6
C illian couldn’t believe she asked him. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to their bedroom. His blood was rushing through his veins with anticipation. With a snap of his fingers, they were naked, both them. He could feel her tremble in his arms, hear her heart racing.
“Are you sure you want this, Cali?” Cillian asked. “Please, ask me again.”
“I want you to take my virginity, Cillian.” She kissed him tenderly. “Just be kind to me.”
“Of course, pet. Always.” He set her on the bed and went down on her again, to make her wet and ready for him. He licked her, to make her ready for him. As much as his burning lust wanted to just bury his cock inside of her tight, warm sheath, he didn’t want to hurt her.
He wanted this to last.
Besides, he liked the sweet taste of her. She began to arch her hips and he gripped them, controlling her movements because he didn’t want her to come just yet. He wanted her to come around his cock.
“Cillian, oh God.”
“Wait,” he growled possessively. He spread her legs wide, placing the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. His body tense because she was so soft and wet. It was hard for him to hold back knowing he was so close to bliss.
“Please,” she begged.
“This will hurt,” Cillian warned. “It will get better. I promise you that, pet.”
“I’m okay. Please.”
He eased himself in, sinking deep into her. She was wrapped around him like a glove. “You’re so tight.”
“Fuck,” she cried out, wincing slight, but he reached down and touched her, taking away her pain as he slid fully into her, until he was buried deep in her hot, wet cunt.
This must be what heaven felt like. It was like home. Cali couldn’t believe the feeling of him deep inside her. He was so big. It had hurt at first, but when he touched her, the pain instantly vanished and only pleasure remained. His thumb worked her clit as he began to thrust in and out. It felt amazing being possessed by him. Her orgasm building as Cillian fucked her.
“Cillian, I’m so close,” she moaned as he quickened his pace.
“Then come,” he panted. “Come for me.”
The orgasm took her, the bed began to shake, and blinding white light overtook her. Something in her mind snapped, and all these memories came back. Hundreds of lives, sprawled over time, playing out in rapid succession. The one constant was Cillian. He was always there, always crushed after every time she was taken from him. Then man she’d always loved.
Cillian came as her vision returned. He stilled as his hot seed filled her.
Tears stung her eyes as she looked up at him, knowing him for the first time, but not really. She’d known him all along.
“Cali? Did I hurt you?” He bent over her, a worried expression etched on her face.
“No,” she whispered, touching his face. “It’s you.”
“Yes.” He cocked his head, pulling her across his chest to hold her. “Do…do you remember?”
She nodded. “I do. All of it. You are the love of my life. My lifetimes.”
He smiled and kissed her possessively. “Yes. Welcome home, Cali.”
All night she talked with Cillian and then fell asleep in his arms. Cillian kissed her sweetly when she woke up. For the first time in her life, she really was wide awake, and still reeling with the knowledge of all the past lives that came flooding back the moment when they both climaxed. She knew him, completely. And she also saw her adoptive parents were always there too. Versions of themselves, dark souls that were always snatching her away from her biological parents. It was like some kind of sick twist of fate.
Including her last time in this world, when she died on the Titanic of all places.
No wonder she didn’t like boats.
“What’re you thinking about?” Cillian asked.
“I thought you could read minds?”
“You asked me not to, pet.”
She rolled over onto her side. “I was remembering all those times I died.”
He winced. “I tried to be there…but there were times I couldn’t.”
“I know. You were kept from me. I won’t leave you this time.”
“I know you won’t, but you still have that day of freedom. It’s a stipulation in the contract and you need to abide by it.”
“And if I don’t want to?” she asked, snuggling closer to him. “It’s safer here, in this realm with you.”
He chuckled. “I don’t know about safer.”
“How can I not be safe with you?”
“Have you forgotten that associating with me sometimes led to your death?”
“I remember now, but I never regretted that.” She kissed him slowly, feeling the need to be connected to him again. Now that she remembered who she was and the fact she was back with him, she never wanted to let this feeling go. “In all seriousness, what happens if I don’t take the one day of freedom from this realm?”
“It could null and void the contract. It’s built in there and it has to be followed,” Cillian responded. “If I had my way, then I would keep you here, but…”
“I get it.” She sighed. “It’s just like how I had to ask you to make love to me. Correct?”
He grinned. “Exactly.”
Cali lay back. “Then I suppose I have no choice but acquiesce to the stipulations of the contract I signed.”
“Indeed.” Cillian climbed out of bed and with a snap of his fingers, got dressed.
“Where are you off to?”
“I have business to attend to. Wraith things. You can relax here and if you need anything, give Honk a call.”
Cali chuckled softly. “You need to be nicer to Honk. I quite like them.”
Cillian rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. “I will try. Honk has been the more faithful of my…goblins. I do tolerate them as well, but if you like Honk, then Honk shall be yours.”
“I don’t get why he’s all black and scaly, though. His father was human and his mother a unicorn?”
“Unicorns are like all horses and come in a variety of shades. Besides, Honk died and I made do with what I could to save their life. I don’t think they mind.”
“I don’t think so either.” Cali lay back against the pillow. “Try not to be too long. I have a lot of questions.”
“Already nagging me.” Cillian snapped his fingers and he was gone.
Cali laughed to herself softly and then closed her eyes. Thinking about all the lives she lived before and what purpose they served, and also how mad she’d been taken countless times, made her tired, but now all the dreams made sense. The ones that had plagued her, her whole life, and now the mystery man from her dreams was Cillian all along.
Everything made sense.
The question was, why did the universe seem so intent on keeping them apart? Of stealing her from her biological parents, time and time again.
A cold breeze blew in through the room and she opened her eyes, sitting upright, pulling the satin sheet around her tighter. A dark presence, one she had felt before, was filling the room. Only it wasn’t Gootch and it wasn’t Death.
“Who’s there?” she asked, her voice shaking.
Vapor spilled in from outside and formed a figure in front of her. One of pale skin, hard features, eyes that were free of pupils, and silver hair. Something told her that this was Cillian’s mother, the banshee.
“I think you have figured that out for yourself haven’t you, Cali?”
“You’re his mother.”
She nodded in acknowledgment. “And you have regained your memory.”
“Yes.”
“I see.” His mother flitted across the room. “I don’t suppose you know what he might lose should the contract be broken? If you leave before the time is up.”
“Me.”
His mother snorted. “Not only you, but his realm. All his powers. That is what he sacrificed to save your soul from Gootch. All because you fancied yourself in love with your mortal husband.”
“I didn’t know who I was then,” Cali countered. “And I won’t leave Cillian. Not now.”
His mother scoffed in disbelief. “You and he aren’t meant to be. He’s immortal and you’re not.”
“That doesn’t matter. Time has proven you wrong, because I’m here. Again. He was able to travel through time and find me. It’s clear that nothing is going to stop that.”
The woman flew at her, her eyes flaming. “You will be separated again. I guarantee it. You will ruin it all for him and when your soul is gone, lost to time, because your time on this mortal plane is running out, he will die.”
And before Cali could respond further, his mother disappeared in a puff of smoke. All Cali could do was sit there, reeling at the news imparted on her. Was their love doomed? She didn’t want to believe that, but one thing she had learned was that history repeats itself, time and time again.