Free Old Souls by P.A. Lupton

and nudged my legs apart. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he simply stared. The look on his face was more than hunger, more than simple desire. It was possession, mixed with…reverence. I couldn’t remember a time in my life anyone had ever looked at me like this.
    “Perfect.” He whispered. His eyes fixed on mine for a long immeasurable moment—like time had stopped while we were protected in this moment. His thumb stroked my cheek and lips, and not once did his eyes stray. Not for a second. It was the most profound moment of my life. I wasn’t a virgin, I’d had sex before, but never had I felt so connected to another person, and that was before he entered me.
    Slowly, he edged his way closer until finally, I felt him press inside me. He pushed his hips inexorably forward, filling me completely, while simultaneously taking my mouth in a blatant show of possession. It was pure dominance and had me kissing him back with abandon, surrendering completely. Eventually he broke the kiss and moaned. “God you feel good. So right.”
    He pulled out and hovered for a minute. “Stop teasing me.” I demanded.
    “Now who’s bossy?” He chuckled.
    I was about to give a smart reply when he thrust inside hard and I lost all ability to think. All I could do was scream, “God, yes!”
    He began a steady rhythm, and on every inward stroke I felt my inner muscles clenching tighter and tighter. Still, it was never quite enough. That is, until he lifted his upper body and I felt his hand reach between us. His thumb locked on with unerring accuracy to the exact right spot and started to move in small circles while he continued pumping into me. Sucking in a lungful of air, I shouted as every muscle in my body suddenly constricted and then released, throbbing uncontrollably. It was pure heaven.
    “That’s it baby, come while I’m inside you.”
    His words, so explicit and full of arousal, had me igniting in another climax as soon as I’d come down from the first. This one felt different, more powerful than the first. Every nerve in my body tensed and exploded again until I lost all control. My hands fisted the sheets and I couldn’t hold back my scream.  My body gripped him tightly, holding him inside me as I had the most mind blowing orgasm of my life. My entire body trembled from the force of it.
    “Fuck,” he growled, “that’s so good.” His movements stilled and he let out a long groan, trembling above me.
    After another endless amount of time passed, he pulled out slowly and collapsed on the bed next to me. We both panted as he cradled my head in the curve of his arm, arms and legs tangled.
    We lay like that, peacefully, for some time while he ran his fingers up and down my arm. Now that my brain wasn’t being scrambled by his drugging kisses and devastating touches, I had time to think again. I started thinking about everything that had happened the past few days, and I remembered the questions I wanted to ask earlier until we were sidetracked.
    “Mark, how were my powers activated?”
    His hand stilled and he said nothing for so long I thought he wasn’t going to answer, but eventually, he did. “Every single person alive has the potential to develop the powers we possess.”
    “How do you mean?”
    “At one time, every human being was born a witch. It was ingrained in who we were. Unfortunately, too many were unable to handle the gift. They cared nothing about balance and risked plunging our world into chaos.”
    His hands continued stroking me and he pulled me closer, kissing my forehead. I was so comfortable and content I almost didn’t want to hear any more, but he continued, and I needed to know.
    “There are three witches—brothers—the oldest in our history. No one knows exactly where they came from or how it all began—only that they were the first and they have always ruled over us. They maintain order and balance in nature. As one, their powers are the same as any witch, but the