Page 54 of The Magic of Discovery
“What’s that, then?” I breathed, putting my hands on her hips, pulling her closer.What the fuck is going on?
“I see a man who loves fiercely. Protects his brothers at all costs. I see a man who works hard to be the best he can be at his career. I see someone who is strong and dominating. I see a powerful mage who has more in common with me than he thinks, a man who I’d like to get to know. I also see the pain that flickers in your eyes from time to time. We all hurt sometimes, Sloane.”
Trying to hide my reaction to her spot-on analysis of me, I brought my hand up to her chin and tilted her head up. I followed her gaze as she looked at my lips, running the tip of her tongue out over her full bottom lip.
“I’m tired of hurting, Red.”
Where in the hell did that come from? As much as I want it to be, that didn’t feel like a line.
“I’m tired of being good,” she whispered, her arms wrapping around my neck. She pushed up onto her tiptoes and pressed her mouth against mine. It was soft and sweet, just like her. My head was spinning; this wasnotwhat I’d intended when we walked out here together. Confusion over what I was actually experiencing cycled through my body, and it was too much.She’s gorgeous.I knew that from the moment I first laid eyes on her. Right now, though, I felt vulnerable, like she was peering into my soul, seeing all my scars and deciding if I was still worth something. One kiss and I swore to the moon I heard a crack in my armor, the first one that anyone besides my brothers had ever caused.
Ipressed my lips against Sloane’s, sighing at the contact, and his body froze, not responding in the slightest. Maybe I’d misread the moment, but it had felt like we’d had a breakthrough. He’d been honest with me; there was no faking the way his eyes had flashed with hurt and then the confession of how exhausting it was. He’d stood before me, looking floored that someone had paid close enough attention to see what was really beneath the asshole persona that he executed perfectly.
Feeling like an idiot, I pulled back and sheepishly looked up to see how pissed he was going to be. It seemed like such a contradiction that his eyes were so light blue they nearly glowed white, yet his affinity was red hot. Sloane studied my face, the wheels in his brain clearly at work. His stare was piercing and intense, and I felt warmth spreading from my chest, up my neck, and settling on my round cheeks. Dropping my eyes from his to stare at the ground, I yelped when my body was pulled flush against his seconds later. His hands were cupping my ass, the hard as steel evidence of his arousal pressing into my stomach.
Gasping when he brought one of those hands up and tangled it in my hair, my gaze met his before he sharply pulled my head back.Shit, shit, shit,I cursed internally as the ice gave way to flames, oranges and reds flickering across his eyes, his power given life. Dark eyebrows furrowed, and a sharp exhale from his nose had my pulse racing when the heat of his breath hit my face.
Opening my mouth, to say... what? I didn’t have a fucking clue. Anything to break the intensity, for fuck’s sake, I was both terrified and turned on.
No sooner had my bottom lip parted from the top when he pounced with a growl. His tongue swept into my mouth, dominating mine, and my stomach bottomed out. His grip on my ass tightened as he pulled me against his erection, kissing me like he lived his life: silently commanding and not giving a fuck what anyone thought. My lips would be bruised, but surprisingly, the thought didn’t upset me. I was too far gone in the moment to think further on it.
Sloane dragged his lips down my jaw, biting my neck and pulling a mewl from my throat.
“Mmm, you sound like a little kitten when you make that sound, Red. Let’s see if I can get you to do it again,” he murmured against the fluttering pulse in my neck.
Wetness flooded my core, and when his teeth sank into my skin a second time, I released a louder mewl than the first, earning a chuckle from him. I had never made a noise like that in my life, but I’d also never had Sloane Sullivan marking me up like I was his to claim.
“I’ve had so many daydreams about this ass, kitten.” He squeezed sharply, and I groaned. Barely a second later, the sounds of gravel crunching underfoot had my pulse skyrocketing. We were about to be caught. Trying to pull back, I was firmly stopped by Sloane tightening his hold.
“Don’t move. I want him to see,” he growled in my ear. Fisting a handful of my hair once again, he turned my head to where the sound was coming from.
Fischer came to an abrupt halt when he saw us standing there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. His gaze darted between our faces before dropping down to Sloane’s hand gripping my butt. Fish’s eyes darkened to pitch black, but he didn’t approach further.
Sloane released a dark chuckle. “You see, kitten... when we play, he’s mine to command, and I’m his to please. That’s why he waits; he needs me to tell him what to do. I wonder, would he follow your orders the way he does mine? Or would he like to be the one to boss you around? So many choices...”
Fish heard every word that dripped from Sloane’s seductive tone, the bulge in his jeans signifying that the pyro had told no lies. Fish got off on this, and I could see why. Fuck, I was pretty amped up myself.
“Come here, pet.” Sloane smirked, and seconds later, Fischer materialized behind me, his hard cock pressed against my ass and the back of Sloane’s hand. He placed a feather soft kiss on my exposed shoulder, and I closed my eyes, taking my fingers and reaching back to sink them into his soft curly hair. Sloane still had a vise grip on my long tresses, turning my head in Fischer’s direction.
“Kiss your witch, pet. She’s panting for it,” Sloane ordered, his voice taking on a domineering quality that had the both of us snapping to attention, the desire to obey him driving our actions.
Fischer’s hand trailed up my arm, his fingertips dancing over my shoulder, before his hand spread over my throat as he leaned down and smashed his lips against mine. Gone was the unsure man from our date the other night, and in his place was a guy who was going to do everything in his power to make his lovers happy. He didn’t hesitate, nipping at my lips and licking my tongue. Fuck, he was talented with his tongue. My thighs clenched at the thoughts that it brought to the forefront of my lust-filled brain.
Breaking the kiss, I searched Fischer’s eyes, needing to know that he was okay with this turn of events, not only the fact that he’d caught me making out with his… dom? But that he was okay with engaging in sexual stuff despite the fact that he’d said he’d wanted to wait. He must’ve seen the question in my gaze because he leaned down to whisper into my ear. “Don’t overthink it, sweetheart. Sharing you with him right now is everything.”
A moan slipped out when his lips found my throat. “Or arewesharingyou, Fischer?”’ I questioned, that thought sending me into a tailspin.
My nipples hardened, and a moment later, I felt a sharp sting. Instinctively, my eyes flew open as Sloane toyed with my breasts through my dress, my head dizzy with so many sensations I was going to melt. Fischer’s hand moved up to my cheek, drawing me back into the kiss and away from Sloane’s wandering hands.
“Very good, pet. You’ve always had a wicked mouth, though I much prefer when it’s wrapped around my cock.” Sloane smiled smugly, and I moaned. Legitmoanedat the thought of watching them together.
Their attention shifted to me, the heat of it causing my body to tremor.
“Kitten likes that idea, pet. Maybe you should drop down to your knees and show her how much you enjoy pleasing me?”
Fischer ground his dick into my ass, a groan vibrating against my back.
“Turn around to face Fischer and tell him what you want, kitten.”
