Chapter 18

"Mark…I-I need you to be honest with me. I need you to tell me if you feel…different. Do you? Do you feel like…something isn't right or, fuck I don't know…" Brooklynn sounded insane, but there had to be a reason why she was dreaming about Undertaker after 17 years. Was it because they had gotten married? They were one in the same…she married Taker just as much as she did Mark. "Or maybe I'm finally losing my mind…" She felt him turn her to face him and looked up into his arms, immediately cupping his face as he lifted her to sit on the edge of the balcony. "I'm dreaming about…Undertaker…and I don't know why. And it's scaring the hell out of me…"

"Probably because Bastet's dead."

Mark wondered where the hell that had come from and he had a moment of concern, suspicion. The last time Brooklynn had mentioned the Undertaker, she had WANTED the darker side to come do battle with her. That hadn't gone over so well and he was sincerely hoping she wasn't craving his… evil side for kicks.

"If he was coming back, or out, or whatever, however it works, I'm pretty sure we'd know by now."

No. Not really. However, he was going to have to keep his thoughts to himself.

"Right…right of course, you're right." Brooklynn breathed a huge sigh of relief and hugged him tightly around the waist, burying her face in his chest. "I know last time I made a huge mistake asking him to come back. Asking you to bring him back. And I'll never make it again, Mark. I love YOU and I want YOU and ONLY you. I married YOU." Pulling back enough to look up at him, she saw the smile on his face and caressed his face with the back of her hand, enjoying the slight scruff he had going on. "I never want him back. I'm happy and content with you. I don't know why I'm dreaming about him again after all this time, but losing Bastet is probably a huge part of it like you said. They'll go away soon enough." She hoped anyway.

"Hell, maybe he died with her."

Mark looked over her head and out onto the beach, watching as the waves hit the sand. He never understood how it worked, he just knew that it did. He and Taker had always been together until Bastet, then he had purposefully sectioned that part of himself off into her, with her permission of course. Releasing that part of him hadn't been fun, and being stuck as a cat, less so, especially seeing and hearing everything, yet not being able to do anything about it. Could an alter ego, or psyche, or whatever he had been, die? Wouldn't he have felt it, or something? Mark needed to see if there were any other Warlocks or Witches with this problem. He knew regular people had issues similar to this, personality disorders, but this didn't exactly feel crazy so much as just… another side of him, tinted in evil.

"Maybe he did." Brooklynn sincerely doubted it, but wouldn't say that aloud, just wanting to enjoy this moment with her newlywed husband. She wished she had the ability to read minds like Steve, just so she knew what was going through Mark's mind. "Come here."

She gripped his goatee gently and brought his mouth down on hers, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her from the ledge. Her robe fell open as their bare chests pressed together. All this sex was incredible and, no matter how many times she came with Mark, it never disappointed, not even quickies.

"Oh god…I love you, Mark…" It came out in a breathy gasp as he slammed home inside of her again, pressing her against the balcony door and took her right there as the sunrise engulfed them.

The balcony door was a reinforced glass sliding panel and it would have her backside prints on it when housekeeping came to clean the room. Mark made sure he left a hefty tip, figuring that was probably not one of the worst things they had had to clean up over the years. Their quickie moved from the balcony eventually to the shower, where he washed every inch of Brooklynn during his cooling down. Having every intention of worshiping his new wife every chance he got on this little honeymoon of theirs.

When Mom said she could have Seth over in an empty house, Claira was hesitant about it. She was still a virgin; there was no way she would have sex with Seth, not until she was out of high school, at the earliest. Jumping into bed with her boyfriend wasn't on her top list of priorities, but they had done other things. Foreplay, heavy making out…nobody ever left unsatisfied, but Seth had started pushing for more recently, claiming it would bring them closer together. For some reason, Claira didn't want to and heard alarm bells ring in her head whenever the subject was brought up and she didn't understand why. She wanted to talk to her mother about it, but also didn't want to put Seth in a bad spot with her parents either, so Claira kept it to herself.

Currently, she was sitting on the couch doing her homework while watching television when the doorbell rang. Frowning, she stood up and set her books aside to go see who it was, looking through the peephole, raising a brow at the sight of her boyfriend standing on the other side. What was he doing here? She bit her bottom lip, looking down at the tank top and cotton shorts she had on, her hair piled up on top of her head in a messy fanned out bun. Reluctantly, she opened the door to meet those deep dark chocolate eyes and felt her insides melt a little, leaning her head against the door frame.

"What are you doing here?"

"Visiting my girl," Seth replied with an easy grin, holding up a sack of her favorite greasy fast food. "And I brought you something to eat."

Her parents were out of town for a few days, that was just weird. The Calaway's, and Meyers, or however it went, always seemed to be nearby whenever he was over. Mr. Calaway liked him well enough, but the older man also wasn't above telling him he'd bash in his skull if he hurt Claira. Seth rather liked his skull.

"Can I come in?"

It was a sweet gesture to bring her food and she couldn't deny him, no matter how much she wanted to. "Yeah, I was just finishing up my homework, so you have good timing." Claira stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind him, snatching the bag of food with a grin. "Oh my god, cheesy fries, you sure know a way to a girl's heart, Rollins." Taking his hand, she laced their fingers together and pulled him over to sit down on the couch, softly kissing him. "Thank you."

Seth never made comments about her weight or how much food she ate. Claira could pack it away. She had her father's appetite and her mother's build, thank god for miracles because any other girl would be a blimp at this point. Not his girl. She truly was a special girl. His eyes lit up, a smile curving his lips.

"No problem, gorgeous." He draped his arm along the back of the couch, letting his fingers brush against the back of her neck. "You finish Simmon's assignment? That was a pain in the ass."

"Maybe for you, it was easy for me."

Claira laughed at his playful scowl, nudging him and snuggled against his side, not minding his fingers stroking the back of her neck. It felt nice as she continued munching on her cheese fries, already finished with her burger. Grabbing the remote, she began flipping through the channels until she found another show they could both enjoy and dropped the garbage in the bag, setting it on the floor. She had already cleaned her bathroom from top to bottom, as promised to her parents, so they would be very happy with her when they returned from their impromptu wedding/honeymoon.

"How was practice? Is the coach still being a dick?"

"Yeah, he's pissed because we're not nearing the same stats as his state champions from like a decade ago." Seth rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Mind you, we're not far off, but the man insists on living in the past and with THAT team and THAT year." Living up to athletes from 10 years ago was a pain; he felt like a cast member out of Varsity Blues or something. Hell, they WERE in Texas!

"That's not fair to you or the guys. You guys work your asses off for him and it's not enough."

Claira shifted to where she was on her knees on the couch in front of him and touched his face, enjoying the feeling of his beard. She didn't see very many boys in school that could grow facial hair quite like him. On him, it was sexy and she could see the frustration in his eyes, wanting to take it away somehow.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with that, baby. I wish there was something I could do to help you, to ease your mind about it."

Poor Claira, she was so innocent and he was a 17-year-old teenager with a lot of crazy hormones. That or she was the best cock tease in history. Seth considered her, smiling and leaned over to cup her cheek in his palm, his lips gently descending on hers. He felt her responding instantly and knew better than to push straight away. Seth had done that before and gotten a frosty shoulder for a few days. He would not be doing that again.

"That helps." He murmured against her lips.

She grinned at him and he found himself moving to kiss her again, trying not to let other things take over as she returned it. She was tempting him on purpose, he simply knew it. The kiss was soft and passionate, no sense of urgency in it and Claira relaxed against him, going with her instincts. That frosty shoulder was also due to the fact he had called her a cock tease and it had hurt her. Her parents didn't know about it, it was just an argument between them and it was their business, nobody else's.

Wanting to get closer to him, Claira swung her leg over to where she straddled him, sliding her fingers through his jet-black hair and her breathing quickened a little. In her mind and heart, even though she was only 16, she knew she loved Seth truly. She moaned as his tongue touched hers and her body trembled, her own hormones raging with her body crying out for some sort of release.

"Seth…" Claira gasped out, feeling his fingers stroking her through the cotton shorts she had on and her panties were drenched. "T-That feels so good, baby…"

His mind was informing him they were about to go that road again, where she stopped him and he called her a cock tease, which, in his mind, she was. She just didn't realize it. Claira was doing what felt natural and right to her, up to a point, without thinking about the explosion he had to suppress each time. However, as there was no way he would go elsewhere when he wanted what she possessed, he had to suffer the inevitable blue balls.

"You're soaked, gorgeous…" He growled, his lips moving to her throat.

"Mmmhmm…and you're hard as a rock…" She remarked in a murmur, feeling the hard shaft pressed against her shorts through the cargo pants he had on.

It was either cargo pants, shorts or skinny jeans with Seth, though he preferred pants. Claira didn't understand why he called her a cock tease because she never let him leave with a hard-on. She wasn't above sucking him off and had done it more times than she cared to count. Just as he'd eaten her out, they both got their releases, it just wasn't through actual penetration.

"Take your pants off." She pulled back, staring into his blackened eyes and brushed her lips against his. "Let me take care of that problem you have…"

He would give her mad props. Claira was a natural born cocksucker and he definitely appreciated her eagerness for protein shakes. Seth just wished she'd do the one thing he really wanted and knew it was selfish, but… it was how he felt.

"How about we 69?" He suggested, licking his lips as he stared at her intently. "You know how much I love your beautiful pussy over my face." The flush in her cheeks brought a wicked grin to his face. "Come on, Claira…" He bent down to tug at her shorts, knowing she would be dripping juices by now.

"Not here, not on the couch, I mean…" Her cheeks flushed crimson as he continued plucking at her shorts, enticing her further. "Let's go up to my room and do it there."

Seth nodded, lifting her with ease and wrapped her legs around his waist, his mouth finding hers. She squealed when he proceeded to hoist her over his shoulder, smacking her backside and made his way up the stairs to her room. It wasn't the first time he was in her room, but it would be the first time any type of sexual act was committed in here. Claira hit the bed with a soft bounce and she immediately began undressing, kicking her shorts and panties off before removing her tank top and bra. Seth undressed himself, both too eager to stop and enjoy this as he laid down on the bed. Claira licked her lips at his bulging member and scooted back on top of him until she felt his tongue lap at her dripping sex, making her gasp out.

"Oh god…" She felt her eyes nearly roll in the back of her head at how good his mouth felt and tried focusing on her own task, beginning to suckle on his tip.

Now, this was more like it and her parents needed to go out of town more often. In the past, he never would have dreamed about doing anything except kissing her in this room because of that creepy cat. What had its name been? Bastet. What a weird name for a pet. Claira had informed him the cat had died, old age or something. He half expected that old mangy thing to jump on him as he ran his tongue up and down her wet slit, savoring the taste of her on his tongue.

"Mmm…" He rumbled, lips tugging gently on her clit and heard her moan, the vibrations making his cock twitch as she began taking him in her mouth. One hand palmed her backside while his free hand moved up the inside of her thigh, caressing her goose-bumped flesh.

There was no way they would be doing anything remotely like this if Bastet were alive. She would've instantly sent a message off to her father, who would've raced home to skin Seth alive. There wasn't a doubt in Claira's mind and she suddenly wondered if he'd be able to sense sexual activity had happened in her room. How far did his powers go? Her doubts and worries flew out the window as Seth began plummeting his tongue in and out of her, devouring her.

It took a few tries, but Claira had gotten the hang out sucking his dick and began thrusting him in and out of her mouth, bobbing her head. The motion of her doing that made her pussy instantly move up and down his mouth, covering his beard in her essence. She moaned around him, sending vibrations through his body and fondled his balls for added effect, something Seth had told her would feel good when she first sucked him off.

Mark couldn't sense sex had happened, but he did have a nose and that was a very distinct scent. If Claira had half a brain, she'd air her room out before he and Brooklynn got home or else there would definitely be problems. The whole buried in sand to the head and blow torching a face off would become a reality.

"Gorgeous, I'm going to cum if you keep that up." Seth warned her, reluctantly pulling his face away from her pussy, pretty sure her quivering thighs were an indicator she wasn't too far off. He dove back into his dessert, adding a finger to the mix to give her more pleasure.

The room would be aired out and her bedding would be washed. Claira was not taking any chances, not wanting her parents finding out she had committed sexual acts in her room while they were gone. "We're both cumming tonight, I won't let you leave here with blue balls, baby." Claira declared, refusing to pull back and proceeded to start driving him deeper and faster in her mouth.

Thank god she didn't have gag reflexes! She could hear his growling, knowing he was very close and felt his thighs tense. A few minutes later, he erupted in her mouth and it was a lot, too much for her to swallow completely. Seth roared her name in his release and she cried out his, which was muffled due to the fact his cock was still in her mouth as she came in waves. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, which was one of the reasons she didn't mind swallowing. His taste wasn't half bad.

Even after she had let his now limp cock slide out of her mouth, Seth didn't stop, lapping at her juices soaking his face and his beard. Even when he heard her squealing at him to stop, he kept going. Claira came again, and this time, he could hear her completely as she violently came apart again. He made sure to catch every drop with his tongue, finally letting her have her calming period. However, he didn't let her pull away from him, feeling her little bit of weight collapsing on him and let his head fall back, smirking at the ceiling.