Chapter 48

Cole

Garden District, New Orleans, Louisiana

T hey spent the two days following the brunch at Charles’ house catching Evie up on every bit of lore surrounding the Underworld and their duties during the day. At night, they talked long into the wee hours of morning about everything, discussing plans for the Underworld, their childhoods, their hobbies, literature. It seemed like no topic was off limits.

Evie even taught him about different types of trees and flowers, a lesson that he almost immediately forgot to her amusement. For his part, he spent his time sharing his favorite music and movies with her. She loved Fleetwood Mac—go figure, a witch loving a band fronted by the white witch herself—and, unexpectedly, Korn best of all but hated classical music with a passion that was borderline feral. Her attention span for movies was atrocious, so he downgraded them to TV shows. The shorter format kept her hooked, and he loved curling himself around her while they watched old Criminal Minds and Bewitched episodes. He even caved to the millennial nostalgia and broke out the original Charmed, which she was obsessed with. Her adoration for the character Cole made him jealous of a fictional man who bore his own damn name. Who would have guessed?

In their spare time, they dedicated themselves to christening his house as theirs by fucking on or against every surface that they could. He discovered that Evie was absolutely insatiable, often reading ancient texts while she rode him. His solution to her obvious distraction was requiring her to read the documents out loud, which had the added benefit of letting him hear her voice, first husky as she read then dissolving into moans and screams as she came all over his cock or tongue or fingers. Basically, whichever appendage he had dedicated to the cause.

Cole himself hadn’t had this much sex since law school. But even though his body was older, it didn’t seem to understand that fact because he was hornier than ever. One sight, one scent, one touch of Evie was enough to get him hard and have him immediately bending her over the nearest piece of furniture. Or wrapping her curvy little legs around his waist and sinking into her against the nearest wall. Or ripping off whatever piece of clothing she was wearing and licking her pussy until she screamed his name loudly enough to alarm the neighbors. Cole groaned as he hardened at the memory of her throaty voice screaming for him, her hands tangled in his hair, her legs bracketing his head while he drank her cum down. Fuck .

Evie’s sheer vocal range—his new favorite sound—had already resulted in five noise complaints and one police visit. He didn’t regret a fucking thing, except maybe growling at the officer when he saw a flushed, satisfied, and partially dressed Evie from the door. Fortunately, the officer thought it was a poorly timed cough and ignored the magic rippling from Cole’s person as he kept trying to catch another glimpse of Evie. The asshole was lucky he hadn’t left the house in a body bag.

After two days of half assed working, he finally decided to meander into his study. Evie meandered in after him, crawling into his lap and promptly dozing off with his arms clasped around her. He had been irritated as hell as the six hundred messages waiting in his inbox, but after Evie curled in his arms, it somehow became so much more tolerable. He glanced down at her, nuzzling his cheek against her hair as he used one hand to scroll through the egregious amount of emails that had come in while he was out and balanced Evie with the other so she didn’t accidentally slide out of his lap.

His computer lit up with an incoming call. Hayden. Cole hadn’t seen him since Charles’ house, opting instead to work remotely, which Hayden had spent an obscene amount of time cackling at because Cole called remote work, “the lazy person’s commute.” Words he was happily eating with a sleeping Evie in his lap. The shrill ring of his computer continued as he scrambled to connect his headphones, finally feeling the plug slip in the jack, silencing the loud noise.

Evie stirred against him, her head lifting slightly.

“It’s fine, Angel.” He rubbed her hip. “Go back to sleep.”

With muffled sound of agreement, she snuggled back into his neck as he toggled the Accept Call button. Hayden’s face burst into full technicolor on the screen.

“You two are precious,” Hayden snarked. “Have you even left each other’s sight in the last few days?”

“What do you want, man?” He was quiet in an effort not to wake Evie up. Ignoring Hayden was often the best way to get to the actual substance of the conversation, so you could get on to whatever else needed to be done.

“You may want to wake your lady love for this one.” Hayden’s smirk dropped from his face. “We’ve got the Moirai and Charles in the room.”

“They found the entry?” Cole straightened in excitement.

“Yep, but you’re not going to like the location. So you may want to get your better half on the line.”

Cole turned off his audio and video without preamble and rubbed a hand along Evie’s cheek. She murmured something nonsensical into his neck and burrowed in deeper. His dick, always at least somewhat erect when he was around her, hardened against her hip when she wriggled her ass in his lap sleepily. A predatory grin found its way on to his face. “Angel,’ he purred into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. Her lips parted on a soft inhale. “That’s right, sweet little witch, it’s time to wake up.” Sliding a hand along her thigh, he traced his fingernails along the sensitive skin just under her sleep shorts. Her muscles tightened, twitched, under his fingertips. A soft sigh drifted from her lips, just as he slid his fingers along her slit. He growled at the feel of her, working a single finger into her. “Always so wet for me.”

“Cole,” she moaned, her eyes heavy lidded. He started pumping his finger slowly in and out of her, her small gasps sparking fires in his blood.

“You finally awake, Angel?” At her fervent nod, he chuckled. “You want another finger, don’t you.”

Not a question, but she answered anyway. “No.”

Cole raised his eyebrows. “No?”

Even as her walls were clenching on his single finger, lazily fucking her, Evie pursed her lips. Ah. There’s my brat . “No, sir, I don’t want your fingers. I want your dick, and you know it. I want you to throw me down on this desk and fuck me until I scream and milk your cum from you.” Her eyes danced with mischief. “So why are you teasing me?”

Fuck . Cole tilted his head back. Groaning at the ceiling, he made some quick, reckless decisions followed by even more rapid action. “Stand up and take your shorts and panties off,” he ordered, voice cracking as she followed his orders perfectly. He slid his sweatpants down to his knees, slowly stroked a palm along his hard length while she stared at him hungrily. “Now come sit on my dick, Angel. Facing the computer.”

With a sassy smirk on her face, she angled over him, sliding her wetness around the head of his shaft but never fully dropping herself on to him.

Cole seized her hip in one hand, tangled her hair in the other, and growled into her ear “Enough teasing, brat” right before he drove himself up into her. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so goddamn good.” Absolutely astounding that, despite spending as much time inside of her as he had over the last few days, the feeling of her still shook him to his core.

Evie’s head dropped forward, her hands gripping the desk so tightly her knuckles whitened, as she ground herself against him.

“Hey, you guys still there?” Hayden’s voice echoed through the headphones.

At the tinny sound, Evie’s head popped up in search of the source of the noise. Finally, her eyes landed on the single bud in his ear, the other dangling from the wire around his neck. Leveling a glare at him, she tried to stand.

“Absolutely fucking not, vilaine fille ,” Cole snarled, snaking an arm around her waist to lock her in place. “You’re going to sit on me during this call. We’ll be on video while I play with your sensitive little clit under the desk, millimeters from where everybody can see. You move one inch and they’re gonna see you split open on my cock, drenched for me like the horny witch that you are.” Her breaths were sawing in and out, her inner walls clamping around him. “You fucking love the sound of that, don’t you, my dirty Angel? Fuck, baby.” He tugged his headphones out of the audio jack. “One last thing? Audio will be live the whole call so you’re gonna need to be quiet unless you want everyone to know that you’re stuffed full of my dick and begging to come.” The index finger of his free hand rested on the mouse. “Any last words before I turn on the camera and mic?”

His name emerged from her mouth on a plaintive cry. “Such a needy witch,” he chuckled. “Now, straighten up, baby, unless you want them to see you gasping and panting for your sir.” Not that he would ever actually let them see her like this, but gods, was it fun to threaten her with it.

With his help, Evie sat up, which had him biting back a moan at the sudden shift in angle. Before, she had been tight around him, but, resting against his chest, she was clenching around him even more acutely. Once he was under control and not about to throw Evie on the desk and pound into her like they had all the time in the world, he toggled the video and mic on. “Hey, everybody, we’re here. Whatcha got for us?”

While Charles spoke, Cole dropped his fingers to Evie’s clit, flicking slightly. Evie let out a squeak, clenching around his cock. He started running his fingers back and forth over the bundle of nerves, slowly enough to stimulate her, not enough to make her come. With each swipe of his thumb over her clit, she sank her teeth into her lip until he wanted to bite it with his, lay claim to her full mouth, branding her as his.

“Are you two paying attention?” Charles' voice cut through the fog, tense and unforgiving.

“Absolutely, Charlie.” Cole dropped his hand to Evie’s thigh, slowing the distraction enough so they could pay attention to the conference call. “But could you… say what you just said again. No particular reason. Just want to confirm what I heard.”

Hayden barked out a laugh, and even Charles looked like he was considering smiling. “Cole, man,” Hayden said. “Seriously, let your girl out of your sight every now and again, or you’re gonna have a little Cole or Evie running around way sooner than I think either of you want.”

Cole’s chin was resting against Evie’s shoulder, but something about Hayden’s comments struck a chord through the cloud of arousal fogging his mind. It vanished just as quickly when Evie clenched tightly around him again.

While the two stooges yucked it up and Cole fought not to spill into Evie while they were on camera, Essi cut in seamlessly. “We said that we know where the entrance to the Underworld opened.”

Evie’s head snapped towards the screen. “Where is it?” she asked, the only external indication that Cole was currently balls deep in her a slight rasp to her voice and flush on her cheeks. He could feel her trembling around him, though, belying her seeming calm, her drenched cunt clamping down on him each time somebody looked at them by way of the screen. Who would have guessed my little Angel has a bit of exhibitionist in her?

“It’s in Budapest,” Hayden replied. “Sorry, Cole.”

“Budapest,” Cole repeated dryly. Although he didn’t have a long list of cities he hated, Budapest was at the top of the list. Something about being arrested by the Hungarian Customs and Finance Guard within seconds of stepping foot in Budapest and investigated for falsified tax forms filed by a client before sitting in a Hungarian interrogation room for almost 12 hours had really soured him on the city. “Of course it’s Budapest.”

Evie’s head tilted at his irritated tone and, despite being overwhelmed with pleasure, she still cranked her neck around to kiss him on the cheek and rubbed his arm wrapped around her waist reassuringly. With those small touches, his irritation vanished. Who gave a fuck where the entry was when it was just a stepping stone to his queen being by his side for the rest of their immortal lives? “Okay, Budapest. That’s, what, a 10 hour flight?”

“You taking the jet?” Hayden asked.

“Yeah, no way am I flying commercial for this.” Cole snorted. At 6’5”, commercial flying wasn’t built for him. After he made his first $100 million and knew that he would have to fly internationally fairly regularly, he had invested in a private jet, so he didn’t do long-term damage to his spinal cord in the cramped commercial seats. “When should we leave?”

Essi replied, “As soon as humanly possible. I'm seeing a great conflict in your future, although the participants are shadowy as of our last read. You must get to Budapest as quickly as you can before the potential for this danger becomes much more real.”

Cole glanced at the clock on the computer. Going on 7:30 in the evening. No way they were getting out of here tonight. “I’ll get everything arranged for the jet to take off first thing in the morning. First round will be just Evie and me, the rest of you can follow. Hayden, do you still have your place in Budapest?” At his nod, Cole instructed him, “Get the pilot your key so we have a place to crash if we don’t find the entry easily.” The group in the conference room were nodding in agreement. “Anything else?”

“The two of you have opened the Underworld. We assume it will recognize you as its rulers and tell you how to accept the throne and your immortality,” Essi said mildly. “If that doesn’t happen, please let us know and we’ll reassess.”

“Fine,” Cole responded shortly. “Anyone else? If not, we have to go prep for an early morning plane ride.”

After they said their goodbyes and hung up, Evie tried to stand. “Where do you think you’re going?” he growled, gripping her waist as he stood and pressed her front down to the desk top. “I felt how much you loved me being inside you while everyone was watching, you dirty little witch.” He pumped his hips shallowly. Her back arched as she pressed back into him.

“But we have to go pack,” she moaned.

“Yeah, baby, we do, but first I have to fuck you until we get another noise complaint.” She tried to shove herself back on to him when he pulled out, but he held himself away from her. “Do you want me to make you come, Angel?" She nodded, hair splayed around her shoulders like liquid fire. A bolt of sudden clarity shot through him that this exact sight, this exact moment, would be branded on his heart for the rest of his life. “If you want to come, ask your sir sweetly to let you.”

“Please, sir,” she gasped, still pushing herself towards him.

“Please what, Angel?” His fingers bit into her curvy hips.

“Please, sir, let me come,” she cried out.

“God, sweetheart, you’re so pretty when you beg.” He plunged into her, letting loose a shout at the feel of her around him. She cried out his name as he kept up his thrusts, making sure to keep his hips angled so his piercing ran along her inner wall.

Within minutes, she was squirming on his desk, keening his name. He dropped his palm between her legs once more, softly rubbing her rigid clit. Just enough to stimulate, not enough to get her off, and they both knew it.

“Fuck, sir, please.” Her face was a stunning mask of need and lust. “Please, gods, please.” By the final “please,” her voice was practically a scream.

Cole’s lower back was tightening, his balls drawing up. He was seconds away from coming in her tight little pussy when he fingered her clit with the firmness he knew she needed. Evie’s cries were constant when he leaned over her back and snarled, “Come for me, my dirty little witch. Let me feel you.”

As if his words were magic, she came apart around his cock so hard he saw stars. “Fuck, Angel, god-fucking-dammit, I can feel you milking my cock, belle fille , ma putain d’épouse .” He could barely hear himself over the blood rushing in his ears but knew that he was claiming her, both with his words and his cum as he spent himself deep inside her, knowing that he would give her the world or destroy it for her if she asked him to.

The fog slowly cleared from his head as he breathed in that scent that was uniquely her, his body loose over hers. He had never been this happy before in his life. Despite that, though, he couldn’t stop wiggling at an odd unsettling feeling. He kissed her spine gently, felt her flex underneath him, when Hayden’s comment about a “little Evie and Cole” finally sank in. His body went rigid against hers.

And, of course, his perceptive little witch immediately felt the shift in his body. “What’s going on, Cole? You went-”

“We haven’t been using protection.” Cole dragged a hand over his face, sliding out of her and flipping her over on the desk to face him. “And I’m assuming you’re not on birth control. Holy shit. How did I not think about this?”

“Hey, hey, breathe,” she reassured him. “It’s okay, love—”

“How did I forget to use protection? Holy fuck, I’ve never had sex without a condom.” Cole was babbling, something about condoms being the first and only sexual requirement his uncle had taught him—he wasn’t really sure—when Evie flicked him in the chest. Hard. His words caught in his throat as he stared down at her.

Evie glared at him, the mixed blue-gold of her magic sparking in her eyes. “I need you to calm down, Cole, and stop making inferences about you being with other women while I am freshly fucked on your desk.”

He blinked. Nodded.

“How about you talk me through the whole mental departure you just had.”

After a minute, he finally answered her non-question. “I never expected—or wanted—to be a dad. So I took precautions to make sure that was a nonissue. But with you—” He shook his head. “I didn’t even think about it. It was like I couldn’t even think about there being anything separating the two of us, even physically.” His breathing was coming more easily, definitely less panicked, but he still wasn’t calm.

“Cole, it’s okay.” Wrapping a leg around his waist, Evie drew him back into the cradle of her hips. “It’s okay, my love. I’m not on birth control, but even still I can’t have children anyways. I thought I told you that.”

Cole reared back. “What? No, you never told me that. I don’t understand. How can you not have children?”