Who: Reagan and Caius When: Evening, Friday, January 5th Where: Their home in Black Cove Warning: blood, turns NSFW Status: complete
After her talk with Shayna Mae, Reagan felt infinitely more hopeful than she had days ago. Westin, that man in her dreams, or perhaps in her living room, had been right. The Ruske grimoire had information on the coven that existed before the Six’s execution. It just so happened that Abigail Baron had been a part of the coven… until she had turned against them, that is. Because of jealousy, of all things. But Reagan knew now that the coven would work. It would find Baron and strip her of Reagan’s magic. And with the right people, they could banish her back to Hell, or wherever the fuck she had been hanging around all these years. Shayna Mae had been willing to help, which had been a relief. The O’Reillys were such an odd bunch, living out in the woods and essentially cutting themselves off from Point Pleasant except for the occasional venture into town. Reagan and Shayna Mae had sat in her living room with the grimoire, discussing their history, and their ancestors, as Knox hovered nearby. Reagan loved Caius with every fiber of her being, but it had been hard not to stare at, and appreciate, Shayna Mae’s familiar. He was just so… tall. And muscular.
In any case, Reagan returned home with the notes she had written down, and the names of the people she needed to contact. People she needed to ask for help. She worried that some of them would say no, or tell her to fuck off, but if this was her last hope, Reagan wouldn’t take no for an answer. She knew Caius sure as hell wouldn’t.
Rather than call her husband with the news, Reagan waited for him to come home that evening. She hadn’t felt like cooking, but she had ordered take out to be delivered, and the food was still in the bags on her coffee table. She was sitting cross legged in front of the fireplace to keep herself warm, her notes spread out in front of her, a glass of wine in her hand. Reagan was exhausted. Her energy had faded quite a bit over the past week and she had the bitterly amusing thought that she was just wasting away and would probably just die in her sleep some night soon if they didn’t remedy this problem. Melodramatic and ridiculous, yes, but she had already realized she couldn’t live this kind of life without her magic. She could, if she wanted to, but it was like her mind and body was beginning to lose focus and motivation to keep going. But this… this new path… it had sparked a fire deep inside of her. She wasn’t going to give up with a fight - a bloody one, if it came to that.
When she heard the front door open, Reagan got to her feet to greet Caius, grateful to finally have some good news to share with him.
It took Caius a while to leave his house at Overlook. He’d done as much as he could to batten down the hatches, so to speak, just in case Baron came back for him in the boy’s body -- arming the physical alarm, tossing up some rudimentary wards, and sending the Obscurities out to keep watch on the house next door. The last one he couldn’t sustain for very long as he fumbled around in his work room, trying to gather ingredients for a healing spell. Ordinarily, he would’ve called Reagan right away, had her come over to help heal him, but, well ... there were obvious problems with that.
He was a wreck anyway, his shirt torn off, a kitchen towel pressed tight against his shoulder where the knife had gone in. It had hit bone, he could feel that, but there didn’t seem to be any nerve damage, which Caius was grateful for. It just hurt like a sonofabitch. He was feeling weak and dizzy by the time he had everything laid out, squinting at the book in front of him as his vision swam around. Healing might not be his forte, but he could read a goddamn spell and hopefully keep himself from bleeding out. It was clumsy and he had to start all over once, but eventually the powder he’d sprinkled into the wound flared with green light and cauterized it. Caius cried out through his teeth, the pain only fueling the rage that was still burning uselessly inside him. He was going to get that fucking dead bitch, if it was the last thing he did on this godforsaken earth.
He was disheveled and still bloody as he drove home, Baron’s athame wrapped in the stained towel on the seat beside him. He knew it was old and hers, not Sebastian’s, and it could come in handy. Caius wanted to stab her in the fucking eyes with it. The possibility of going to McCarthy’s parents had crossed his mind, to tell James and Brianna what was lurking in their son, but he’d dismissed it out of hand. That might cause Baron to flee, if she hadn’t done so already, and it was obviously better if he knew where she was. Caius was aware he needed a cooler-headed perspective on this, so he went home to his wife.
Caius stormed rather than walked into the house, slamming the door behind him with a gust of wind from nowhere. He was streaked with his own blood, shirtless and overly pale underneath the big long black coat he wore, his hair a windswept mess and his eyes wild. He felt like his skin was crackling with energy, the magic around him stirred up into an uneasy breeze. He saw Reagan coming and held up the athame, still wrapped in bloody terrycloth. “I found her,” he announced fiercely.
Reagan's news took an immediate back seat to the sight of Caius, pale and bloody, a wild sort of look in his dark eyes. She was speechless for a moment, her lips parted in surprise as her gaze shifted from his face to the equally bloody towel in his hand. Reagan didn't need to ask who she was, because she already knew. Reagan was just stunned at this unexpected turn and she already had a feeling the blood staining his clothes, and the towel, belonged to Caius. "Oh my god, Caius. What happened?" she asked breathlessly, walking to Caius now and immediately looking for the wound. "Do you need a hospital? Look at you." She reached up with her free hand to pull his coat a bit to the side, trying to zero in on the wound she knew she would find. "Are you all right?" He was moving okay, and she felt like she would know if he was bleeding profusely, but his appearance was unnerving and worrisome, as much as his words had triggered intense apprehension and excitement inside of her.
Caius let her fret over him and push the shoulders of his coat back. Ready to be rid of the thing now anyway, he impatiently moved his arms to get it off and let it drop to the floor. It would have to go to the dry cleaner, that was for sure. The knife wound was in the front of his shoulder, about two inches long, most of it in the meat of his arm, and now blackened with the magic he’d used on it. It had stopped bleeding, but he hadn’t cleaned any of it up. There was too much else to focus on. “I don’t need a hospital, I’m fine,” he told Reagan, even if he was pale from blood loss and probably looked insane. “I fixed it enough for now. Reagan, she’s possessed the McCarthy kid, the boy. I went home to get some books and he came into the house behind me and tried to kill me. We were struggling, and for a minute I could see her.” He gripped Reagan’s upper arm with his free hand, staring at her with wide, intense eyes. “She’s got your magic, Rea. I could feel it, I could see it. And we can get it back.”
It was so hard to concentrate on what he was saying while she was staring at the knife wound in his shoulder. It was clear he had healed it enough to stop the bleeding, probably painfully so, and for a second she wished he had called her so she could help, but then Reagan remembered she wouldn't have been able to do a thing. Except maybe stitch him up like she had done for Ty Solomon. But Caius was a witch, he could do much more than that. It still looked painful, and it needed cleaning. She touched his arm, near the wound and then snapped her gaze to his again when he grabbed her arm. The McCarthy boy. "Sebastian?" Reagan's brows lifted in surprise. "Why on earth would she possess him?" A teenage boy, of all people. Especially when Brianna was right there, and still as much of a novice as her son. It didn't really matter Baron's reasoning. What was done was done, and Reagan could feel her pulse pick up as she realized this was exactly what they needed. They just had to move quickly now. Much more quickly than she had thought. Caius could have killed Sebastian as soon as he sensed his presence, but if Caius had felt Reagan's magic... he took a stab wound for her instead. Because if he killed Sebastian, Reagan's magic would have been lost. It aroused her on some level, his sacrifice, the way his dark eyes were intensely wild. She wondered how much adrenaline was still racing through him. Swallowing hard, Reagan took his hand from her arm and held it before turning to lead him into the living room. "Sit down. Let’s clean you up. I know how to get my magic back, and... well, I suppose how to free Sebastian from her influence. I thought we would have to include a summoning spell, but now that you know where she is, it might be easier."
Caius let her pry his hand off and lead him, only halfway aware they were moving somewhere. His mind was spinning out of control, trying to come up with plans on how to capture Sebastian with Baron inside him, how to extract her without killing him, how to put the magic back into Reagan. It was hard to think when he was so low on fuel, but his body was still humming with magic and anger and adrenaline and the compulsion to fix it now now now. What she said did break through all of that however, and Caius looked at Reagan sharply as they reached the couch. “You know how to do it?” he questioned, his tone still full of urgency and intensity. He realized he was still holding the wrapped athame, and he dropped it on the coffee table with a muffled thunk before he sat down like she wanted him to. “You figured it out? How? We have to do it fast before she runs off with him.”
It wasn't until Caius dropped the bloody towel on her coffee table that Reagan remembered she had no idea what was inside of it. Gods, she hoped it wasn't Sebastian McCarthy's hand or something. Once Caius sat she hurried over to the notes she had been reading on the floor by the fire and she gathered them up to hand them to Caius. He could look them over as she got what she needed to clean up his shoulder. "I had this idea," she said breathlessly, moving quickly to the kitchen to grab what she needed, even as she spoke, her voice louder now so he could still hear her. "A coven. Abigail Baron is too strong for just us. Even if we somehow extract her, she could probably take over someone else. I thought I had banished her when I got your memories back... but she's powerful, even dead. But I think... if we formed a coven with descendants from the Six, one from each family... and one from her family, Baron's... the magic would be strong enough to pull her from Sebastian without killing him... and then send her back to whatever plane she had been on before we released her." Reagan was gathering the supplies she needed quickly. Her hands were shaking from what Caius had told her - Baron had her magic. It wasn't lost. - and the dream that continued to play over in her mind. The one that had led her to this.
When she finished, she brought the bowl, washcloth and a small jar of her healing salve back into the living room where she had left Caius. She hoped he didn't go into shock from his ordeal. Stopping the bleeding had been good, but who knows what damage that knife had done. And who knows if there had been any kind of poison in the blade. Reagan breathed in deeply to calm herself. He needed her to be clear headed right now. "I went to see Shayna Mae O'Reilly," she explained, getting the cloth wet to start wiping away from the dried blood so she could see the closed wound a bit better. "She's going to help me. Her grimoire had a spell that we could use. The Ruskes... well, Katherine Ruske was the coven's high priestess, did you know that? So Shayna Mae had all these notes in the grimoire about their power, their magic. She sounded confident that it could work. We just had to find Baron. But you already did that."
Caius’s eyes swept over the notes Reagan put into his hands, but it took two or three more tries for him to actually read what she’d written and comprehend it. He was feeling a little scrambled and shaky himself, still pumped full of energy that had nowhere to go. Her spoken words were easier to grasp, and he stared at her as she came back and sat next to him. “A coven?” he echoed, his brow furrowing. Someone from all of the Six? That would be a pain in the ass to put together, but if Shayna Mae O’Reilly was already on board ... “No, I didn’t know that about the Ruskes,” he muttered, glancing down at what Reagan was doing. His thick brows were knitted tight together, everything in him still feeling like it was vibrating. “We can’t just banish her again though, Rea, she’s got your magic. Do you think ... you think a coven can help us get it back and then send that bitch back to hell?” He knew the bit about Reagan’s magic was new information to her, but he would not allow them to dispose of Baron without at least trying to separate her from what she’d stolen.
Reagan nodded, even if she didn't know that a coven could do that for certain. But she was clinging to any semblance of hope she had left. "I'll call Shayna Mae. Tell her that Baron has my magic, and we know where she is. There has to be a way to extract it from her before we get rid of her for good. The spells and notes in the Ruske grimoire were insanely detailed." Reagan wiped away the last of the drying blood and then picked up the next small towel to dry off his arm and shoulder. "I thought if we knew how to find her, we could find out where she took my magic before we killed her... again. I didn't know she had held onto it. I just thought..." It was gone, possibly for good. Reagan took a breath and gave him a smile. "I know it sounds daunting, but I think this will work. There are still practicing witches of all six families in town, and Brianna McCarthy... she's one of Baron's descendants. If she won't help, maybe her daughter will. But if they know Sebastian is being possessed by Baron, they'll probably do whatever they can to make sure he comes out safe on the other side. We just have to move quickly in getting everyone to help us."
“Sounds like the Ruskes handled something like this before,” Caius muttered, looking at his shoulder again. The wound was still black and nasty looking, but he didn’t really care if it turned into a scar. He had plenty of those. He just belatedly hoped that Baron hadn’t had Sebastian smear some kind of poison on it. The boy had come at him first with an iron fire poker, so maybe the plan hadn’t been to stab him to death. Considering Baron was involved, gods only knew what kind of horrible shit she’d been planning. The idea of someone killing him and then taking parts just made Caius’s rage bubble all over again. “We’ll rally them together,” he said, meeting Reagan’s eyes again. “If this doesn’t get handled, it might eventually affect all of them, so it’s in their best interest to help.” Caius caught one of her hands to give it a squeeze. “We’ll set things right, Reagan. All of it. This is a brilliant idea, there hasn’t been a real coven here in decades if not a couple centuries. ... and I’ve got something of hers now.” Caius nodded to the wrapped object on the coffee table and gave a grin that didn’t look all the way sane.
He was right. This could affect everyone, not just Reagan and Caius. Not just Sebastian. She was desperate to get her magic back now, especially know it could be done, and there was a manic sort of thrum inside of her skin. Westin, whoever he was, had been right. And they had options. If Reagan's mother wouldn't help, or couldn't, Nate would. Caius. Shayna Mae. Surely Zania or Nic. Reagan ran her thumb over Caius's knuckles and then looked over to the towel on her coffee table. He had something of Baron's. Reagan licked her lips and set the dry towel on the floor before reaching over to unwrap the towel. It was an athame. A bloody one. If this truly belonged to Baron, then it would be a hell of a lot easier to summon her than it had been when Reagan did it on her own. "Is all of this blood yours?" Reagan asked. She held the handle of the athame with the towel wrapped around it, not wanting to taint it somehow with her fingers. But the adrenaline he was still clearly feeling somehow seeped into her own and it had been so long since she felt this kind of... optimism. The knowledge that they could do this and best this woman who had cursed their families so many centuries ago. The power that would come with it felt significant. "Did you hurt him? Sebastian?" Reagan didn't sound concerned because she wasn't. Not really. But she wanted to make sure he wasn't injured, at least not to the point where Baron might leave him and try to take over Brianna or something.
Caius didn’t know if the athame was truly Baron’s, some buried relic she’d used Sebastian’s body to find, but he knew that she’d at least been intending to use it. If they used it to summon both Baron and Sebastian, all the better. Caius gave a little huff of a laugh and tilted his head back and forth. “He might’ve gotten some scratches from the Obscurities, but he’s fine,” he said, idly poking at the skin around his wound. “He was well enough to run back home, at least. I made sure he’ll remember this though, and never try to fucking kill me again.” The last part came out as a dark mutter. Caius could know in his head that Sebastian hadn’t been in control of himself, but he never had any qualms about teaching someone not to fuck with him. It was a lesson Sebastian would surely remember, drowning without water, being surrounded by Caius’s spirits. Which reminded him again that he had news for Reagan too. “Speaking of my blood,” he murmured, dropping his hand to focus on her again. “There’s something I discovered that I haven’t told you yet.”
Reagan set the athame back on the table and returned to Caius, picking up the jar of salve she had brought in with everything else. Caius had done a decent job closing the wound, but the salve would clean it out and hopefully take care of any internal damage, at least right beneath the skin. She had no idea how deep the knife wound had gone, and she wished he had come home before closing the wound... then again, he might have bled out by then, so she wasn't going to complain. Reagan sat on the edge of the coffee table, facing him as she dipped her fingers into the salve to start applying it to the wound. Her gaze ticked to his as she did so. "Is this going to be good news or bad news, because I think I'll need a moment to prepare." He didn't look miserable or anything, and Reagan was still riding high from the progress they had made in the course of a day. "What's going on?"
Caius laughed softly again while Reagan dabbed at his skin. The salve tingled in that minty-fresh sort of way that meant it was working. It likely wouldn’t fix a wound that deep completely, but it would at least speed up the healing process. And soon -- soon -- Reagan would be able to start making more on her own again. “It’s ... I don’t know, honestly, good or bad,” he admitted, letting his head fall back a bit, dark gaze still on Reagan. “It’s interesting news. Potentially useful.” Caius wasn’t worried about her reaction, though maybe he ought to be. He still felt unstoppable, indomitable, and full of power. “There’s demon blood in me. My father confirmed it, he did a ritual when he was young. Made some kind of deal, I suppose. I’m a hybrid, and so is he.”
Reagan's fingers paused on his wound, her fingers slick with the salve. She stared at him for a moment, speechless. Out of everything they had been through, and recently discovered, she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised, but she was. Demon blood. Not a demon, but... demon blood. Before she thought of the right response, she began to smooth the salve into his skin again. Her own fingers felt the healing power from it. Was she supposed to be scared? Repulsed? Maybe a normal woman would be, but... Reagan released a soft breath and felt a laugh form deep in her throat. "Of course you are," she said, her amusement evident in her tone. "That explains so much, Caius. Your goddamn father." She finished with his shoulder and set the jar aside with the cap. Then she took his hands and brought them up to her lips. "I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about something like that. But... all I can think about is how it helps you, pushes your magic further. It's a part of you, and I've always loved every part of you. Nothing has changed."
Maybe he should’ve prepared her better for that news, angled into it in a more detailed conversation ... but it felt right this way. It was apparently something he’d carried with him his entire life, and it hadn’t ruined anything for them yet, as far as Caius knew. In fact it was probably one of the driving forces behind him excelling at magic the way he had. Being drawn to the kind of magic he’d been drawn to. With Anthony’s guidance, of course. In light of everything else that had happened to them recently, it didn’t feel like bad news to Caius. Just a puzzle piece that gave him a better view of the bigger picture. He smiled at Reagan, that slightly crazed edge still present, and sat forward again, squeezing her fingers with his. “And that’s why you’re my wife,” he murmured fiercely. Of course she would still love him, of course it wouldn’t change anything, they were absolutely meant to be together. “C’mere,” Caius added, hooking his free hand behind Reagan’s neck to pull her into a kiss. It was a hungry one, most of him still wired on power and anger and vengeful joy and all of the emotions churning through him at the moment.
Had this been any other day, and had Reagan felt any other way, maybe her reaction to the news would have been different. Probably not drastically so, but she might have taken longer to think about it, and what it meant. What it could mean. But Reagan was riding high on the knowledge that they were thisclose to getting her magic back. Having a coven would be a powerful thing, especially with Caius participating in it. Would there be anything more satisfying than sending Abigail Baron back to Hell? Reagan doubted it. She could see the adrenaline still pumping through him, and she could only imagine what he was thinking and feeling. Discovering he had demonic blood... being attacked by Sebastian McCarthy of all people, and coming out on top. The boy was lucky Caius hadn't killed him. It would have been so easy for Caius to do. Reagan kissed him with feeling, certainly with more emotion than she had been feeling herself for the past week or so. Her hand slid over the healing wound on his shoulder before her fingertips pressed into his skin to hold him close. As twisted as she knew it was, Reagan wished his shoulder was still bleeding so she could lick it clean, knowing what she knew now. She bit lightly into his lip instead, once again understanding just how intertwined they were. No curse, or spell, or jealous bitchy witch would keep them apart.
There was a bit of pain when Reagan touched his wound, but that only served to make his heart beat harder. He found himself wanting Reagan to fully embrace this, not just for his own personal sake. Now that he knew what he was, he could fully explore what that meant, push his own boundaries, find out just how unlimited his power truly was. Anthony had spoken of his potential ... well, Caius was going to fulfill it, only he would do it with Reagan right there by his side. His queen, his goddess. Together they would rule whatever they wanted. They would burn the whole world down if it suited them. Passion rising in him, Caius reached for Reagan’s hips, pulling and guiding her until she was in his lap, the kiss barely broken. He pulled her body firmly against his and kissed her deeper, hungrier. He could still feel the hole where her magic belonged, but Caius didn’t care tonight. She would be full again soon, and until then he could have power enough for the both of them.
Reagan didn't fight it when he pulled at her and she settled onto his lap, both hands slipping around his shoulders now, her hands delving into his hair. The instinct was always there to tap into his magic and let it surround her, so it was still a bit jarring when she realized she couldn't. But it didn't matter. Arousal licked down her spine like fire and she rocked her hips into his, pleased to find him already getting hard for her. Everything else was starting to take a back seat in her mind - her magic, Baron, Sebastian McCarthy. Yes, they needed to get things moving, and quickly, but at that moment Reagan didn't think she could tear herself away from Caius even for a second. Her fingers curled tightly in the strands of his hair and she jerked his head to the side, exposing his neck for her lips and teeth. Magic or not, Reagan felt like she could still rile him up when she wanted to. He was going to fix her, and then who knew what kind of power they would be able to conjure up together. Knowing that they could possibly overshadow Anthony and her own mother was just as arousing as being told that Caius had demonic blood running through his veins.
There were things that needed to be done, but they could take some time for themselves. They had to stay connected through times like these, or they would never survive them. Caius could feel the dark pulling inside of him, the impulse -- or was it instinct instead? Had it always been natural? -- to give into the darker side of him completely and lose himself in nothing but ambitious power. Reagan had always been his burning light, an oasis in all that darkness to remind him of the human parts of him. She kept him grounded, and he loved her endlessly for it. Even though her shine had been dimmed, she was still his light. Nothing felt dim at the moment, however, with Reagan’s mouth at his neck. The pain from her teeth felt incredible and made his cock twitch in his pants, rock hard and aching already. Caius groaned, his hands sliding down to grip Reagan’s ass and pull her even harder into him as she rocked and teased. She knew just how to play his body like an instrument, that certainly hadn’t changed. He had the heady, fuzzy wish that she had sharper teeth, so she could drink some of that demon blood for herself, feel it the way he was starting to feel it now. He wanted to take her hand and waltz her into the shadows with him, at least for a while. They would be unstoppable, they would be everything. “Harder,” Caius breathed.
No matter what happened, Reagan knew she would always be there to keep Caius from going past the point of no return. She obviously didn't know Anthony as well as Caius did, but Reagan always got the impression that he didn't love anyone, or anything. Not his wife, not even his kids. Perhaps he loved his power, but he lacked empathy. He was just able to mask it behind money and charm. She didn't want Caius to venture down that same road, and she would fight to keep him hers, even play dirty if she had to. They could still have it all without completely losing themselves to darkness. But there was nothing wrong with enjoying it every once in a while. The sound of his voice sent a fresh wave of heat directly to her pussy and she simply ached for him. Grinding herself against his crotch was leaving her crazy and breathless. Reagan knew she might leave a mark, but she didn't really care as she bit his neck harder. She was aware Caius enjoyed a bit of pain during sex every now and then, and some part of her wanted to show him she wasn't fragile, that she could be what he wanted her to be when he needed it. It certainly helped that she enjoyed it as much as he did.
Caius didn’t care about marks either. The pain sent delicious shivers through him, electric lust making his whole body feel buzzy and alive. He wanted her to bite through his skin, to taste who he truly was, for them to bond ever deeper. He wanted to be inside of every part of her, the feeling more powerful now than he could ever remember it being before. “God, Reagan,” he groaned, the last part of her name coming out through his teeth. He felt almost frantic inside, like he would suffocate if he didn’t have her right now. Without pulling too far away from her mouth, Caius started pulling at her clothes, dying to feel her bare skin against his. This whole ordeal with Reagan’s magic had been going on for so long, it felt like forever since he’d feel so desperate for his wife without a trace of sadness anywhere. They were going to beat this, and they would come out stronger for it.
Gods, she loved hearing his voice take on that tone of desire and desperation. Licking the teeth marks she'd left in his skin Reagan pulled back just long enough to help him get her long-sleeved shirt up and over her head. She had gotten rid of her bra earlier that night and the feel of her breasts against Caius's bare chest was heavenly. Her nipples were tight and achy and he was so warm. Knowing she would have to move to take off her leggings, but not wanting to shift off of his lap just yet, her hands reached between them to frantically pull apart his belt to get his pants undone. His cock was straining against the material enticingly and gods she couldn't wait to get him inside of her. Reagan got his belt undone and yanked open his zipper - carefully of course - before shoving her hand into his boxer briefs to free him. Her fingers curled around him and she squeezed gently. "You're so hard," she whispered against his mouth before biting into lower lip, sharply enough that she suddenly tasted blood. She didn't care. If he wanted her to stop he would say so, but Reagan didn't think she would be in danger of crossing any boundaries tonight.
Caius shifted under her and tried to make himself as available as possible with their faces so close together, his hands rubbing up and down the outsides of her thighs. Reagan’s touch to his cock drew another groan out of him, and he twitched needily in her hand. He was indeed hard enough to hurt in that sweet way, every cell in his body focused on Reagan. The bite made him gasp and then shudder hard, and Caius kissed her deep and hard, the faint coppery flavor of his blood only spurring him on. He let go of her ass to slip his hands between them, nudging Reagan’s pelvis back a bit as he groped around at her crotch. His fingers found the seam of her leggings and gripped both sides of the material, then gave a sharp yank to rip it apart. That sound was so fucking satisfying at the moment. He didn’t care if these were her favorites or not -- he would buy her more. Caius grunted a bit as he dipped his fingers into the new hole, pulling the damp material of her panties to one side so he could rub at her pussy.
The leggings weren't the first piece of clothing Caius had ever ripped, and she doubted they would be the last. Reagan didn't care if they were ruined. It was actually quite thrilling that he wanted to touch her so badly he couldn't bear to wait long enough to take them off properly. Reagan moaned into his mouth, her tongue licking against his as she tried to rock her hips into the touch. There wasn't a lot of blood, but the taste and scent of it was heady and intoxicating. She was so wet for him already and his fingers were exquisite torture. Reagan lowered the other hand from his hair to reach between their bodies to cover his, encouraging him to rub her harder. It still didn't feel like enough. When was the last time she felt this kind of craving? The kind that made her want to scream because the ache was so painful between her legs and Caius was the only one who could alleviate it. "Fuck," Reagan breathed, her voice bordering on a whine as she smeared the small bit of pre-cum at the tip of his cock across the head with her thumb. "I need you to fuck me now before I scream."
He grinned briefly, wolfishly, his fingers pressing in harder against Reagan’s clit like she wanted. He’d been able to tell already, but it was good to feel that she was as turned on by all of this as he was. “But I like it when you scream,” Caius murmured deep, shifting his hand to momentarily slide two fingers into her. She was so fucking hot in every sense, he was already dying to feel that tight molten heat around him. He hadn’t come home intent on fucking Reagan, but damned if it didn’t feel exactly right. Caius pulled his hand away to grip her hips again and urged her forward. If she wanted his cock so bad, she could take it from up top, at least to start with. He was more than ready, that was for damn sure. Caius scraped his teeth hard over the cut in his lip just to feel the sting of it.
Her head fell back when his fingers slipped into her and she was almost content with just fucking his fingers until she got there, but then Caius pulled away and she let him pull her hips towards him. Reagan didn't hesitate, reaching between them to grip his cock and guide him into her. The leggings were a bit of a pain, but Caius had ripped them wide enough that it wasn't too much trouble to get him to where he needed to be. As soon as the tip of his cock was inside of her Reagan slid down his length in one smooth movement. She could have teased him a little, but she was far too aroused and impatient and gods did he feel good inside of her. Reagan gripped his hair again and kissed him hard, her hips already rocking and grinding into his. It was already becoming hard to breathe, but she didn't care. She would kiss him until her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen.
Caius couldn’t have been patient through any teasing either, so he was glad that Reagan got right to it. Sliding into her was absolutely exquisite, especially with so much of her slim body pressed against his. Caius wrapped his arms tight around her, kissing her back with hungry abandon and rocking his hips under hers to push his cock as deep as he could get it. It felt like some kind of frantic celebration, like the two of them grabbing onto the fierce joy of their good news after too long of disappointment and frustration and wringing as much as they could out of it. They’d been having sex occasionally since everything had gone wrong, but it had been nothing like this. There wasn’t a trace of sadness to be found in Reagan’s kiss, and it electrified Caius. He was breathing hard through his nose already as their bodies moved together, and he knew this wouldn’t be a long drawn-out coupling. At least not for the first round.
It certainly felt like something had shifted in how they felt. Physically Reagan was still not where she wanted to be, but hope was an amazing thing, and she had plenty of it at that moment. She tried to kiss him as deep as she could for as long as she could, but his cock felt so damn good pushing up into her that Reagan couldn't contain the sounds of pleasure that had begun to escape her lips. Reagan kissed his cheek and then his jaw, panting now as she fucked Caius with a desperation she hadn't realized she had been repressing until now. There was definitely no sadness involved. Just desire and a thirst for power that she had been missing for so long. And maybe Caius was the one with the demonic blood, maybe he would always be stronger than she was, but Reagan could control him here, at least, and she slid her hand over his throat, holding it there firmly as she bit at his earlobe again.
As stubborn and ambitious and driven as he could be in most areas of his life, Caius loved it when Reagan took control while they were fucking. It was a power they passed back and forth between them, an unspoken ebb and flow of domination that always seemed to suit both of their moods, and right then he wanted Reagan to own him, hurt him, use his body to her own ends. He trusted her completely, she was his soulmate, and tonight Caius just wanted to worship her. He grunted at the sharp pain in his earlobe, a sound that melted into a groan against the pressure on his throat, his head tilting back a bit to give her room and his eyes rolling shut. He held onto the sides of her thighs while she rode him hard, fingers digging into the muscle there, the pleasure threatening to spiral out of control inside of him. Caius did his best to push it back and keep it contained, because his goddess wasn’t done with him yet.
As much as Reagan loved it when Caius overpowered her during sex, she also loved the moments when he allowed her to do the same to him. She knew how much he thrived on control, so it spoke volumes of his love and trust for her that he allowed her to dominate him when the mood struck her. She could still see the bite marks on his throat from where she bit him earlier and Reagan sunk her teeth into the same spot again, aware that it would likely sting worse now than before. But he would like it, and if he didn't, he wouldn't stop her because he knew she did. Her fingers tightened around his throat, and she wasn't worried in the least about his breathing. Reagan wasn't strong enough to truly cut off any of his air supply, and his element wouldn't allow him to suffocate anyway. It wasn't about any of that as much as it was about Reagan claiming control and claiming him. Reagan felt like she could just ride him all night long, wring every ounce of pleasure from his body and then start all over again. Her entire body ached, throbbed for release and she knew it was going to be one hell of an orgasm. "You feel so good," she whispered against his neck before nipping the skin again. "Don't you dare come yet."
That spot on his neck was definitely tender, and Reagan’s teeth sinking into it again dragged a small cry out of his throat. It was pain but it was pleasure too, and Caius’s cock jerked inside of Reagan. If she kept that up, he wasn’t going to be able to obey her command for too much longer. “Yes,” he breathed, though he wasn’t even quite sure what he was responding to. Everything she was doing felt incredible, he never wanted her to stop, but gods it hurt so good at the same time. The biting, the strain of holding back his climax, the reduced flow of air -- which wasn’t really a problem, she could’ve been trying to choke him out and he would’ve been fine, but Caius wasn’t doing anything magically to help himself yet. He wanted that slight struggle to every breath, to feel on edge. He thought about what Sebastian McCarthy must have felt earlier, suffocated by swirling darkness, and his balls gave a painful throb. “Anything for you,” he gasped, dark eyes cracking open. Caius couldn’t keep pace with her hips from below, but he still thrust up every few seconds to make sure she was getting him deep too.
Anything for her. That hadn't always been the case. Their relationship had been a rollercoaster of emotional highs and lows, but now Reagan believed that he meant it, even in middle of sex. And right now, Reagan was completely overwhelmed by the sharp sensations coursing through her, and of course the knowledge that he was simply there for her to use anyway she needed - it wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, but Reagan knew Caius lived for this, and he would do anything to make her feel good, even if it meant holding off his pleasure until she achieved her own. So Reagan moved at the pace she needed, thrusting her hips hard against his body to get the right kind of pressure and friction. Her eyes were closed, her fingers tightening on his throat as she neared completion. Her moans soon became sharp cries and when her orgasm finally exploded inside of her, she sunk down onto Caius's cock, her back arching as she began to tremble above him. It was intense and borderline painful, but it was exactly what she needed at that moment.
Caius did live for this, and he loved every millisecond of it. When he said anything now, he meant anything. He’d always loved Reagan as much as he was able at the time, but going through the traumas and troubles they had in the past year or so had deepened and cemented their bond even more. He had been exhausting himself to help her, he’d given up his house and at least one layer of relationship with his father for her, he’d mutilated a man for her, he would forsake all others for his Reagan. Hell, he’d been stabbed only a couple of hours ago for her and hadn’t killed the attacker just to preserve Reagan’s magic. And in the moments when she was fucking herself with his cock, the pressure from her hand making him feel his heartbeat in his face and her gorgeous cries of ecstasy filling his brain, Caius felt blissfully surrendered to her. It suddenly became easy not to come in spite of how good it all felt -- instead he got engrossed in her climax, listening and feeling and soaking it all in as his chest heaved against hers.
As she began to come down from the high, her hand loosened a little around his throat. Her hips began to move a little, just to heighten those aftershocks and Reagan nuzzled her nose to Caius's before she kissed him again, her thumb pressing gently against his Adam's apple. She didn't mind teasing him a bit now that she had gotten there first and Reagan rocked her hips slowly, but firmly. Everything felt so... blissful. But blissful with an edge that she didn't think anyone else would ever understand but for her and Caius. With her hand still at his throat, Reagan reached down and took one of his, bringing it up to cover her breast. As much as Reagan loved it when they both climaxed together, there was something erotic and exciting about getting to drive Caius completely crazy without any distractions from her own pleasure. Watching him come was one of her favorite things in the world. Reagan kissed him slow and deep, her teeth scraping over the tiny cut where she had bitten him. Marking Caius was one of her other favorite things to do.
There was a certain satisfaction that always came from making Reagan explode with pleasure, but it had a different quality when she had the reins. He couldn’t feel proud of it, since she’d done all the work, just grateful that he hadn’t come yet and ruined it for her and pleased in a way he couldn’t describe that he’d been a good toy. There was a peaceful relief that came after too, and Caius always felt like she could just be done with him and walk away and he’d still be satisfied. When she chose to stay and reward him, he felt ridiculously cherished and grateful. Caius didn’t submit often, but when he did it satisfied something so deep inside him he’d never been able to explain it to her. But that was okay, because he didn’t have to. Reagan understood him better than anyone ever had. Caius’s hand caressed and kneaded Reagan’s breast when she put it there, his thumb stroking over her nipple. After a second, he lifted the other hand to do the same with the other breast. He moaned into the deep kiss at the feel of her teeth on broken skin, the passion a little gentler now, but definitely still there. Those slow hip rolls of hers sent squirmy heat curling in his belly all over again, and Caius pushed up into her helplessly.
There was a sense of impatience in the way he pushed into her and Reagan smiled against his lips, though she didn't intensify her pace at all. His hands felt so good at her breasts, his lips sending pleasant tingles down her spine. She remembered how it felt, the first time he ever kissed her. Fire sparking deep in her belly, her skin thrumming with so many wonderful sensations Reagan felt like she might die from it all. Even after a decade of kisses, he still invoked that reaction inside of her, no matter what kind of kiss he was pressing to her lips - passionate, hungry, chaste. It didn't matter. There had been so many things pointing to the fact that they were soulmates, but Reagan had only really realized it after her first kiss with another boy after she and Caius broke up. There had been absolutely nothing there, just lips pressed to lips - no pleasure, no warmth spreading throughout her entire body... no tingles. Reagan had kissed a lot of men in her life, and she had faked a lot of passion... but with Caius... there was never any doubt that he would be the only man for her. Reagan slid her thumb slowly over his skin and she sucked gently at his lower lip before using her knees as leverage to start bouncing lightly over his cock. She knew he needed movement, and she would give it to him, but damn it was so much fun to leave him dangling for a while, and make him earn it.
Caius had wanted other women with his body before, of course. That was just biology. He’d had passing interests in a very few. But he’d never wanted another woman with his entire being. Only Reagan could seduce his body and his mind and his magic and whatever twisted heart beat in his chest. She knew all of him, every dark corner, and he knew her back and they still loved each other. There would never be any room for anyone else. Caius’s breath hitched when she changed her movement, both hands gripping her breasts hard for a beat before loosening so he could feel them bounce softly against his palms. The extra friction up and down the length of his cock made the pleasure sharper, more electric. Caius had to pull away from her mouth a bit to drag in deeper breaths, his hips jerking a bit with every movement. He still tried to hold it back, wanting to relish it, greedily drink every extra second down. He briefly let go of one of Reagan’s breasts to cover her hand with his and press it harder into his neck, though it was more of a request than a demand.
Reagan couldn't help but smirk softly against his jaw when she felt his hand against hers briefly. A witch whose element was air, wanting to be denied it. Oh, she knew she could never actually hurt him, even if she wanted to, but she knew what the pressure around his throat would feel like, knew that it might spark something deeply sexual inside of him the way it did with Reagan when it was his hand around her throat. Reagan gripped the back of the sofa with her free hand, clinging to it as she rode him harder, faster. Her fingers around his neck curled into his skin, applying a firmer grip, well aware that he would be able to breathe no matter how hard she held him there. That was probably why she didn't hesitate to apply the pressure the way Caius wanted it. Her own body was feeling the thrill of it, and while Reagan knew she probably wouldn't get to come again, it didn't matter. She was still going to enjoy every last second of this, especially now that she was in control.
Caius let his breath get thin in his throat, let that reduced flow of oxygen make him a little lightheaded and dizzy. It only enhanced the pleasure he was feeling, and amplified the sense of giving himself over to Reagan completely. She couldn’t kill him like this, but his life was in her hands in many other ways, and acting it out this way was an exciting symbol of that. His current pleasure was definitely in her control, and Caius felt it skyrocket as Reagan’s hand gripped his throat and she fucked him mercilessly. It couldn’t be more perfect. Caius couldn’t help the strained noises he made now, his hips pumping as quickly as they could underneath hers, his balls tight and full and aching. It didn’t take much longer before his cock swelled and pulsed inside of her and his back arched off the couch, eyes rolling closed as he came hard. Caius’s fingers dug into Reagan’s breast and her hip as his body jerked and shivered, everything lost in that wave of bliss.
One of the best things about coming first was that Reagan got to watch Caius get lost in his own pleasure. There was nothing more satisfying than pushing him over the edge and she moaned when he finally let go, her own body flushing with pleasure as his hand tightened on her breast. Reagan rode him through it before her hips finally slowed, her grip on his throat loosened and she ducked her face down to press kisses along his jaw. Her heart was still pounding, but she felt amazing. Whole. Or as whole as she could feel without her magic. But Caius fulfilled a need within her that no one else could ever come close to touching. Soon she would have her magic back and they would be able to connect again on every level.
He felt like he was floating, breathless in the best sort of way, every cell humming happily with the lingering pleasure. Reagan knew just how to wring the most out of him as possible, and he grunted softly and twitched under her until she stilled. Caius snaked both arms around her to hold her close while their hearts and lungs slowed down. It was as perfect as it could be, even sweeter now that they had a direction to go in, that the light could be seen at the end of the tunnel. “I love you,” he whispered, liking how he could still feel the ghost of her grip on his throat. And the soft throb where she’d bitten him. Caius hoped -- in an entirely unprofessional way -- that it bruised. He felt intensely dedicated to Reagan as of late, and he wanted to carry her mark on him.
Reagan brought both hands up to cup his face, her lips pressed to his in a soft kiss before she smiled. "I love you too." And she hoped that he would bruise too, just so everyone could see that he belonged to her. It probably said something about her that blood and violence could spark such intense arousal inside of her, but Reagan didn't care. It might have put off some lovers, but not Caius. There would never be a need between them that the other couldn't fulfill. At least, not once Reagan got her magic back. Which she would. She just needed to quickly get the ball rolling before Baron left Sebastian and disappeared again. Reagan settled back on Caius's lap, aware that she would need to move soon now that his cock was softening inside of her. Her fingers brushed over the stab wound on his shoulder. The salve looked like it was working. "We'll get her," Reagan murmured. "I'll start making some calls. Do you need any pain medication?"
A lot of Caius’s inner world was blood and violence, so it didn’t bother him in the least that it turned Reagan on. It was part of why he was so fucking in love with her. They matched perfectly, they were made for one another. His skin gave a twinge as her fingers brushed over it, but even that felt good at the moment. Caius rubbed at the sides of her hips and shook his head a tiny bit. “I’m okay,” he murmured. Pain was something he was used to, so the faint throbby sting of the wound wasn’t too hard on him. He just felt like he needed a shower and a stiff drink now. “I’m going to get cleaned up while you do that. Then I’ll come join you and make calls too.”
"Okay." Reagan kissed him again and then carefully climbed off of his lap. Her leggings were ruined and she would need to clean up too, but she could do that in the guest bathroom down here. She doubted Caius would care if she wandered around the house in her sweater and panties while she made phone calls. But she was also feeling the need for a drink herself, so she would prepare two glasses and have one waiting for him when he came back downstairs. Instead of feeling sad and lethargic after sex, like she had been lately, Reagan felt energized and renewed. Optimism was a powerful thing, apparently. "Scotch?" she asked him, leaning back against the cushions to relax for a moment or two first.
Caius was already thinking about fetching a fresh pair of comfortable pants for her while he was upstairs and bringing them down with him. It was chillier in the house than it usually was, and he knew the lack of Reagan’s magic was part of that. It suited him, but he wanted to keep his beautiful wife warm and comfortable. Caius gave a little laugh and rolled his head over to look at her with open adoration. “You’re the fuckin’ best, you know that?” he murmured, aware that she very much did. At least the best for Caius. He forced himself to sit up and leaned over to kiss her again before he stood, hiking his pants back up a bit for the trek up to the bathroom. “Be down soon, my love.”
Reagan smiled against his mouth. "Of course I know that." She watched him stand, admiring his body from where she was on the couch. Some scotch and a glass of wine. And her phone, to start calling around to the other families in town. They would need to talk to the McCarthy's. Given what had happened at Caius's, they needed to know what was happening before this completely spiraled out of control. But for a very brief moment, Reagan allowed herself to be overwhelmed by her love for Caius for a moment. She knew without a doubt she needed to get her magic back. Once she did, there would be no stopping them.