Page 21 of Mistake of Magic
Shade’s teeth flash, and he leans down, his tongue flickering mercilessly against my bud. Once, twice,stars. Each tiny lap of his tongue shoves me an inch closer to the edge of an abyss. His teeth graze the spot his tongue just visited, and I shout, my voice echoing through the chamber.
“Tight,” Shade growls, lifting his head as a second finger enters me. A third. Pulling out, Shade spreads open my sex, positioning his dripping cock at my opening. His eyes grip mine.
My heart speeds in anticipation. An intoxicating mix of fear and need seizes my lungs. I try to grip the stone with slick hands. It will hurt. I know it will. The first time with a man always does, and the sheer size of Shade seems impossible to accept.
“Lera.” My name on Shade’s lips has me pressing into him without thought.
He thrusts, the length of him filling me, striking deep inside.
I gasp at the perfect fullness, even as a ripple of pain pierces my flesh.
Shade stills, his hands suddenly cupping my face, his eyes blazing with a feverish need. He pants but stays motionless. “Did I hurt you, cub?”
“No. Yes.” I shudder. Shade’s hardness inside me fills an emptiness I never knew existed even as it stretches my tender flesh. “I...”
His eyes widen, their golden irises flashing in the dim candlelight. “It is your first time,” he whispers. “Stars.”
“Don’t stop,” I say.
“Never.” He rises above me, one hand gripping my backside and lifting me off the stone, his other hand finding my apex and rubbing in a way that chases the soreness into a pulsing need. Pleasure washes over me in slowly growing waves until I ride up against Shade again, urging him back into motion.
His eyes glaze over, his nostrils flaring as he pulls back just enough to thrust obligingly, the great length of him sliding along my slickness. He thrusts again. Again. Harder. Faster. His cock pounding, the wet slap of flesh against flesh echoing through the cavern. His thumb flicks against my bud until I’m panting and moaning so loud, I can’t catch my breath.
Each slam of him ripples through me, each vibration more powerful than the last. His fingers move quickly along my sex at the same time, building my pleasure until I shout. Beg. “Shade...” Just saying his name is a struggle. “Please. Shade!”
“Wait for it,” he pants. “Soon.”
“I can’t,” I whimper, waves of pleasure cascading through my core, hot and gripping, tingling down the length of my slick thighs.
“Almost.” He pulses inside me, his cock fuller and harder than moments ago. “Come for me, Lera,” he commands, his thumb skimming across my nub one final time. “Come now.”
Pent-up sensations crash through me like an avalanche, my body tightening in a glorious agony that has me shouting Shade’s name as he shouts mine, his thick warmth spilling into my belly. Gasping, I feel my backside collapse back down onto the shirt-covered stone, echoes of energy still rippling through my body.
“Cub.” Shade breathes harshly as he wraps his arms around me, lowering me back into the tub to cradle me against him. His hands run over my back and thighs. I rest my head on his hard chest, listening to his heart pounding in rhythm with mine, our breath and hearts the only sounds for a long moment.
“Are you very sore?” he asks quietly.
I nuzzle my cheek against his warm skin. “It was exquisitely worth it.”
He places his palm just below my abdomen and a magic as soft as a spider’s silk caresses me, sinking into my body with a soothing sigh. “Better? You need not worry about offspring with a fae and human. There is that too.”
“There are undeniable advantages to having a knowledgeable and experienced healer wolf around.” I grin up at him, frowning as I catch his jaw tensing at my words.
“There are disadvantages to having one of those around too,” Shade whispers, suddenly avoiding my eyes.
“Like what?”
“We’ll discover soon enough, I’m sure.” He rubs his hand over his face. “Whatever stupid things I do in the next while, just know that I’m sorry.”
13
Lera
Iwake to a pleasant soreness, rays of sunlight pricking my eyes. The white sheets of my soft four-poster bed are cool against my cheek, and small puffs of warm, wolfish breath tickle the back of my neck. Last night’s adventures are a warm haze in my core, and I little remember getting back from the baths. As for what we did in that hot spring... My body tingles in memory of last night, the corners of my mouth tugging up as I reach to brush the wolf’s fur.
“You know what’s nice about this morning, lass?” Tye drawls from the doorway. Letting himself into my bedchamber, he strides casually to the very same windowsill that Shade vaulted over in yesterday’s escape and perches himself atop it. Tye’s long fingers interlace behind his head, his biceps bulging under a thin white undershirt. His red hair is mussed, his silver earring glinting in the sunlight.
“What?” I say warily.
