When Maggie blazed into the room I was almost shoved to my feet by the blast of wind that swept in after her. I gripped the backs of her parent's chairs and tucked my wings in tight to my body before I could be knocked over. Her mother shot to her feet ready to fly at the unconscious man on the floor and her father grabbed her even though he was just as angry. The air turned to ice and I found it hard to breathe. I was rising quickly to the killing edge just by being in the room. Jezebelle and Magdalene's hair was crackling with electricity and I found it hard not to be sexually attracted to Maggie in her fury.
When Daemon caught a glimpse of the man through the coven's legs his muscles tightened and I could see his nails gouging into the desk top. He motioned for everyone in the room to leave and as the coven escorted Maggie out, her parents followed. I was on my way out when Daemon called for me to stay.
"Yes sir?" I said stopping in front of his desk.
"I'm sure you are very confused as to how this man could cause such a reaction so quickly."
"Honestly sir, I am."
"Have a seat, son." He said motioning to the chairs as he moved to put a binding spell on the man.
"This man used to be Maggie's best friend before she met you. He was in love with her body and her power. He coveted her in the darkest and most twisted way a man could covet a woman. They were young and reckless. He was always pushing her to use the full extent of her magic though it would shatter her. It was how her grandmother was treated. Her grandmother was raped, Julius. I thought it was my fault. My mind was shattered from the guilt that was sorely misplaced. I almost lost my brother because of it. To think that my beautiful granddaughter would be treated the same way was too much to bear. I told her parents to keep that boy away from her. And they tried, Darkness bless them, they tried. Magdalene has always been reckless. You know this. She would see him in secret and one night she went to see him. It was storming; they met in an abandoned barn. Tonight was different, Arthurian was in a mood. It was his rut season. He forced her to…." He shuddered and reached for his blood wine.
"He forced her to her knees and made her…. then he….raped her. She was crying the whole time and calling for someone to save her. And you, Hell's fire boyo, you were the one who heard her cries. You were just a low level warrior wet behind the ears. My brother, Lucivar, tried to stop you. You wouldn't listen. You grabbed the nearest blade and you flew through that terrible storm to save her. You were beaten badly for your trouble, you almost died. Jezebelle nursed you and you nursed Magdalene. While your body was healing you healed my granddaughters mind. She is the strongest of us, so that also makes her the most vulnerable. But you never minded that she far exceeded everything you can do magically. Do you remember what you promised her when you both healed?"
"I promised her that if she could beat me in hand to hand combat I would marry her. I can never remember if she beat me or not."
"Oh boyo she won. She was dead set on winning that fight. She trained for weeks. You kept your promise even though you couldn't remember who won."
"Sir, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Of course I will keep my promise."
Daemon nodded and signaled me that it was time for me to go. On my way out I turned to see him wiping a tear from his cheek and then bending over the man, Arthurian. I saw a flash of power surge out from him and into Arthurian. I saw the look on Arthurian's face right before his mind and body disintegrated.
"That's why he is the High Lord of Hell." Maggie whispered appearing in the shadows.
I just wrapped an arm around her waist and walked outside with her. We took a walk in the garden and I just listened to her tell me everything about her and Arthurian's friendship.
Julius walked with me in the garden as I talked. He didn't interrupt he just listened, his arm around my waist and his wings stretched out wide to catch the last bit of sunlight. I could see the scars from his fight with Arthurian so many years ago and wondered if they ever hurt him when he flew. We stopped at a bench in front of a fountain and we sat. As we watched the sun set Julius started playing with my hair so I slid down to the ground and settled in front of him. We sat in silence his fingers untangling my hair and brushing across my shoulders every so often and sending tingles down my spine.
I turned to face him after awhile and looked up at him, trust in my eyes. He leaned down and kissed me wrapping his wings around us in a cocoon. We were out of sight of the house. I didn't realize just how far we had walked while I had been talking. We were at the bottom of a hill and around a turn. There were trees all around us, as the fountain was set in a clearing. It had been my mother's favorite spot to practice her magic away from prying eyes. Julius slipped off his shirt and spread it on the ground and laid me down on it.
I stared into his eyes as he stripped down to nothing. He settled over me and kissed me tenderly as he unlaced my dress to expose my breasts. He kissed a path down my chest then moved to suckle my nipples, nipping them so that they would tighten up into little buds. He then pulled my dress over my head to show the lack of clothing underneath. He laid a trail of kisses down to the patch of hair between my legs. He shoved my legs open then settled his head between them. His fingers spread the skin and his tongue darted into the wet heat. I cried out as his tongue explored me carefully but passionately. When he was done he settled his member where his tongue had been. At a nod from me he shoved it in. We moved together more in sync than ever. We rode the climaxes together over and over. I screamed his name and he wrapped his lips over mine to cut off the sound. We lay side by side in the grass, panting. I rise up to my knees to put a hand on his chest.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
I press my lips to his and kiss him rough and passionate then I sit back and look at him. His pupils are dilated and he's breathing heavier. I pant, my chest rising and falling. It draws his eyes and I can see that he wants to go again so I lay back as he mounts me. I don't know how many times we came together in the next few hours but when the moon started rising over the hill we were both exhausted so we gathered our clothes and walked back to the Keep hand in hand.
