The Seeker's Return, page 4
“I’m telling you to be whatever you want and embrace it,” he said. “Because whoever you choose to be, I will love you for it.”
I swallowed. I knew he meant each word he said. Rumple was not the sort of person to lie about something, especially something like this. I leaned forward. My stomach grazed the divider between seats but I barely noticed it. The only thing I cared about was connecting with Rumple, kissing him, needing to feel him. He was too far away even though he was sitting right next to me.
He didn’t pull away, didn’t bridge the gap. He waited, probably curious to see what I would do.
I hovered. I wanted to kiss him, I would, but there was something especially thrilling about lingering just before…
I inched forward until our lips finally touched. Everything inside of me released - everything. It was like I had lost sensation only to reclaim it, only to have found it again. One hand went to his face, his wrapped around my torso, pulling me closer to him. I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but I stretched out even further.
It didn’t take long before the kiss turned passionate. The position I was in offered little comfort, so I quickly crawled into Rumple’s lap. He moved the seat back, giving me room and time to adjust myself so I could straddle him. His hands gripped my face, keeping me in place. His other hand found my hip, holding me down so I could feel the effect I had on him, so I could feel just how badly he wanted me even though he knew what I had done.
He knew and I didn’t care.
I grinded my pelvis into him. I needed him to know that I felt him, that I could see how he felt about me, and I wanted him to know I felt the same way. I doubted he could feel how wet I was because I was wearing jeans, but maybe if I pushed into him a little harder…
He let out a low groan, filling up the small space of my car with my body. My pelvis throbbed. I loved making him moan.
I wanted to do it again.
My hands fumbled at his buttons, trying to undo them as quickly as I could. My fingers kept getting in the way.
I grunted, exasperated, and ripped the shirt through with the help of my magic.
Suddenly, I stopped. What was I doing? Who was I turning into? Where was this unbridled passion coming from?
“No,” he said, looking up at me. “Don’t do that. Don’t retreat.”
“I -”
“Let me see who you really are,” he murmured, kissing me under the chin. “Give me all of you. Don’t hold anything back.”
I locked eyes with him, fire and magic and ice burning through my veins.
He wanted all of me. And I was going to give it to him.
5
Stripping down in a car was not as sexy as I thought it would be. The rush of having sex in a public spot faded slightly as I had to shift in order to peel off my jeans and underwear. Rumple couple snap his fingers and be naked in a moment but I still didn’t have a handle on my magic and had to resort to doing things the way I had always done them.
When I was finally naked, I crawled back on top of him and positioned myself over him. The position of straddling him was uncomfortable until he used the recliner in the chair and shifted it as far as it would go. My knees didn’t feel as tight once I was able to shift around a bit.
His hands found my waist and he slowly eased me onto his erect cock. It was more difficult than I anticipated due to positioning, but because of the passion and then the stoppage to remove clothing and get comfortable, I wasn’t as ready as I expected to be.
In truth, I had too much on my mind.
“Are you all right, darling?” Rumple asked, sitting up slightly. He released his hold on my hip to cup my cheek and stared up at me with his beautiful dark eyes.
I remained still, impaled on his hardness but not quite used to his size.
“I just…” I looked away, out the window. It was embarrassing for me to admit. My nose scrunched up and I shifted. Rumple let out a garbled moan, causing my breath to vanish and my eyes to snap back into his.
How could he...feel such things, given the fact that we were cramped up in this way?
I moved again, just to gauge his reaction. This time, he hissed, dropping his hand from my cheek so it trailed down past my jaw, down the column of my throat, over my collarbone, between my breasts until it rested on my stomach and shifted over to my hip. Goosebumps stood in its wake, and I was forced to confront the fact that Rumple had this magic to make me feel pleasure, to make me want to give it, even when my thoughts were elsewhere.
“Tell me,” he instructed softly, eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t wish to distract you. I can stay this way as long as you need me to.”
I knew he would too.
“You’d do anything for me,” I whispered. It was a statement, too. A fact. I brought my fingers up to trace his lips, awed by why he would love me the way he did.
“Yes,” he breathed out before capturing a finger between his lips and sucking it into his mouth.
The feel of his lips around my finger caused a tiny little lightning bolt to shoot straight for my pelvis. I squeezed my pelvic walls in return, and he groaned. The fact that he could feel the gesture in the first place was enough to make me pulsate.
“I just...I don’t know what to do with myself,” I murmured. “I don’t know who or what I am. And it’s causing me to be distracted, I guess.”
“Alice, darling, you’re the same person you were yesterday, before you found this out about yourself,” he said. “You’re the same person you were before what happened to Geoffrey Hunter. All of that doesn’t change who you are.” He paused. “You’re the same woman who has a hold of my heart, who brings me to my knees. You’re the same woman who makes me weak and gives me strength. I love you, Alice. I love you, and I want you to know that regardless of what’s happened and your parentage and all the nonsensical details that pertain to your history, the only person who can decide who you are is you. And whomever that is, I love you.”
I swallowed. My vision turned blurry and I tried to take in a breath, tried to get a handle on my rapidly beating heart. I had no idea how Rumple knew exactly what to say to get me to ease into this, to clear my mind and focus on the moment, on him, but he did. It must be that silver tongue of his.
I rolled my hips again, feeling his hardness inside of me, stretching me, pushing as deep as he could go inside of me. I clutched his shoulders for stability as I tried to pick up my pace. My Nissan wasn’t exactly the most spacious, and I needed to spread my thighs further in order to get him to hit that spot deep inside of me, my own fingers couldn’t even reach.
He placed one hand on my back, helping me arch it back, and I rolled my hips again and again until the tip of his cock hit exactly where I needed it to. My eyes closed and his other hand grabbed my breast, caressing my nipple until it marbled into his palm.
He had such power over me that one simple caress was enough to elicit more slickness between my thighs, lightning shocks against my skin. It was like he was made to touch me. I didn’t think his touch could affect anyone the way it affected me.
I growled at the thought that he touched anyone else. My grip on his shoulders tightened. I clenched my teeth together. I knew he had. God, I wasn’t an idiot. He had experience - way more experience than I could ever possess. And I was okay with that. I respected that. I accepted it as part of who he was.
But I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to know.
I moved faster on him, harder, like I needed to take out my anger and my frustration on him. I needed him to know that he was mine without actually telling him because I didn’t want him to know how possessive I really was.
I didn’t even recognize myself. Jealous was not something I thought I could be. I was independent and I wanted any guy I chose to be with to be independent as well. I didn’t want to be overwhelmed because they needed reassurance. I wanted them to do what they needed to do, all while making time for me.
And yet, here I was, trying to fuck Rumple into believing that he belonged to me, like he was some kind of object and I was his owner.
I hated myself even more.
I hated that this was who I was.
I hated that this was who Rumple made me be.
His hand moved from one breast to the other. His face was contorted into pleasure, and I melted into his touch.
“Mine,” I murmured. I hadn’t wanted to say anything, but I knew I couldn’t keep it in. “Mine.”
Rumple opened his eyes and took me in. His stare lingered, almost as though he wanted to see what I was saying. I was positive he had heard me, positive he knew, and yet, here he was, almost as though he didn’t quite believe me.
He turned his head up, using his lips to capture my free nipple, maintaining a caressing grasp on the other. I arched my back even further, ignoring the way my knees strained every time I lifted myself up before I slammed myself back down. This was not the easiest way to reach orgasm, nor would it be one of my favorite places to do this, but there was something about fucking in a cramped space in public where anyone could catch us that was more thrilling than I realized.
“Yours,” Rumple said.
My eyes flew open and locked with his. Everything stopped. Even my body. Even my heart. Hell, my blood stopped pumping through my body.
“Yours,” he repeated. He leaned forward slowly before placing a chaste kiss just underneath my ear. “I belong to you, Alice. I always have.” Another kiss touched the pulse in my neck. “Ever since I saw you in that terrible civilian uniform, you had me.”
“I…” I swallowed. “I don’t like that you’ve been with others. It makes me furious.”
I clenched my teeth, as though that might keep the magic at bay. It was as though my body perceived this threat my jealous mind conjured up.
“Yes,” Rumple said.
“I want to be the only one to please you.” The words tumbled out of my mouth and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
Rumple said nothing but he groaned as I began to move on top of him again.
“I want to be the only person to touch you,” I continued. “I want to be the only person you want to be with for the rest of my life.” I didn’t even know what I was saying at this point. None of it mattered. Just that Rumple knew how I felt. “I want to be the only one who makes you feel anything.”
I felt my climax building inside of me. Quite honestly, I hadn’t thought it was possible, but the angle I was hitting was exactly the right one. My eyes slipped closed and I tilted my head back as he moved on to my other breast.
“You’re the only one,” he said around my nipple. “It’s always been you, Alice. Just you. I’ve never felt this way before...about anyone. I’ll never feel this way again.”
It was the last sentence that made me come undone. I lost everything only to fall back together as my climax took hold of me. My grip tightened even more on Rumple’s shoulders, and I knew, without a doubt, that he would have scratches and bruises there in the morning.
I didn’t care. I wanted everyone to see. I wanted them to know I did that to him, that he belonged to me, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
It was difficult for me to continue to thrust at the same pace as hard as I was as my pelvis began to twitch over Rumple’s cock. He seemed to know this too because he pulled back, gripping my waist with both of his hands once more, and helping me by taking over, by not missing one beat.
“Rumple,” I managed to get out. “Please.”
I didn’t even know what I was begging for. I just knew I needed to beg for something.
“Oh, Alice,” he said. “That’s it, darling. Make me come.” He gasped, his thrusting even harder. How he was able to fuck me even harder, I had no idea, but he extended my orgasm, just as he began to twitch inside of me.
Without warning, I leaned forward and bit his neck. I had no idea why I would do something as audacious as that, but I did, and his moan filled the small space of the car. It pushed him over his edge and he released himself deep inside of me.
There was something about the feeling of Rumple releasing himself inside of me. It made me feel...whole. Complete. Like I truly belonged to him in the most intimate of ways. There was trust between us, but it was so much more than that. It was intimacy we couldn’t define and didn’t want to.
Slowly, so slowly, our bodies stopped moving. I released my grip on him, immediately taking in the red, screaming crescent moons I painted on his skin. I blinked, suddenly realizing that I was marring his flesh the way his parents had when they removed his wings. I leaned forward and kissed them, tried to make them go away.
My eyes teared up again, causing my vision to blur. I tried blinking my tears away. I didn’t want him to see me cry, didn’t want to be such an emotional wreck after creating so much passion between us.
“Darling?” Concern laced Rumple’s voice as he shifted underneath me. He leaned back so he could cup my face. “I scented the salt from your tears. What’s wrong?”
“I...I left marks on you,” I said.
Rumple gave me a long look. When I said nothing more, he tilted his head to the side, lips curving up. “Is that all?” he asked. “Darling, do you know how often I have to restrain myself from leaving marks on you?” His hand reached for my waist and began to trace the curve of my body. Even after such an intimate act, he still had the ability to make me shiver. “I want the entire world to know you belong to me. I want them to know I am the only one allowed to give you such pleasure, that I am the one who breaks you, bends you, and puts you back together. You think I would be upset that your instincts led you to do the same thing to me?”
“You control your instincts,” I pointed out. “I...I can’t.”
Rumple leaned forward and captured my lips with his own. “That’s not true, darling,” he murmured against me before pulling away and leaning his head on the headrest behind him. “I’ve had much more experience, much more time than you. Now that your magic has manifested, now that you know what you are, it will be difficult to override your base instincts...but I think I might know a way to help with that?”
I arched a brow. Rumple had slowly gone soft inside of me, but I made no move to get up. I was comfortable and warm, and I didn’t want to give that up just yet.
“I can take you home,” he said.
“Home?”
“The Fae realm,” he explained. “Sometimes, my magic yearns to return to its natural state. You’re half-Fae, which means your magic comes from the Fae realm. Perhaps returning to where your magic comes from will help settle it, comfort it, in a way.”
“Is that even possible?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around what it was he was suggesting.
“I don’t actually know,” he admitted. “But I find when I’m particularly unpleasant, returning to my realm settles something inside me no place else ever could. Until you. At the very least, I think we should give it a try.”
“What about your parents?” I asked in a low voice. “Won’t they, I don’t know, prevent me from coming?”
His eyes narrowed and a darkness swept over him. “Darling, as long as I am with you, no one will hurt you,” he said. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I just...I want to make sure you don’t get in trouble for this.”
“I’ll magic us into my room directly,” he said. “We won’t have to deal with anyone. No one will even know you’re there.”
I wasn’t sure if such a thing was possible. I knew Rumple was powerful, but so were his parents. Wouldn’t they know I was in their realm, even if they didn’t see me?
I wasn’t sure how that worked.
Rumple and I pulled apart, adjusting ourselves and cleaning up. Once we were finished, he took me in his arms and suddenly, we popped into darkness.
6
We landed on the largest, most comfortable bed I had ever been on. There was darkness in his room. As much as I wanted to explore it, to see what it looked like, the night was finally catching up to me. I could barely keep my eyes open.
“Can you magic me into pajamas?” I asked through a yawn.
Rumple grinned, snapping his fingers. Suddenly, I was in his shirt and nothing else. I shook my head, not even bothering to fuss. I was comfortable, and he was here, molding himself to my body.
Sleep came almost instantly, and I welcomed it.
I woke up sore but rested the next day.
Well, I didn’t actually know if it was the next day or not. The curtains in Rumple’s bedroom were closed, and shadows still littered the area. But I felt rested.
I stretched, feeling Rumple turn beside me. I cracked my eyes open and noticed the skin of his back, the scars that made up his shoulders, his upper back. My heart clenched at the sight of them. I wanted nothing more than to reach up and caress them, to show him I still loved him and I thought he was the most beautiful person I had ever laid eyes on. I wanted him to know I didn’t think he was broken; I thought he was complete, and I was lucky enough to be in his presence let alone to be with him in such an intimate way.
But I didn’t want to abuse the power he had given me.
I knew this was a big deal, that he could be so vulnerable as to fall asleep with me completely naked. I knew that it took a lot for him to allow himself to do such a thing, and I didn’t want to take advantage of it. Instead, I wrapped my arm around his waist and curved my body around his. I didn’t mind being the big spoon, not when he was surprisingly warm and his body was comfortable as I eased mine around it. My forehead rested against the middle of his back and my eyes tugged downward.
I could fall asleep like this, if I really wanted to.
My fingers idly caressed patterns against his skin. I knew I shouldn’t. The last thing I wanted to do was wake him up, especially since he had had a long night, just as I had, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to feel him, even more than I already was. His solid presence beside me relaxed me and filled me with a peace I had never felt before.
