Page 20 of Mistake of Magic
Lera’s fingernails raked his shoulder. “Stop talking, Shade.”
“No jumping on me,” he ordered, punctuating the rule with a flick of his fingers against her pulsing sex. “No wandering hands. And no testing my control over my instincts.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “I promise you, there is very little left to test there just now.”
She nodded quickly, likely ready to agree to just about anything to make his hand move again. “Not. Fair.”
Shade chuckled, his cock pulsing as he held her there, riding that knife’s edge once more before loosening his hold.
He should have known better.
He truly should have, considering that the girl he was holding had stood up to the Elders Council of the Citadel only yesterday. Lera was no cub. And she didn’t take well to orders.
Shade’s eyes widened as Lera seized the moment his arm loosened to twist around and leap, wrapping her legs around his waist. Shade’s arms gripped her backside reflexively to keep them both from toppling over in the waist-high pool. His mouth opened in a startled protest, but she was ready for that too. Opening her lips, Lera claimed Shade’s mouth with hers until his cock throbbed painfully against his too-tight breeches, and all thought narrowed to a screaming, fiery need. Until it washimready to whimper and beg.
Stars.
One moment, Shade was certain he’d had her as taut as a violin string, his hand rushing through her blazing sex at his will.
And then, as fast as a bloody viper, she’d reversed it all.
Lera’s hands tangled in his hair, her legs wrapping around his bare waist, her breasts full and so close to his mouth that he’d have taken her nipple between his lips if only they weren’t currently occupied with hers. Whatever thoughts Shade’s mind had still managed to hang on to exploded to shreds that little cared for anything but what was before him.Whowas before him.
His mate.
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My body blazes as I wrap my legs around Shade’s hard waist, my hands twining through his thick black hair. His soft lips and hard hands claim me, my tongue tracing his dangerously elongated canines, my heart pounding against my ribs. The water’s slightly sulfurous taste tangles with Shade’s earthy scent, drowning out the world.
Shade’s calloused hands cup my backside, strong fingers digging into my skin. I can feel him, his hardness bulging against his breeches and pressing against my aching sex. He did this, kindled this flame that now consumes me. This mind-churning need that glazes over my eyes, these jolts of desire that make my thighs quiver, this abyss of frustration. My fingers curl against Shade’s shoulder, my fingernails digging mercilessly into his flesh.
Mine,my body screams. My male. My fire. My time to take.
The only sounds are harsh breathing and trickling water.
It drips from our bare skin, the moist air tickling my face, my neck, the tops of my aching breasts, as Shade walks us to the edge of the pool, never taking his mouth off mine. His pants are heavy with wetness, and I shove my heel into the waistband as he sets me on the pool’s lip, laying my discarded shirt down to soften the smooth stone.
Unwrapping one hand from Shade’s neck, I reach for his hardness, bearing it so roughly that he growls against my mouth. Stars, Shade is large. Hard and wide and so long, I can little understand how the male can even wear pants. The vibrations in his chest race through me, alerting each nerve to the male’s claim. My breath quickens in response, blood rushing to my thighs, my core, my sex.
I bite his lip, rejoicing in his sudden wakeful jolt.
Gripping my sides, Shade shoves my back onto the stone while he remains standing in the bubbling pool. I tighten my legs around his waist, greedily watching water slither down his heaving chest, the grooves of his muscled abdomen, the narrow cut of his hips. He kicks his pants away. His cock rises hungrily, so tan and velvety smooth that a small moan of impatience escapes my throat. His beautiful face is intense with focus, its angles looking carved out of warm stone in the candlelight, his golden eyes glowing. My backside tightens, pressing harder against him as his hard cock brushes my dripping slit.
Shade’s eyes flash, his nostrils flaring with a feral intent that sends another bolt of lightning through me. Bracing his forearms against my knees, Shade breaks my legs’ hold on his waist with one strong pump of his hands and holds my tingling thighs open before him.
The sudden rush of air against my swollen sex is an agony of deprivation, and my body roars, already feeling his phantom fullness. I buck.
Shade bares his teeth. His eyes narrow on my slick opening, the tip of his tongue brushing his teeth hungrily. He pushes my thighs wider, making it impossible to so much as clench the aching lips of my sex. I writhe, my hands and heels digging into the stone, my hips bucking as my body seeks a way to reclaim its grip on his.
I don’t see Shade’s hand move until I feel a sharp slap against my raised backside, the crack of his palm against my wet flesh echoing through the chamber. I cry out as prickles of fire explode over my skin, spider-webbing through my flesh. Before I can close my thighs, Shade has my legs up on his shoulders, his hand rubbing away the lingering sting. The heat radiating from the male makes the hot spring seem chill in comparison.
Shade’s fingers run the length of my slit, the slick, steady pressure making me moan. The fingers stop.
So does my breath.
Locking his eyes on mine, Shade plunges one finger inside me and rotates it leisurely. My eyes widen.
“You,” I demand through gritted teeth. “I want you. All of you, damn it.”
