So Rare (Boys of South Chapel #3)

38. Sione

Chapter 38

Sione

THEN: Winter, Year Two Menstruation Phase

“My period started.”

Hunter shuffles toward the bed, her soft features marred by a pained grimace. I sensed the discomfort when we were working in the kitchen, then again as we got ready for bed.

Her aura is drawn suffocatingly tight around her subtle body, brushing right up against her tan, freckled skin. Her energy shield is so weak it’s nearly transparent in some places.

She pulled the Nine of Wands when we worked with my deck earlier this week. In retrospect, the impending battle and need to pause makes perfect sense.

We’re in my room now, both freshly showered and ready for bed after a long evening deboning chicken and cooking matzo balls for Mamaia. Tourism season is over, but the group of three couples who rent out the entire compound for a few months each winter will be here soon. Most guests who come to Villa Viola want authentic Italian cuisine. These guests have come for decades, staying so long and so often that they’ve sampled every meal Mamaia knows how to make. Apparently, her matzo ball soup is their favorite, so we’ve been making huge batches of it ahead of their arrival.

“How do you feel?” I sit on the edge of the bed and open my arms.

She comes to me with ease and sinks into my embrace.

Some of Hunter’s cycles are physically harder on her body, while other months, the emotional turmoil and intrusive thoughts are what wreak the most havoc.

I want to help. I want to heal .

What ails the beautiful being in my arms, though, cannot be completely relieved by a single methodology or treatment plan.

I’ve spent hours upon hours researching PMDD and alternative methods to alleviate the symptoms. Ultimately, I’ve concluded that the poison is the antidote; the chemical reactions affecting her brain and body aren’t just ailments: they’re clues. Universal nudges.

If she’s more tired than usual, she needs sleep.

If she’s more irritable than usual, she needs space and permission to go inward.

If her uterus is cramping and her body aches, she needs heat and comfort, massage and orgasms—anything that will alleviate the intensity of her body’s contracting, spasming physiological response to the onset of her period.

The poison is the antidote.

Whatever she needs, I will give it to her. However I can support her, I intend to.

I can fetch her a hot water bottle from the main house if the physical ache is her main complaint. We can meditate together, or I can just hold her if her emotions feel out of control.

“Mahina,” I urge, desperate to help but needing her feedback and consent. “How do you feel?”

“I’m okay,” she sniffles.

I balk at the blatant lie, reeling back and pinning her with a frown.

“Well, not okay,” she amends. “But this feels… the same way it usually feels. I’ll be fine,” she says hollowly. Then, directly into my bare chest, she murmurs, “I just didn’t want you to be disappointed tonight.”

I still, waiting for her to expand on that statement.

When she doesn’t, I clear my throat. “What do you mean?”

She pulls back, her uncomfortable grimace clueing me in to the heart of the issue.

Our physical relationship may have started as the slowest of burns, but over the last few weeks, it has erupted into a blazing inferno.

She’s insatiable. I’m voracious.

We seek each other out each night. We make love before bed, in the early hours before the sun rises, sometimes even during our afternoon break.

Now that my sexuality has been fully awakened and I’ve experienced the limitless bliss derived from connecting my body with hers, there’s no place else I want to be. When I’m not buried inside her, I’m thinking about being buried inside her. It’s an honor and a privilege to pleasure the physical container of her soul.

“You don’t want to make love tonight?” I keep my words even, despite the way my chest constricts at the very thought of not physically being connected to my soul match.

With the cutest wrinkle of her nose, Hunter says, “It’s not possible.”

Possible? Of course it’s possible.

“Anything is possible, but we don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable or you think it could exacerbate your pain. But if staying in here would be a comfort to you, I would prefer it.”

I can’t imagine sending her back to her own room down the hall, knowing she’s hurting like this. If she wants or needs the space, I’ll grant her that illusion of privacy. But that doesn’t mean I won’t stay up all night and sit outside her door.

She’s quiet as she contemplates. Too quiet, and for too long.

Throat tightening, I run a hand down her back. “Mahina…”

Her voice is small and shaky when she speaks. “You would… have sex with me tonight? When I’m on my period?”

I scoff at the doubt she harbors. “You speak as if it would be a hardship. I can assure you—it wouldn’t be.”

She smiles up at me then, and I cannot resist pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “There’s not a day, night, time, or place where I don’t want to be buried inside you.”

She cringes. “It’ll be messy.”

Grinning slyly, I run my nose against her jawline, then leave a little path of kisses from her ear to her collarbone. “I’ll be sure to help the housekeeper change and wash the sheets tomorrow.”

She smiles against my neck. “You’re the housekeeper this week,” she says, the lightness in her voice restored. Then, a little less certain, she asks, “You’re sure?”

I seek her lips with mine and kiss her with all the tenderness I possess, then press harder, silently asking to be let in.

When she opens for me, I caress her tongue with mine. She releases the softest sigh into my mouth. Before we can get too carried away, though, I pull back and answer her question.

“As sure as I am of the moon’s permanent presence in the night sky, I want to make love to you tonight. I want to slide between your blood-slicked thighs. I want to move inside you, stroking your core and connecting with your soul, until your walls quiver with a pleasure so intense, it wipes out all the pain.”

Situating back on the bed, I beckon for her to join.

“Undress, Mahina. Reveal yourself to me, and I promise to reveal the very best secrets of the universe to you.”

She rolls her eyes at the corniness of the line, but she scrambles to disrobe quickly anyway. I, too, remove my clothing. Then I gather my hair into an elastic and relax against the headboard.

She crawls to me, the sight causing my body to hum in recognition.

My cock throbs with an ache that can only be sated by her.

Her breasts swing beneath her, heavy and pink from her shower. When she positions herself between my legs, I home in on the apex of her thighs.

She is my first and final resting place. My home. The sanctuary where we both find our salvation.

“See?” She inhales a sharp breath.

I follow her gaze to where four or five drops of blood have already dripped onto the sheets below her.

“It’s gross,” she panics, worrying her bottom lip and searching my face.

I offer her the kindest, calmest smile. “It’s not gross,” I assure her. “It’s you. Your essence. One part of yourself that you only share with me.”

Guiding her body toward mine, I help her spread her legs wide and straddle my lap.

My abs clench with anticipation. My legs tense with eagerness.

“Let me care for you,” I whisper, guiding my shaft to her entrance and coating myself with the blood escaping between her folds. “Let me fuck you and hold you and make it all feel better, from the inside out, from now until eternity.”

Her delicate throat bobs as she swallows. Finally, she nods and rests her forehead on mine, then lowers herself onto my length.

Slickness and heat encase me. Comfort and wholeness surround me.

This sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It isn’t just physical. It isn’t even just spiritual. We connect on a cosmological level. Her soul matches mine, the two of us fusing together in a bond I swear will sustain through this lifetime and all still to come.

“Spread yourself wide and give it all to me,” I choke out as pleasure radiates up my spine.

She widens her legs, piercing herself on my throbbing tattooed cock.

“Now look down, Mahina. Watch us together. Watch how you paint me. Watch how I claim you. It was always supposed to be like this. You were always destined to own me, mind, body, and soul.”

Her head bows, and together, we focus on the sacred place where we’re joined.

When she rises to her knees, she exposes the blood-drenched rod I wield for her and only her. I hold my breath, waiting for her to reconnect us. I would wait forever for her. One lifetime will not be long enough to express the love and affection I harbor for this woman.

Placing my hands on her back, I guide her down until her thighs connect with my pelvis. Her body opens for me completely, and when she bottoms out, we moan in unison.

“Claim me, Mahina. Soak me with your blood the way you’ve steeped me in your soul. I was made for your pleasure. Use me and banish all the pain.”

Desperately, as if she finally is giving herself permission to relish in the moment, she grips my hair and tips my head back. She kisses me frantically, as if she can’t wait another second to take all I’m willing to give.

When she bites down on my bottom lip, I groan in pleasure, secretly hoping she’ll puncture the skin and draw blood. I want to bleed for her, to give her everything she’s giving me. I want to offer her the world and stay by her side through every experience.

As my desperation mounts and my arousal rises to unimageable heights, I take over. I need to deliver on my promise. I want her to feel so good she forgets all about the blood and the cramps, the fogginess and the backaches.

I hold her hips steady, reverently.

I thrust up inside her with slow, measured strokes.

Blood coats my cock, my thighs, her pubic hair, and low belly.

In all my travels around the sun, I’ve never witnessed a more beautiful sight.

“I can’t wait to see you gush for me,” I tell her, panting and thrusting with every ounce of strength I possess. “You’re so slick and warm already. Just wait until all our essence combines and drips out of your needy, pulsating pussy.”

“Close,” she cries, her head thrown back in pleasure.

I capture one nipple in my mouth, then move over and ravish the other. “Look at me,” I command.

She drops her chin, her eyes locking with mine. As her mouth forms into the most perfect O, I know she’s got to be right there.

Her inner walls tighten, choking my length so hard I can barely move inside her. As the first ripple of pleasure takes hold, I yank her down so we’re chest to chest and grind my pelvis against her clit.

“Coming. Coming. Coming,” she chants. As if I can’t feel her most sacred vessel pulsating around me like a vise.

I hold back and let her use me, clenching my abs and thighs, desperate to bring her every ounce of pleasure she deserves.

Once the spasms slow and her thighs melt against mine, I lift her up my body, holding her close and rubbing the length of my cock through her blood-soaked folds. My orgasm catapults through me, shooting off hot ribbons of cum that fall to the sheets below us.

Groaning, I settle back and resituate Hunter until she’s draped over me. Her body is soft and lax, warm and still.

“How do you feel now?” I drag my fingers up and down her spine, then circle back to trace her rib cage.

As I brush against her invisible tattoo, tingles course up my arm. I was with her when she got it. I held her hand as she endured the chair. The rib cage was a bold choice for a tattoo virgin, but my girl was sure and fiercely determined.

The UV ink makes the piece of art invisible, and there within lies the true magic of the permanent design etched into her skin. The tattoo is always there, yet remains hidden. Five moons in a row, in various stages of cycle, ever-present, despite not always being visible to the naked eye.

Her tattoo is identical to the moons inked along my rib cage, though my piece was created with bold black ink. It’s a physical reminder of the soul match we share.

Hunter yawns. “I feel amazing. Lighter. Spineless. Satisfied and hopeful.”

“As you should.” With a kiss to the crown of her head, I hold her tighter.

I want to make her feel just like this forever. I want to be the one who guides her through the darkest night and reminds her to chase the light. I want it to be me and her, in this lifetime and all the rest.