14. X

X

S omehow, we made it inside and Clark almost had to carry me at one point.

I'm overloaded. Too much was happening and yet it couldn't come fast enough.

"Sweetheart, say something." Clark's palms cup my face, and he rests his forehead against mine. "Tell me what's happening." His voice is ragged and tinged with worry.

"I'm okay. Don't worry, please?" Rubbing my nose along his, I inhale the scent of Clark, which includes the lilac soap he uses, made with goat's milk and good for the skin, the hint of his store coming from the books, and the adrenaline-fuelled panic that must result from all the weird shit he's seen since meeting me. It's all Clark, and it wraps around me like the blanket now discarded on the floor.

"I don't think I am." His voice is low. Needy and oozing sex. "Is this some kind of spell on me?" He presses into me and the bulge in his pants draws a gasp from my lips. "I've never wanted to claim someone before like I do now. It's all I can think about, and I'm freaking out. "

My thigh burns and I cry out, clutching at my leg.

"Fuck!" Pushing Clark away, my hands rip at my pants and tug them off. My witch's mark has its own pulse on the surface of my skin. No longer faded black and incomplete. It's now green and gold with purple peeking out on a belladonna bloom. Within the stems of the plant, two serpents entwine before our eyes as they settle and drop into place before the pulsing and burning stops.

"Jesus Christ, X." Clark reaches to touch it but stops. "Is it…can I touch it?"

"Yeah. It's okay."

He trails his fingertips over it, tracing the plant bloom.

"It's stunning. Just like you." The burning of the mark may have distracted me, but my dick didn't get the memo. It strains in my briefs, begging for his touch.

Swallowing, I take his hand and place it where I want him to touch me.

"X…" He walks me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed and he pushes me down. "I feel like a fucking animal right now." He wastes no time shedding me of my remaining clothes, tossing me around like a rag doll. My skin burns hot with desire.

"I'm not complaining so far. Just don't make barnyard noises and I'll be fine."

He laughs and presses his lips against mine.

"I love how you can make jokes when your dick is begging for me. "

"My dick, my body, my fucking everything, Clark. Please."

"Since you asked so sweetly…" A rumble sounds from Clark, and I arch my back as his lips slide down my jaw and neck. Everywhere his lips touch me, my skin burns with a need for him to do it again. His tongue swirls after small bites and I'm writhing on the bed, ready to blow once he puts his mouth on me. But he doesn't.

Clark sits up and rips his shirt off, tossing it blindly behind him. He stands and shoves his pants down, taking his boxers with them, and naked Clark takes away the sting of him not having his mouth on my cock.

"You're the hottest man I've ever seen naked."

He raises an eyebrow as he opens my nightstand drawer.

"I should take that as a compliment, but I feel you haven't seen many from what you've told me." He moves things around in the drawer and I enjoy the view. "Don't you have lube?"

"Oh. Yeah. I think it's…" I laugh and point at my closet. "I think it's in the pocket of my hoodie. The red one."

Clark finds the sweater and my lube and holds up the bottle.

"Care to tell me why it was in your sweater?" He stalks to the bed and tosses it next to me. "Who were you watching, my sweet? Did you like it?"

He strokes his leaking cock while he stands at the end of the bed, and I raise up on my elbows. "No one as hot as you."

"Tell me what you saw."

His eyes glint with a passion I could drown in .

"A guy railing his partner over the hood of a car in the woods. There's a local lovers' lane sort of thing. I saw the whole thing."

Clark moans and places a foot on the bed. "How did he get him ready, X? What do you want to watch me do? Want me to bury my fingers in my ass? Make you squirm while I fuck myself?"

"Holyfuckershit, Clark. I'm gonna come if you keep talking like that."

His lips curl, wicked and hot.

"So, dirty talk and a voyeur. You really are a match made for me." He drops his foot and blankets his body over me. His mouth crashes on mine and I wrap my legs around his waist, desperate to keep him against me.

"I am. I'm yours. But I don't have the patience to watch right now."

"Good."

Clark slides down my body and, after kissing my witch's mark, swallows my dick in a move that makes stars burst across my vision. Crying out, I arch my back, forcing my dick farther into his mouth. Clark rides along with my wild movements. I swear I hear him chuckle.

Cool liquid and a finger at my entrance have my eyes snapping open, and he slides his lips off my cock, letting it smack against me with a wet slap. "Is this okay?" Clark softens as he kisses my thigh again. "I know you said you'd never been with anyone, but if I'm doing too much, tell me."

"N-no. It's…it's fine. I want you to…to do everything."

He kisses my leg again. "In time, pet. We will. We have forever."

Clark closes his eyes, and feathers kisses across my stomach as he slides a finger in. "We have a lifetime." His whispered words float across my skin and when his gaze flicks up to lock on mine, I know.

I may be new at all this, but I don't need to hear the words. Magic has its advantages, after all. My completed mark, the electricity in the air, and our primal urge to just claim each other. Not traditional at all to declare love, but neither am I.

"You're beautiful like this, X. You should be a god, not a witch." He sits up and kneels next to me while reaching for the lube. He takes my hand and squirts a glob on it. "Jerk me off so I can come all over you."

"Clark…shit."

I don't waste any time and wrap my slicked-up hand around his cock. Clark shivers before regaining his focus and reaching back to continue fucking me with his fingers. When he bends down to swallow my length again, I'm a goner. He quickens the pace and crooks his finger until I rocket my hips up and force him to gag.

He sits up and takes my dick in hand as my orgasm rips through me. Hot ropes of cum hit my chest, and his hum of approval brings a sated smile to my lips. But I don't forget what he wants either.

"Gimme it, Clark. Cover me with your load. "

"Dirty little witch, you are."

I smile in agreement as he bats my hand away. Clark leans down for a filthy kiss, and I comply eagerly. He moans against my lips as his body shakes through his orgasm. And it never seems to end. Clark finally slumps against my shoulder before drawing in a heaving breath.

"Holy fuck, that was good."

Pressing a kiss to the side of his head, I agree.

After we cleaned up, we crawled under the covers, and, once again, I fell into a peaceful sleep with Clark wrapped around me. And it was peaceful. For the first time in five years, I woke up rested and by choice.

No images of my best friend dying in my arms or the pain of the beatings from my brother. It was simply how sleep was supposed to be.

And I cried.

Softly at first so I wouldn't wake Clark, but the body-wracking sobs start on their own, and I can't help it.

"X? Baby, what's wrong?"

He flicks on the lamp and pulls me back on top of him while I try to rein in the tears .

Clark tucks my hair behind my ears and wipes at my tears with a worried gaze.

"I just…woke…up." My breath still hitches, and he kisses me softly.

"No bad dreams?"

"None. It's all because of you. You know that, right?" I pull my head back to drink up this man who I never thought I'd meet. "I know that might be a lot for you to digest, but it's true."

"Yeah. I know, baby." He cups my cheek with his palm, and I sigh at his simple touch. "I don't know who I have to thank for finding you, but I'm so happy I did."

"Me too, Clark."

After wiping my tears and blowing my nose, he tucks me back under his arm against him and I drift back asleep.