Page 64 of Magic and Muffins

He growled softly.

“None of that in the hallway. In we go.”

With a nudge, she pushed us into the room. We both stumbled and reached out to steady ourselves on each other. That simple contact shattered what restraint he’d been holding onto.

He was there, touching me. Kissing me. The slide of his tongue against mine was unlike anything I’d felt before, and I moaned into his mouth.

“Oh, I found that relic you mentioned, Shepard,” Effora said, sounding far away even as I felt her hand trail over my back. “You know, the sex relic at the house your friends went to. I confiscated it. So, thank you for bringing it to my attention.”

She unclasped my bra through my shirt.

“That should feel better, doesn’t it?”

It did. My skin felt so hot and tight. I needed all my clothes gone and a few dozen orgasms.

I reached for Shepard as he broke off the kiss to pull my shirt off. The air on my skin felt so good that I moaned. He returned to my mouth, ignoring my loose bra in favor of my lips as his fingers threaded through my hair, coaxing me closer.

“Oh my,” Effora gasped, sounding delighted. “You are well endowed.”

He ripped his mouth from mine to growl savagely at her, and I drunkenly noted her hands on his pants. The button was undone, and the zipper was calling my name. In a trance, I eased it down and palmed his hard length.

The pained, desperate sound he made before he focused on my mouth again barely registered.

“It seems my abilities, enhanced by my ring and the power of the relic, are enough even for you to lose control, Shepard. I think I just discovered the fae version of Viagra. One hit, and you’ll stay hard for hours.

“It’s a pity you chose her, though. We could have been good together. I hope she’s worth it.”

“She is,” Shepard breathed against my lips.

“Then take her. I can feel what you want. Show me what it's like for a wolf to mark his mate.”

“Show me,” I echoed, mindlessly tugging at his shirt.

I needed more skin contact. His hands needed to be everywhere. So did what he was packing. My hand slipped into the waistband of his underwear and wrapped around his heat. He groaned into my mouth, and the next thing I knew, we were lying on a pile of cushions.

“I need you,” he rasped.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“I can’t…it won’t…”

“Stop fighting it,” Effora said. “If she’s truly your mate, she will accept everything you are. Even the animal side of you.”

Shepard snarled at her and looked at me with gold eyes.

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

I nodded even as I realized it would never feel that way. I needed him too badly.

He stripped us of the rest of our clothes, flipped me like a pancake, and pulled back on my hips until those were up in the air. He bit my ass cheek roughly enough that I gasped and arched my back. His fingers swept through my wet folds before he positioned himself and thrust into me.

I cried out in relief and fisted the pillows as he set a brutal pace. What lingering awareness I had of the room and our audience faded completely.

Occasionally, I would hear Effora’s voice, but her words didn’t register. Sometimes, her touch did, especially when Shepard drew me upright from behind and she brushed a fingertip over my nipple. When he bit into my shoulder, she touched my clit to help me through the pain with an orgasm.

After that, though, the only thing that existed was Shepard and his ravenous appetite for me. We had sex on the pillows until they were damp with our sweat, then against the wall, then on the rug with me on top of him, then in the bed.

It went on forever. I was thirsty, and my bits were starting to chafe, but I couldn’t stop reaching for Shepard.

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