Page 22 of House of Malice
Without giving her a break, Blaze climbed back up and kissed her. The taste of her on his lips made Alecto dizzy.
When he slowly slipped inside her, Alecto thought she might lose her mind. The physical sensations mixed with the feelings in her chest were so intense. Too intense.
“You.” Blaze thrust slow and hard. “Were.” Another hard thrust. “Made.” Thrust. “For.” Thrust. “Me.”
Alecto’s whole body was going to explode. She dug her nails into his back, holding tight as if that would help.
Suddenly, Blaze’s weight was off her. Alecto opened her eyes, but before she could even react, he grabbed her hips and flipped her on her stomach.
His weight pushed her into the bed as he thrust into her from behind. One of his hands slipped under her, finding her clit. And the other hand gripped her hair at the back of her head.
Alecto fisted the sheets and buried her face in the mattress to stifle her moans and screams that were growing louder the harder he thrust.
Blaze pulled on her hair, lifting her head. “No, baby. I want everyone here to hear your screams as you come around my cock.”
It didn’t take long for Alecto to cry out from pleasure, the muscles in her body tensing. The wave went on and on, racking her with each thrust until Blaze was spilling inside her.
Breathing heavily, Blaze said into her ear, “I want you coming from my cock, my mouth, or my fingers like that every single fucking day.”
Completely spent, Alecto only hummed in agreement and wiggled her hips.
“And look at that,” Blaze said and chuckled. “Still thirty minutes until your lecture.”
10
Blaze leaned against the wall of the building and lit up a cigarette. In his free hand, he held two cups of steaming-hot coffee. It was already dark outside, and Alecto’s lectures would be over at any moment. Her last lecture was about acting, and Blaze was curious to hear who would be replacing Norse.
After he took only three drags of the cigarette, the door to the auditorium opened, and witches streamed from the building. Alecto’s blond head shone in the crowd, and Blaze whistled to draw her attention.
When Alecto turned and their eyes met, Blaze could read the surprise in them. Alecto walked over to where he stood.
“Are you stalking me, Leveau?” she asked, placing a palm in the middle of his chest.
Right underneath her palm, Blaze’s heart thrashed against his ribs. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck rose, as if an electric current had just zipped through him. It happened every time Alecto was near him.
Blaze tipped his head to the side. “Is that something you’re into?”
Alecto smirked. “Depends on who’s the stalker.”
Blazed handed Alecto a cup of coffee, leaned down, and kissed her. Then he draped an arm over her shoulder and led them down the pathway farther away from Venefica.
Walking with her by his side like this felt so liberating.
“We can arrange something,” Blaze said. “I’m not against creeping around, watching you.”
Alecto looked up at him with a little smile. “You are a pervert.”
“Only for you, andonlyif you ask me. Nicely.”
Of course, Alecto elbowed him on the side immediately.
“Was that nice enough?” she asked, innocently batting her eyelashes.
“Nice enough to get punished for.”
Alecto giggled, and it was a joyful, satisfied giggle that revealed to Blaze just how thrilled Alecto was about the idea of getting punished.
Blaze pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. They reached the middle of the campus grounds, where the statue of Venefica’s founder stood. It loomed over them, shrouded in the darkness, and it made Blaze feel uneasy.
