Page 115 of Healing Conviction
“Yes, Drake, rightthere.”
She moaned his name as her pussy strangled the life and cum out of his cock, milking him with her hot grip in every erratic thrust until it was too much to hold back.
“Fuuuuck.”
He pumped into her slowly until he was completely spent. She collapsed against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
That sense of possession he’d felt the first time he’d been inside her flared up again. He’d been a twisted motherfucker, telling her he wouldn’t stop despite not knowing whether she was on birth control. Then, it’d flashed across his mind that he could trap her into staying with him. He’d been horrified at the idea and would never act on it. But fuck, he’d be lying to himself if he said it hadn’t been tempting. Even now, the mere thought of getting her pregnant had his cock twitching back to life again.
All that could come later on, though. He wouldn’t have to trap his pixie to keep her. She already wanted to stay.
After a few moments of catching their breath, she huffed a delirious laugh against his pecs. “Whelp. They said ‘hi’.”
Confusion made him chuckle. “Who’s they?”
The combination of her just-fucked look and her still fluttering pussy made his cock twitch again, but her gorgeous, smiling green eyes stole his attention.
She spoke as she leaned up in his arms again. “I told you I’d beg to see God. Well, I didn’t just see one of them. I saw themall. Gods… goddesses… demigods… titans… the whole lot. Which makes sense, if you think about it.”
He barked a laugh and tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear, dancing his fingers along the shell before pressing his lips to hers again. This level of their relationship had just begun, but he already knew he’d never stop marveling over the way she freely kissed him back. When he broke away, he couldn’t keep the grin off of his face.
“Seeing all the gods makes sense, huh? How’s that?”
“‘Cause, handsome.” She kissed him again before giving him a genuine smile back. “You’re my all-or-nothing guy.”
EPILOGUE
“We’ve all had a week to recover. Draco, how’s Nora doing?” Hawk’s dark eyes focused on him over the screen. Devil stood behind their leader, while Jaybird, Snake, and Officer Henry Brown took up the remainder of the screen.
Draco’s teeth ground into his toothpick. He wasn’t comfortable allowing this outsider into their small team, but Hawk was vetting him to become a member, so Draco would have to get used to it. Instead of frowning at the new presence, he imagined his little pixie’s smile.
“She’s good. You wouldn’t even know she had multiple near-death experiences in the last week.”
A snort came from Snake’s quadrant on the screen. “Yup. Sounds like Nora. Always resilient.”
The assessment irked Draco, but not in a jealous way like it used to. Itdidsound like Nora, but only because in front of everyone else, she was impervious.
Ever since they’d gotten back, Draco sawher: the fervent checks for exits around the room, the waning smile when she’d been around people for too long, the way she jumped at the slightest noise. She wasn’t ‘good’. But she’d get there. And that was okay.
The first thing she’d done when they got home was make an appointment with an old therapist. The next had been to finally break down in Draco’s arms before they unpacked everything together. Literally and emotionally. With him, she didn’t have to hide behind her smile anymore.
“You ragtag team of misfits looking for me?” Nora’s lyrical voice sang down the hallway before she bounced into the living room. His heart stuttered, and he nearly choked on his toothpick as she waltzed toward the couch and plopped beside him.
She was dressed in her signature punky goth look, with purple accents and thigh-high black combat heels, but it was the rest of her that made his jaw drop. Her black, straight hair was now a brilliant, curly violet, with matching dyed eyebrows.
A vision flashed in his mind of him clutching her gorgeous hair in his grip, pulling her up to look into her eager eyes as she sucked his cock. She handed him his peppermint tea with a nervous look in her new, dark-purple irises. Her teeth worried over her rose gold snake bite stud and his cock twitched to life. She must’ve seen what she was looking for, because a mischievous gleam sparked in her eyes and she scooted closer, sidling right up to him on the cushion.
“I see you’ve started your meeting without me,again. Rude. Can’t a girl get ready without being rushed anymore?”
“Westarted on time andyou’recarrying coffee,” Snake argued, letting the implication hang. “And what are you drinking coffee so late for? It’s almost dinnertime.”
“It’s mostly sugar,” Draco answered and Nora winked at him before shrugging toward the TV screen with a huff.
“Starbies time doesn’t count, so subtract the time it took to go through the drive-through. If you do that, I’m early.” She took a sip before placing the cup on a coaster and reaching for a blanket to throw over them both.
“Brr, it’s freaking cold in here. I can’t wait for this place to be deemed ‘fortress’ enough for you guys so the feminine energy can return and the thermostat can be turned back up. It’s frigid.”
Draco hooked his arm over the back of the leather couch to give her more room to cuddle up to him. He traced the shell of her ear as she flushed up to his side, loving the way she shivered against him. But his movements stilled when her hand rested on his upper thigh. He narrowed his eyes at the top of her head, but she didn’t look at him.