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Rachel Morgan	By : CaressOfShadows Category: G through L > Hollows Series (Rachel Morgan Series) > Hollows Series (Rachel Morgan Series) Views: 7463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I was sitting in my robe at the kitchen table. Trent was leaning gracefully against the kitchen sink. He looked damn comfortable if you ask me. I was still fidgeting with my cup and the drawstring on my robe. Ceri was sitting across from me with Keasley to her left and Quen to her right. I was left on this side of the table by my self. I felt like I was on trial. It was really uncomfortable. The only thing making it seem like less than a trial was Jenks sitting on the table with Matalina resting in his lap with her back against him. It was the most loving thing I had seen the two of them do together. I am sure they did other things. The pixie had twenty odd kids and they didn't sprout out of flowers like the old fairy tales said.
Al was dressed again and standing in the kitchen doorway. He had been talking to us for about an hour and the only thing we had learned about this damned magic was that it existed. Apparently a Siren was visiting our town and turning us upside down. Al had asked me if this was the first time something like this has happened or if it had happened before the turn. I was at a lost for an answer to his question so he started mumbling names off of people who might remember something and didn't seem interested in our input. So we all had wisely shut up.
My thoughts drifted back to Trent and I looked his way. He was looking at me with so much heat in his eyes that my breath caught. My large kitchen started feeling bigger and bigger. I seemed to be world away from Trent and I wanted to get closer. I knew it was a stupid thought because Trent couldn't have been any more than five feet from me but I felt as if he was on Jupiter. I wanted him closer. He wouldn't be close enough to me until he was pressed against me. No. Not against. The words floated through my head. It should have creeped me out that I was hearing things but it didn't. If not against me then when? The closest a man can get to a woman. Inside.
It was said so matter of factly that I didn't question it.
"Itchy-Witch?"
The sound of Al speaking loudly brought my attention back to the room. I turned to look at him and seen he was further from. That made me look to the chair I was sitting in which was sitting empty across from Ceri. Somehow my thoughts of Trent had caused me to start walking towards him. That realization caused my knees to weaken in shock and I took a spill to the floor. I felt like a part of me was missing. A large part was taken from and I was left weak in the floor.
"Rachel!" Everyone in the room shouted my name but Trent was the first one to reach me.
Trent had me in his arms and was slowly pulling me towards the chair. His hands were firmly against my body just under my breast. I wanted his hands higher up. I wanted him to cup my breast and pinch my nipples until they were erect enough for his lips to close firmly over them. I wanted to run my hands down his back as he suckled my nipples and pressed himself into me. Only then could I be whole again.
"Move Trenton." I heard Ceri's voice but it sounded far away.
"No." Trent’s voice was a deep growl of command that rumbled against my ear.
"Let Ceri get him Sa Han."
Trent let me go reluctantly and handed me to Ceri who quickly seated me on my chair once again.
"She seems absolutely besotted." Al said with a look of shock.
"This has to be more than just the Sirens magic." Keasley said from Ceri's left. "I have read about Sirens and the havoc they have caused through out history and this is not normal. Could it be possible the I.S. still has a hard on for Rachel? Could they have brought the Siren here to directly affect Rachel?"
"Nah. No." Al waved the suggestion away. "Sirens are very closely related to demons only they don't have to be summoned to leave the ever-after which means they don't have to owe anyone a favor. Although; I guess if you offered a Siren something she really wants she just may do it."
"So what would a Siren really want that the I.S. could offer?" Keasley and Al seemed to be in their on conversation that none of us others were invited into.
"I haven't the slightest idea. I admit I do not know much about Sirens. They refrain from using their magic within the ever-after. They are not fond of its effects and we not any fonder of them."
"What do you mean?" Trent and I asked together.
Keasley and Al both gave a start as if they had both really forgotten anyone else was around them. Ceri hadn't taken her eyes off of me. Something told me she knew but that I wasn't going to like the answer. That alone made me want to withdraw the question.
"I need to go do some research." Al said quickly. "I will be back as soon as I know something." He turned to Trent and then looked to Ceri and Quen. "Do not keep them apart. In fact it would be best to send them to Rachel’s room and just make sure no one else enters to hurt them. I will be back as soon as possible."
He left without another word and the stench of burnt amber burned my sinus. Ceri and Keasley looked to Quen. Apparently they were okay with leaving me alone in my room with Trent and were asking if it were okay with him. Quen nodded and everyone turned to Trent and me. I personally felt like they were treating us like children. I needn't need anyone’s permission to be in my room with Trent. But before I could voice this; Trent answered for me.
"We are to be left absolutely alone." When everyone nodded we walked out the kitchen and back into my room.

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Trent was sitting on my bed and I was on the floor against my door. I had my knees pulled up to my chest and my head rested on top of them. I was more than eager to sleep with Trent while we were alone and in the living room and I was interested in the kitchen or I wouldn’t have gone to him. But here alone with him in my room it all just felt a little awkward. He had one leg bent gracefully under him as he sat on my bed and looked at me with restrained lust. I could tell it was lust by the way he smelled. I may have all the way across the room but I could still smell him and he smelled enticing. My eyes hadn’t left his but my thoughts were on everything that had happened. I was stilling trying to figure out why Al was attracted to only Newt and what it had to do with me being attracted to Trent. None of this was making any sense.
“I’m not supposed to make sense.” The voice in my head said.
I had discovered that my thoughts weren’t my own anymore. But this wasn’t demon possession so I wasn’t too much afraid. The voice also happened to be helping me a lot more than anyone else at the moment. So far everything she had said made sense. And it was a she. I could tell by her thoughts and the few glimpses into her own thoughts. But she was enjoying my thoughts and wouldn’t answer my questions directly. She’ll tell me something and leave me fill in the blanks. If I was wrong she would life. I have been wrong a lot. She still refused to even hint at who or what she is. When I would ask she would simply laugh and tell me the time was not right. I had learned that there wasn’t just one Siren in town but four. That may explain why I am so affected by it all.
“No. There are other reasons and I can’t wait till you find out. I wouldn’t miss that reaction for the world.” She said.
“If you tell me now then you could have your reaction.” I spoke out loud. I am human enough that speaking had to be done outside my head.
“I only want you Rachel. I want you next to me and over me.” Trent said. Obviously thinking I had been talking to him.
“Better to wait. To tell you now would only ruin it. Besides; you would never believe me without evidence unless you come up with it yourself. And I have no safe way to prove it to you.”
I was focused on Trent. His words had caught me off guard and I was starring at him with my mouth open. That was the closest thing I had ever seen to Trent opening up. He made no bones or any sign of reluctance in admitting that to me. How could we get into this situation? He hated me and I hated him and life seemed to flow just fine that way. How did we get to where he was baring his soul to me and I was baring my body to him. We didn’t fit together. I mean we fit together like a man and woman should fit together but our personalities were all wrong.
“That’s what makes this so fun, Rachel.” The voice responded to my thoughts. “Now play a good witch and let me enjoy this.”
I opened my mouth to ask what I was supposed to enjoy about my thoughts not being my own when I was startled back to my surroundings by Trent’s mouth closing over mine. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts and the voice talking to me that I hadn’t seen Trent move to me. It didn’t matter anymore because as soon as his lips met mine I sighed and leaned into him only to open my mouth more to shove my tongue into his mouth.
I heard a groan deep in Trent’s throat as I felt his arms wrap around me and start to pull me too him. I spared a thought for hoping the voice was going to enjoy the show and then I lost myself in Trent’s arms. His kisses and the way his groin was pressed against. I pulled back from the kiss enough to see he had picked me up and was walking me back to the bed. The thought sent a shiver down my spine and I cuddled close to him as he started to kiss softly down my neck and into the opening of my robe above my breast.
In one quick motion I was on the bed with my robe on the floor and Trent pressed against my most intimate parts. He still had his jeans on but I could feel his hardness pressed against me. The bulge of his erection was straining against the fabric of his jeans. It didn’t seem right for him to be so uncomfortable in the close confines of his jeans when he could be inside me where he fit perfectly. I moaned against Trent’s mouth as my hands moved to his pants where I started to undo them. Trent had one of my nipples caught in his mouth and the other between his thumb and forefinger.
His pants zipper fell away causing his erection to bump against my stomach and the sensation mixed with his actions on my nipples caused me to cry out his name. My hips were bucking without him even having to touch my most sensitive areas. Is if feeling the need for my center to be touched Trent slid his leg between my thighs and started rotating his knee on me. I started grinding against his leg as I felt the heat pooled in my core overflow and cover my body. I was screaming and calling out for Trent in an orgasm so massive I was smelling colors.
I was writhing around on the bed when Trent released my nipple to watch his hands caress my stomach. He traced little circles along and around my belly button before grasping my hips tight enough that I knew I would have marks. I cried out in spite of the pain I knew he had caused. It all just felt so good. When he turned his head back to me and met my eyes there was a look of intense interest and longing. He tore his gaze from me just as his finger slid between my folds. I could feel his fingers gently caressing my folds but I felt the pressure of his eyes on me more. The feeling made me cry out and writhe around the bed again. Trent took the opportunity to pull my legs further apart and push a finger inside me. I turned my head to the left hoping to control myself only to see our reflection in my mirror. The way he had us on the bed left me a clear shot of everything he was doing between my legs. The sight made me even more excited and I was soon riding his finger. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore he pressed his thumb to my clit and I screamed as he started to rotate his thumb along my clit.
I was screaming his name continuously and it all felt so good but I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to take all of him into and ride him to the sweet ecstasy of orgasm. I didn’t want release until he was inside me. I pulled up quickly and wrapped my arms around his neck hoping to have the angle to force him into me. But he was prepared for what I was about to do and simply shifted with me to accommodate the change.
“What are you doing Ms. Morgan?” His voice was deep and husky.
“I want you Trent. I want you inside me now.” I moaned loudly not caring who heard me.
“Not yet. I want to enjoy this.”
He laid me down on the bed on my back and pushed my legs up so that I was lying with my knees in the air. He kissed the space between my breasts and started making a trail of kisses and little nips down to my belly button. Then there was nothing. I felt nothing at all. I started to open my eyes to look and see what he was doing and what was wrong but as soon as I lifted my head I felt his tongue plunge into me. I screamed his name and fell back on the bed with my hands grasping the sheets tightly above my head. His tongue was like magic upon my skin. Licking in the right places at the right time and slipping into me just when I wanted it to. Each caress of his tongue grew warmer and warmer until it felt like fire tracing along my most sensitive areas. But this fire didn’t burn me with pain. It burned me with desire and pleasure beyond any I had ever experienced.
I felt the orgasm wash over my body but it was quickly washed away as another shook me that was even bigger when he slammed his shaft inside of me. I felt the tip of him knocking against my cervix and with each thrust I climaxed again. White star burst started around my vision and I couldn’t help thinking that if this was how I am going to die then I was happy to go. My throat was starting to hurt as screams of pleasure erupted from me. I could hear Trent calling out on top of me but I was too lost in the sensation of orgasm after orgasm. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore I felt Trent’s rhythm break and his release fill me.
Trent collapsed on top of me and then I let the blissful darkness consume me.
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