“Kas, this is where you live when you’re not with us?” Julia asks, looking around my apartment in the packhouse in awe.
“Yep. This is it,” I smile asI take a couple of boxes out of her hands, “ What’s your home like when you aren’t at Mavri Magea apartment?”
“Well, it’s basically a bunker,” she frowns, “I can’t have a whole lot of flammable items. Just the necessities.” I give her a compassionate look, “Maybe soon, I can help you hone your ability. Get a better control over it?”
“I would love that, Kas,” she smiles before she steps back through the portal to get more containers of baked goods they have prepared using my recipes. I look at the clock on the wall, four thirty p.m.
“Alright, ladies, time to wrap it up. I’ll take it from here and I’ll see you all soon,” I clap my hands, giving everyone a hug before they climb back through the portal in my bedroom.
When the last of the Mavri Magea disappears into the white circular light, I wave my hand and recite the incantation to close it. I rush out to the kitchen, flick some flour onto my sundress before I unpause my BLACKPINK playlist and uncurl my
hand, releasing Diane and Tyree from their frozen positions and go back to icing the cookies in front of me, humming and dancing to the music. Diane drops her hands to her sides and looks around, “Oh, my. Did we really bake this much today, Kas?”
“Yeah, it can pile up really quick. What can I say? Time flies when you’re having fun, Diane,” I shrug with a smile, “Don’t worry, Bronx and I will deliver it all to pack members. We always find it’s a great way to connect with them. Especially if I go a little overboard and have enough baked goods to go around. Maybe he’ll agree to do it tomorrow even though we are supposed to stay in the apartment.”
“A little overboard?” Diane asks. She nods in disbelief as she realizes just how many containers are around the apartment. She was so pleased this morning when I asked her to order supplies from the kitchen so she and I could bake instead of me sleeping all day, taking it as a sign I was feeling better. Poor Diane didn’t know it was partially an act. I mean, 1am happy I got to spend the day with her, but baking all day was really just a vehicle for my plan to get started.
I vaguely hear the door and smell Bronx’s dark chocolate and coffee scent, but I’m so engrossed in the details of the cookie I’m decorating, I don’t even hear Diane say goodbye or Bronx come into the kitchen.
“Kas, did you freeze Diane and Tyree?” he sounds calm, but I know he must be mad. He has asked me not to use my abilities on pack members before unless it’s an emergency. I take advantage of his forgiving mood to tell him about my worries of needing more time and about letting Lex go for a run when my guards are all back on duty. He gives me a little pep talk about the time we have left in this lifetime and looks pleased I’m planning to shift to go for a run.
“So does all this mean you’re feeling better?” he asks with a smile when he pulls away from a comforting hug. I close my eyes when he smooths my hair away from my face. His hands feel so warm and gentle against my skin, I can’t help but lean my head into his hand and sigh.
“Better than I have in almost two weeks,” smile back. I let my hands wander under his shirt and around his waist, pulling him to close the gap between us.
I stand on the tops of his feet while he walks forward, pressing me between the counter and his body. I kiss his chest with sweet little kisses when leans forward to slide the cookies on the counter behind me away. He moves his hands under my ass and picks me up, setting me gently on the counter so we are closer to eye level. He kisses me gently on the lips before moving to my neck with soft little nibbles, sliding the straps of my sundress away and down to my collarbone, barely avoiding my
marking spot. Shivers go up my spine at the whisper light touch of his mouth against my skin, making me giggle.
He smirks as he lets me lift his shirt, exposing his hard tattooed chest and chiseled abs for me to admire. I toss the shirt on the floor and he continues where he left off, pulling my dress over my head and onto the floor with his shirt, kissing my collarbone down to my breasts while he caresses my midsection. I feel him grab my thighs and growl quietly, spreading my legs apart further so he can stand closer against me.
He slides his hands up my thighs slowly until he reaches the top hem of my panties and slips his fingers below. I gasp as I feel his palm press against my clit and his fingers move toward my core, slipping inside me in one smooth movement. He slides my panties off with the other hand, tossing them to the floor with my dress. I lean back on my hands and moan with a howl when he rocks his hand to pleasure me from the inside and out.
“Bronx, I…oh Goddess,” I groan and squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to let myself release so soon, but it feels so good all I can think of is wanting more. I feel my hand move on top of his, trying to press harder against my most sensitive spots, but I can’t concentrate enough to show him what I want. A whimper escapes me when he eases my hand away so he can have control.
My breath becomes heavier at the sensation building inside me and focus on taking his pants off. When I lean forward, using his arm as support, he keeps rocking his hand against my clit and working my core with his fingers, inching deeper with each movement. My breaths hitch when he finds my most sensitive spot and concentrates the movement of his hand in slow, rhythmic circles. I unbuckle his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and move my fingertips inside his boxers. He leans into me as massage his cock with one hand, feeling it grow larger and harder with each stroke, and pulling the boxers to the floor with the other hand.
“You’re so wet, Baby,” Bronx whispers into my neck right below my ear, “Cum for me. Cum on my hand. Put on a show for me.”
I feel him change the pace of his hand, rocking faster, ramping up the pleasure I feel against my clit and my core. The faster speed makes my breath turn heavier, responding to his movements. “It feels so good,” I moan as! let the sensation relax and excite me at the same time. I look into his eyes when I feel him getting harder in my hand. They flash black for when Saint tries to come to the surface. It makes me more excited knowing they both want to be with me. I tighten my grip on his cock slightly, adding more pressure to my strokes. Bronx groans heavily in my ear, showing me his approval without words.
The stimulation of him touching me and my hand stroking him brings me to the edge of control. My back arches as ! get closer to my climax from his hand. Bronx takes his other hand and supports my back, watching me through his eyelashes as the orgasam surges through me, making me shudder in ecstasy. Lex purrs in satisfaction at the wave of bliss.
“Oh, my little goddess, so beautiful when you let go,” Bronx murmurs when he feels my muscles relax. He pulls his hand out from between my legs and licks my juices from his hand. I wrap my legs around him, but he stops me and grabs me by the hips, turning me over so I’m bent over the countertop with my legs dangling off the ground. When his hard cock presses against me from behind, I feel myself gasp and my body involuntarily stiffens as a flashback of a memory comes to mind.
“We don’t have to,” he says apologetically and leans forward, nuzzling my cheek, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“No, go ahead. I want you,” I close my eyes and take a deep breath as takes his time when he enters me from behind.
He goes slow at first, sliding his cock almost all the way out of my core so the head is just barely in, then gradually slides deep inside in a steady rhythm. My muscles contract around him, making him groan and lean forward on top of me. I feel one of his muscular arms snake over my shoulder down the front of me, pulling my back against his warm chest and allowing him to play with one of my sensitive nipples. He rolls it between his fingertips turning it harder at his touch. The other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me off the counter until he is holding me up, rubbing my clit in soft slow circles that match the rhythm of him thrusting deeply into my core. All I can do is hold on to the counter and let him have complete control of my body. Both of us pant and moan with pleasure from the sensation of a new position for us.
“More,” I manage to whisper between gasps. The building pressure of another orgasam takes over as Bronx moves faster. I feel his cock getting harder with each thrust until he stops deep inside of me. He moans with a howl as he squeezes his arms around me tighter.
The familiar sensation of his cock twitching inside of me before releasing his hot seed fuels my desire for him.
The movement in my core triggers my climax, making me grip the counter tightly and how! in pleasure. I press my hips back and grind against him, making the orgasam last as long as possible.
When my muscles finally relax, he slides out of me and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me down and gets me a towel sol can clean up before he lays down next to me, pulling me close.
“Bronx?” I murmur while I stroke the scruff on his chin.
“Yeah, Baby?” He looks down at me with a smile.
“I don’t care how many lifetimes we have. I just hope each one has a moment like this. Where there is no question how much we love each other. Where we can just hold each other and be happy. That’s all I want,” I feel my voice crack, but I don’t let myself cry.
“We can only hope the Goddess blesses us with that type of life, Kas,” he kisses my forehead and holds me closer.
We wrap our bodies around each other and whisper sweet words of love until
Bronx falls asleep. I watch his peaceful slumber wondering how many more times I will get to see him this way in this lifetime.
