Pretty Spelled by K.A Knight

Atlas

We don’t waste time the next day. Slate and Alejandra find us breakfast and bring it to us. We joke and laugh as we eat, enjoying the peace and down time. But after a battle, there is always the clean-up. There is no point in putting it off.

We must rebuild.

Starting with the house.

Though we need more than one now. None of my brothers want to leave again, and their mates are happy to live here and stay together as a family. We are all orphans, after all. Each of us has our own past and problems, and we respect that. This beachfront is our paradise, our escape from the world without being cut off from it.

First, we need to clean away the rubble, to start fresh. The old cottage was a symbol of my hope, but this will be a symbol of our love. After cleaning up our mess at the beach, Remi hands out some clothes she has from her car while us guys simply strip off our shirts. Khalid goes to town with Remi to get supplies and plan for everything we may need, and then we begin.

Everyone chips in. I start by clearing away the mess with magic. Alejandra helps me, while Cassandra spells the earth to stop any evil that may have seeped into the soil. Lilith assists them all, moving between us, making them smile and laugh like they are kids again. She passes Calder a bottle of water and reminds him to drink, and he smiles so fully, it almost breaks his face.

My family is happy.

My family is whole.

When she comes to my side, she leans into me with a broad, loving smile as I wrap my sweaty arms around her, dip her, and kiss her. “What do you see, my love? How do you want this house?”

“However we build it will be perfect, because we are doing it together,” she whispers and kisses me. “Don’t overdo your magic use though.”

I spank her and she laughs. “Yes, Wildflower.”

I keep my eye on her as we work, but she is flourishing. She shows no sign of the darkness that is now spread between us. No, she embraces this family and life again. Living every moment, laughing loudly whenever she can and smiling. I catch her staring at the water as well with a knowing smile.

My love has been through so much, I’m glad we can offer her a slice of peace. Of freedom.

After Remi and Khalid get back, I work with Alejandra to build. She has impressive fae magic, and although hers is mostly rooted in healing, she can do a lot of other things. I form the materials, and she helps me build the structure.

We decide to go with a house for each mated pair, but side by side, that way we have our privacy while being together. We also build them in a semicircle with our house in the middle, the sand and ocean behind us.

Before long, night has fallen, and we have the structures and rooms built. Tomorrow, we will begin on furnishings. I will let each pair choose their own and make it theirs by buying the furniture instead of making it. The town isn’t too far away, after all.

By the time we have finished, Mishal and Slate have hunted us some meat, and like old times, we roast it and sit on the beach, drinking and eating, laughing and sharing stories. I hold my mate in my arms. She instantly hits it off with Remi, and they have their heads bent together mischievously.

“That does not bode well, brother,” Kal jokes.

I can’t help but grin as I look at him. “No, it doesn’t, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

We sleep under the stars again, like when we were children, but this time, our family is complete. We have the rest of our lives to begin again, to rebuild and grow, and maybe make our family even bigger.

But for now, with her in my arms, her heart beating for me, and my brothers at my side?

It’s enough, it’s more than enough.

And for the first time since I lost them all, I close my eyes and sleep a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

* * *

The houses are coming along really well. I built Lilith and me a similar cottage, just a little bigger this time for hopeful reasons…like our own children. She helps me pick out the furniture and flowers and plants them with the others as I move onto the next house.

Khalid and Remi wanted a secure house. The top is open to the air for her animal, and it leads into the forest, next to Slate’s, so they can shift. It’s also open planned and large, but has a basement we managed to build which, she states, she will make into a training arena.

A warrior never stops being a warrior, after all.

Kyro and Cassandra’s house is very specific. She tells me it’s a bigger version of the one she used to live in. I spot the sentiment in her eyes that she will miss it, but she’s willing to give it up to keep Kyro happy, and he wants her to have it again. I, on the other hand, have a better idea. While she is distracted, Kyro and I nip back to her cottage and simply bring it with us. It exerts a lot of my and Kyro’s magic, but we get it back. I add more room to it and pat the black cat living there before moving on as I hear Cassandra scream in excitement, which soon turns into…other screams.

Slate and Alejandra struggle to find what they want. They are both used to very different lives, but after everything, all they desire is to be together. I make them a one-story cottage, letting them know I can add more or change it. She seems happy with the simpleness of it and the access to nature though, stating she doesn’t need material things, only him.

Her wolf.

Calder and Mira want theirs practically on the water, more of a castle than a house, which is fine. They will still all have their other homes, and I know they won’t live here forever, since they will need to explore and go on adventures. They will go, but I know they will always come back.

Ciar and Bella want something fancy. Well, he does. She calls him a snob, which descends into an argument, and I leave them to it. They have a shell, they can decorate the inside with weapons and gold for all I care.

Mishal and Dabria have a huge house to accommodate his dragon, and also because she doesn’t like closed in spaces. I make sure the place is a little farther away so he has room to change and not ruin anything. She shows me a picture in her mind of the house she always wanted with her sister. It’s a modern, three-story build with a balcony at the top and a patio that leads right onto the sand.

By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted. I lean against a tree and slip to my ass, resting. Sweat covers my body, my muscles ache like I did heavy lifting, and my magic is depleted as the earth below me helps me recover.

Lilith comes over and drops onto my knee, wrapping herself around me. “You did good, Attie, look how happy you made them all. Look at our family,” she whispers. I lift my head and know she’s right. They are laughing and showing each other their homes.

They are happy.

“Are you pleased?” I ask, the sun blazing down on me.

“Wherever you are, that’s my home, Attie. I’m happy as long as you are at my side.”

“Always,” I whisper, and tip her chin up and kiss her softly.

She whimpers into my mouth, and I swallow it down greedily, dragging my hands down her back to cup her ass and pull her farther into my lap, until she’s straddling my rapidly hardening cock.

“Attie,” she murmurs. “Think we can sneak off for a little bit?” she whispers against my lips, licking them before she digs her teeth in. Pleasure pounds through me, and I grip her tighter and stand in one smooth move. Turning, I storm into the forest and press her back to the closest tree trunk.

I tilt her head back and smash my lips to hers, swallowing her words and forcing my tongue into her mouth as she groans. She grasps my shoulders, holding on tightly. The pleasure shared between us only grows, the magic pulsing stronger until we blend into one.

Her head tilts to the side as she pants and shivers from the force of the pull. I slide my lips down her neck and bite, and that flash of pain has us both groaning.

Oh, this will be fun.

She rubs against me, pushing her magic into me, and with it comes visions she has created, teasing me. Her head thrown back in ecstasy with a scream on her lips as I power into her. Another of her on her knees before me, then another of her hands in the dirt, her head wrenched back with me snarling behind her as I fuck her.

Shit.

I almost stumble from the sight of them, my cock jerking in my jeans. We don’t have long before the others come and find us, not wanting to let her out of their sight just yet, but I sure as shit can give her what she wants.

The rest?

Well, we have every day of the rest of our lives to play.

Her hand slides between our bodies, slipping down my sweaty abs to my jeans, which she rips open before shoving her hand inside. She circles my hard cock without hesitation, squeezing it as I groan and close my eyes. If she carries on with that shit, fast won’t be a choice.

I throw her to the ground and yank up her dress, burying my face in her bare pussy. She groans and grabs my head, pulling me closer as I inhale deeply, smelling her musk and the sweet scent of her lust.

For me.

Mine.

I don’t tease, we both need the other too much. I grip her soft inner thighs, shoving them farther apart, and lick her dripping pink pussy. I taste her sweetness, and it drives me wild. I need more, thrusting my tongue in and out of her tight channel to find it like nectar. She cries out, clamping her legs around me as she rubs herself against my face.

I pull from her channel and slide along her pussy to her clit, kissing it, licking it, nipping it. I drive her wild until she’s riding my face, and I can’t help but press two fingers inside her, slowly thrusting them in and out until her cries are continuous. I speed up, flattening my tongue and flicking her clit, over and over, until she stiffens, and a moment later, she screams her release, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she writhes. I lick her through it, wanting every last drop of her release on my tongue. I could taste her all day, but when I can’t take anymore, when my balls are hurting and my cock is leaking, I surge above her, flip her like her vision, and drag her ass into the air. Her dress falls down her spine, and I grip her plump ass cheeks and drive into her cunt.

“Attie!” she screams, falling forward.

Her hands dig into the soil and leaves, gripping them as she pants. Her tight channel is still contracting around my cock, even as I pull out and slam back in, my fingers digging so hard into her ass, I know it will bruise, and every time she sits, she will think of this.

Of my huge cock taking her in the dirt, with her shouts ringing around our new lands as we christen it.

Her ass jiggles with the force of my thrusts as I snarl, jaw grinding, but then she pushes back, her head arching, giving as good as she gets, and I let loose.

A god taking his mate.

I hammer into her, snarling her name and dragging every inch of pleasure from her. It flows between us, growing stronger and stronger like an impending storm pulling us along. It saturates our veins, our heads, until we are nothing but two creatures carnally entwined.

Then, it explodes.

I howl my release, grinding into her as I fill her once more, and she screams, her head falling forward, her back arching as she comes all over my cock. But it doesn’t stop, surging again and again like a continuous torrent until it finally stops.

We both slump, drained and panting, sweaty for a whole new reason, and then she laughs. “I can’t wait to mark every inch of this land with you,” she murmurs and rolls.

I pull her into my arms, kissing her deeply. “Me either, Wildflower.”

Holding her close, lying in the leaves, I let our love flow through us as the sound of our family’s laughter reaches us. I close my eyes with the sound, a smile tipping up my lips.

We are home.