Crystal Jordan - Night Games

“Jack! Jack! ” Her back bowed, shoving her forward so that her pussy sealed tight to the base of his cock, taking all of him. Pleasure burst within her, and magic exploded out of her. Her sex clenched again and again, milking his shaft.

The sound he made was like a human volcano erupting, and he hammered into her sex. His hot fluids flooded her pussy, and the sharp ecstasy of his orgasm crashed through her mind, dragging her under yet again. Her pussy spasmed as she came hard, the pleasure endless. Magic and physicality merged, became one. Their desire was one need, their love was one feeling.

“I love you, Selina.” His voice was low, husky, and shook with emotion. He squeezed her so tight, her ribs compressed. He buried his face in the crook of her throat. “When I saw you in that hallway, I thought I’d lost you. Hell, you and Grim. There was so much fucking blood. Jesus.”

“I’m here.” She stroked his hair, his back, everywhere she could reach. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Don’t. Don’t ever leave me.” There it was, the deepest wish in his soul. The spell that connected them had sunk far deeper than she’d ever let it before, and she knew far more than his lust for her. She knew his utter need. Just the way she needed him. To never leave her, to always want her.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too.”

In the quiet afterward, she lay in his arms, her back to his front, and felt the stirring of magic within her. She pressed her hand to her belly. The tiny life inside her, just a bundle of cells, was emitting a small shimmer of her own magic.

A child. She could ask herself when this had happened, or even how this had happened, but she knew. The exact moment she’d opened herself up to the possibility of a child was when Jack had asked her if she wanted any, and the clear vision of her daughter had come to her. Apparently, she’d inadvertently shut down the magic potions that were supposed to keep her from getting knocked up. Wonder suffused her, which didn’t quite cancel out the shock she had yet recovered from. Over four hundred years old and she was going to be a mother for the first time.

This child’s life would be so very different from hers, she would make sure of it. This child would never be called a bastard. She would have parents who loved her and loved each other. This child would know she was wanted. The depth of feeling that shook Selina was both heady and terrifying.

It was another bond, when she’d spent so many years refusing to open herself to any of them. She’d been drifting since Bess died, disconnected from any other person. Grim had been a slim tether to the here and now, but as much as she loved the damn dog, he wasn’t the same as human contact.

But Jack.

Gods, Jack had been like a hand reaching into the darkness of her world, grabbing hold of her and refusing to let her drift away entirely. He was a connection she couldn’t escape, couldn’t deny, even when she had wanted to, even when she’d been ready to let go.

All those people and familiars spilling into the courthouse to be there for her wedding had shaken something deep inside her. The loneliness, the isolation. She’d been alone for so long, just her and Grim, that she’d stood there stunned for a moment, just staring around at the joyous noise and chaos. Her familiar had sat in the middle of it all, a kitten pouncing on his tail and one of the most powerful witches in the world stroking his ears. He’d looked about as dumbfounded as she’d felt.

But it wasn’t bad. She might even learn to get used to it. The mattress dipped as Jack shifted in bed, returning her to the present. He squeezed her to him, brushing a kiss over the back of her shoulder. His hand moved down to settle over hers, covering where their child grew within her.

Yeah. She could definitely get used to this.