Page 65 of Blood Currents
He shoved his jeans down, kicking free of the rest of his clothes, and my breath caught.He was every inch the weapon he’d been trained to be—powerful, built, unapologetically male.
“I want to taste you,” I said, already leaning forward with desire thrumming through me.
“Not this time, baby girl,” he said, his voice rough with command.He caught me under the thighs like I weighed nothing and lowered me onto the thick rug in front of the fireplace.The heat from the flames licked over my bare skin as he shifted above me, his strong hands sliding to my hips to lift and position me exactly where he wanted.
The moment the blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, my breath hitched.Everything in me coiled tightly in anticipation as his fire flickered wildly around us.
When he pushed inside, we both went still for a moment.The sensation was overwhelming—not just physical but magical.Our powers were harmonizing, creating feedback loops of pleasure that had nothing to do with our bodies and everything to do with our souls recognizing each other.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his forehead pressed to mine.“Mari, you feel…”
“Perfect,” I finished, because it was true.He felt perfect inside me, like we’d been made for this moment.
We moved together slowly at first, testing the rhythm.Then his thrusts deepened, quickened, every motion deliberate and powerful, like he was claiming every part of me he’d denied himself for weeks.
I met each one with hungry urgency, my nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as I pulled him closer, needing him everywhere at once.
The fire beside us roared, sparks leaping up the stone hearth in answer to his magic while my necromancy coiled around his flames in silver threads.The room felt alive, our power tangling and harmonizing until it was impossible to tell where I ended and he began.
“Look at me,” he rasped, his forehead nearly touching mine.“I want to see you when you fall apart for me.”
I dragged my gaze up to his, breathless under the weight of that raw, unguarded intensity.
“God, Mari,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he thrust harder, faster.“You have no idea how much I—”
“You are,” I gasped, cutting him off, the words torn out of me as the pressure in my belly built higher and higher.“Right now, you’re everything.”
I came with his name on my lips and his fire magic pouring over my skin like liquid gold.The sensation of his power mixing with mine sent me higher than I’d ever been until I was shaking apart in ways that had nothing to do with physical pleasure and everything to do with connection.
He followed me over the edge moments later, his face buried in my neck as he whispered my name like a benediction.I felt the exact moment our magic fully harmonized, creating something stronger than either of us could manage alone.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me like he was afraid I might disappear.His fire had settled into a gentle warmth that kept the December cold at bay while my magic pulsed in contentment.
“No regrets?”he asked quietly, his fingers combing through my hair.
“None,” I said, pressing a kiss to his chest.“You?”
“Just one.”
I lifted my head to look at him, concern flickering through me.
He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.“That we waited so long.”
I was about to respond when the common room door burst open.Aurora rushed in, her face flushed with urgency, but then stopped dead when she saw us naked and tangled together.
“By fire,” she said, her hands flying to cover her eyes even as her cheeks turned scarlet.“I’m so sorry.I didn’t mean to—I have a keycard now for winter break duties and I thought—”
“What is it?”Cyrus asked, sitting up and pulling me with him.Both of us scrambled for the throw blanket draped over the back of the armchair.
“Parker,” Aurora said through her fingers.“They’re moving her tonight.To a secure facility off-campus.If we’re going to rescue her, it has to be now.”
The warmth and satisfaction I’d been floating in evaporated instantly, replaced by cold urgency.Whatever we’d just started, whatever we’d just discovered, it would have to wait.
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“Get the others,” I said, already reaching for my scattered clothes.“We move in ten minutes.”
