Page 109 of A Bolt of Magic

“Hey, McColl. You came.” I turn to see Kian walking down the steps of the Great Hall, and my heart leaps at the sight of him. He’s grinning broadly, his whole face alight with joy and triumph. Relief floods through me so powerfully that my knees nearly buckle.

He’s alive. He’s safe. And from the look on his face, things went well. His jaw tightens when he sees Lydia.

“I should go,” Lydia says quickly, stepping back. “We’ll talk soon.”

“Yes, of course. Take care of yourself.”

“You, too.” She hurries away, leaving me standing alone as Kian strides across the square toward me. When he reaches me, he sweeps me up in his arms, spinning me around as his laughter fills the air.

Then he sets me down, his gaze on Lydia’s retreating back. “What was that all about?”

“I’ll tell you later. How did it go in there?” I ask, even though I can guess.

“They agreed!” he says, his hands still on my waist. “All of them. We have an alliance…well, technically, I have an alliance, but it’s semantics. We actually did it!”

“Youdid it,” I tell him.

“We did it together.” He pulls me into a hug. In the next moment, he goes rigid, pulling away. I follow his gaze and see my mother standing in the doorway of the Great Hall, watching us with an unreadable expression.

“The carriage,” I say quickly, taking his arm. “We’d better go.”

We climb into the waiting vehicle and ask the driver to take us back to our temporary home. As the carriage lurches into motion, Kian is practically vibrating with excitement, talking rapidly about the meeting, the plans they made, the future he can now see clearly.

“I can’t wait to let the others know. They are going to be thrilled beyond belief.”

“They will be.” I nod. “When are you leaving? Are we packing when we get back? If so, we’d better hurry. It—”

“No, no, no. Today is for celebrating. I will leave in the morning.” He takes my hand, squeezing it. “Unless you would prefer I leave right away?”

“I think one more night can be arranged.” I smile at him.

“Good.” He leans in and kisses me softly.

I kiss him back, forcing a smile as he pulls away. How can someone be so happy and so heartbroken at the exact same time?

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Kian

McColl is on her hands and knees before me, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as I grip her hips and move inside her. I plow into her tight heat. This angle allows me to go deeper, and every thrust draws soft gasps from her lips that make my blood sing.

Gods, yes!

“You feel incredible,” I growl, watching the way her body moves with each thrust. My hips hit her rear with every hard movement. Her breasts sway and jerk beneath her. The sight of her like this, so open and responsive, nearly undoes me completely.

Her inner walls grip me like a velvet fist, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back in my head. The sounds she makes, the way her body seems to have been made specifically for me.

“Kian!” she gasps, pushing back against me. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Her hands fist the blanket.

As if I could. As if anything in this realm or any other could make me pull away from her now.

I lean forward, my chest against her back, one hand sliding around to find the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. The moment my fingers make contact, she cries out, her whole body shuddering.

“That’s it, love,” I murmur against her ear. “Let me feel you come apart.”

She cries out as her muscles tighten around me as her release builds, and I can feel my own climbing higher with each stroke. When she finally crests, screaming my name as her body convulses around me, I follow her over the edge with a roar that seems to shake the very walls.

Magic erupts from where our bodies are joined, flowing from her into me like liquid lightning. Every nerve ending in my body fires at once, the sensation so intense it’s almost painful in its perfection. The orgasm doesn’t just center between my legs; it radiates through every inch of me, from the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feet.

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