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Blake King

I lounged on the bed in just my underwear. We still had about an hour before we had to be at the Magic Box for Damien’s birthday party, which meant I had some time to scroll through my phone. Colorful light spilled in from the two stained glass windows in Xavier’s bedroom. They each depicted a scene of a different dragon, one poised on a rocky outcropping above the ocean and the other dragon flying above a bright green field. The light bounced off the stone walls, making the rich sheets shimmer with color. I’d been living with them for a little over seven months now and I could never imagine growing tired of the Blackthorne castle.

The White House had nothing on this.

The shower turned off. Xavier must be wrapping up. I continued to scroll for a bit longer, stopping on a particularly funny video of a fae getting pranked by her boyfriend. Xavier opened the bathroom door and saw me chuckling to myself.

“Another prank video?” he asked, towel hanging loosely around his waist. Water droplets clung to his skin, dripping down his six pack.

I dropped my phone on the bed. “They always get me,” I said. Residual chuckles escaped before they were simmered away by the scorching hot flames that licked through my chest. Seeing Xavier half-naked always got my blood drumming. I swallowed, my hand going over the already growing bulge in my tightening pink briefs. Xavier’s eyes followed. He licked his lips and leaned back against the ornate dresser. An ornate tapestry hung behind him. It was a piece of magnificent art and yet my eyes couldn’t settle anywhere else other than Xavier’s strong, firm body.

“I thought you were ready,” Xavier said.

“I decided to procrastinate.”

“Want to procrastinate a little longer?”

“Yes, please,” I said, rubbing my already stiff cock.

Xavier dropped his towel with a hungry growl. He came over to the bed, his thick cock swelling between his legs as he crawled to me. I pulled off my briefs and tossed them to the floor. Xavier’s moist body encased me as he looked down into my eyes, a devilish grin creasing his face. I reached up and cupped his cheek. He rut his hips down, rubbing himself on me, slow and sensual.

My toes curled. I leaned up and sealed my lips against his. My fingers threaded through his curly wet hair.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said against my lips. His hand glided down my side, slipping underneath me and squeezing my ass. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

His words only tossed gasoline onto the flames. They roared to life inside me. I kicked a leg out and leaned into his side, rolling him onto his back so that I straddled him now.

“Mmm, someone’s feeling dominant today.”

I smiled down at him, grinding on his lap. “I am,” I said. I’d come a long way from the night Xavier had taken my virginity. Granted, I’d had quite a lot of practice since. It was easy between us. All of my previous hang-ups and worries disappeared the second we became one. I had complete trust in Xavier and that allowed me to explore sides of myself I hadn’t been entirely comfortable with before him.

It also allowed me to figure out that I was pretty versatile in the bedroom. I stopped grinding on him and instead slid back, sitting between his thick thighs. I grabbed his hard cock in my hand and slowly stroked, admiring the bead of pre-cum pooling at his tip. I rubbed it with my thumb, lifting it and watching the clear string snap. I did it again and brought my thumb to my lips, tasting him. He put his hands behind his head and watched, pleasure displayed on his chiseled face. He was freshly shaven so I could see every twitch, every movement that my touch caused him.

I loved it.

I pushed my dick down between his ass. He smiled and lifted, giving me more access. “I want to fuck you,” I said. I teased his hole with the head of my dick, rubbing him up and down. Jolts of electricity coursed through me. As much as I loved having Xavier inside me, I loved being the one inside him. Two entirely different sensations that blew my mind each and every time.

“Good, because I want you to fuck me, too.”

He reached over and pulled open the nightstand drawer. He took out a bottle of lube and squirt some in the palm of his hand. He reached between his legs and stroked my cock, spreading the lube on me before he pressed two fingers against his hole. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he pushed in. I watched his fingers disappear. My dick throbbed in the air.

He pulled his fingers out and opened his legs further. I picked them up and put them on my shoulders. They were heavy but the weight was nice. His feet were practically the size of my head. I kissed his ankle and rubbed his calves as I lined myself up with his entrance.

Compared to him, my dick wasn’t as big, but that didn’t mean I took care pushing inside. I went slow at first, letting him adjust. He bit his bottom lip as his heat wrapped around the head of my dick. It was slick like velvet and completely consumed me. My eyes rolled back at how tight he felt.

“How’s that feel?” I asked, nearly half-way inside him.

“Like you need to go harder,” he said with a slight urging in his tone.

I wasn’t one to hold back. I gave a single thrust and buried myself deep in his ass. His eyes opened wide, his lips curling into a bliss-filled grin. I held myself there, completely engulfed in the fiery hot heat of his body.

“God you feel so good,” I said, letting go of his leg and rubbing his firm stomach. He gripped his hard cock in a loose fist and made his hole clench and release around me. I nearly came right then and there but somehow managed to hold back .

I started to thrust, in and out, finding a rhythm that had us both grunting loud. Skin slapped skin, his muscular chest flushing pink. I leaned down and kissed him as I continued to fuck him. My balls tightened. Each thrust made me feel closer and closer to the edge. I could tell by the way Xavier’s strokes quickened that he was close too.

“Where do you want me to come?” I asked him, stars beginning to creep into my vision.

“Inside me. Fill me up.”

“Oh fuuuck,” I said. His words were enough to push me over the edge. My eyes snapped shut as I gave one last, deep thrust and emptied my balls inside of him. My entire body twitched and tightened as my release washed over me. I opened my eyes in time to watch Xavier blow his load all over his abs and chest, his hole clenching around me with every shot.

My entire body relaxed as the release finished. I slowly pulled out of him and dropped to the bed. We both worked to catch our breaths, my cock still hard and leaking. I couldn’t get enough of this man and felt beyond lucky he was all mine.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t stay in bed today.

“That was incredible,” Xavier said, sliding an arm underneath me. I cuddled into him. “I’m ready for the hatchday party now,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ll have your load inside me the entire time.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” I kissed him, my heart feeling like it had been swapped out with a family of fluttering butterflies. “I love you, X.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Xavier Blackthorne

The Magic Box had been transformed into a balloon and streamer filled party zone. The tables selling crystals and wands were pushed to the side, next to the glass displays of rare herbs and figurines. Claire had enchanted a ‘happy hatchday’ sign to float above the long table set in the center of the store where the entire Blackthorne family say. Even dad had made it. He’d come back home after months of being away, giving us all a tearful apology about how badly he messed up by being so distant and how he was running from mom’s death. It took time to accept it, but his actions since being back had proven that he really did want to stick around this time.

It felt good, having us all here to celebrate Damien’s hatchday. He sat at the head of the table, Robby to his right, their hands held loosely on the table.

“Hey, Warr, don’t you head off to the academy soon?” Dawn asked. She sat across from us, her hair shining under the sunlight that filled the shop. We were originally going to host the party in the castle but Claire had suggested a party on the beach afterward and figured since her shop was across the street from it that she’d offer.

“I am,” Warrick answered. He nudged his glasses higher up his nose. I was so damn proud of my little brother, having gotten accepted into Wynwood Academy without so much as breaking a sweat. He had inspired me. And with a push from Blake, I had decided to study for my LSATs again. It was going much smoother than last time, no doubt helped by the practice questions and theories Blake would randomly lob at me throughout the day.

“Are you packed and ready?” Claire asked.

“Nope, not at all,” he answered with a chuckle.

Madds laughed, his arm thrown around the back of Caleb’s chair. “Warrick always waits until the last minute for everything.”

Warr shrugged. “It’s a curse.”

“Well I’ve got a few curse breakers I can sell you for a discount,” Claire replied with a wink.

“I might need one of those actually,” Blake said. He sat next to me, his hand resting on my thigh. He looked extra sharp, having gotten a haircut yesterday along with a new dark blue button-up and crisp new jeans. His sleeves were rolled and the first three buttons were undone, showing off the thin gold necklace I had bought him recently. I found myself wanting to spoil him rotten and that’s exactly what I intended to do. “I accidentally walked under a ladder today. I’m sure I’ve got bad luck coming.”

“You’ll be fine,” Claire said. “It’s only breaking a mirror that really causes any kind of bad luck.”

“Good to know,” Blake said.

All the attention turned to Robby as he cleared his throat and lifted his glass of champagne. “Hi everyone, thanks for being here today as we celebrate a very special person’s hatchday.” His eyes turned to his man, light beaming from his smile. “We’ve all been through, um, quite a lot as a family and I’m glad we’ve come out of it unscathed.”

What an understatement that was.

“We’ve saved lives, beat back evil, and we’ve all found partners we can trust with our hearts. Hell, even the Chaos King has been subdued since we beat the Time Turners. Everything is as it should be, and it just makes me so happy that we can celebrate today without any kind of danger or threats looming over us. To peace and to family and to Damien,” Robby said, lifting his glass for a cheers. We all matched him, my heart filling with an indescribable warmth.

“Happy hatchday, baby. Now, I think it’s time for you to cut the cake.”

“Thank you, I love you,” Damien said, leaning in for a kiss. He picked up the knife and sliced into the three tiered cake that sat in front of him. It was vanilla with a strawberry center that was already making my mouth water.

Except Damien paused. His eyebrows inched together. “That’s weird.” He pulled the knife out and set it out. “There’s something in here.”

Robby stood up. He looked a little nervous. I cocked my head. The room fell silent. That’s when he reached into the cake and pulled out a small, strawberry cream covered box. Dawn swallowed a tiny gasp. Blake’s hand tensed around my thigh.

“And I’m hoping there’s one more reason to celebrate today,” Robby said. He dropped to one knee and opened the box, a bright gold ring glittering inside of it. “From the day I met you in this very shop, I knew you’d be the one for me. It was something that was as sure as the sun rising every morning and setting every night. Through our time together, that feeling only cemented, each and every day. I fell more and more in love with you, and I still do. I want to keep falling in love with you until the end of time. So, Damien Blackthorne, will you marry me?”

There was only a second of silence as Damien processed it before his face broke into a massive smile. “Of course, Robby. Yes. Absolutely, yes.”

The room broke out into claps and cheers as Robby slipped the ring on Damien’s finger and was pulled up by Damien, their lips locking in a kiss that sealed the deal.

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