Chapter 46

Cole

Beau Chêne, Mandeville, Louisiana

W ith Evie’s choice settled, dinner was a fairly chill affair with the family clustered around the table, catching up on minutiae and eating Magda’s gumbo and honey-soaked cornbread. Even with the incredible homemade meal, his first made by somebody other than himself in months, he found himself jittery, planning ways to get out of the requisite after-dinner drinks so he could sweep his bratty witch to bed.

His uncle seemed to read his mind—or at least his impatience—and, instead of letting Cole and Evie escape after dinner, showed Evie to the bedroom they would share, told her where she could find the towels should she want to take a shower, and strong-armed Cole back downstairs.

Almost an hour of aimless conversation and half a glass of rum later, Cole was prepared to throw something heavy at his uncle’s head. He couldn’t quite work out whether he wanted to throw it by hand so his uncle would see it coming or telekinetically so it would be a surprise. Regardless, he was going to lose his shit if they kept him here any longer. Either that or he was going to walk the fuck out. Hey. There's an idea. He blinked, stunned that it had taken him so long to come up with the most straightforward solution.

Cole set his glass on his uncle’s desk, feeling petty enough that he placed it so far away from the coaster that Charles winced, and stood. Then, without a word, he walked out, slamming the door behind him for good measure too.

Behind him, Hayden’s loud laughter crackled through the house as Cole stormed down the hallway and up the stairs. It would be worth it for him to calm down so he didn’t storm into their bedroom with the energy of a feral hyena, but knowing Evie was somewhere in there lit a fire in him that he couldn’t control. His mother’s ring sat in his jeans’ pocket, not forgotten but also not relevant to what he was about to do.

Cole opened the bedroom door and stepped in quickly, shutting it behind him with a quiet click. As he turned, Evie stepped out of the steamy bathroom, toweling herself dry. Her hair was gathered on top of her head in a messy bun, but several delicate tendrils had escaped, highlighting her graceful neck. Water droplets glittered on her pale skin, making her look more like a faerie than a witch.

All rational thought abandoned him at the sight of her. He was already halfway across the room before she noticed him. Already in front of her when she opened her mouth to greet him. Already devouring her mouth as she started to speak. The words she had started to say filtered into his mouth on a small moan as he pushed her against the wall, ripping the towel from her hand and tossing it onto the floor.

He pulled back to gaze at his little witch. Her eyes were already glazed with lust, her breaths coming fast. Reaching out a hand, he cupped it around her breast, ran his thumb over her taut nipple. “Hey, Angel.”

“Hi, love.” Her voice was breathy and sexy.

Slowly, he drew closer, letting one of his legs slide between hers, just enough to stimulate her, not high enough to actually let her grind against it. “Do you remember what I told you earlier?”

A dimple flashed in her cheek when she finally responded. “That you needed to be inside me?”

Cole tsked at her. “Oh, and here I was thinking that you wanted to come, sweetheart. But my ange just can’t help herself, can she?” She shook her head ruefully, a cute whine emerging from her throat as he pulled away. “What I said—and I know you remember it because you were practically grinding on me in the kitchen when I said it—was that bratty little witches get punished.”

She stared at him hungrily as he sat on the settee resting at the foot of the bed. “Now crawl to me, little witch.” Her eyes went wide, but she still dropped to her knees and prowled naked across the floor to him. Gods, that’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen . Once she settled in between his knees, he tugged her to his mouth, nipping at her full lower lip, before lowering her back to a kneeling position and placing her hands on his knees.

“Obviously, I can’t trust you to be quiet so I’m going to have to give that gorgeous mouth something to do.” She whimpered as he gripped her thick hair in one hands. “Unzip my pants, sweetheart.” Her eager hands made quick work of his zipper, but he tightened his grip on her hair before she could free his aching cock. “Now, place your hands back on my thighs.” She tilted her head in confusion but obeyed him, shifting her small hands back to their original place on his legs. “You’re gonna be taking me in that pretty mouth of yours, Angel. You may not be able to take me all the way down your throat right away, but we’re gonna train you to.” He ran a thumb over her throat, a long, extended column of pale silk, thanks to the hold he had on her hair. She let out a shaky breath, her eyes darting from his own to his cock straining the tensile strength of his boxers.

“You’re going to need to breathe through your nose when you take me. It may feel like you’re choking, and you may gag or cry. It’s gonna be hot as fuck, though, so I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking that mouth of yours harder.” Her tongue swiped out to wet her lips as her gaze took on a predatory sheen. “Baby—I need you to pay attention now—while your mouth is full of my cock, you’re not going to be able to speak. So if you need me to slow down, squeeze my thigh. Like this.” He wrapped his free hand around one of hers and clenched down on his thigh. “Now show me.”

“Now?”

“Yes now, Angel.” She tightened both hands around his thighs. He hummed his approval, murmuring, “Such a good girl.” Her eyes shone at his praise. God, the Angel with a praise kink and a bratty mouth was going to be the death of him. “If we need to stop immediately, tap twice. Make sure you do it hard enough for me to feel because I’m going to be lost in that sexy mouth. I want to make sure I know if you need me to stop.”

“Can’t I just magic you against a wall or something if I want to stop?” Her eyes glittered in mischief.

“You could if you want me to spank that ass of yours so red that you can’t sit tomorrow.” He leaned back again. “Now tap me like you would if you need me to stop.” Her hands came down twice firmly on both legs. “Good little witch.”

She whimpered again, leaning forward until his harsh grip on her hair stopped any forward movement. She had never gone down on a man, but she was already starving for him. An unstable breath rattled out of his mouth. “One last thing and then you can finally suck me down like your body is telling me you want to do. It’s okay to stop for any reason. I won’t be mad. We’ve got a lifetime of this ahead of us, and we need to make sure you enjoy it. Understand?” She licked her lips again, nodded enthusiastically. “Fuck, baby, I know you’re hungry for my cock, but I need you to use your words. Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Her words were little more than a whisper.

Cole leaned back against the bed, lowering his boxers far enough to release his cock. As soon as he did, Evie tilted forward and, before he could even give her an order, licked the crown, running her tongue around his piercing and lapping up his precum. “Fuck, mon ange , that’s right, baby.”

Without any direction from him, she wrapped one of her hands around the base of his shaft and shifted further up to get closer. “Such a good fucking girl.” She hummed in appreciation before lowering her mouth further down his length. “You’re doing so good, Angel.” With the hand fisted in her hair, he drove her down his cock, her moan vibrating along his shaft as she took him deeper. She choked, tears starting to roll down her face, as he used her hair to force her to take even more of him.

“Breathe through your nose, mon amour ,” he ordered as he rocked his hips up, sliding that last bit down her throat. “That’s right, sweet witch, you’re taking my cock so well.” He was driving his hips hard, watching himself disappear between her pouty lips. “Fuck yes, you were born to suck my cock, baby.” His stomach tightened, his release drawing closer. He was fucking her mouth now, that bratty, brilliant mouth that drove him crazy, all but silent now as she sucked almost every inch of him greedily down her throat.

Evie was his. Now. Forever. His balls drew up, and he knew he had only seconds before he came. “ Mon petit ange , I’m gonna come. You’re going to take me, beautiful girl, drink my cum down.”

Her grey eyes met his, and she let out a sharp moan just as he shouted out his release, coming violently down her throat and ordering her to swallow all of him.

She had only just pulled away, licking her lips hungrily, when he gripped her waist and tossed her onto the bed. His body was still shaking from the cataclysmic experience of coming down Evie’s throat, but, more than anything in this entire world, he needed to see how wet going down on him had made her. He ran one finger along her exposed pussy and groaned. “Fucking god, you are goddamned drenched for me. Such a naughty little witch getting so wet while she sucks on her sir’s cock.”

Evie moaned. “Gods, please, sir.”

“Please what, Angel?” Cole flicked a finger over her clit, and her body arched on a desperate moan. “You have to tell me what you want.”

She stared at him with glassy eyes, her pouty mouth swollen from sucking his cock. “Please, sir, make me come.”

He growled, dropping between her legs. “You’re so pretty when you beg, little witch. And you took your punishment so well that I don’t want to tell you no.” Tapping the inside of her thigh, he gave her a pointed look. “Now put these legs of yours around my shoulders, and I’ll give you your reward.”

This Evie, this lusty goddess who sucked his cum down like she would starve without it and followed his orders perfectly, made him just as hard as the Evie who bratted at him. Her legs settled around his head, he tilted forward, slipping one finger into her core. She whimpered at him, her hips rocking desperately against his hand. “Does my witch need something more?” Her head bobbled on a nod as she gasped, “yes” at him. In one swift move, he drove two fingers deep, pumping them hard as he alternated sucking on her clit and lazily passing his tongue over it.

Her moans were a bit louder now, coming more consistently. She was soaking his his face with each lick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers, slicking her own thighs with how much she wanted him. It had only been minutes since she made him come so hard he almost forgot his own name, but he was already ready for her, could easily slide into her wet little pussy and release deep inside her again. “Make sure you scream loudly enough to bring the house down, sweet witch. They kept me from tasting you for far too long, and I want them to know it.” Her thighs were tensing around his face, her gasps near constant now. On a downstroke, he slipped a third finger into her, crooking his fingers so they slid against her g-spot. “I’m gonna suck on this little clit of yours, and you’re gonna come hard for me, baby. You get one shot—if you don’t come now, I’m going to leave you this wet, horny mess until I wake you up tomorrow.”

With his threat issued, he continued pumping his fingers before sealing his lips around her clit and sucking. Evie went batshit insane, screaming his name then a string of creative profanity. Suddenly, unexpectedly, as his fingertips rubbed over the bundle of nerves lining her interior wall, cum gushed over his fingers, soaking him and the bed as she squirted all over him.

“Fucking Christ, Angel,” he swore. I need to be inside her right fucking now . One hand braced by her waist, he shoved himself up the bed, sliding his fingers out of her as he did but keeping one finger rubbing along her clit. He lined himself up with her entrance and thrust through her clenching walls.

“Cole,” she screamed, her nails digging into his back as he pounded into her, blood rushing in his ears. “Godsdammit, sir.” Her wail was piercing when she tumbled into a second climax, clenching around him so hard he almost blacked out.

“Holy shit. Fuck, baby!” The headboard clanking against the wall kept time with his barely controlled thrusts. “That’s right, sweetheart, milk me dry. Good fucking girl!” He went lightheaded as he emptied himself inside her, grinding against her while he filled her body with every last drop of his cum.

Cole dropped his head to hers, gasping.

“Holy mother of witches, Cole,” she breathed.

“I know, Angel.” He was panting like he had run a marathon, was pretty sure he was blind in one eye from the intensity of what they had just shared. Sliding himself out of her with a pained wince at his sensitivity, he rolled them on the oversized mattress until Evie was sprawled across his chest, warm and pliant in his arms. “You okay?”

“Mmmhmm.” Her head barely moved and, when he craned his head to see her face, her eyes were already sliding shut. “t’was amazin'.”

He chuckled at her dazed, sleepy expression. “Yeah, it was.” Her leg hooked over his waist, dragging her further into his arms. “Now go to sleep.” He brushed his lips over her forehead before switching off the lamp on his side of the bed.

The lights went out, plunging the room into almost complete darkness. The only light were the moonbeams peeking through the plantation shutters that seemed to only illuminate Evie. He had a brief moment of clarity–something about her being his light in the darkness–before sleep took him too.

As he dozed off, he could have sworn he heard somebody outside their door yell, “They’re done fucking! We can finally go to sleep now!” but he was certain that had to be a dream.