Clairvoyant (Spells and Sins)

5. Chapter 5

I’m in the Far Away.

At least, that’s what I call it. It’s dark here. The trees are so tall, I can’t see the tops.

“Why do you keep calling for me? What do you want?”

I turn around to see the woman I saw in my vision. Long black hair frames her face and falls down her shoulders.

“I want nothing to do with that house. I want nothing to do with you. Please, leave me alone. You summoning me with your power is pissing me off.”

I hold up my hands in surrender. “I’m not trying to do that. I’m Quinn Rune. I was sent to the house—”

“—I know why you were sent to the house. I heard you. I’m torn between that prison and this one for the rest of eternity. I. Don’t. Care. I can’t help you.”

“Can’t or won’t?” I ask, taking a step forward. “I’m not here to hurt you, but I want to uncover the truth. There’s a dark entity in that house, isn’t there? Are there others like you trapped there? All I want to do is set you free. That’s all. I entered a room with a crib and felt your sadness. I knew the only way to talk to you was to astral project.”

“Don’t you dare bring my daughter into this. Don’t. She’s gone. He killed her.”

“He? Who? Who is it? I need to know so I can banish them.”

“You can’t!” she yells so loud, it echoes through the Far Away.

“Why?”

“He killed my baby,” she whispers, crossing her arms. “He killed her. I tried to stop him, but he hated her ability. The same one you had. The ability to talk to us, the dead.”

“I don’t understand. You knew this man?”

“You know him too,” she states, cocking her head to the side. “You really don’t know?”

“No. I don’t. Please, inform me.”

She narrows her eyes at me, her eyes roaming from my head to my feet and back up again. “The man you are looking for is no ghost. He is half-wizard, half-demon, and has been haunting that house for centuries. He lives among the people, but he cursed that home. He kills any family who dares to move into it. He scares anyone who wants to spend the night. He gives them the fear they crave.”

“But why? Why him? Why that house?”

“Because he killed his family in that house and their bones are in the walls. Renovations can’t happen. Anyone who risks tearing down that house will be killed.”

“Why would he kill his family? How do you know this?”

“Because he likes to tell his story before he kills. He likes everyone to know why. Anyone with the power you have is always a target. Every family who has ever lived there had an ability like you and they are all dead. Whoever sent you there, sent you to die.” She turns her head over her shoulder as if she hears something. “I need to go.”

“No. Wait! What’s your name?”

“Katherine. Katherine Rune.”

“Rune? We’re related?”

“Quinn, all clairvoyants are related. It comes from one bloodline. Why do you think they are trying to stop the bloodline from existing at all? We hold immense power. Power even the Arcana Guild is afraid of. We have the power to bring an army of the dead to life. You need to leave that house immediately. Do you understand?”

I nod, trying to wrap my head around what she is saying.

“The enemy you seek lives among you. He is not a ghost. My daughter needs me. She’s crying. Goodbye, Quinn.”

As she turns, she disappears.

“No! Wait. Katherine!” I shout, looking for her in every direction. “Katherine!” She’s nowhere to be found and I’m alone in the Far Away.

I have to get back.

“If I were you, I’d hurry up and get out of here.”

I gasp, twisting around to see a skeletal figure leaning against the tree. “I don’t mean any trouble. I need to get back to my body.”

“Oh, I know that. I know. I’m Lorcan, by the way. You’re resident Void, if you will. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He bows, one hand across his stomach, the other behind his back.

“Um. Hi. I’m Quinn.”

“Quinn.” He grins. “I like that name. Anyway, you have a unique ability that spirits are drawn to. It isn’t often they can hitch a ride out of here. It’s rare, and it is difficult, but you give them easy access. Your kind are the only ones that can come and go as you please. Clairvoyants are a salvation in this world. You don’t have much time before you’re stuck here forever. You don’t have that kind of energy. To protect yourself, don’t come back.”

“Is that a threat?”

He gasps, placing a hand against his chest, and scoffs. “As if. I’d never just threaten someone. Look at me. I’m way too handsome for that. I’m warning you. I’m trying to help you. This is not a kind place. This isn’t a vacation. Your scent will be here now and they will search for you. Stay away if you want to live.”

“What if I need to come back? What if I need answers from someone who is here?”

“Regular humans don’t get that luxury, Quinn. Sometimes having no answers is the solace the mind and soul need to heal. Stop looking for pain when peace is so easily obtained. Now, go. Shoo.” He gestures with his hands for me to leave. “Go on. Get.” He begins to whistle as if I’m an animal.

“Excuse you.” I stumble backward as he comes closer.

“Nice meeting you, Quinn. Tootles.” He snaps his fingers, and I’m gasping for air, bolting into a seating position.

“Quinn? Quinn! Can you hear me, Stardust? Are you okay?”

Rough knuckles caress my cheek. “Quinn? It’s me. It’s Beckett. Your twin flame.”

The fog of astral projecting lifts, allowing me to see and feel reality around me. “Beckett?” My voice is hoarse and raw like it always is after going to the Far Away.

“Hey, Stardust,” he whispers, giving me a sweet, slow smile. “Where did you go?”

“The Far Away to talk to the woman I saw in my vision downstairs.”

“Did you see her?”

I press my hand against my head and nod. “She gave me so much information. I need to talk to Rian too about this. It would save time to tell you both at once.”

“Rian had to leave. That dark entity attacked her, scratched her up pretty bad.”

“Oh my God. Is she okay?”

“She will be. Don’t worry. I’m more worried about you. What happened?”

“I’m related to her. The woman who died here. Clairvoyance runs in my bloodline. Only my bloodline. They have been killing my family for years because they are afraid of us. The spirit who hurt Rian isn’t a ghost. He is a man who is part demon. All of his victims over the years are in the walls of this house. You can’t renovate it. She said he will kill anyone who lives there.”

“Then we need to go,” Beckett says, helping me to my feet.

“No. We can’t. There are so many trapped souls here because of him. They need me. All they have to do is—”

“—Walk through your body and they will find peace. I know. I’ve done this with you a million times, remember?” That crooked smile he gives me melts my heart.

“I know, but we have to stay. We have to help them.”

“How can we help them if they won’t talk to us?”

“I don’t know, but something needs to change. Either we help them or we stop the man who is doing this.”

“Then we stop him,” Beckett says. “The spirits have been through enough, right? Let’s go for the source. How long do you think it will be before he returns? I dumped basically an entire jug of holy water on him and he burned.”

“He will need to heal from those wounds. It will take him a few hours. Holy water is unfriendly to spirits with bad intentions. He probably has burn marks all over his body and is in a ton of pain.”

“Good,” Beckett growls, cupping my face in a tender hold. “Because any man who dares to hurt you will feel my fucking wrath, Stardust. Do you hear me? I don’t care what I have to do. I will protect you with my very last breath and I will travel the stars, find you again, and protect you all over again.”

I lean into his touch, never wanting us to search for one another ever again. “I want us now, though. I don’t want to talk about a time when we will search for each other again. I want our plans now, Beckett. I want your peace. I want your strength. I want your children. I crave your love even when I’m not searching for it. Why can’t I just have it now? Why can’t we live our lives the way we want?”

“Because someone doesn’t want us to have it.” His eyes fall to my lips. “And I will fight every step of the way to make sure we do, but if I fail, can you promise to remember one thing?”

I sniffle, giving him a slow nod.

His fingers have a stern grip on my chin. Applying pressure, he forces my head up. “Look at me, Stardust.”

I blink away the tears, my bottom lip trembling, frustrated.

“You are the reason I am a dreamer because you are and will always be my dream. The instant my heart stops beating and my eyes close, you are still my endless sleep’s dream. You are and will forever be, My Stardust.”

“Beckett.” My forehead rocks against the middle of his chest before I place a kiss right above his peck.

His hands travel up and down my sides. Every finger glide sending heat and sparks through my entire body. I lean back when he grips the hem of my shirt. His eyes have questions as they search mine and in reply, I lift my arms above my head.

Beckett groans, tugging my shirt free. The room becomes charged and heavy with lust. His pupils blow wide. His breathing becomes rapid as I reach behind my back and unclip my bra, then slip the straps down my shoulders.

“Are we alone?” he asks me, his body shaking with need.

I glance around the room, noticing two adult women in the corner. When they see me, they gasp before disappearing into the walls.

“Now we are.”

With a primal growl, he pushes me against the wall, wraps a hand around my throat, and kisses me within an inch of my life. He rips the bra from my hands, tossing it behind his back.

“Fuck, but I can confirm you are better than any dream.” He crashes his mouth to mine, rough, desperate, and demanding.

One hand cradles the back of my head while the other applies the slightest touch to my neck. His fingertips are light as a feather drifting down my chest. Goosebumps arise in the wake of his touch.

He breaks his kiss, my lips tingling from his affection, and he drifts them down my neck. “I love how touch-starved you are for me. All this time, no one has been able to experience just how soft your skin is. That’s because every inch of your skin is all for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Beckett,” I moan, tilting my head back until it thuds against the wall.

“Every. Single. Goosebump,” he whispers into my ear, grazing his skill-calloused fingers over the same spot on my chest, “is mine because you are mine, Quinn.” He finds my nipple, tweaking it between his index finger and thumb.

I gasp, whimpering from the simplest pluck.

“So reactive. Do you know that in every lifetime,” he sucks my earlobe into his mouth then lets it go with a soft pop, “that you can only have my touch? That you are starved for me? After thousands of years of being reborn again and again, it never fucking gets old having you for the first time.”

I reach out a hand, cupping his cock through his jeans, and he groans. He’s hard and thick, pressing against the zipper. He is begging to be set free and who am I to stop him?

But he grips my wrist to stop me.

I gasp for air, trying to form one singular word to ask why he stopped me.

Instead, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Not here,” he says. “There’s nowhere for you to be comfortable while I make you mine.”

I kiss his neck, igniting another throaty moan from him. “The bed,” I reply, regretting my decision as soon as it slips out of my mouth.

He barks a laugh, squatting down to grab my shirt and bra. “Both of us would catch diseases on that old thing. No way I’m laying your beautiful body across that disgusting, dirty, infested bed.”

“But first,” he says, gently setting me on my feet. With that crooked smile I love so much, he tosses my shirt and bra on his shoulder. Beckett tugs my leggings down my legs, never breaking eye contact with me as he lowers himself to one knee.

He pulls one side free, then the other, adding my leggings to the pile on his shoulder.

“You are beautiful,” he appreciates, kissing just below my belly button. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.” Beckett takes two fingers, slipping them between my legs, and rubs them over my panties.

I grip his shoulder, whimpering when his fingers hit my clit for a moment before pulling back.

“Millenias to learn your body and in every lifetime, the sounds you make sound better as time goes by.” He strokes me through my underwear again. “You’re so damn wet for me, Quinn. You need me, don’t you?”

“I always do. I always will.”

Beckett slips my underwear off me, bringing them to his nose.

“Beckett,” I whisper in a shy, bashful way.

“I can’t help it. You always smell so fucking good. You know what I have to do, right?”

I roll my lips together, knowing he is about to tuck them into his pocket because that is what he has done in previous lives.

My heart leaps when that slighted smile is directed at me as he shoves them into his back pocket.

“You know I always need a souvenir.” His palms glide up my legs, his hands nestling in the curves of my groin, and his thumb teases my lips. “Eternity will never be long enough to taste you.” He lifts my leg onto the shoulder that doesn’t have my clothes. “Look how gorgeous you are. Such a pretty pussy and I can’t believe with all the time that has passed us by, that somehow, she still belongs to me- that you belong to me.” He presses open-mouth kisses on my inner thigh, then flattens his tongue, licking me to the crevice just before getting to my aching cunt. “I fucking love your flesh, your body, your fucking soul. I’m so addicted. It’s no wonder I always come back to search for you. How could I live without such a goddess?”

“Beckett, please. Please, just take me. I can’t wait any longer for you. I’ve waited enough.”

“I don’t plan to make you wait. Why would I punish myself?” He buries his face into my pussy, inhaling until he no longer can. “I need to smell like your cunt every day for the rest of my life.”

I run my fingers through his hair, my throat dry as I try to regulate my breathing.

“I guess that means I’ll have to feast every morning to have your scent on me, marking me, claiming me, and then when I lick my lips, I’ll be able to taste you.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and I cry out, curling my body over his head.

“Beckett! Oh my God, Beckett. You have to stop. I can’t handle this. It’s so much.” His touch is overwhelming me, since it’s more than I have ever had before.

He doesn’t listen. He grips my ass, pulls me forward, and buries himself further between my legs. He has to be smothered. There’s no way he can breathe, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Beckett moans, the vibrations adding stimulation to my clit. I toss my head back, crying out to the empty room. His fingers find my wet entrance. With ease, he slips two inside me, filling me for the first time.

For so long, I was afraid of touch that the thought of touching myself seemed exhausting and not worth it. Now, I never want to go a day without Beckett doing exactly this.

Two fingers deep. Mouth sucking my clit harder, his teeth giving the slightest nibble. My knees become weak and my thighs tremble.

He curls the digits inside me, moving them at a steady pace. A light sheen of sweat breaks out over my entire body. Heat rises to my cheeks. The feeling of floating overcomes me, my mind numbing to the pleasure Beckett is giving me. I stare at the ceiling, my ears ringing from how loud I’m screaming his name.

I explode, my orgasm rushing through me so hard I fall forward. Beckett catches me by wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me.

“Beckett. Beckett. Beckett,” I chant so loud, I know the ghosts in this home heard me.

He hums, dragging his fingers free while his tongue becomes deviant. He licks from front to back, diving into my hole. I cup my breasts, teasing my nipples from his extra attention, and I never want him to stop.

Beckett stands, his mouth wet with my desire. He sucks the two fingers into his mouth, his eyes locked on mine.

“Look what you made me do, Stardust.” He slides his damp fingers down his chest until they stop at the top of his jeans. Flicking the button, he tugs his jeans down, and his cock bobs free.

It’s soaked with his own come.

“Your orgasm made me come untouched.”

I fall to my knees, ignoring the discomfort of the hardwood floor. Pressing my palms against his thighs, I lean in, flicking my tongue out to taste him. He hisses, fisting my hair in his hand.

“Are you going to suck my cock, Stardust? Suck me until I tell you to stop.”

“I’ll probably be bad at it.”

He bends down as far as he can, tightening a hand around my throat. “As long as it is your lips on me, there’s no way it could be bad. Hurry up, Quinn. I want to be inside you and I don’t know how much longer I can be patient.”

I grip the base just as he lets go of my throat. The head is a dusty pink; the slit oozing come from his previous orgasm. The crown is wide and flared, the shaft nearly meeting the head’s girth. There’s a blue vein underneath and I trace it with my tongue, not wanting this to be over.

Memories of what he has liked through the years come back to me and my confidence returns. I suck the crown into my mouth and he shouts, pulling my hair so hard, my eyes water.

Even still. All I want is more.