Page 10 of Wild Ivy
“Who said we have to go back to yours? I’m game right here.” I smirk.
“With all these students watching? Huge pass.”
“The forest then,” I murmur and take her hand, pulling her across campus with her jeans undone, my dick aching to get wet just for a few minutes before we have to fix the world.
5
BRAM
Panting,I stare at the canopy of leaves over my head as my back aches from hitting a stone large enough to be called a rock.
“Are you going to give in yet?” she asks.
“Are you going to tell me who is kicking my arse first?” I rasp, getting to my feet in one fluid motion.
She smiles, slowly and seductively, and lashes out. Her power hits my chest, and again, I find myself flying backwards, this time to hit a tree and slide down it as my lungs struggle to catch up.
She strides over, lifting her long, flowing black dress up and sits on my lap. She grinds down on my cock, rotating her hips. Her hands go into my hair, and she tugs viciously. “Give me back my power, you fucking arrogant dick.”
I grab her wrists, snarling as I try to push her off me. “I don’t have your fucking power, you psychotic bitch.”
She laughs, the sound like broken glass in a blender. “Oh, but you do. I can feel it thrumming under your skin.” Her nails dig into my scalp as she brushes her lips over my temple. “Give it back, and I won’t eat you alive.”
“Even if I did have it, I wouldn’t know how to give it back,” I growl. “Now get the fuck off me before I make you.”
Her eyes flash dangerously. “You think you can take me, little fae? I am Morrigan, the goddess of war, death, and fate. Even with my stolen magick, you are no match for me.”
Well, shit. No wonder she’s kicking my arse. I curse my parents to the ends of the realms and back. That book they gave me, clearly wasn’t just any old fucking book. I summon that power, but it feels different - wilder, harder to control, like itwantsto get back to its mistress.
Morrigan’s grip tightens painfully. “Last chance. Give me what’s mine, or I’ll rip it from your corpse.”
“I told you, I don’t know how!” I snarl, bucking my hips to try to throw her off.
She hisses in frustration, her power flaring around us. I feel it probing at me, searching for something. Suddenly, her eyes widen.
“You really don’t know, do you?” she murmurs. “Interesting.”
Before I can respond, she crushes her mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. I struggle like fuck to get away from her, but she is too strong.
“Oh, you fucking cocksucker,” Tate’s voice rings out beside me.
His snarl is enraged as my gaze shoots up to his even while I’m being half-mauled to death by a kiss.
“Gereroffme,” I mumble.
He frowns as he can see, thank fuck, that I’m not in this position willingly. He reaches for Morrigan, but she holds out her hand, stopping him in his tracks, and continues to suck the life out of me. I squirm underneath her, but she clamps her thighs, keeping me still. I close my eyes, knowing she is trying to drain all the magick out of me, mine, hers and whoever else’s might be lurking. I feel the magick coalesce inside my guts, andI brace myself. The snake awakes, coiling in my belly, and it launches up my throat and into her mouth.
Horrified, she scoots back, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Tate is released from her magick and slams her back to the ground with his crackling black magick.
She hisses and glares up at him as the snake rears up, moving slowly from side to side like a cobra ready to strike. Then, in a bizarre turn of events, Morrigan stands down. She keeps her stare on Tate, but he doesn’t let up the hold he has on her.
“You are messing with magick you have no business containing, warlock,” she says.
Scrambling to my feet, I glare down at her. “And you had better keep your fucking hands and tongue to yourself in future.”
She smirks. “Nice serpent, wildling. But this isn’t over. You won’t keep my magick. You are not equipped to deal with such power.”
“Doing okay so far.”
