Chapter 22

Caspian

What the fuck?

Right now, I had Zazie’s warm little bubble butt pressed up against my cock and my arm around her waist, pulling her close against me, all while Miles and Murtagh were yammering about some danger, and I just wanted to pull her in closer and stay like this forever. I breathed in her scent, heavenly and perfect and just like home and everything I’d ever wanted.

“Caspian, fuck. Get up. We have to move. Now,” Murtagh shouted. “Seraphus is coming for Zazie, and we need to get her out of here. Miles has already gone to get the car, so get the fuck out of bed.”

I groaned. He was ruining my perfect dream. I’d much rather be woken up with Zazie riding my cock, but Murtagh continued yammering about demons and monsters and the eventual end of the world when it all suddenly snapped back into place.

Fuck! Seraphus!

And I thought cats were a bad enough feature in this adventure.

I didn’t know how, but as soon as I had been going down on Zazie after our last escape, I had forgotten the terror of the situation. I didn’t think it was possible at the time, but that feeling had disappeared.

It was back now.

My body went rigid as everything clicked into place. In an instant, I was on my feet and pulling a naked Zazie out of the bed. Her ass was still a pretty bright pink, but she’d more than earned that. I paid it no mind as I quickly shoved a shirt over her head.

“I don’t want to get up yet,” the sleepy little thing whined, and I shook my head.

“It’s time to go,” I demanded, but she didn’t move. She just groaned, not fully conscious yet. Her body didn’t heal as fast as mine—probably because she wasn’t at the age where her immortality set in, so her body looked like it was still recovering. Her eyes looked bruised from the dust and her voice sounded raspy still. So I helped dress her. Getting a pair of pants on her was a little more difficult than I’d anticipated, but eventually I managed. “Seraphus is on his way, and we need to get the fuck out of here.”

Her eyes were still mostly shut, but the sound of her father’s name seemed to shake her awake somewhat.

Still glancing around through heavy eyelids swollen from the dust and dirt of the day before, she huffed, her body tilting over with exhaustion. “Shit. That’s not good news,” she muttered, and I lifted her up in my arms and carried her out of the room. She curled into my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck, and for a few long moments, I reveled in how perfect my mate fit against me, like she was made for me.

“Let’s go,” I said, and we ran down the hallway, through the house, and straight into the waiting car.

“Got the jewels? The diamond?” I asked Murtagh as he pulled his coat over his shoulders.

“I have all the gems. Don’t worry,” he replied back, slipping inside the car with a grimace at the nearby road, as if he wondered how much time we actually had to get out of dodge—hours? Minutes? Seconds? We couldn’t risk it.

I looked down the hill the villa was perched upon and saw several black cars making their way up the private road we lived on.

That wasn’t good…

The car was already packed, Miles already inside in the driver’s seat while on his cellphone. That man moved almost unnaturally fast when he wanted to.

I slipped inside with Zazie in my arms and as soon as my ass hit the seat, the car took off towards the airport, going the longer, bumpier way down the mountain to avoid the line of cars coming up to meet us.

Miles was already on the phone, arranging for my private jet to be waiting for us and primed for take-off.

“What the fuck is going on?” Zazie asked, her sleepiness still apparent in her voice.

“Your father is a madman,” Murtagh gritted, obviously not any happier about leaving suddenly than we were. “He attacked Wendy and her demons, and now he’s on his way here to find you. We’re leaving. Now.” He grabbed a bag of chips that was hidden in the glove box and started to open them, crunching almost with purpose.

She rubbed her hands over her face. “Did he kill them?” she asked, looking about as aghast as her exhaustion could manage.

Murtagh shrugged. “They don’t sound happy, but they’re alive. Mostly because Wendy told him most of what he wanted. Like our location.”

“Well, how sweet,” she sighed, and then looked back at the villa. “So, no breakfast then?”

I chuckled. “No breakfast. But maybe if you ask nicely, you’ll get another spanking instead.”

She pouted and looked away. I’d heard Murtagh punishing her. She’d gotten it good. A part of me thought maybe she didn’t need another round, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to bend her over my lap and turn her pretty little ass red anyway. Her skin was still marked and scratched and bruised from her hand-grabby response during our adventure into the crypt last night, and it certainly didn’t have to be that way. There had been no booby-traps under the diamond. We would have been able to just walk safely back home.

“I think I’ve been punished enough for one day,” she mumbled, and I smirked.

The car zipped through the streets, and by the time we reached the airport, my jet was already on the tarmac. A man ushered us through straight to the plane, and in a rush, the four of us climbed the stairs and took our seats. In minutes, the plane’s engines were starting up, and we were hurtling down the runway, and then we were up in the air.

As soon as the jet stabilized, Murtagh flew out of his seat and started rifling through a huge stack of papers. He shifted through them until he found what he was looking for with a shout. “I’ve got it!” he exclaimed and held up a map of the world.

“Got what?” Zazie asked.

Murtagh straightened a large paper, almost the size of himself. “A world map. I want you to look at it and tell me where we’re going next. You have the gift—how far away can you use it? Because I have no research left to have us find the second. You said it helps to see it, and you have its likeness right here.” He pulled the diamond, with some faltering difficulty because of its size, from his pocket.

Zazie sighed, looking still hungover and fingering a scratch on her temple with her index finger with annoyance. “Do I have to do it now?”

“You have to try,” Murtagh said, raising his eyebrow expectantly, “Unless you want another spanking just like the last one.”

I could see the wheels turning in her head. She really wanted to say something snarky, but the last spanking was probably fresh in her mind, and she wasn’t eager for a repeat performance.

“Fine,” she muttered, and she pushed out of her seat. “Give me the map.”

Murtagh handed her the map, and she unrolled it on the floor.

She looked at it for at least five minutes, bearing her weight back on her heels as she knelt over it.

“Got even an inkling?” Murtagh asked.

She turned to him for a second, narrowing her eyes. “Can you give me a second? I’m not AI, okay? You can’t just demand things from me and have me fart it out. I have to think for a second. You said that diamond looks much like that other one?” she asked, gesturing towards me, as if I carried it in my pocket.

Murtagh shrugged. “I’m not positive, but I think so. It’s got a different name, according to the grocery list, but looking at the instructions for it that the witch wrote out, they’re similar power, so I imagine they’re twin stones. It’s got to look similar if it has the same powers, right?”

“Okay,” she hummed, turning back towards the map.

She sighed and rubbed between her eyebrows with her thumb. “Here, give me the diamond,” she demanded, putting out her hand.

“Why?” Murtagh asked flatly, as if protective of it.

She raised her eyebrows. “Now you’re just being difficult. What I need is that diamond and like, fifty cups of coffee, but you know what? The diamond is a good first-step,” she snapped peevishly at him.

He grumbled, but then went to a box, opened it up, pulled out the diamond, and put it in her hand.

Her eyes immediately turned white. Almost glowing.

“Oh, fuck. That feels like some good shit…” she said, then shuddered with pleasure. “Mmm. Yes. Where is your friend, huh?” she asked the diamond like a Disney Princess might as her animal companion. “You miss him? Huh? I bet you do. Let us have a good think together, huh?”

With her eyes like that, it was impossible to even see where she was looking if it wasn’t for a tilt or two of her head. She shuddered her shoulders again.

“Drop us…” She looked at the map again, silent for another long minute. “Here…” She pointed at Russia.

I leaned over her. “Moscow? Why Moscow?”

“Because when I think of his friend, I can almost hear it. I think… borscht… I think Russian voices… I think power… I think politics… I think… pride. I think… cold. It feels like Moscow. If it is, I’ll hear it calling when we get off the plane. I know what I’m listening for.”

“Listening?” Murtagh asked, smirking.

She shrugged. “Not with my ears. Like, not listening-listening. But you know, I can feel it in my jellies,” she said and looked at Murtagh’s hand when he reached it out to her. “What?” she asked the hand.

“The diamond,” he demanded.

“He wants to stay with me,” she assured him, pressing the diamond to her chest.

He rolled his eyes. “Want me to put a mirror up to you?”

She groaned. “Did I go all white-eyed?”

I nodded. “It almost seems like it’s making you more djinn-like every second. We promise we’ll take good care of the diamond. Never you fret, darling,” I assured her, almost wanting to laugh at her mulish expression.

She sighed and finally put the diamond back in Murtagh’s hand. He smiled and put it back into the box on the other side of the plane.

“Moscow it is,” he told her with a nod. “I’ll let the flight crew know that’s where we’re headed.” He strode forward towards the front of the jet to the captain’s chamber.

I walked over to Zazie and pulled her into my lap. Her eyes were already beginning to clear and looked better than before, with the swelling around the rims of her eyelids mostly gone.

The flight would take another few hours, and I was going to enjoy my mate until then. Seraphus wouldn’t be able to find us while we were in the air, so we were safe at least for the time being.

Besides, my nerves were frayed from leaving the house so quickly, and I knew that the comfort she could provide would make that feeling go away.

“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” I murmured into her ear.

She just blushed a little and squirmed in my lap. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” she replied, and I laughed.

“No, just you,” I murmured, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck and breathing in her delicious scent once again. My cock already ached, and I wanted nothing more than to sink into her wet heat. I didn’t care if Miles and Murtagh were watching or not. My desire for her was insatiable, and it had already been too long since I’d been inside her. I stood up decisively, then spun her around, picked her up, and threw her over my shoulder.

“Wait! What are you doing?” she squealed, and I simply smacked her ass over her pants.

“You’re going to be a good girl and let me fuck you now, and if you’re lucky, you’ll get to come again.”

She giggled but didn’t protest. I walked towards the bedroom, and then kicked the door open. As soon as I was inside, I threw her down on the bed. Without wasting any time, I unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down past her knees. I was hungry for her, and before she could protest, my mouth was between her thighs.

She was already wet, her pussy lips slick with her desire.

“You’re soaking wet, naughty girl. Did Murtagh not take care of you as thoroughly as you needed? Do you need more?” I asked, and her face reddened beautifully right in front of me.

“I—” she tried, but I cut her off by diving right in. I parted her folds and teased her clit with my tongue.

“Oh!” she moaned and writhed beneath me, but I didn’t relent. The taste of her was absolutely divine, like sweet berries and cream, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My tongue lapped up her soaking wet slit, and her legs started to shake, her hips bucking wildly. She was so close, and then I stopped.

“Don’t tease me like that,” she complained, and I grinned, swirling my tongue around her wet heat and taunting her with a pressure that was just light enough to push her to the edge, but not enough to send her over it.

“Please,” she whimpered, her hands fisting in the sheets. I wasn’t ready to let her come, and I knew it would be sweeter the longer I made her wait.

I lapped at her clit, circling it gently, and then a bit more roughly as I taunted her with pleasure just beyond reach.

I ate her sweet little pussy like a starving man, sucking on her clit and slipping my fingers inside her tight little channel. Her muscles tightened around my thick digits, and I knew she was getting close, so close, and then I pulled my fingers out and left her writhing on the bed. Like an animal, I slipped them into my mouth and suckled off every bit of her arousal like it was my very last meal.

I heard Murtagh walk in behind me, and I pressed them back inside her just as my tongue latched back onto her clit.

“That’s right, little girl. Come all over his tongue. I’m going to watch,” he murmured, and her entire body seized beneath me. I increased the pressure of my tongue against her clit, and her inner walls spasmed around my fingers. With a cry, she came, her orgasm ripping through her and her pussy clenching and gushing as she coated my face with her wetness.

“Good girl,” Murtagh growled, and I turned to see him with his hand down his pants. He’d unbuttoned his slacks and was stroking his cock slowly as he leaned against the door.

“Caspian,” she moaned, her body still shaking with aftershocks.

I crawled over her and slipped between her thighs. My cock ached, and I needed to be inside her.

The head of my cock pressed against the entrance of the tight vice of her sweet little pussy, and I slowly nudged myself inside of her. She was still so damn tight, her pussy lips parting for my thick shaft and stretching to accommodate my size.

She hissed at the pain, but she never asked me to stop, and with every inch, I slipped deeper and deeper inside her.

I groaned, the feeling of her like heaven, before I thrust inside of her, harder and harder, until she was shivering all around me again once more.

“Fuck. I can’t get enough of your perfect little cunt, can I?” I asked, and she moaned, her hips bucking against mine.

“Come on, Cas. Fuck her good,” Murtagh muttered, and my cock hardened into a fucking steel rod.

Zazie was about to get fucked hard.

“Hold on tight,” I murmured, and she gripped the bed sheets.

I pulled my cock almost all the way out, and then slammed it back inside of her. Her shirt was in the way of her breasts, and I quickly ripped it over her head while I was still fucking her. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t help but lean down and suck a hard little nipple into my mouth.

She wrapped her legs around me and urged me deeper, and I was happy to oblige. I was already on the verge of coming. The sight of her, naked and panting and completely at my mercy, was all I needed to drive me to the edge.

Her inner walls fluttered around my cock, and I did my best to hold on. By some sheer force of will, I pushed my orgasm back and fucked her even harder.

“Oh, God!” she cried, and I could feel her getting tighter and tighter, her wet little pussy milking my cock for all it was worth.

“That’s it, Zazie. Come for me like a good girl.”

“Come all over his cock,” Murtagh growled.

She did. She came with a shout, her back arching off the bed and her pussy convulsing all around me. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and it was enough to push me over the edge. I roared, my seed exploding from my cock and filling her to the brim.

Murtagh was right there with me, coming with a grunt and splattering the carpet with his seed.

We both collapsed on the bed, and Zazie was left trembling and spent between us. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her back to exactly where she was meant to be.

Right between Murtagh and me.