19. Gabe

19

GABE

The moment I decided to embrace my nephilim-self, the magic book worked again. It’s been two days of me pouring over the book, asking it questions for hours until Van pulls me to bed.

You Know All There Is To Know.

“That’s impossible!”

You Know All I Know.

I plop down on the couch. “But there’s still so much to ask you.”

Ah, One Thing We Did Not Go Over.

“Yes?” I lean closer and squint, trying to figure out what it’s kept from me.

Are You A Healer Or Destroyer?

My stomach twists. “Dunno. I’m sure I have the potential for both, but?—”

That’s The Only Correct Answer. Use Your Knowledge Wisely. And Don’t Be Afraid To Fly.

The page fades and I frown. Flying terrifies me as much as it thrills me.

“Gabe? What’s wrong?” Van poofs into the living room after a summons from Poe. We’d discussed at length that he didn’t want to be set free like Pike or Warwick. With Poe’s blessing he wants to be the next crossroads king. When he’s ready.

“Nothing. Apparently I’ve devoured all the knowledge on nephilim’s the book has to offer. How did your meeting with Poe go?”

“Amazing. We’ve cleared up everything. Wick’s off the hook for my fuck ups and he’s been given a year free from deals to make up for the last year. I’ll do double deals as much as possible. But Poe says I truly have the potential to be the next king. In a few centuries.”

“I’m so happy for you. And I have a special treat. Since you finally talked to Poe.”

“What would that be, angel?” He saunters over and I push to my feet.

“Fuck me, please?” I bat my lashes and bend over the couch arm. “I’m all ready for you.” I wiggle my ass and pull the lube bottle from my pocket.

He’s practically drooling when he gets to me and yanks my pants down my legs. “Fuck.” He taps the buttplug a few times, making me moan.

“Wore it all day. I didn’t want you to have to wait.”

“Our lessons really have done you good.”

I wiggle, rubbing my cock on the couch arm. If I were smart, I would have put down a towel, but I’m too feral for it.

“I need you, please, Van. Don’t hold back. We’ve been practicing. I can take it.” I want him.

His nose is in my crack before my next breath. Then he pulls the plug from my hole. I made sure to use a bunch of lube and some of it drains from me while he pushes it back in with his finger.

“MMmmmm. Cock. Please.” I wiggle around again.

Instead of doing as I asked, he flips me to sit on the couch arm and face him. “I wanna see that pretty face when you moan out my name.” He tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to the bedroom, where he plops me onto my bottom.

Instead of giving me what I asked for, he drops to his knees and worships my cock with his tongue as he fingers my hole. My hands thread into his hair as I writhe beneath him.

“Your tongue is magic. So fucking magic,” I say.

“My cock is even better.” He presses his tail to my mouth and I suck as he stands.

My heart pounds as he lines up with my hole. His hands grip my hips as he thrusts. My eyes roll back and my mouth drops open, forgetting his tail.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chant with each thrust. He hits my prostate every damn time. He’s so big, much bigger than his tail, but I’m glad I prepared for this. Glad we trained my ass for this. “I’m… I’m not… Not an exclusive top. Too good. Fuck.”

“I know, angel.”

“Verse. So verse.”

“Mmmm, good to hear.” Van thrusts over and over, pounding into me so hard I move across the bed. I hold the other side of the mattress as he seems to chase me. His knees on the bed, bunching the blankets.

“Gonna come,” I gasp at the same time my cock spurts. Ropes shoot across my chest and Van growls, and he leans down to lick me clean. “Come in my ass, Van.” I’ve never let anyone do that before, but I want Van to.

“Mmmm, I’ll do ya one better.” He grips my hips tighter and thrusts as he shouts. As soon as he gains his breath, he pulls out and pushes my thighs to my chest. “Now, to clean you up.” His tongue darts to my ass and I squirm along the bed wanting more, though I’m already so damn sensitive. He doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied and he plops down next to me, panting. “That was such a good surprise.”

“I thought you’d enjoy it.” I climb into his lap.

“I enjoy everything. You’re the light of my life as cliche as fuck as that is. Without you, I wouldn’t have learned my lesson. I would have perished.”

I drop kisses all over his face and trace over the faint scar where the countdown device used to be. “You would have learned. You just didn’t think you were worthy of love, so you acted out. But, Van, you are loved. Not just by me and Wick. You have friends that love you. Poe loves you.”

He snorts at that.

“Truly. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have kept trying to help you.” I kiss him again. “It’s okay to be a bit selfish, and no one expects you to be perfect. But talk to people when you need to straighten things out instead of letting things?—”

“Go to shit.”

“Exactly.” I nuzzle into him. “You’re doing great, Van. Don’t try to live life too fast. We have all eternity to make mistakes.”