Chapter 59

"Calm down, Claire Bear." Dean carried 5 of the 10 boxes, a lot stronger than his scrawny behind looked and chuckled at his girlfriend's excitement. "Where do you want these boxes, pops?" He grinned at Mark's eye-roll and growl, not fazed in the slightest. "You already know we're gonna be family soon enough, might as well get used to me being around for a long time."

Claira hadn't told her mother about Dean giving her a promise ring, but they didn't want to get married for a couple more years. However, she somehow knew he was it for her. She was in love with him and, now that they were out of school, Claira had seriously started considering giving him her virginity. Waiting until she was married was so cliché and, honestly, she didn't know how much longer she could hold back with Dean.

Mark knew about the ring. Hell, Dean had sat down with him one night, while Claira was out running her own errands, to have a man to man talk about his intentions. Mark approved of Dean, a lot more than he ever had with Seth. Dean had common sense and yet was crazy, but not a bad crazy. Hardworking, he wasn't always trying to get up Claira's panties the way Seth had seemed to of been either, which was a huge plus.

"Call me pops again, boy…"

"Well thank you kindly, sir, for the permission, pops."

Claira giggled, already knowing one of these days, her father would show Dean the Reaper and there wouldn't be anything she could do to stop it. "Stop goading my old man on, babe." When Mark began cursing a blue streak about being called an 'old man' by his own daughter, both graduates decided it was time to skedaddle to go see the movie. "Bye Daddy, love you!"

"I'll have her home before midnight, pops!"

"You are crazy!" Claira laughed, hopping on Dean's back piggyback style and let him spin her around in circles in the front yard. "Dean!" They went toppling over in the grass and Dean had shielded her from getting hurt, turning at the last second to where she landed on top of him. "Thanks for the save, babe." She kissed him somewhat hungrily and only pulled back when they needed oxygen to breathe. Yes, sex was on the horizon very soon for them.

"Anytime, Claire Bear." Dean stroked her face with the back of his hand and they both stood up from the yard to head to his truck, hopping in before driving off to go see the movie.

That left Mark standing there with his mouth open. His DAUGHTER was the one who was going to wind up pushing that boy and now that he thought about it… Blood magic. Seth Rollins. His eyes narrowed, wondering when that particular pain in his ass was coming back and if they shouldn't start being proactive. It was better than waiting for what was coming and being reactive.

Claira's Familiar was a beautiful light blue-eyed husky named Sonya. It wasn't love at first sight with them, but…Sonya felt an instant connection to her Witch master like they were meant to be. She stayed home, but since she was so young, she was able to project herself in spirit with Claira, just in case she needed help. Dean was great, she had no qualms or worries about him, but in the distance, Sonya could feel something dark and sinister coming. She growled, standing beside her master's father with ears perked up, her teeth bared. This house was protected by Claira's blood, so only those with her blood could enter, unless she cast a spell to allow others, such as Dean and any members of the circle.

"When did you get a dog?" Brooklynn had emerged, cleanly shaven and had a robe on since the rest of her clothes were still packed up in the boxes that were in the living room.

"We didn't get a dog." Mark bent down to crouch by Sonya, running his fingers through her beautiful fur and watched her head swivel to meet his eyes. "Sonya found Claira." And Sonya was beautiful, and her personality so far matched Claira's as well, both young, now both destined to grow and age together. He missed Bastet and that companionship, knowing even if he wasn't together physically, there was still the mental connection. "Sonya is Claira's Familiar."

"She's exquisite."

Brooklynn slowly walked toward the husky, those light blues locking on hesitant amber. Sonya walked over to her and nudged her knee, making Brooklynn lower to her level, petting the top of her head. She also missed Bastet and could only imagine how painful that loss had to still be for Mark.

"Pretty girl."

She smiled when Sonya licked her face and continued petting her for a few minutes, already feeling a connection with the animal. Or maybe Brooklynn just loved animals in general…just not birds or reptiles or bugs. Thankfully, Claira's Familiar was a dog. Getting used to having a dog in the house instead of a cat would take time, but it wasn't a bad change either. It would've been great if Bastet was still around, though. Mark had taken Claira to look for her Familiar that long weekend ago when he had broached the merging topic with Brooklynn. Sonya had been here for over a year. He glanced down at her, watching as Sonya finished with the new human and took off.

"I bet she's going to have a blast with another female in the house." He chuckled, shaking his head. "I think she finds Dean hilarious. He tries to play fetch with her, and the look she gives him…"

"He's quite the character and eccentric, from the few times I've seen him anyway. I think I'll have a blast with her too." Brooklynn smiled in return, her eyes moving back to Mark and closed the distance between them, her hand resting on his chest. "Thanks for letting me clean up and carrying my stuff in. Want a beer? I could really use one." Alcohol would make her a little braver since she was incredibly nervous about their impending reconciliation. "Oh, by the way, whatever you did to me at the apartment worked, I think…"

"Fuckin' right it did, I'm awesome that way." Mark laughed, looking down at her robe-covered hip. Bunching the robe up to reveal her hips and lower extremities, he whistled at the tattoo. "Already vining, you never did stop, did you?" He murmured, crouching down, his palms on her hips, holding her still as he studied it. She hadn't stopped loving him and he felt almost bad for doubting it. Almost. "Mmm…" Leaning forward, he ran his tongue up along it, growling.

"No, not for a second…" Brooklynn's breath hitched, her new magical ink burning from the feeling of his tongue on her skin.

Her body was extremely sensitive due to not having sex in over a year and she had NOTHING on beneath this robe, which was obvious once he'd bunched it up. Trembling, Brooklynn gripped his shoulders as Mark lifted her freshly shaven, smooth leg over his shoulder, her hand moving to his hair. Beer was suddenly the last thing on her mind as she balanced herself, feeling his hot breath puff across her already dripping sex.

"I'll probably cum pretty fast." She warned, licking her suddenly dry lips and felt him undo the tie on the robe to let it fall open, revealing half of her breasts. "Oh, Mark…"

She had groomed and smelled delicious, the scent of her body wash and her natural feminine aroma… She was dripping. Mark ran his tongue along her glistening slit, feeling Brooklynn's entire body shiver just from that. "I don't care how fast you cum, Lynn," He rumbled, sucking her clit between his lips for a moment. "As long as you do it on my face, darlin'."

The feeling of his hot tongue against her nethers made Brooklynn's head spin, her head lulling back while her fingers gripped his hair. It had grown back, just as he said, after Trish, with Claira's help, hacked it off. He must've used magic to grow it back and kept it black, which she didn't mind at all. For the past 17 years, his hair had been his natural color, a deep auburn, but now it was black and suited him a lot better.

"Oh god, devour me whole…" His growls vibrated her entire body from head to toe and Brooklynn was sure to lose her balance being in this position.

Reaching around with one hand, Mark grabbed a palm full of her backside, squeezed and followed that up with a sharp, resounding smack. He was almost instantly rewarded with a gush and her fingers clenching in his hair. His other hand ran up and down the outside of her leg, always returning back to her hip. That one leg she was using to brace herself with was trembling and he smirked.

Losing track how many times she came, Brooklynn HAD to pull away from him, stumbling back and clutched the back of the couch tightly. "Oh god, …my leg is asleep. Fuck!" She whacked her thigh, gritting her teeth at the tingling sensation shooting through her entire left leg. "Upstairs…I gotta get off this leg or I'm gonna collapse. You wanna keep eating me out, I'm sitting on your face or laying on my back." A second later, he lifted her in his arms over his shoulder and carted her upstairs to their room, kicking the door closed behind him. He plopped her down on the bed and immediately went back to devouring her pussy. "Oh fuck!"

On second thought… Mark snatched her up again and moved so he was laying on the bed, dragging her until she was straddling his face. This was so much better. He glimpsed her hands moving to the headboard over his head and grinned, biting her inner thigh hard enough to leave a definite mark. His lower face and goatee were soaked… definitely going to be doing that repeatedly.

"Oh god, please! PLEASE!" Brooklynn was still somehow wet after an hour straight of being teased and tormented with this man's tongue, teeth and lips. "I-I can't…take a-anymore…"

Her sex was extremely sensitive to the point of hurting and they hadn't even had actual intercourse yet. She had ground against his face, only for him to stop her to take complete control of the situation. All Brooklynn could do was hold onto the headboard for dear life. If he didn't stop soon, Brooklynn was going to pass out before they got to the good part.

"I-I missed you…and I love you…o-only you…Mark, please…mercy…"

This WAS the good part. Torturing her. She hadn't been with anyone except him during their separation; they had a lot of time to make up for. Also… he was a jerk. Mark was punishing her for torturing them both. Finally, he let Brooklynn shakily collapse to the side and rolled out of the bed, getting to his feet. He scrubbed a hand down his face, licking his lips as he stared down at her.

"Need water before we continue, darlin'?"

Not able to speak at the moment, Brooklynn just gave him a thumb's up and watched him exit the room, cupping her lower region. How the HELL was she supposed to endure sex when her pussy was screaming at her for a reprieve? It was a pain/pleasure tingling sensation and she actually had to blink tears back during the vigorous foreplay. When Mark returned with two bottles of water, she took hers and downed a good portion of it, not caring that some of it dripped down her chest. At some point, she had shrugged the robe off from being too hot. Not thinking twice about it, she pressed the rest of the cold water in the bottle against her pussy and groaned out, shutting her eyes. That felt heavenly.

"Holy shit…" She breathed out, trying to get some kind of relief going because they had a long night ahead of them still.

Mark raised one eyebrow, taking her in and began laughing, shaking his head. "Need a break, Lynn?" When she pulled that bottle away, he bet the red was both from the cold and being tender. "Mmm, I'm gonna break you, darlin'; bet it'll feel awesome." And hurt afterward. "Put your robe back on, we'll sit for a minute." Mark suddenly had an idea and disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a Mason jar. Inside of it was a pale pink salve that Claira had whipped up. She had started learning how to whip up potions and salves. "Smell that."

Moving her head forward, Brooklynn sighed at the heavenly smell filling her nostrils and pulled her robe back on he handed her. "I'm sorry…" She felt so guilty for not being able to withstand an hour of foreplay by him. "It's been a year and…I guess my body isn't used to being pleasured that long." Smiling apologetically, Brooklynn reached out to swipe some of his hair away from his face and gasped at his finger probing her. "Mark, what are you…?" The words died on her lips as the burning and aching, the soreness in general of her genitals, melted away. "Wow…what is that stuff? It's incredible…"

Was it weird that he was using this salve this way? It was intended for aches and pains, and it was safe to use anywhere… not that he and Claira had overly discussed that after it had been made. Mickie had finished her 'basic' training, so to speak, after he had speed rushed her, but there was so much more to magic than people thought. Once he had started getting into a good place, he had picked things back up and voila, his daughter was going to be a Hedge Witch, apparently.

"Claira made it, she gave it to me because I'm old." He chuckled, remembering the night Claira had walked in and he was having problems with his knee. "Don't be apologizing either, Lynn, you'll get plenty used to it again." His eyes flashed acid up at her, a grin on his face.

"I hope so or else she'll be making a lot of jars of that shit for both of us." Brooklynn half-joked, seeing the acid in his eyes briefly before they turned back to emeralds.

What was it like being merged? She couldn't imagine the changes Mark and Taker both had to endure in order to actually to do it. The way he pleasured her with just his mouth was astounding and, so far, she had no qualms about the merge. To her, it was the best of both worlds and found herself scooting closer to him, taking the jar from his hand to set it aside on the nightstand.

"You know…there's nothing wrong with my mouth…" She kissed him sensually, caressing his chest and pulled back to see the desire coursing through his eyes. "Lay back, time for me to take care of my man…"

"Maybe I should strip first?" Mark suggested, amusement lacing his tone as he studied her.

Merging hadn't been overly anything special, he had done it before. It was the permanent part that had been a pain to perfect. In the end, however, he and Taker had both agreed that was the only viable option. Well, Mark and Taker… It was weird. All their memories, their individual memories, were now his. He didn't know how to explain it, he just had them both, they were all his. All those actions, his.

"Allow me." While she recovered, Brooklynn planned on getting reacquainted with Mark's body in every way. "You'll have to lift up for me…in a minute."