Page 100 of Blood and Magic
“That’s saying something for someone who’s died and come back to life twice,” I admitted with a small laugh.
“Hmm.” He pulled one of my legs up to his shoulder and kissed the inside of my calf, alternating soft pecks with open-mouthed bites. “That smart mouth of yours will get you in trouble.”
“I thought my mouth was one of your favorite things about me.” I couldn’t help being a brat. It was in my nature, after all.
He struck like a snake, leaning over me to wrap a hand around my throat, his pupils dilating with a small crimson ring around the edges.
“And if you don’t shut it, I’ll give you something else to do with it.”
I bit my bottom lip, excited about the prospect. Everything Mill and I did together was amazing, but if there was one thing I loved the most, it was sucking him off. I liked to watch him fall apart because of what I could do to him. I loved his little moans and how he grasped my hair to position me where he wanted.
He worked his way down my body, nibbling at my neck before lapping over a nipple with a tiny nibble. I arched toward him, rolling my pelvis against the growing tent in his pants. Mill laughed and pulled away from me, grabbing his cock as he slid down the bed. Then he speared his tongue through my cunt and grinned.
“Hmm, already so wet?” He did it again, and I threw my head back with a moan. I couldn’t help it. Being a shifter came with the added benefit of slick, and it now dripped down the side of my legs, puddling underneath me as he continued to suck.
Nearly five orgasms later, after he’d had his fill, he finally resurfaced and prowled up my body with a slow easy grin. Evidence of his handiwork dripped down his chin, and when he kissed me, I tasted the combination of us in all of its resplendent earthy notes.
Not breaking eye contact, he reached between us and positioned himself at my entrance, sliding all the way in on one hard thrust. I surged off the mattress, but he held me still with his massive weight, dark eyes trained on my face. The first few thrusts were easy, and then he slammed against me, pounding me into the mattress, filling every inch of my cunt and soul. I sensed he was getting close to his own climax, the heavy weight of sensations rattling between us like unhinged fireworks.
“Are you ready?” he said, pulling his lips back over his canines.
“Yes, do it.” I tilted my head to the side, giving him more room, and when he bit me, I blasted into another reality. His teeth sank into the spot between my shoulder and neck, right on the scent glands, and our magic pulsed, cementing into place. It wasn’t like any other time he’d pierced my skin. This permeated with magnificent brilliance, like my entire life had been leading me to this one moment, like everything was suddenly so right and free and perfect.
When he pulled away, his lips bloody and teeth gleaming, my instincts took over. I leaned up and sank my canines into the same spot on his shoulder, impregnating my saliva into his body. His scent flared, his body convulsing as he emptied into my cunt, his knot expanding into place.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s amazing,” he groaned, his breathy sighs adding to my own ecstasy. Was there anything better than turning a powerful man to mush? I didn’t think so.
The tether between us snapped taut like a tightening guitar string. I sensed it pulsing, twisting around my soul and extending into his. He collapsed on top of me, his heavy weight like a blanket, making me feel secure and loved and precious.
“I’ll never stop wanting this,” I said, running my fingers up and down his spine. “I’ll never get over how amazing we are together.”
He leaned up and brushed hair out of my face before pressing tender kisses to my mouth and nose. “Thank you for saving me, Maeve.”
I smiled and shook my head as an untenable wave of adoration crashed into my heart. “No, Mill. Thank you.”
I’d grown so much since he first came back into my world. I’d once been reckless and rash. I’d once thrown myself into dangerous situations just to feel the rush of life under my skin. And while I wouldn’t necessarily give up some of my favorite pastimes, I had to admit—Mill had a point. I needed to care for myself as much as he needed to do the same. That girl who clung to life had found a reason to pause…to slow down and take things one at a time. I hated what had been done to me, but with time, I hoped I’d become grateful for it. I appreciated life in a whole different way now.
We fell asleep wrapped in each other, our legs and arms tangled, our bonding scents thick and heavy with sex. I didn’t have any nightmares that night, thank God, but something pulsed inside my chest around two a.m. that had me sitting up with a gasp.
At first, I thought it was just aftershocks of what we’d done together. The mating magic lingered like a shot of good whiskey, making my limbs tingle and my head dizzy. But no, this was different. This was an ancient knowledge pulling in my gut, something rare and primal.
Ava.
I reached for my phone to check my messages, but I didn’t have any from her. And just when I started to call her, my fox told me to stop. Something was happening, but it wasn’t bad.
No, I sensed her the way I did Guin or Sol, deep in my bones, wrapped in my magic.
“Maeve?” Mill asked, sitting up next to me so he could kiss my shoulder. “What is it?”
“It’s Ava,” I said. “I think she just went into transition.”
Mill met my eyes with a serious gaze, and together we came to the same realization. She was in Paris.
And the only one with her, the only one who could help her, was Lycan.
Epilogue
MAEVE
