Page 70 of Spellbound & Speechless
“Me? Dangerous? Never.” I push my freshly manicured nails into the dark, knitted fabric of his sweater. “Is it open to me now? Truly?”
“As open as it can be.”
Mates. The idea buries itself in my brain, and I can’t understand why. Perhaps it should upset me. He may have someone else out there—a mate, or multiple mates—someone who isn’t me.
That feeling doesn’t come. Instead, I’m invigorated.
It’s only the beginning. I’m not unrealistic enough to ask for more, and he’s already given me more than I ever thought he would. It only took one glance at Mac to realize he was closed off when we met, and now…
Now, he smiles at me, as bright as the morning sun.
“Can you help me with something?” I drop to my knees in a fluid motion.
“I dunno.” He lifts a brow. “Seems an awful lot like you’re trying to helpme.”
“Is that what it looks like?” I press a kiss to his pants, brushing my mouth against his clothed thigh. “Have you ever heard of sex magic?”
His fingers flex. “Yes… can’t say I’ve practiced it myself, though.”
“Of course you haven’t. You’re not a witch.”
“Good observation.”
“Pleasure is a powerful energy for a love witch. For a witch like me..” He’s already springing to life under my lips. I rub my tongue along the line of his bulge. “I want to make this place my own. Will you help me with that, Mac?”
“Anything. Anything for you.” His fingers curl into my hair.
“All I need you to do is focus on your pleasure.” I exhale a hot breath against his thigh. I unzip his pants and push them down enough for his hard cock to spring free. “I’ll do the rest.”
I can practice sex magic on my own, and I have for years, but there’s nothing like harnessing a partner’s raw sexual energy—with their consent, of course. There’s power in someone giving it up and letting me create what I want.
It takes less energy frommethis way, too.
I run my tongue along his thick, hard cock, memorizing each vein. His head is already weeping, and I lick it up, savoring his taste.
Pleasure arrives when I call, as it should. It floats around us like a red cloud of desire. Commanding the energy is easy. My lips wrap around his cock, and he grunts,forcing the energy to explode, grander and brighter than before.
I stroke him and suck his tip.
“You’re such a cock slut,” he says. “All you want to do is swallow my cum. My greedy girl.”
I smile with my eyes and take him deeper, gliding his cock across my wet tongue. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
His dirty words become a low, filthy groan.
His pleasure spikes. I imagine the shop—my shop. My designs are in the window. I’ll fill it with the soft, pink colors. There I am, sitting at the front, sketching my heart away. The cute pink sewing machine I’ll put in the corner.
I was supposed to do the work, but he takes over, thrusting into my throat as I imagine it all. His pleasure grows and glows brighter with each thrust, and when his moans become whimpers, I know it’s time.
I take him into the back of my throat and swallow his arousal. Every last drop belongs to me, at least in this moment. It bursts from my chest into the shop, and I send it down to earth, grounding my visions.
He’s a sweet mess when I look up at him. A smile dances on my lips.
“Wow,” I whisper, tucking him back in his pants. “You’re such a good boy for me.”
He groans and rolls his eyes, helping me to my feet. “Don’t be a brat. C’mere.”
We can’t do anything else without the risk of being caught, but he gives me one good, long kiss before we go on our way.
