21. Ethan

Chapter 21

Ethan

Wick made me recover the rest of the week before we set any dates. Didn’t matter because we talked through all hours of the night. We stayed at my grandmother’s house simply because it has room and we need to decide where we’d like to live. It needs to be some place I can easily get to campus and where Wick’s happy too.

My grandmother and Florence both came to chat and I think Wick’s softening towards my grandmother, but who knows? I’m still processing everything. I’m not sure how long it’ll take to fully realize what her actions cost. But I have Wicky back and that’s all that matters.

Wick’s still asleep, but we promised today we’d go on a date and I don’t wanna wait too long. He said he had a surprise and I get impatient.

I kiss one eyelid, then the other. His mouth twitches. So I know he’s already waking up.

“I’m ready for the surprise.”

“Five more minutes.” He throws an arm over his eyes and turns away from me with a grin.

I sigh dramatically and settle back into bed and tap my thigh. Wick snorts as he faces me again and buries his face in my neck.

This is how it is, playful Wick, and I love it. It took him so long to let his true nature out. He always felt he had to repress himself because Van was always fucking around, but Wick’s allowed to be true to himself, too.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get dressed.” He hauls me to my feet and pats my butt on our way to the bathroom. I love how comfortable he is being naked with me, but his silk pajamas are even sexier. The way they cling to his form makes my mouth water.

“We could get distracted for a tiny bit,” I say.

“Maybe at the surprise.” Wick wiggles his brows and I can’t help the laugh.

“You have me intrigued.” I dress in a pair of dress slacks and a nice button-up shirt the same color of my eyes. When I face him, he’s in skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

He holds out his hand. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

We’re in the living room of a cute little cottage.

“If you hate it, that’s fine. It’s close to Florence and campus. Rosco and Vi will have plenty of room to do their thing. Squid, by the way, why the hell is the squirrel named Squid?”

I snort. “Florence thought it’d be funny. So Squid the squirrel.”

“Okay, they have a sense of humor.”

“You’ll catch on the longer you know them.” I turn in my spot and take everything in. “This is perfect.” There’s a couch facing bay windows looking out into the woods. A kitchen, and what I’m assuming are a few bedrooms and a bathroom.

“I know how much you hate Cordia’s big mansion.”

“I do. What the hell would we do with that much room?”

“Exactly. And I do like my apartment in the demon realm, so I’m keeping it. We can visit whenever. If you want to keep your campus apartment, that’s fine. But I thought…” He looks around. “This could be ours. If you’re interested. If you’re not?—”

I launch myself at him. “Seriously, I love it. And it’s perfect. Close to Flo and campus? You’re so good to me.” I tug him down by the horn. “Should we break in the mattress?”

Wick moans into my kiss. “I brought lube.”

My breath hitches. “Fuck me.”

“That’s the plan,” he whispers against my lips. Instead of walking, he teleports us to the master bedroom and throws me onto the bed. “You shouldn’t have worn something fancy.” Wick yanks off his t-shirt and stalks towards me as I scramble to unbutton my shirt.

“Don’t rip it. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Mine too, because it matches your eyes.” Wick grabs my ankle and yanks me to the edge of the bed. “Keep it on.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mmmm, I think I like that.” He unbuttons my slacks and yanks them from my legs, pulling my shoes off at the same time. He flips me to my stomach. “Your ass is a work of art.” He smacks it, then massages away the burn.

We’ve been playing with toys and fingers the last few nights because I’ve been too eager to take his cock.

“Please.” I hump the bed, begging for him to stop toying with me.

His tail dusts one ass cheek, teasing me when he walks away to grab the lube from the nightstand. He’s not interested in bottoming, but I don’t care.

“Please, Wick.”

“Patience, little witch.” The snick of the lube bottle makes me shiver, and he runs a finger across my crack.

“Don’t tease me with patience. You’re the king of patience. I’m not,” I whine.

Lube dribbles down my crack, and he rubs my hole. “We have to get you ready. You’re so tight, Ethan.”

“But I’m ready, so ready.” I wiggle my ass.

“Shhh.” Wick sinks a finger in and I melt into the bed the moment he hits my prostate. It’s bliss and I mewl into the pillow when he adds a second, then a third, making my hole stretch for him.

I’m panting by the time he decides he’s done fingering me.

He lines his cock with my hole and rubs. “I’m taking you to the masquerade tomorrow night. We’re going to dance the night away and show everyone you’re mine.”

“Only yours, Wick.”

He sinks in and I grip the sheets. My legs spread wider. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chant as I take his length. He’s taking his time and I’m grateful. My breathing’s harsh and I squeeze my eyes shut as I savor the burn. When he bottoms out, he doesn’t move. He’s barely breathing above me and I turn back to watch him concentrate so hard I almost burst out laughing.

“You are so fucking tight,” he says through gritted teeth.

I squeeze my hole. “And you’re huge, but feel so fucking good .”

We stay in the position until Wick’s ready and when he is we’re both in for a ride. He pulls back and slams into me, pushing me forward.

“Yes. That! Don’t you dare stop, Wick. Fuck me into this mattress.” I grip the sheets and meet his every thrust. “Don’t stop.” I remember dreams of this. Wishes, desires, pent up angst about wanting Wick to fuck me. It was all worth the wait.

“I never stopped hoping, Ethan. I knew I’d find you again.” His balls slap against me and he pulls my back to his chest. “I never gave up hope. Never.” We kiss, and my balls draw up.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, my little witch.” Wick pounds harder. His hands dig into my hips and my head drops to the mattress. I shout my release as he slumps over me, pumping his load in my ass.

My knees give out and we lay there in each other’s arm. Tears fill my eyes at Wick’s completely wrecked face. I wipe his tears with my thumbs. “I’m here, Wick. I’m not going anywhere ever again. Not without you by my side.” He buries his head in my neck as sobs shake his big frame. I hold him until he sniffles and flops to his back.

“Sorry. Don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I kiss his cheek, then his pec. “You’ve always kept things pent up. It’s not good for you. So I’m glad you’re allowing yourself to release.”

“But it’s kind of fucked up to?—”

“It’s what you needed, Wick. Don’t apologize.”

He squeezes me tight. “This is why I love you so much. You make me feel like I’m not fucked up.”

“That’s because you’re not.” I trace my fingers over his pec. “You’re Wick and no one can tell you how to be Wick. Only you can discover yourself.”

He seems to think that over before nodding. “That’s what you’ve been telling me fore years.”

I don’t even care there’s cum dripping from my ass right now. I pull him closer and cuddle my demon until we both fall asleep. We don’t have anything planned the rest of the day and Wick can process as long as he needs.