Page 28 of Magic Pussy

Particularly when Luke straddled her, and, all his weight on one arm, using his sweet and spicy massage bar, he worked all of her tense muscles, massaging her stress away.

Shit, he was good at that. One moment she moaned and twitched on her bed because he'd gotten to one super-tight knot and pressed down on it, the next, she moaned harder, because his finger was deep inside her. When he got to her shoulders, his dick was aligned with her pussy and slid between her thighs. He made small movements with his hips, pushing the hot length between her wet folds as his hands worked her shoulders, too.

She didn't think she could take any more, she was about to beg him to either stop or end her torment and fuck her when his dick plunged right into her. It was so big, but wet as she was, she took it all in with a releived sighed, her hips inching up to curve against him.

Luke never stopped massaging her shoulders as he moved his hips back and thrust in again, and again, and again, slow and deep.

She was starting to pant and needed him to go harder, faster, but he kept his maddeningly sensual slow rhythm, his hands now caressing, kneading her breasts.

She tried to move her hips to speed him up, but the asshole just stopped moving.

"This isn't how it works, sweetheart."

"How does it work?" she yelled almost desperately.

"You tell me what you want, and I make all of your desires come true."

Oh. Well, that was rather simple. And a girl could get used to that.

"I want you to fuck me fast. I want you to make me come."

"As you wish."

The shifter held on to her hips, and madly plundered her, harder, faster, deeper than anyone ever had. It was all too much, she didn't think she could take it, half of her wanted to beg him to stop, but knowing he probably would, she bit down on her tongue to prevent herself from speaking. She would have come by now, she should have. When her body had tensed that much, she'd gone over the edge, but she was still holding on, waiting for something, wincing in frustration.

Luke groaned behind her with one last, hard thrust that hit just the right spot and made her finally, finally reach heaven.

Her head on her pillow, breathing hard, unable to move, Rain saw stars. She felt cum drip down her leg.

That's when it hit her. Not the fact that he'd never used the condom; that was, in fact, normal for a shifter. They didn't get the same diseases as regular humans, and it was impossible for them to get a female pregnant unless they'd formed a bond. Or unless they were fated mates.

She dismissed her concerns, falling asleep happily. He'd just bought it for her benefit because she wasn't a shifter, and he hadn't known she was aware of their health technicalities. That was all.

Cleansing

"You really don't need to be here for this," she repeated nervously, and somewhat shyly.

Everything about Rain's demeanor since he'd asked what time they should head down to the bayou for the cleansing said that he very much should be there.

Apparently, all witches who intended to take part in the midnight ritual had to start cleansing themselves four hours earlier.

"'Fess up. Why are you so twitchy?"

She groaned. "Okay, so, we literally dance naked in a circle around a campfire, okay? It's embarrassing as it is."

Okay, so now he really had to attend.

Luke shrugged. "I've seen you naked, remember."

He would have sworn she blushed. She definitely remembered. Good.

"It's not like I have anything else to do, and Michelle has cleared me as a bodyguard, anyway. It might be weird if I didn't show."

She didn't protest, but Luke could see she wasn't happy.

Shifters were used to nudity and didn't make a big deal out of it. The witches of NOLA didn't really seem to mind either, if Luke was to judge by the eighty-something Ma Curtis chatting with a bunch of guys, entirely naked.

Rain, however, did mind. Very much so. She was adorably trying her best not to touch anyone, catch anyone's eye, or even speak to anyone.

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