Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

“Kas, this is where you live when you're not with us?” Julia asks, looking around my apartment in the packhouse in awe.

“Yep. This is it," I smile asI take a couple of boxes out of her hands, “ What’s your home like when you aren't at Mavri Magea apartment?”

“Well, it’s basically a bunker,” she frowns, “I can't have a whole lot of flammable items. Just the necessities.” I give her a compassionate look, “Maybe soon, I can help you hone your ability. Get a better control over it?”

“I would love that, Kas,” she smiles before she steps back through the portal to get more containers of baked goods they have prepared using my recipes. I look at the clock on the wall, four thirty p.m.

“Alright, ladies, time to wrap it up. I'll take it from here and I'll see you all soon,” I clap my hands, giving everyone a hug before they climb back through the portal in my bedroom.

When the last of the Mavri Magea disappears into the white circular light, I wave my hand and recite the incantation to close it. I rush out to the kitchen, flick some flour onto my sundress before I unpause my BLACKPINK playlist and uncurl my

hand, releasing Diane and Tyree from their frozen positions and go back to icing the cookies in front of me, humming and dancing to the music. Diane drops her hands to her sides and looks around, “Oh, my. Did we really bake this much today, Kas?”

“Yeah, it can pile up really quick. What can I say? Time flies when you're having fun, Diane,” I shrug with a smile, “Don’t worry, Bronx and I will deliver it all to pack members. We always find it's a great way to connect with them. Especially if I go a little overboard and have enough baked goods to go around. Maybe he'll agree to do it tomorrow even though we are supposed to stay in the apartment.”

“A little overboard?” Diane asks. She nods in disbelief as she realizes just how many containers are around the apartment. She was so pleased this morning when I asked her to order supplies from the kitchen so she and I could bake instead of me sleeping all day, taking it as a sign I was feeling better. Poor Diane didn't know it was partially an act. I mean, 1am happy I got to spend the day with her, but baking all day was really just a vehicle for my plan to get started.

I vaguely hear the door and smell Bronx’s dark chocolate and coffee scent, but I'm so engrossed in the details of the cookie I’m decorating, I don't even hear Diane say goodbye or Bronx come into the kitchen.

I know he must be mad. He has asked me not to use my abilities on pack members before unless it's an emergency. I take advantage of his forgiving mood to tell him about my worries of needing more time and about letting Lex go for a run when my guards are all back on duty. He gives me a little pep talk about the time we have left in

mean you're feeling better?” he asks with a smile when he pulls away from a comforting hug. I close my eyes when he smooths my hair away from my face. His hands feel so warm and gentle against my skin, I can't help but lean my head

than I have in almost two weeks,” smile back. I let my hands wander under

forward to slide the cookies on the counter behind me away. He moves his hands under my ass and picks me up, setting me gently on the counter so we are closer to eye level. He kisses me

the whisper light touch of his mouth against my

as he lets me lift his shirt, exposing his hard tattooed chest and chiseled abs for me to admire. I toss the shirt on the floor and he continues where he left off, pulling my dress over my head and onto the floor with his shirt, kissing my collarbone down

panties and slips his fingers below. I gasp as I feel his palm press against my clit and his fingers move toward my core, slipping inside me in one smooth movement. He slides my panties off with the other hand, tossing them to the floor with my dress. I lean back on my hands and moan with a

to let myself release so soon, but it feels so good all I can think of is wanting more. I feel my hand move on top of his, trying to press harder against my most sensitive spots, but I can’t

My breaths hitch when he finds my most sensitive spot and concentrates the movement of his hand in slow, rhythmic circles. I unbuckle his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and move my fingertips inside his boxers. He leans into me as massage his cock with one hand, feeling it grow larger and harder with each stroke, and

neck right below my ear, “Cum for me. Cum on my hand. Put on a show for

speed makes my breath turn heavier, responding to his movements. "It feels so good,” I moan as! let the sensation relax and excite me at the same time. I look into his eyes when I feel him getting harder in my hand. They flash black for when Saint tries to come to the surface. It makes me more excited

him brings me to the edge of control. My back arches as ! get closer to my climax from his hand. Bronx takes his other hand and

muscles relax. He pulls his hand out from between my legs and licks my juices from his hand. I wrap my legs around him, but he stops me and grabs me by the hips, turning me over so I'm bent over the countertop with my legs dangling off the ground. When his hard cock presses against me from behind, I feel myself gasp and my body involuntarily

to,” he says apologetically and leans forward, nuzzling my cheek, "Let's go to

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as takes his time when he enters