Page 25 of Harbinger

It was supposed to have been the beginning of something incredible.

But I was obviously missing something.

I needed to know more.

The secrets involved in her heritage. Artifacts, symbols, ancient texts. If I could do this and unlock the greatest power in the universe, I would be completely unchallenged by anything or anyone.

And that was worth everything.

I fisted my hands down at my sides.

I just hated when things didn’t go according to my well-crafted plans.

But with Ariana’s magic, there were more layers to it than I was used to there being with any other magic-wielder’s power. It was rooted in something far deeper and much more complicated because of the Celestial aspect of it. I’d thought that, with her having only ever lived on this mortal plane, that it wouldn’t be much of a factor, all the while she was rooted here, but that had clearly been an oversight.Or, perhaps, something had changed recently. Like her reaching magical maturity. Did the Celestial Plane now have a greater hold on her?

Fuck it.It was one thing countering her magical influence against me personally, like I’d been able to do twice now, but this… messing with the heart of her power and its full potency while separated from her control and will, too, and in its purest form, was another thing altogether.

I needed to continue my experimentation with my special ability against her, while also looking into this now as well. Doing so in a sexual way like I did with Nyx was the safest way. The only other alternative was having her unleash in a violent manner, which was far too dangerous given her raw power. Not to mention, she’d never go in for doing things that way, with her hangups about losing control.

I’d actually been surprised that she’d gone in for the sexual aspect.

Fuck, had she… it had been incredible.

“Mmm, there it is. So fucking slick. So fucking needy.”

“Yes…”

“Good little slut… succumb.”

She’d completely surrendered to being sexually dominated by me.

Not just dominated, but degraded.

I hadn’t intended to take it that far.

I’d planned on approaching it mildly, but we’d just… brought out something in each other. As soon as I’d seen how much she’d taken to me calling herslutand tormenting her, things had taken a turn.

“Fuck, yeah. Choke it down. So fucking filthy and depraved. Keep going. Eat my fucking cum while you leak all over the floor and hump the fucking thing like a bitch in heat.”

“I… I can’t. It’s… too… much.”

“Beg me to sink these thick fingers inside your ass and I’ll stop the device and feeding you more cum.”

“I hate you.”

She thought she hated me, but that was beyond bullshit.

She hated that she got off on what I did to her. She hated what I brought out in her sexually. And how much she fucking loved being my dirty little slut.

I shoved my hand through my hair and sucked in a couple of calming breaths as I found myself getting hard far too easily just from recalling that night.

It had been several days since we’d had any contact, yet what had happened was still so fucking fresh, still deep in my head… and other places.

It wasn’t normal for me to be impacted emotionally by anything or anyone.

The only exception was Nyx and the friendship we’d developed, the fact that I’d actually let myself care about him and to help him with his complicated set of needs.

But this thing… whatever the fuck it really was… with Ariana Martel, was much more unstable than that.

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