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Chapter 226 – Invitation

[2009 – October]

Laura couldn't quite remember when she had last slept this well, the warmth and proximity of the one that she loved setting her heart at ease and helping her rest peacefully.

She hadn't experienced any nightmares in the last few months thanks to Elijah's protection but that didn't mean that her nights were tranquil or restful. In fact, most of the time she would turn and move in discomfort for half the night before eventually dozing off restlessly.

This night had been different, the company of the two people by her side having provided her with an unfamiliar sense of comfort and safety.

Adding Jean's affectionate peck that gave her a beautiful feeling of acceptance, Laura wasn't quite sure when had been the last time that she had felt this at home and at peace. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was the place that she belonged to.

Still, seeing how shy Jean had suddenly become and listening to Elijah's words, Laura knew to be tactful and not hasty as she sat up on the bed.

Her hand coming to rest on Elijah's chest, she supported herself as she moved over him and Jean to get out of bed while seeing at him as he looked at her with his warm eyes and his signature faint smile, his wild dark locks giving him an untamed look even this early in the morning.

Her little feet landing on the wooden floor boards, her tiny shorts and short top left a lot of skin uncovered as she stood beside the bed and gazed at the beautiful redhead that just shyly clung to Elijah at the moment, seeing her look up with her bright and lovely green eyes.

Laura simply couldn't help herself and leaned down to leave a soft peck on Jean's cheek too before quickly turning away and running to her own room, her heart fluttering like the wings of an anxious swallow.

…

Her cheeks beet-red, Jean tried to hide her face in the crook of her love's neck but he thought otherwise as he turned them over and softly pressed her into the sheets, his shadowed eyes filled with gentle laughter as he looked down at her with a mischievous smirk.

She had been surprised by Laura's counterattack and couldn't help but feel a little shy, strangely though there was no awkwardness as she gazed up at her love, his untamed dark hair giving him a breathtakingly handsome 'bedroom'-look.

The trust between them seemed inexhaustible, his love and longing reverberating in her very soul.

Still, Jean knew that if it had been someone else that kissed her with such affectionate intent and not Laura, whom Elijah shared a rather special bond with, his wrath would have been a sight to behold.

Elijah usually didn't seem to be the jealous type since he readily accepted her having close physical contact with her friends, but as perceptive and possessive as he was, he would not have allowed someone with different intentions to get close to her, Scott being a rather good example.

Jean knew that he adored her to no end since she could feel it first-hand but Elijah also considered her to be 'his', which made her feel warm all over since she likewise considered him to be 'hers'.

As such, she wasn't quite sure why they both reacted differently when it came to Laura, but she knew that they did. Even if she hadn't felt it that strongly at the beginning but after getting closer to the rather wild-hearted girl, Jean had started to view Laura's interactions with Elijah with different eyes.

She had also started to understand how rare and precious Laura's trust really was as the dark-haired beauty hardly ever let her guard down for anyone else besides Elijah.

And now that Jean had just felt Laura's feelings for her transform into something so incredibly tender and affectionate, the girl's natural mental barrier having vanished as a subconscious reaction to the utter trust and comfort that Laura felt towards and around her, she hadn't quite been able to process this.

This wasn't too surprising since she had never found herself in any similar situation, the already complicated relationship between them taking on a whole other level of complexity.

All those thoughts though quickly turned to smoke when she felt Elijah's lips fall onto hers, his tongue diving in between her lips and starting a slow dance with her own tongue while his large hands ran up her sides until his warm palms gently cupped and kneaded her breasts, making her moan and arch her back.

A delightful shudder went through her form when she felt her love's groin press down into her lower body, her legs wrapping around his waist as his wide frame surrounded her protectively.

Their lips parting for a moment, her small hands came up to caress Elijah's cheeks as she breathed heavily against his lips, feeling one of his hands move back down her side and grab her behind, the other one lovingly brushing over her cheek, his fingers buried in her flaming locks.

Elijah's desire, much like her own, violently stirred up the ambient psionic energy, filling it with a strength that would paralyze lesser telepaths as he sheathed himself in her warm core with one powerful thrust that had her moaning and trembling at the sudden intimate connection.

She could see his muscles tense in a beautiful display of strength after his clothes had gone up in flames, her shirt having been left unharmed. Her subconscious obviously wanted to uncover his masculine beauty, the perfect contours of his muscles a breathtaking sight to behold.

Looking up with bright and vulnerable eyes as she felt his hard shaft inside her like satin-wrapped steel, the pulsing heat an echo of the indescribable intimacy that they shared at this moment.

Her nerve endings were set on fire with pleasure, her body in heavenly bliss while she felt Elijah's love deep in her soul, burning with an indestructible dark light that promised nothing but devotion.

Their lips and tongues soon continued their sensual battle, his taste and scent dominating her senses while every touch of his drove her closer to her peak.

His shaft continuously pushed into her sex with gentle force, her hips undulating to meet his deep thrusts as she couldn't help but want to feel him as deep inside her as possible, desiring to feel his length and hardness conquer her thoroughly.

It wasn't long before she cried out in bliss, which only made her love pause for a moment as his lips wandered along her jaw and over her graceful neck, showering her with tender bites and kisses while simultaneously leaving behind intimate marks on her pale skin.

By the time she cried out for the third time, Elijah finally joined her in her orgasm and she couldn't help but shudder and mewl while she felt his hot seed rush into her core.

Her limbs were still trembling while he wrapped his arms around her and took her with him as he sat up.

Panting with sensual exhaustion, Jean clung to her love, buried in his embrace, their bodies still connected intimately, her right hand gently caressed Elijah's bare back while her other arm was wrapped around his neck and tenderly combed through his dark locks, her lips brushing over the side of his neck while she felt loved and protected beyond any way for her to describe.

"We will definitely be late.", Elijah remarked dryly but she could hear the roguish smirk in the undertone of his voice and couldn't help but giggle exhaustedly, snuggling even closer to him.

His strong arms wrapped around her, her love carried her into the bathroom where he just stepped into the shower with her, his hands moving to her perky bum as she finally pulled off his oversized shirt that she had been wearing still, unhesitatingly revealing her naked bust to him before she felt his lips fall on her bare shoulders a moment later, warm water running over her heated skin.

…

Looking at the small piece of parchment the size of a business card, I couldn't help but raise a brow as I read the words written on it, my hair still a bit wet from the shower that I had just taken with Jean.

'Black Tea And A Game of Chess – The Ancient One'

The message was short and hardly informative but I still understood it as the invitation that it was. Shaking my head inwardly, I placed the small card back on the drawer while pondering about the reason for the invitation.

It probably had something to do with my recent actions that had been of the kind that the Sorcerer Supreme found difficult to just ignore without investigating at all.

I didn't mind giving the Ancient One an explanation though since she was one of the few people on Earth that I actually truly respected and admired.

“My love?”, Jean asked from beside me, a towel wrapped around her slender form, strands of wet hair clinging to her milky cheeks, shoulders, and neck, her green eyes bright and loving.

She looked like a youthful forest nymph taken straight from a fantasy story, her beauty simply beyond any human standard.

"It's from the Ancient One, an invitation.", I replied with an affectionate smile, brushing over her cheek with the back of my fingers, "I will just go and meet her after school."

"Okay.", she acknowledged with a mesmerizing smile before tiptoeing and softly pressing her lips against mine, leaving behind a cheeky bite on my lower lip as she turned away and moved in front of the tall wooden closet.

Dropping the towel, Jean slowly moved to step into a pair of white see-through silk panties. The way she pulled the thin fabric up her slender white legs almost had me growl as I watched her cover her perky behind with the transparent piece of fabric.

She threw me a quick look over her shoulders while she picked up the flimsy white bra from the drawer, her eyes glinting impishly as she smiled sweetly like a little she-devil.

Unwilling to ignore her teasing, I stepped up behind her, my right hand coming to rest on her abdomen and slowly moving up while I brushed aside her wet hair from her neck and leaned down to press my lips against her moist but warm skin.

Turning my kiss into a teasing bite, I heard her breath hitch and felt her tremble as she mewled ever so slightly, which was the exact moment I decided to strike and tickle her sides.

"Kyaah!", she cried out in surprise, holding her sides and jumping away like a quick rabbit.

Celebrating my success with a chuckle, I laughed while seeing her adorable reaction. She turned towards me, biting her lips, and while there was a pouty look in her eyes, she couldn't keep up the facade as she started giggling too.

Embracing her as she smiled like a blooming flower while still half-naked, I left a kiss on her nose before taking a step back and manifesting some clothes besides my boxers around my form.

"Hurry up and get dressed, Firefly.", I reminded her with a faint smile, knowing that there were barely ten minutes until the bell would ring, "I will go and prepare some stuff for breakfast, or we really won't make it to the first class."

We usually woke up at least an hour before school started since we liked to have some quiet time by ourselves before going to school, during which we normally prepared some lunchboxes together, for breakfast and the lunch break.

And to be honest, it wasn't such a rare occurrence for us to get a little frisky considering how beautiful she looked just after waking up, her fiery locks untamed and her eyes half-lidded. Jean was basically irresistible in the morning.

Though, full disclosure, this was kinda true for most of the day, and night.

At least I thought so.

Reaching out with my hand and mind, I called for Arya as I walked past her little home on the dark wooden drawer, and she appeared on my palm almost immediately even if her adorable yawn the next instant made it clear that she was still sleepy.

Placing her inside the high collar of my dark blue sweater, I felt her snuggle close and get comfortable as I left the bedroom and spotted Laura in the kitchen, cutting up some carrots and apples while listening to some music.

Her hair was done up in a tight ponytail and she was wearing a white hoodie under her black leather jacket, along with a pair of black jeans and dark green chuck taylors.

Like she always did, she wore no meaningless accessories, except the single delicate golden necklace from her mother and the grey stone ring that she had carved herself. It was the same for make-up, though her natural beauty alone was enough to charm almost anyone that looked at her.

I had felt her enter our place while Jean and I were still in the shower, so I wasn't surprised by her presence or actions since nothing on the whole school grounds, the whole state even, could escape my senses if I didn't want it to.

Taking a sharp knife from one of the drawers, I quietly joined Laura in cutting up some apples. And it hardly took more than ten seconds before she took out one of her earbuds and placed it in my ear with natural and practiced movements, a tiny smile drawing up her lips after she had done so.