Page 67 of Siege of Blood and Betrayal

His hand slides between my legs and he quickly finds my clit. I’m swollen and slick with arousal and when he rubs the pad of his fingers over it, I drop my head back and close my eyes. “Yeah, that’s the spot.”

He slicks his fingers into the moisture of my folds at the same time he rubs his thumb over my clit. “You’re not just wet, beautiful. You’re dripping for me.”

Yeah, I am.It might be embarrassing, except there’s something about the way his touch zings through my cells that tells me he’s just as crazy turned on as I am.

Who knew squire magic could be so fun?

I decide to test that theory and reach between us, wrapping my fingers around the stiff shaft of his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, rocking into my hold. “If your hand feels this good, I’m going to lose my mind when I sink inside you.”

“I’m losing my mind now. Come inside me.”

He shifts forward, sandwiching me between the towel and wall at my back and the wall of muscled perfection at my front. “A gentleman gets his lady off first.”

I writhe against his fingers, riding them as I stroke him from base to tip. “I’m no lady, Tucker. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“As you wish.” Losing his hand stroking my clit is a tragedy, but he soon grips both my thighs and lifts my legs open around his waist. He pins me against the wall and a moment later, I’m sinking onto the most exquisite cock I’ve ever taken inside me.

Inch by delectable inch, he fills me, stretching me, as the magic we share dances in my cells and lights me up.

Another rush of arousal warms my core, and he groans, using the moisture to slide deeper.

“You feel incredible,” I breathe, my head spinning.

“Right back at you,” Tucker grunts, thrusting his hips to nail me against the wall.

I grip the corded muscles of his shoulders and ride the wave of pleasure as my pussy throbs, squeezing his cock. A breathy moan escapes my throat, and I rake my nails over his skin. He drives faster and deeper and I can’t take it.

I arch off the wall as my orgasm hits and my insides grip and pulse, milking his perfect cock.

“Oh, angel, I can’t…” Tucker’s hips lock and he throws his head back, and then the magic dancing between us goes wild.With each surge of cum filling me, another wave of bliss hits. It’s beyond pleasure.

It’s magic.

I’m lost in the shared release and it’s a good thing he’s as strong as he is because him holding me up is the only reason I haven’t melted into a puddle of orgasm bliss at his feet.

Breathless and panting, I collapse forward and lay my head on his shoulder. “What the hell was that?”

Tucker wraps his arms around me and staggers back until his naked ass is perched on the bathroom counter. “I don’t know, but I say we do it again.”

And again. And a few more times after that.

I’m about to say so when something inside me shifts. It’s a strange, disorienting feeling…

Tucker tenses. “What? Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

I wriggle in his arms, and he eases out of me and sets me down. The towel we used is on the floor, so I scoop it up and wrap it around myself as I jog into the upstairs hall.

I curse the moment I realize what it is. “Zane is gone. He and Huntley have gone off without me. Hurry, get dressed.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Zane

The lights in the PATH hum overhead, illuminating the bustling crowd of commuters moving through the network of stores and corridors. They seep along in waves, heads down, focused on getting home after a long day of work.

Suits and ties blend with casual coats and bags, the rhythmic shuffle of feet and high-heeled shoes tapping the tiled floor to create an urban heartbeat.

The smell of food courts, coffee shops, and the faint whiff of cologne hangs in the air, but none of it matters to me.

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