“I’ve got you.” Meghna’s voice whispers from every corner, as if the fog itself—Oh. She chuckles, her elemental form cradling Seraphine and me, gently guiding us from the apartment and out into the night sky.
Outside, the brisk air pricks goosebumps over my skin, piquing my nipples with desire and the chill. The moon on Seraphine is holy radiance, her dark eyes and sharp cheekbones glittering like the stars around us.
“Relax,ma belle.” Seraphine’s voice has a commanding edge but not like before. There is something wistful in it this time. “You have worked hard for so long. Let us take care of you, now.”
I let my body trust the firm press of her hand on my chest, guiding me into a relaxed horizontal position—impossible but for the surprisingly supportive cushion of fog beneath me. Incorporeal hands form from the mist, pressing against my back with slow, soothing strokes, and from just above my head, I hear Meghna again.
“I won’t let you go.” I relax into her touch, filling my eyes with the sky around us—the brilliant moon and its wondrous touch. Everything I thought I knew was wrong. So, so wrong.
Seraphine straddles me, wings stretched to their full glorious length, trembling with anticipation as she marks a hot trail down my body with her lips and fangs. When she reaches my cunt, I reach for the tips of her wings, stroking the downy skin with one curious finger.
My gargoyle moans against my opening, her hot breath twisting my need tighter. “Don’t stop,” she breathes. I barelyreach for her other wing before she is on me, working my clit with her tongue, one arm banded over my hips as I buck against her face, the other sliding those beautiful, perfect, sensational fingers inside. This time, she doesn’t wait, sliding three fingers inside my ready, slick cunt and quirking them in a come-hither motion.
I thrash against her, gripping and stroking her wings, hungrily watching the impressive shape of her moving against me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Behind me, Meghna’s cooling touch sends shivers through me, her comfort in stark contrast to Seraphine’s punishing heat. It’s not enough. It’s almost too much.
“Please,” I gasp out. “Let me touch you.” Seraphine doesn’t stop her greedy touch inside of me, slamming another finger to join the first three, stretching against that perfect place that sparks white heat in the corner of my eyes. But I’m not done, even if she thinks she’s finishing me.
This time, the gargoyle responds to my demanding hands, following their insistent press and flipping us mid-air against Meghna’s careful support and cover. I straddle Seraphine, her fingers still inside me, and drop my mouth to her breasts, sucking and licking at the pebbled nipples I’d hungered for earlier. She gives me a low growl of encouragement, and I successfully distract her long enough to release her hand from in my cunt, ducking to her opening before she can stop me. I feast there, swirling my tongue around her clit as she did for me before thrusting it inside her clenching pussy. Seraphine cries out, gasping and moaning, wings flexing beneath me. She tastes like she smells, like sex and a fresh spring garden when the dirt has been turned for the season, like the promise of something new that will grow strong and healthy with the right touch.
“Meghna,” she gasps. And before I can hurt at the name on her lips, I feel the push of the elemental’s cooling touch betweenmy legs, over my stomach, around my neck. It’s as if a many-handed lover is working me from behind as I continue to lick and suck on Seraphine.
“Oh god,” I gasp as Meghna’s misty hands swirl and flick my nipples, heat and lightning in my core threatening to rip free too fast. I want this to last. I need it to last.
“Almost,” Meghna whispers.
“Let go,ma belle,” Seraphine growls. “Come with me.”
The sentient fog thrusts inside of me, filling me to my limit even as I slam my mouth down on Seraphine’s clit, stroking what I can reach of her wings. For a brief but beautiful moment, we are a blissful, screaming heap of lovers, thrusting and sucking and gripping each other through our mutual release. My orgasm slams through me like a storm on a dinghy, swallowing me whole and hauling me under into brief, blissful darkness.
When I come to, I’m collapsed over Seraphine, her chest rising peacefully in sleep. One arm is wrapped tightly around my waist, the top of her chin planted on my head. We’re in a luxurious bedroom that I groggily recognize as the master suite of the penthouse I’d meant to show her and Meghna.
“Meghna.” I start to sit up but Seraphine stops me, dragging me back under the duvet with her. She’s warm and soft with me now, tucking me in the crook of her arm and shoulder.
“Got hers,ma belle. Do not worry.” Seraphine’s voice is thick with sleep.
“We have to—” She presses a finger to my lips.
“Sleep. No one will bother us. We bought the building yesterday. A surprise for you.” My gargoyle runs soothing fingers through my hair. I let her touch lull me back to slumber.
Somewhere, in another room, another place, another lifetime, I hear my phone ringing. For the first time in my life, my last thought before drifting to sleep is one I’ve never hadbefore—a fitting new path for this strange, wonderous new life I’ve found.
Work can wait.
About the Author
Kel Bruem is a Bay Area-based indie monster romance author. Her Unusualities series is a lusty monster romance complete trilogy with a vampire tie-in. She is also an editor for the annual monster romance anthology TAILS, TRYSTS, AND TENTACLES. When she's not writing, Kel trains her pit bull to be less stupid, explores new restaurants with her husband, and catches flights to her Sagittarian heart's content. You can find her online everywhere @kelbruem and sign up for her newsletter (subscribepage.io/bobXbL) for exclusive sneak peeks.
Love is Spell
E.J. Powell
Blurb
Max and Dakota are from two separate worlds.
One a vampire, and the other is possibly human. Maybe more.
But what happens when love binds them together, and magic tears them apart?