20. Warwick

Chapter 20

Warwick

Once Cordia leaves, I can’t stop kissing Ethan’s face, and he giggles beneath me. That sound lights me up and I want to bathe in it. I fight off the dark thoughts that want to come. The ones that say he almost died.

As I scratched the heart into his chest, I swear his skin cracked and he almost split apart before my eyes. I got to him in time, though. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be responsible to my response. I’ve waited too long to find him again for him to be lost to me already. Now I’ll always know where he is at all times.

“Wick.” Ethan’s voice is thick and I want to nibble on his scruffy jaw.

I let the next thought win and lick him from said jaw to cheek bone, drawing another laugh from my little witch.

“Licked you, so you’re mine. All mine.”

“No one else can have me. Except?—”

I growl, and he cocks a brow.

“Florence gets time with me.”

“Of course. Of course. I’d never keep you away from them.” I nuzzle his throat.

“I like this possessive side of you.” He pulls me down for another kiss, his hand always sinks into my hair and I love it but…

“You can use my horns if you want.” My face heats telling him that.

“Aren’t they sensitive?”

I nod. “Very. I might moan.”

Ethan licks his lips. “I like it when you moan.” He grips one horn and pulls me for another kiss. It feels so good I don’t stop from rubbing my hard cock against his thigh.

Ethan thrusts to meet me, his hardness pressed to my stomach.

“Wait. Wait.” I gasp away from the kiss. “You just woke up.”

“Which means I’m full of energy to burn.” He undulates under me, pulling a moan from me. “But we can stop if?—”

“No.” I pepper kisses across his jaw, savoring the scruff of him. I rub against it like a cat, making him laugh.

“On your back,” Ethan says and I oblige as fast as demonly possible. He straddles my waist, his ass precariously close to my hard cock. He rocks back, sliding my hardness between his clothed crack. “One day.” He leans down to press a kiss to one pec, then the other. “If you’re interested, I want you to fuck me into the mattress.”

“So interested.” I squeeze his ass. “I want to do everything with you, my little witch. We’ll explore the delights of pleasure together.”

“I like the sound of that.” Ethan grinds into my stomach when he leans into kiss me again.

“Only you, my Ethan. You’re all I need.”

“Where would you like to live?” Ethan’s question throws me off guard and I still his hips.

“Wherever you want. My place, yours. Doesn’t matter to me as long as we’re together.”

“I still wanna teach if they’ll have me. But I have a tiny studio apartment on campus.”

“We don’t have to think about this now.” I thumb his bottom lip and lift to capture him in another kiss. His mouth takes away all my cares and fears. His little moans and the little hitch of his hips as he seeks pleasure make me harder than I think I’ve been in my life. “I wanna be naked.” Naked with Ethan. It never crossed my mind before, but it took me years to realize how attracted to him I was to begin with.

He scrambles off me and almost trips over his own feet before I catch him. “Not so fast.” My tail brushes against him and he catches it.

“What kind of demon are you now?” He brushes the tufted part over his cheek.

“Poe says I’m just a minion, nothing special like Pike being an incubus.”

“You’re not just a minion. You’re my Wick.” Ethan pounces in my arms and wraps himself around me. We’re both still clothed, but I don’t care because Ethan is in my arms. Squirming against me, making me harder.

“Naked,” I growl making him moan against my neck. I yank his shirt off him and he fiddles with my buttons, but I pull the shirt open, sending buttons everywhere.

“I didn’t know you were so sculpted.” His hands roam over my pecs. “I knew you had nice arms.” He squeezes my biceps.

“Not so bad yourself.” I eye his slim chest. There’s no definition, but he’s beautiful to me.

“Pants.” He waves and my tail shivers the moment his hands touch my waistband to unbutton my jeans. My breath hitches when he gets to the zipper and drops to his knees. “I’ve always wanted to try this.” He licks his lips and tugs down my jeans, bringing my underwear with them. The action is so slow, my cock acts to be free. His eyes widen when I spring free of the confines of my clothing. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.

“You’re so, big.” He leans back to examine everything. “And… are you ribbed for pleasure?”

“Looks like.” I grin back at him.

“I wanna taste you. Can I?”

“Only if you finish getting naked, too.”

Ethan pushes back to his feet. “Alrighty, but if I’ve been asleep for weeks, you’re not going to want to taste what I got going on. I’m surprised you’ve kissed me.”

I lean in to kiss him again. “We gave you sponge baths.” Another kiss. “Naked.”

He shimmies his pajama bottoms off and I take in the sight of him. His hard cock standing proudly.

“You look good enough to eat.” I lick his cheek.

“Please, can I taste you?” He pleads with his eyes as he slides back to his knees.

His hands slide up my thighs, making me shiver. I grip his hair, not wanting him to start too fast. His tongue darts out to my tip.

“Do you feel stronger now that we’re bonded?” He distracts me before licking at my crown.

“My magic’s stronger, for sure,” I croak out. “But you always make me feel strong, Ethan.”

He stops his ministrations on my cock. “You always make me feel strong, too. Like I can fly, but I don’t even have wings.” He drags a hand over my cock and we shuffle to the bed where I drop on the edge and he settles between my legs.

“You look so pretty on your knees.” I don’t know why I say the words.

“Shhh, let me thank you for saving my life.”

I tip his head up. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Then let’s enjoy our first sexual experience together.” He kisses me again before focusing on my cock once more. The little kitten licks along my shaft, curls my toes. Somehow, he knows exactly what I need and when to let off. I’m lost in his touches and happy little moans and sighs. He works both hands, edging me over and over until finally… “Come for me, Wick.”

The words don’t even finish leaving his lips and I’m already coming down his throat. He swallows what he can, but the rest lands on his face and chest. Cum drips from his chin by the time I’m finished.

I use my thumb to wipe his left eye clean, and he grins up at me.

“That was fucking hot.” His tongue darks across his lips and he pushes cum from his chin to his mouth. He still grips my cock, pumping until I’m too sensitive and I stop his hands. My breathing’s harsh when I realize he came, too.

“Come here.” I kiss him until he’s putty and pick him up in a bridal carry. “Let’s get washed up.”

I carry him to the ensuite bathroom and settle him into the shower. I’ve showered here on a few occasions and know it’s big enough for both of us. I grab a fresh wash rag while he adjusts the water.

I slide in behind him and he leans into me.

“I’m going to take you on dates. Whatever you want, Ethan. We’ll fall in love with each other all over again.” I lather the wash rag with soap and rub it gently over his body, being as thorough as possible. “We won’t have to rely on memories. On the old us. We’ll make new memories that’ll last forever.” I kiss the back of his head before scrubbing his hair with shampoo.

“That sounds perfect.” He sighs as I rinse his hair.

We stand like this, with him in my arms and warm water running over us. My cock starts to rally at his little squirms. He rubs his ass against me when I snake my arm under his to take his cock in hand.

“Let me take care of you, Ethan. Just relax.”

His hand hooks around the back of my neck the moment I slide my hand down his cock.

“I’m not going to last.”

“Don’t think about lasting, just enjoy.” I thrust against his crack. “Hands on the wall.”

Ethan scrambles to follow my directions and he sticks his ass out. I spread his cheeks, not able to help myself from tasting him.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Ethan strokes himself while I lave at his hole. I slurp and suck, needing to bring him as much pleasure as possible. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.” His hand goes faster. A strangled moan escapes his lips when he paints the wall of the shower with cum. “I don’t think I can walk.”

“I’ll carry you.” I rinse down the shower and hose him off before hauling him over my shoulder, being careful of my horns.

Ethan squeals and we’re making a big puddle mess, but we’ll clean it up. I deposit him on the sink and grab a fluffy clean towel. He yawns when I pat his face.

“Should get you back to bed.” I pat the rest of him down before scrubbing the towel over his head.

“I’m fine.”

“Ethan.”

He yawns again. “Okay, but I want to cuddle.”

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you right now.” Or ever.