Page 54 of Blood and Magic
Finally, the magic ebbed, and I inhaled her scent like a drug — flowers, caramel, and sun in the springtime. It pulled me under its spell, wrapping me in its supernatural strength like an anvil blanket. I crawled on top of her, positioning myself between her legs.
“Shhh,” I said, running my fingers down the side of her face. “Maeve, I’m here. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
She turned toward my hand and sucked my finger into her mouth, the sensation surging down my spine and into my balls. My cock had been hard most of the night, but now it ached with heaviness. I had to get inside her. I had to spill my magic into her body and sate this rising tide in both of us.
“It hurts. Please.” She opened her eyes and looked at me through the haze, her unfocused pupils glancing wildly around the room. “What’s happening to me?”
“You’re in transition, baby.” I took a deep breath, recognizing my bonding scent in the air, notes of cologne and pine and something distinctly me. It would warn off other males in the area, including the four in the ranchers’ quarters. They would sense her magic even though they were a hundred yards away. It would affect them, and if they wanted to keep their heads attached to their bodies, they’d stay the fuck away.
“Transition?” Her brows furrowed together. “I don’t understand.”
“Shh, relax. I’m going to help you.” I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, anywhere I could get to mark her as mine.
Mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
Then I brought my wrist to my mouth and pierced my skin, the coppery rush of blood exploding across my tongue. I placed the wound against her lips and sighed as she started pulling, sucking down my life’s energy, tugging my magic into her. I sensed it outside myself, swelling in her, starting to mingle with her own newly born instincts. She opened her legs wider, rocking her swollen wet cunt against my still-clothed cock, and while I let her drain my wrist, I pushed my boxers down to my knees and angled myself at her entrance, shoving inside with one hard thrust.
Maeve gasped and arched into the contact, digging her nails into my shoulders so hard, they left marks. I winced against the sharp pangs but kept going, unable to stop. Her pussy was so wet with slick, so warm and enticing, the rush of euphoria spread through my entire body, up my spine and over my scalp. Her mouth opened again, sharp little fangs now extended from her canines. She opened her eyes and they glowed a bright, luminous blue, like her human form but lighter, the color of the sky on a brilliant summer day.
God, she was fucking gorgeous, especially with all that crimson spread over her lips, trailing down her chin and neck.
“More,” she moaned, and I didn’t know whether she was talking about my blood or how hard I rutted into her. I brought my wrist back to her mouth so she could take more of my magic, and I thrust into her like a beast, like I was starved for touch and intimacy.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” I said. “You feel like bliss, like fucking heaven.”
“Yes,” she cried. “Please. More.”
Between the pull of her mouth and the tight embrace of her cunt, I couldn’t hold on for very long. Nor was I meant to. The point of the transition was to get as much of me into her as quickly as possible. When my orgasm threatened to take hold, I sank into it with a satisfying moan, burying myself as deeply into her as I could.
The muscle at the base of my cock expanded while I exploded, locking us together as undiluted pleasure pulsed through me. With my magic now coating the inside of her, the rush of her hormones subsided, and she relaxed against the mattress, her arms around my neck to keep me close.
“Mill,” she whimpered before kissing me. “You’re here.”
“I’m here, baby,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll see you through it. I’ll help you.”
That seemed to appease her, and she hummed before closing her eyes and succumbing to sleep again. I lay on top of her and brushed the hair out of her face, tracing the angles of her cheeks and lips with my fingertips, memorizing them, burning them into my retinas. I didn’t want to forget a moment, not a fucking second.
I, too, had been caught up in the trance. The transition magic dulled reality and warped time, making me dizzy with intoxication. By the time my knot loosened, the preternatural energy swelled up in her again, launching out of her soul in a potent force. It pushed me into the air, and I hovered there for a moment, suspended in the grip of its fury, and when it finally let me go, I slid down her body, kissing and licking her skin, consuming the sweat on her precious body.
But the real prize was between her legs. When I spread my tongue through her, I moaned against the delicacy of her slick mixed with my cum. It tasted like both of us, and that amplified the heady arousal brewing inside me. Wetness streamed out of her, and I lapped it up, swirling my tongue around her clit the way that had made her moan earlier in the night. She pushed her hips up to meet my face, and I gripped her ass to hold her in place, feasting on her, reveling in being the one who got to see her so vulnerable, who got to protect her when no one else could.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. “You taste amazing. I could stay down here all fucking night.”
She sank her fingers into my hair, scratching my scalp and fisting handfuls to hold me where she wanted me. I gorged myself on her, gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks, but that didn’t matter. Maeve bucked against me, riding out the waves of her pleasure as they crested and ebbed, rose and fell again.
I crawled on top of her, and she calmed down when I kissed her lips, lining my cock up at her entrance before sliding home in one fluid motion.
Fuucckkk, the connection flamed through my body like sinking into a warm bath, and when she wrapped her legs around my hips, changing the angle of her pelvis to take me deeper, I melted against her. She needed more from me, more blood, more magic, so I tilted my head to the side to expose my neck, and I grabbed her head to bring her to it.
“Bite me, sweetheart,” I said. “Go on. You need it.”
She moaned and sank her new canines into my throat, which should have been painful and terrifying. But under the influence of the tether between us, it sent shock waves of pleasure zinging through my veins. I moaned and fucked her harder, shoving into her, using my knees to spread her wider, to go as deep as I possibly could. She drained me, and I relished it.
My magic sparked outside my body, deep within her, and our emotions combined into one gloriously tangled mess. I sensed when she was getting close to orgasm, and when she finally fell apart, it catapulted out of her, into me. Our souls merged in a mind-numbing tornado of sweat and sex and skin, her ecstasy mine, and mine hers. Our heartbeats synced up, trumpeting in time together, pounding out a rhythm that tied us to each other in ways only we could understand. I moaned as her climax pulsed into me, burning down my spine to my cock, where I spilled inside of her, my knot freezing us together.
My canines pushed out of my jaw, elongating and throbbing in time with my pulse. I ached for something I shouldn’t want. I was supposed to be fueling her with my essence, but nothing made sense in the throes of the transition. I simply had to do it.
