"What did you do to me?” He jammed the button on the rabbit and it stopped for a second.
I broke out into a sweat.
I don't know how I knew what I had done. I just did it. The instinct was as familiar as anything. "I wiped a memory from you," I said. "Or maybe quite a few memories."
He swallowed. "Of Shaw."
"It's gone, isn't it?" I said, hoping my instinct was right. "The things he did? You know who he is, but the feeling is gone. The violations. Your mind knows you need to kill him, but your skin..."
"Is free of him." He traced his fingers down the back of his opposite hand, like he was feeling for vanished scars. "Free of him," he repeated, almost inaudibly. Then, in a normal tone, or almost an angry one, "Was it Ian who told you exactly what he did?"
"No!" I said. "But I saw enough from your encounter at the hotel with Shaw, and I can make guesses! I know what can happen to any of us in the worst hands. I stole Waylon's memories when I didn't want him to remember me, but it seems that I can also...be useful."
"I see...and Waylon was on to something. Your powers flowed once I turned you to putty..."
"Well, I'm sure I could have gotten there on my own!"
"I don't know." He raised his eyebrows. "Why the hell do you have consorts written in prophecy if we're not here to unlock your secrets?"
He took my hand and lifted it to his chest, holding it to his heart long enough that I felt it beat. I understood.
He knew what Shaw had done, but he would never again be tormented by those memories when he was trying to get close to me.
He leaned over me, brushing noses, and then kissed me--quite aggressively.
I lifted my hands to his back and caressed him and he didn't flinch. He let me pull off his shirt and cast it aside. His tattoos covered his entire arms, and they were really impressive, some of the most vivid ink I'd seen, while his chest was unadorned, hard smooth planes of muscle.
"Mm..." He kissed me again and hand flicked the vibrator back on. Over and over I moaned into his mouth as I came so hard. I felt like my body was exploding, my core pulsing so hard it was like my heart was in my pussy.
"I can't take five orgasms before you fuck me," I panted, clutching him.
"I made a promise," he said.
"I'll die. I'm not sure I can take anymore."
"You can take a lot more. Trust me. I'll work you up to it. But...we could reach a compromise. One more, then I fuck you, and you come first. Technically, the deal was just that you have five orgasms before I take any pleasure for myself. Don't tell me you don't have the stamina for this." He started scratching my head slowly, around my ears.
"Somebody's dated cats before," I muttered, leaning in to his fingernails. Then he picked up a brush and started brushing my hair. Then he got a warm washcloth and stroke-wiped my sweat off me.
Okay, I was dead. He knew how to get my inner cat all relaxed. And as soon as I'd melted into that, he opened my legs and groomed the last spot with his own tongue, and yep...I came again.
"You have almost survived," he said, slinking out of his jeans. "Almost."
"Wait...let me. I want to touch this so bad." I stopped his hand and traced the incredibly sexy lines of his body that were etched into him like a statue, delineating his hips and pointing down. I slowly pulled his waistband down, letting that line lead me slowly to his cock. It was the most gratifying feeling in the world that he let me do it. I could touch him now.
And needless to say, his cock was ready to go, after watching me for a while. Despite all the intensity I had already endured, I still wanted him, needed him, as much as I'd ever wanted anyone.
"You must be tender," he said. "But I want to be rough."
"Not too rough," I said. "But not too tender, either."
He drew me to his lap and I was a little surprised that he pulled me to straddle him, face to face, where my hands could so easily access his body and savor the feel of his muscles. I pulled off my gloves.
It was a good pose for how sensitive I was. I had a decent amount of control; I wasn't pinned under him, but once I straddled my legs around his waist and settled onto his cock, he could put firm hands on my buttocks and flex deep, in and out. He was slow, but oh yes, he went deep.
And his mouth met mine just as deeply. Tears sprung to my eyes.
"Are you crying?" He sounded gruff.
"I never cry!" I protested. "But...my magic did something really good. I thought all I could do was destroy people, and tonight I find out I can also take a bad memory away. In fact, those memories are dust now just like the Hunters I killed. When I took them from you, I saw your memory, but now I've lost it too. I won’t remember it either.” I knew it was shameful to him and he wouldn’t want to think of me thinking of that, but it was fading quickly into more of a cold fact than a vivid memory.
“Is it really,” he said, with a little sniff of disdain, like he didn’t like talking about it either.
"I swear it."
"This is the first true peace I've felt," he said, relaxing a little more once again.
"Ever?"
"Far as I know. And now it feels so good to fuck you. So deep. I don't need to go too fast. Just deep..."
"Ahhh..." I clutched him tight as he did go deep, his skin shivering a little as I kept running my hands over it, like he had never felt anything like it. I had my fifth orgasm, and it rolled over me slowly. Once I started to come, he started to come, like he was just waiting for my command.
I collapsed onto the bed like I would never move again, but I felt complete.
Three consorts.
Somehow, it felt just right.
Chapter Eighteen
Frankie
"So, last night, Florian kept his promise, judging by your screams," Waylon said, looking peak smug the next morning when I came downstairs for breakfast. Waylon had completely taken over breakfast and his pancakes weren’t bad either although the shapes were always weird.
"So you were just sitting there counting? Get a life."
"Is that any way to thank me after I got you five orgasms?"
"You didn't 'get' me anything."
"You think that would have happened without me laying down the law?"
Man, I really hated to tell him that he was right about the whole thing being exactly what Flor and I needed. "Five orgasms was excessive," I said.
"Yeah, it really sounded like it."
"You were really just listening?"
"My bedroom is next door, and you know it."
I spotted a thin rubber band on the counter and grabbed it. "Into the pantry," I told him. "I'll give you a quickie so you'll shut up."
"Now we're talking..." His grin was so sly that it melted me on the spot, but I still had to retaliate.
I pulled him into the pantry, shut the door behind us, and unfastened his pants. I grabbed the bottle of olive oil off the pantry shelf and slicked my hand, then started pumping his cock at a good steady speed.
"I thought I was going to get your mouth," he said, although he sure sounded like he was enjoying it.