Page 36 of Blood and Magic
We were at the edge of a cliff that stood atop Blackfoot River. The woods sprawled in either direction, the rocky basin beautiful this time of day, as if painted by the Gods. He caught his breath and moved forward, his hands on his hips as he took it all in.
“I used to come up here right after it happened.” I didn’t need to tell him what it was. Nearly dying could be the only it in my life. While his back was turned, I kicked off my shoes and peeled my shirt over my head. I shimmied my shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them. “It’s the best spot for cliff jumping.”
“Wait, what?” He turned to me, but I’d already made up my mind.
I sprinted forward, digging my toes into the cliff’s edge before throwing my body off the safety of land, free-falling into the abyss below. My stomach whirled, and wind rushed through my hair, every ounce of my soul weightless and boundless. Electricity shot through my veins, culminating in my fingertips and toes. When I hit the water, the cool, refreshing splash made me scream. It had been such a hot day, and riding in the sun on the back of Mill’s bike offered a decadent contrast to the plunging caress of the river.
“Wooo!” I let out a tremendous shout when I surfaced, glancing up at Mill, who still stood on the top of the cliff.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He threw his hands up in the air.
“C’mon! It’s fun!” I laughed and paddled around, treading water while I waited for him.
“There’s no way I’m doing that,” he said. “You’re out of your mind.”
“What good is life if you’re stuck in one spot all the time?” I floated on my back, reveling in the comfort of the way the water cradled me. “Don’t get shown up by little ole me!”
He seemed to consider that before turning around and walking away from the edge. I thought I’d lost him, that he’d left me alone to climb back up by myself, but a few moments later, his half-naked body hurled off the cliff, arms flailing, legs kicking. He landed in an enormous splash a few feet away, coming back up for air with a gasp.
“Yay!” I swam over to him. “You did it!”
“Fucking hell.” His wide eyes hinted at how shocked he was.
“Not so bad, right?” I laughed and flicked water at him. “I told you.”
He shifted his attention to me, his features twisting into a mischievous scowl. “You are a terrible influence, Maeve Vanderbilt.”
Mill swam closer, reminding me of a shark that had smelled fresh blood.
Squealing with delight, I tried to get away from him, but it was too late. He grabbed me by the shoulders and dunked me under, but I tickled his ribs, and he dropped his elbows to try to cut me off. When I resurfaced, he shoved water at me, which caused me to push a giant wave back at him.
He laughed, truly laughed, and my entire body trembled at the sound. I loved that sound, almost as much as I loved his eyes and his lips and his generous soul. Ah hell, I’d crushed on him for so damned long, almost nothing about him disappointed me.
This time, when I splashed him, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me closer. I didn’t know why I did what I did next. Maybe it was the welcoming look in his features. Perhaps it was the undeniable buzzing between us. Perhaps it was because I wanted to know if he felt the same way I did, or if he really thought of me as only Guin’s little sister. He had called me beautiful. Regardless of the why, I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the back of his neck and pressed my mouth to his, colliding our lips in a glorious display of adoration.
They were soft and delicate, much more than I thought, given how gruff and insolent he pretended to be. I moaned into the contact, using my tongue to coax his lips apart. When he growled and pulled me closer, I smiled into the contact. God, I loved when a man took control. He twisted his fingers into my hair, holding me tight while I consumed him.
I licked and lapped, wrapping my legs around his waist so the softest part of me rubbed up his hardening cock, growing more prominent the longer we made out. I scraped my nails over his scalp, and he responded by dragging his fingers down my back to my hips, where I rolled against his pelvis, urging him on, frenzied for more contact.
It had been so long since I’d been with someone, weeks and weeks, and being pent up in my mansion made things worse. He needed only to give me one iota of consent, and I would pull my undies to the side, yank down his boxers, and impale myself on him right here in the Blackfoot.
Muscles trembling, I reached down in between us, stroking his impressive cock, and he hissed, moving his mouth down my jaw to my throat, nipping at my skin while I stroked him.
“Mill,” I whimpered. “Fuck me.”
Every reason not to still lingered between us, but coming off the adrenaline of the jump and the playful teasing, we both got caught up in the moment. He made a noise low and deep in his chest, half purr, half growl, and he moved one hand to my cunt, cupping me under the water, digging his strong masculine fingers under my panties.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he said. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” I said, biting my way down the column of his windpipe. “Please. I want you. Please. Please.”
With his free hand, he grabbed my throat and squeezed, causing me to startle and meet his gaze. I could have sworn flecks of red sparkled in his mahogany irises, but that was my imagination playing tricks on me.
“You promise not to run off the side of any more cliffs?” He dragged his decadent tongue across my mouth, sending shivers straight down my spine to my clit. “You promise to be a good girl?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, I promise. I’ll be your good girl. I swear.”
He narrowed his increasingly obsidian eyes, and some small part of me screamed that I should be afraid. I should run for my life, but I didn’t. I pressed closer to him, yanked his massive dick out of his boxers, and ran the tip over my vulva, sliding it through the wetness he’d been so proud of.
