The Cambion's Hoard

The stairs creaked and I winced. Wallace had produced some serious magic when he rearranged. Somehow the stairs still gave under everyone's attempts to be quiet. Then again the little gremlin was pissed at me for stepping on his tail. I told him to blame Rose, it was her cooking that distracted me.

I went into Thatcher's room, only to be disappointed.

"You can't hide your presence right now Hen." Rose stretched and the light caught the stripes of opal running across the silk of Rose's skin.

I bit my tongue to stifle a groan. Rose had been home two weeks and I couldn't keep my hands off her. Her sent drove me wild. Since she'd been released from the hospital Rose and Biggs's scents had begun to blend together—pottery soaked in rice wine.

"I wanted you to get some more sleep." Distract and ignore. That was the only way I'd make it out of the room today. There was still work to be done around the house, it needed to be done soon. Yet, I wanted to pin that woman down and...fuck. I adjusted the front of my pants and sat in Thatcher's chair.

Rose grinned. It was wicked, full of desire and mirth. The kind of mirth meant to punish in the best way. I groaned and buried my face in my arms. My breath caught when Rose tickled my sides.

"I've slept, sat, lounged, napped, and all the other things that relate to rest. I'm tired of resting today." I moved my arms and shuddered.

Rose's eyes were two different colors. Her eyes were a dark chocolate but in that moment were other worldly. Her right eye held a brilliant, deep ruby iris. The radial threads and crystal like texture of it captured every ray of light. Linus and Patti had failed to mention that her eyes were going to change colors now that she was coming into her own. What was crazier was Rose's left eyes reminded me of Biggs's. Her iris swirled like liquid bronze.

I cupped her face and stared into the depths of treasure. She lowered herself within a breath of my lips. My gulp of air vibrated.

She laughed but it was seductive. "Oh, Henny, don't deny you want me."

"You're still healing Rose. You've not been giving yourself a lot of time to do that. You jumped right back into doing stuff around the house." Ignore and distract.

She climbed into my lap. Keeping her lips, hanging delicately above mine. "If I've learned anything living with the three of you, its that if I want to heal...I. Have. To. Fuck."

Ignore and distract. "Thatcher isn't home, he'd tell you to rest too."

Rose made herself comfortable over my hips. She didn't do anything overly sexual but I wanted to tear my clothes off and fuck her.

"He'd be a good boy and do what I said. You had fun last night, and the night before that." She moved her hips a little more and my breath shuddered.

"Rose, I should let up a little. If Biggs were here he'd tell you the same thing. Rest." He'd be pissed knowing I was using him as an excuse to not have sex with the woman I wanted to have sex with.

"Biggs would want you to take care of me besides he's here."She grabbed my hand and placed it over her heart.

"Can't you feel him? I've been working on connecting him to me. Making the threads tighter, I want him to keep experiencing emotion. So that when it is time for him to wake up, his soul is as strong as his body. Please Henson, help us. We've been dying for more of your touch." She laid the most sensual kiss upon my lips.

Rose pulled away slowly but I grabbed her thighs and held her firmly in place. "I have tried to be really good. Yet, you are making it damn near impossible to keep my hands off you."

A grin spread across Rose's lips and I gave into the incredible need that I'd been trying to fight. I smashed my mouth to hers. Her skin heated beneath my fingers. Dragging them down, I hooked them behind her knees. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her chest against mine.

I stood up without difficulty. Rose weighed less than a block of granite. She was even more malleable than it too. My beautiful goddess come to life. I would never be able to create something with my hands as unearthly as Rose.

"Thatcher is going to be pissed I'm fucking you in his bed." When I sat her on the bed she pulled her shirt off.

Rose grabbed my pants waist, pulling me to her. "He's not fucking me in it at the moment."

I pushed her back and tugged her panties off. They were already damp with her arousal. Running their gussets between my fingers I pulled the moisture away. I licked her juices off my fingers.

Her eyes dilated, the pupils blowing wide. "Henny..."

Spreading Rose's legs I settled myself between her thighs. She leaned back and relaxed into the bed. I wanted to memorize how she looked but she reclined her head in invitation.

I leaned down and covered her with my body. "Are you sure Rose?"

"With every fiber of my existence." Her words held significantly more weight than I felt she intended. Her lips moved against mine, distracting me and causing me to ignore their meaning.

Our bodies found a rhythm and fluidity. I pushed into her body and we both moaned. We held still for a moment but let our desire take over. Each thrust was hard but easy. Truly like she had been made for me.

Rose pulled my hair and lifted me from from her lips. "Fuck me like you mean it Henson."

Her tongue darted across my lips and I nipped at it. "As you command, my vision."

I pulled Rose tighter to me and stopped holding back. She was wrapped her legs behind mine and grabbed my shoulders. Her body was slick and I glided in and out without friction. I reached between us and rubbed her clit. The soft flesh yielded to my persuasion.

"Henson." Rose's words were breathy.

"Almost, Rosie." I pounded my hips into her harder.

When her orgasm rolled through her, she squeezed me with her whole body. Contracting with each pulse of her sensitive flesh. With one last faltering attempt I let myself go.

I put my face against her shoulder and squeezed her hips. Her sweat was sweet and smokey a pleasant mixture of my mates.

She twined her fingers through my hair. "I needed that. My body feels full."

"We keep forgetting one of the most amazing things about you." I kissed her neck.

She hummed. "What's that?"

I rubbed her stretch marks lovingly. "Fucking feeds you. Thatch and I haven't been feeding you enough. We'd been told to and have been failing."

She laughed. "It does feed me but you haven't been failing."

I kissed her throat again. "I love you Rose."

She flitted her fingers over my ear, eliciting a shiver. "I love you too."