15. Allan

Chapter fifteen

Allan

R ain pelted the roof. Lightning illuminated the dark bedroom. Thunder lulled us off into a lazy calm. My legs were pretzeled in between Patrick's and the hair from my legs and his rubbed against each other. The sensation amazed me. I'd never been with anyone quite so furry, and I loved it.

My head rested on Patrick's enormous chest as my hand fondled his hefty balls.

"You keep that up, and we're going to have to go another round."

"Another? I'm the young pup here, and I'm pretty sure my sac is dried out."

"You're tasty. I liked it."

I glanced up to see Patrick beaming at me.

"This was easily the best sex I've ever had," I confessed.

"The best? That's a bold statement. Although I agree. I saw stars several times. My hole has never been fucked that hard, or that good, or that long. Nor have I ever swallowed so much of another man's come."

"You do like that, don't you? You're kind of orally fixated."

"I know," Patrick said as he ruffled my hair. "We should get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to come soon enough, and we have more lessons to attack. And now I'm curious to see how or if our connection in the bedroom changes your abilities. Maybe all we needed was a good fuck."

"It's been months," I said.

"Ha! It's been years," Patrick confessed.

"Wait. What?" I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

"Yeah. Well, when you live this kind of life, stuck out in the woods, the opportunity doesn't get presented. And I'm rather particular. I don't let just anyone into my bed."

"So, if you haven't been with anyone in years, and I got myself tested a couple of months ago and haven't really been with anyone since… Then, we don't have to worry about the condoms."

"Fun fact about witches. You don't have to worry about catching anything. By-product of magic coursing through your veins, the energy irradicates any virus or bacteria it encounters."

"Seriously? No unwanted issues?"

"Nope. None."

"Oh. Well then, why have the condoms?" I started to tug Patrick's nuts, knowing how much he liked it. They were massive, low hangers, and it didn't take long before he was hard again.

"I keep them around for any potential non-magical partners. You know, ‘Always be prepared,'" Patrick said.

"That's the Boy Scout's slogan." I gave him a side glance as I alternated between stroking his engorged cock and gently pulling on his balls. He grinned, maniacally, so I snagged the top of his nut sac and pulled harder.

He moaned in delight.

I rolled my eyes, but as I ran my hand over his thick shaft, I felt needy again. "Can I?" I asked.

"Can you what?"

"Sit on it?"

"Again?"

"Oh, hells yes, but this time, raw." My eyebrows waggled.

Patrick chuckled. "By all means."

I sat up, straddled Daddy Patrick, and guided his cock toward my hole. I wasn't worried about the lube or being ready. My butt had already had a serious workout. What was one more ride?

As he slid into me, the marked difference between skin on skin and the protective sheath of the condom blew my mind.

Safety first. Always. But hey, I had just discovered that we were in the free and clear.

I took it slow. Our initial frantic lovemaking had ended hours ago. This time, I wanted to enjoy it all.

Patrick seemed to understand this, too, as his thrusts were gentle, methodical, and extra-long.

"Wait a second." Patrick asked, then went about rearranging us. He sat up in the bed, pulling pillows to prop up against his back so that I sat in his lap, his enormous meat buried inside me, but we faced each other. "This is nicer. I can kiss you and watch your facial expressions."

"You're a hopeless romantic."

"I am. Guilty as charged."

Running my hands over his chest—something I would never tire of doing—I leaned into him, and we kissed as I rose up his shaft and then down again. Our tongues danced with each other as both of us continued to explore each other's bodies.

At this point, nothing was new. We had licked everything, touched it all, and enjoyed it. But these actions were slower, more deliberate. I wanted to take it all in and memorize everything about this.

"I'm really going to miss this. You are incredible."

I pulled back.

"I mean, we're having fun for the night, but ‘miss this'? I'm not going anywhere. I want you to teach me. As far as I'm concerned, my body is yours for the taking whenever you want it—now that I know you do."

Patrick blushed, then turned beet red. He bit his bottom lip.

"Allan, please don't be mad at me. There's one other thing I should have told you before we jumped into bed. I'm sorry. I really keep fucking this up."

"What is the matter? After our night together? Pretty sure you have nothing to worry about. I can forgive just about anything. Especially since you sucked my dick clean after I pummeled your ass." I laughed.

But he didn't respond.

Instead, he pulled me off his dick, which had already started to soften.

"I am sorry, Allan. I really should have told you this first."

"You're married?"

He smiled, and a small rumbling chuckle escaped from deep within his chest. He made us sit together, face to face, held my hands, and started.

"You remember the island where we found you?"

"Yeah."

"You also remember I told you that it wasn't our land?"

"Yeah—you never did explain that."

"Right. Partly because it's yet another slice of the witch world that's gonna blow your mind. The island is the only portal around, where you can get to the Fae lands. In other words, that area has been set aside, because magically it is important, and another species of humanoid uses it to come and go from our world to theirs. They don't come often, but when they do, it usually results in chaos and havoc. We leave the island alone and let them have it."

"Like little gnomes and fairies?" I cast Patrick a look that said I was in on the joke, but I was making fun of the entire situation.

"It's serious, Allan. The Fae are nothing to be trifled with. They are, or they can be, quite scary. We respect them and leave them alone. In return, they go about their business and tend to ignore us humans—for the most part. But when you and your friends set up your campsite, and then the whole Brent situation happened, you sullied their protected land."

"I don't think I understand."

"Let me explain. We have a treaty with them, and it stipulates some rules. One of those rules says that humans will not cast magic on their land as it tends to send ripples into their world, being so close to the portal and all. You did one more than that. You slaughtered lives on their land through magic, essentially committing a sacrilege and tarnishing their turf."

"Oh, shit. I didn't mean to!"

"I know that. I do. But to make things right, the Fae demand payment. They tell us what they want. Compensation for breaking the rules."

"I'm gonna have to get a job, aren't I?"

"No, I'm afraid you have a job."

"What?"

"Allan, their demand is you. They want you."

"Ah, they can't have me," I said. The gnawing sensation I'd had the first night Shawn, Dylan, Brent, and I had stepped onto that island returned. A knowing…a foreboding sense of disaster. I hadn't heeded it then, but now I didn't have a choice.

"You know that's not how it works."

"So, you're just going to give me to them? Are they going to eat me?"

"No, they wouldn't do that. In all honesty, the only thing I know is that your magic is needed in their realm. That's all Sheq'wa-nay told me."

"Who is that?"

"The clansman elder for their area. I've met him several times. He's very stoic but was reasonable with this demand, considering what he could have requested. And believe me, not all the demands I've had to give them over the years have been reasonable."

"So, that's why you kept mentioning a month. Why all other fledglings get a year, but I was only ever going to get a month."

"Yes. I'm sorry. I should have told you this before."

I let go of his hands.

"Yeah, I think that would have been good."

"Please don't hate me. I'm terrible at peopling. I keep fucking this up, and I don't want to. I'm trying to do my best by you, and I keep failing. I didn't want to tell you about them yet because I knew the whole concept would be terrifying. There are consequences if we don't send you."

"Maybe those consequences would be just fine." I spat out.

"No. Unfortunately, Sheq'wa-nay suggested that they would capture and remove a large number of humans from this world and take them to the Fae realm if I didn't give them you."

"What? They can do that?"

"They've done it in the past."

I stared at him in disbelief, conjuring up preposterous images of masses of humans disappearing. "But what happens to those people?"

"We have no idea. I've never been to their side. But now that you and I have…well…connected, I will go in your place. If they'll let me."

"What?"

"I will go instead. You're too young, you're not trained, and I'm scared that if I let you go with them, you'll be forever altered. They did say it was only for a year. That means they intend on giving you back. But I have no idea what will happen to you over there."

I sat there, floored by what I had just heard.

"I don't know how I feel right now," I said. "Everything is kind of numb."

"How can I make it better? How can I make this up to you?" Patrick gripped my hands tighter.

"I don't know."

And I didn't. I didn't know anything other than the impending sense of doom that hovered above my head.

I had to take a walk. I needed to think.

And to be away from Patrick, at least for the moment.

Godsdamn it all.

Why had he chosen that particular moment to bring this up?

Why hadn't he told me about this until now?

Think, Allan, think. Be calm.

I stifled the desire to run toward the door, then out, and down the highway. My breaths were erratic, and my head spun with all kinds of emotions and scenarios, 99 percent of which were falsehoods, stupid ideas conjured up by the demons that lived in my head.

After slipping into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, I walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, through the kitchen, and out onto the back deck. It had, at least, stopped raining.

Pitch-black darkness was broken only by the silvery light of moonbeams highlighting surfaces in a steel grey, and illuminating the raindrops left over from the past storm. I popped my flip-flops on and made my way toward the beach.

Without any light, it was difficult to see, but I went slow. Once my feet hit sand, I stopped, let my eyes adjust to whatever light there was, and then listened to the quiet. The calm lapping of the lake's waves on the shoreline stilled my mind and all the wretched thoughts swimming in my imagination.

No clouds dotted the sky tonight, and this far from the town, or more so, removed from the light pollution the big cities produced, meant the stars put on a glitzy display—Las Vegas style, over-the-top and excessive. I could see satellites as they blinked their slow course around the orbit of the Earth and the Milky Way with its densely clustered star systems.

Why? Why couldn't my life just give me something good and leave it at that?

To be fair to Patrick, I knew why. And the longer I sat with myself, the more I understood his reasoning for not telling me anything. He was trying to protect me. But I'm a grown man, dammit; not like I needed protecting!

Huh, probably.

I wasn't sure if I was angry or hurt.

I wrapped my arms around myself and let that thought sink in for a moment while I pondered.

Exactly what was I feeling?

I wasn't angry. The fiery rage that stirred my lower guts into a fit wasn't there.

I wasn't exactly hurt either. Patrick hadn't done anything purposefully to cause harm, emotional or otherwise. So why the sudden need to escape? Had he lied?

No. If anything, he was too damn honest. He wanted to shield me from freaking out. Because if I focused on the fact I was going to be given over to something unknown I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my studies.

I knew that. Patrick knew that.

The Fae held my life in their hands. A race of beings I'd never met, people I had no knowledge about regarding language or customs, or where or how to find them.

And that made the whole situation terrifying.

Maybe that was it. I was scared. Scared of not knowing. Afraid I was going into a situation unprepared. Nervous about some kind of new species I'd never heard of or encountered. Terrified that once again, I would fail.

Patrick was only trying his best to get me studied up enough in the ways of the witch so that I could fend for myself.

But then there's a whole year away from…well, all this.

From Patrick.

I'd only just started to get comfortable around him, and then tonight happened—like my hottest fantasies come true—only to find out that I have to give it all up.

Life had just flipped me the bird with an adamant "Fuck you." And I wasn't having any of it.

I wanted more time with Patrick.

I needed him to teach me everything he knew.

The Fae could just go fuck themselves...

But that wasn't realistic either.

Come on, Allan, put your big boy pants on. What would Patrick do?

A cool night breeze ruffled my hair as the winds blew across the lake. The air held a slight chill to it, a foreshadowing of what was to come, and when I sniffed the currents, I could make out a hint of autumn. It wouldn't be long before standing on the shore in the middle of the night would be too cold to do in a T-shirt and flip-flops.

And then it came to me.

If I were Patrick, I'd research the hell out of this situation and figure out how to do my fucking best to survive and flourish so that I could return in one year and spend as much time as I possibly could with the Daddy Magician back in his cabin who would, hopefully, be waiting for me. Or find a loophole out of the situation.

"Buck up, Allan. You got work to do. We gotta make Daddy Patrick proud, and we have to figure out how to survive one year with these Fae or get out of this deal altogether. Come hell or high water, I'm petting that chest again."

With an action plan in place, I turned my back on the lake and headed toward the cabin.