empowering. I love it so fucking much.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

I look up, finding Zeke grinning at me. Caught staring, great.

"Nothing. Umm, what are you making?"

"Your blush tells me everything I need to know," Zeke says, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm gonna make some mac n cheese with hotdogs. Does that sound okay? It's one of my comfort meals."

"Absolutely! Do you need any help?"

"Nah, just stay here looking adorable and keep me company?"

"You think I'm adorable?"

Zeke grabs a pot and fills it with water, setting it down on the stove. "Is that even a real question? Of course I do." He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Whatever," I say, rolling my eyes. "I want to get to know more about you. Before the temptation to take you back to bed grows too hard to resist."

"Gods," Zeke breathes out, taking a step over me and wrapping a possessive hand around my hip. "You're insatiable, aren't you?"

"I'm only getting started. I feel like I've been waiting forever to experience these types of feelings. Now that I have you, I can't seem to get enough," I confess softly, ignoring the way my cheeks are heating up despite having already fucked so much. Will I ever get used to how hot and bothered my mate makes me?

Zeke leans down, kissing my lips gently. He's careful to pull away before things can move into a more heated territory. He steps back over to the stove, popping a few hotdogs into a pan so they can warm up while he's boiling the pasta.

"Tell me about your family. Are you all familiars?"

I nod my head. "My grandparents are both familiars and so are my parents and all of my aunts and uncles. It's kind of amazing how we're all familiars, a lot of other families are at least a bit more mixed."

"What are your parents like?"

"They're fine," I say with a shrug. "They moved around a lot, always jumping into different projects or finding random jobs to do. Whenever they were gone I stayed with one of my cousins or with my grandma. We all kinda shifted households frequently."

"That must have been hard growing up, not having a stable place that was yours."

I look away, doing my best not to show how he's somehow hit the nail on the head without even trying. "It wasn't horrible. I had my grandma. And my parents loved me, they were just always busy, you know?"

Zeke hums, stirring the pasta. "Still. That doesn't sound like the most pleasant childhood. I'm really glad you had your cousins and your grandma though."

"Me too. It feels so strange not to have them here," I tell Zeke, running my fingers through my shaggy hair and pushing it behind my ear. "I'm so used to being glued to their sides. We spent five years in that RV together tracking down Willow's spark."

"That RV must have been so fucking stinky," Zeke says with a hearty laugh. "That many dudes all stuck together in an enclosed space? No, thank you!"

"Hey! We regularly stopped to shower! We were not stinky, how dare you!" We both laugh, me from the absolute audacity of the comment and Zeke from my reaction. I step over to him, wrapping my arms around his middle and lean my face against his back.

Oh. This is lovely. This is wonderful. I love being near Zeke. I love being able to touch him so freely. I love smelling him.

"What about your family? Are you an only child?"

"I am," Zeke says, running his fingers over my forearm, making me shiver. "It was just me, my dad, and my mom growing up. They're wonderful and before you ask, yes, they're both banshees just like me."

"One good thing about that is everyone knows each other's habits and quirks, I suppose. Although with familiars you never know your animal skin until later on."

Zeke tenses at my words before he's letting out a long breath, forcing himself to relax. "What do you mean by that?"

Instead of questioning what that was about, I answer his question. "Familiars can shift into an animal skin in addition to the other things they're capable of. When familiars are little, they can try out different animal skins to see which feels the best or the form that resonates with them the most."

"That's really interesting," Zeke says as he pulls my hands away from his middle. Putting space between us, he walks to the fridge, pulling out some milk and butter. "Did you always feel best as a lion?"

I shake my head. "I was all over the place. It took until I hit about 14 to find my lion form."

"I loved seeing you in your lion form. You were so fucking cuddly."

"Oh my gods, don't remind me. That was so embarrassing."

"Nah, it was adorable. Just like your human form," he says, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before going back to cooking.

I want to argue but I don't, letting my mate's teasing compliments in as best as I can. I want to believe him, I really do. So for once, I don't make a joke and just accept it. "Do you have a job?"

"I do! I'm an internet ghost hunter," Zeke says, laughing at himself. "I hunt them for real and then record it as best as I can before editing out anything that proves it's real. Page and I dub over some of the sounds, making it spooky in all the right places before posting them online."

"And you make money from that? Really?"

"Don't sound so skeptical! I really do make money from that. The sight we post on puts ads on our videos and we make revenue from that. Page also has a trust fund from one of her grandparents, so she lives off that while I live off the videos."

"What about Ray?"

"Oh, she's got a normal job," Zeke explains with a smile, pulling two bowls from the cabinet and piling two heaping portions of mac n cheese into them. "She's a receptionist at a local paper factory. She absolutely doesn't look like the receptionist type but she loves it. Mostly because she holds all the power when directing calls and making sure her bosses schedules aren't completely fucked."

"I can see it," I say, taking one of the bowls from Zeke and stepping over to the table. "That makes me happy, that she's got a job she enjoys." I let out a long sigh. "I should probably look around for a job. I don't want to be a freeloader or overstay my welcome."

Zeke sets his bowl down before kneeling on the ground beside me. He takes my face between his palms. "You're not a freeloader, Casper. You are my mate. I want you here. You can get a job if you'd like, but you don't have to. I can support the both of us just fine, okay?"

I open my mouth a few times before snapping it closed, too shocked to find a single word. Zeke must realize this because he gives me a moment to process before leaning up and kissing my lips.

"Okay," I say softly against his lips. I feel so much for this man kneeling before me. We've only just met but I already never want to leave his side. I want to be near him for as long as he'll have me. I want to learn about him, embrace him, and learn how to properly love him.

Before Zeke can stand up and move to his chair beside me, the front door is rattling. Someone uses a spare key and steps inside.

"Oh shit! We should have knocked! He's blowing him! Cover your eyes!"

"Ewwwww!"

"Oh my fucking gods," Zeke says, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. "I gave you that key for emergencies, Page!"

"Sorry, sorry! I wasn't thinking! I forgot you'd be in that honeymoon freshly mated phase!"

"My dick is not out!" I yell over everyone else. Three sets of eyes look over at me, blinking slowly before we're all overwhelmed with laughter. Ray shakes her head in my direction but it's from amusement, not disappointment. Not a bad way to restart this whole ‘getting to know your spark' thing. My chest blooms with hope. Maybe we'll all be alright after all.

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