Page 33 of Hers to Claim

Cisco laughed and whirled her around to face him, leaning down so his face was close to hers. “Whichever works.” He drank in her mouth with a long, filthy kiss that had her clinging to him in moments. When magic tickled lightly through her once more, he pulled back with a rumbling purr. “There we are, magic right back where you started so you can still work.”

He led her to the office, which was embarrassingly close. Inside, Pricilla was sitting in her usual seat, avoiding eye contact and blushing just a bit, and Dante sat on the other side of the desk with a knowing grin aimed directly at Mari, confirming they were definitely aware of what had happened.

Cisco leaned down to kiss her cheek and slipped his hand up her dress to give her ass a fond squeeze at the same time. “Lunch. My office. Bring as many friends as you like.” He walked to his desk without looking back. Despite what he’d said earlier, he pulled the French doors shut behind him so the magical shielding between the two offices slid into place.

Pricilla stared after him for a moment and then cleared her throat before she looked up at Mari. “I hope you don’t mind that I invited Dante this morning. I wanted to see if we can figure out what’s happening between you two.”

“No, that’s fine.” She tried to clear her head and found it extremely difficult with the way Dante was watching her. “Though I don’t know how much help I’m going to be with that. I wasn’t in control at the time.”

“Oh, I can assure you that you definitely were,” Dante flashed her a dirty smile. After a significant pause, he turned to Pricilla and continued, “I can tell you that she doesn’t use ties or weaves the way most sex witches do.”

“Really?” One dark eyebrow lifted. “What does she do?”

“I don’t know. It’s like she just reaches inside of me and takes it.”

It made Mari uneasy when he described what she did that way, though he truly didn’t seem to mind. He gestured Mari closer and she walked toward him though she didn’t know what he intended.

When she arrived, he took her hand and set it on his chest over his sternum. With a grin, he lowered their joined hands until they were low on his abdomen, a few inches above his crotch. “Right here. Her magic just coils around mine and tugs. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.”

The swirling sweetness of his magic curled under her hand. A distant part of her awareness she had no name for took notice. The intensity of its appraisal made everything around her come into sharp focus. “You’re like cotton candy,” she said with wonder filling her voice.

Dante squeezed her hand and let out a delighted laugh. “Only if you put me in your mouth I won’t melt away.” He winked before becoming slightly more serious. “Even just with your hand on me like this I can feel my magic straining for you.”

Mari closed her eyes. She reached out with her magic and stroked along his. When he groaned in response, she couldn’t keep the satisfied smile from breaking across her face. Sherepeated the light touch and even though she didn’t move her hand, she felt his hips rise in response.

“Holy shit,” Pricilla said. She didn’t sound concerned, just surprised, but Mari pulled back all the same.

Mari had already decided she was going to beverycareful on her journey down this path. She needed to maintain control over whatever this was at all times. More than anything, she was frightened of using her magic to force someone else or overpower them. Sometimes the things she did felt a lot like coercion.

“You okay?” she asked as she looked Dante over.

“I’m good.” He smiled up at her. “I promised I’d tell you if you scared me and you haven’t yet.”

She glanced toward Pricilla. “Did I do something wrong?”

Pricilla shook her head. “No, I’ve just never seen anyone do that without weaves.”

Mari frowned. “Like the weaves we use for shielding? I don’t use anything like that with my partners. Until you showed me how, I’d never used them at all.”

Pricilla chewed on her lower lip for a moment. “I had assumed you used something like them. All the sex witches I know do.” She took a breath. “What you just did in a couple of seconds usually takes around five to ten minutes to set up, depending on the witch.”

“The part where I touched his magic?” She waited for Pricilla to confirm before she continued, “I don’t know how to explain how I do it. The first time it happened it was with Cisco. I just…felt his desire and reached for it, I think.” She didn’t know how to articulate it any better than that. It was as natural to her as breathing.

Dante reached for her hand again and pulled her closer. The wild and sensual presence of his arousal rose up and demanded her attention. Without thinking, she stroked his power with thespreading tendrils of her magic. He nickered low, lifting his chin and offering her his complete surrender. He was there for the taking, wanton and pliant, and there was nothing she wanted more in the entire universe right now.

Mari stepped over him to straddle his lap, smiling when he quivered under her. How was she still so horny after all she’d gotten up to this morning?

Distantly, she felt Pricilla put up her magical shields. There was a reason that should have concerned her, but she couldn’t remember what it was because the molten heat of Dante’s desire pulsed under her, the scintillating touch of his magic danced along her skin.

She lowered herself into his lap and claimed his upturned mouth, pressing her tongue between his parted lips. His hands slid to grip her thighs, fingers digging into the muscles there.

As the arousal rose inside her, she felt the scathing heat of Dohal’s regard. Shadows crowded her vision, sweeping in from the corners of the room to surround her.

Dante’s eyes tilted up and behind her, widening with surprise just as time slowed around them. She rocked her hips to grind against his hard cock.

Hot fingers tightened around the back of her neck. “You’ve been busy this morning, bavi,” Dohal murmured as he leaned over her. “Yet you’re still so hungry.”

The seething hunger clawed at her. “Why?” Her question came out as a whine.

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