Page 47 of Bewitched By the Djinn
Chapter
Thirteen
His hands slide under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrap around him, instinctive and urgent. His mouth finds mine, hungry, hot, claiming. I moan into him, tasting heat and chaos and passion that hints dangerously of destiny.
Fierce, my fingers grip his hair, thick and soft against my palms.
Then we’re moving. My back presses against a wall, cold and rough, brick scraping my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt, but I barely register it. My world has narrowed to only the maddening friction between our bodies, the hard press of him through his jeans, the grinding rhythm that has me crying out for more.
Pleasure coils tighter and tighter until it’s unbearable.
He tears his mouth from mine, blazing a path down my neck. His lips find the sensitive curve of skin between shoulder and throat and I shatter.
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. Stars. Shudders. Light. I fall apart in his arms, and he follows a heartbeat later, groaning against my neck, every inch of him shaking with release.
We stand there, chests heaving, sweat slowly cooling on our skin.
And then reality creeps in. I can’t open my eyes and face him, not yet. I can’t believe I did this. I got super horny and mauled Bennet. Well, mutual mauling, for sure, and we didn’t even take our clothes off, but I basically forced him into it with the whole unlocking the shields so he could feel my arousal thing. Is that... morally gray?
Why was I so aroused? It was the magic. It had to be.We’re definitely unblocked now. Too unblocked. Is this going to happen every time we use magic, this insane arousal? This can’t be real.
“I’m sorry, Bennet, I don’t know what came over me.”
Horny magic. That’s what came over me.
Bennet lifts his head, brushing hair from my face with a tenderness that melts me all over again. “Don’t apologize. That was incredible.”
I shift in his grip and he releases me, letting my legs fall to the ground.
I wobble a little before finding my footing. “Incredible, yes. But we have to be careful. We can’t run around using magic all willy-nilly and then getting all, getting all,” I wave a hand, “frisky.” I lower my voice to a whisper. “Children live here.”
He presses his lips together, the corners twitching.
Is he laughing at me?
I cross my arms, still catching my breath. “So. What was that?”
“I’m not entirely sure.”
“I really hope this didn’t happen with the twins you told me about when they accessed their magic together because that would be someGame of Thronesshit that I am not ready to hear about.”
He chuckles. “I assure you, no thrones were involved in that story, but this did not happen to them, as far as I’m aware.”
“Then what does it mean? Why would using magic make us—lose our minds like a couple of horny teenagers?”
He rubs his chin. “I’m not sure. It must have something to do with the bond, or with Helen’s curse. I’m not sure.”
“So it was just magic. A side effect. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
He studies me. The laughter is gone. His mouth is a flat line. The silence stretches long enough that I fidget.
“It was just the magic,” I repeat, more firmly this time, like I’m daring him to contradict me.
He gives a small nod. “As you wish.”
That shouldn’t sting. It really shouldn’t. Itisjust the magic. Unexplainable, horny magic. Fuck my life.
He clears his throat. “I promise to be careful. In the meantime,” he gestures to the water heater, “I think the shower’s ready to go.”
