Page 30 of Wrongfully Magicked
Tension leaves his spine, his shoulders easing, then the most gorgeous smile breaks across his face.
I can only blink and gape like an idiot at the full display of upper and lower fangs.
Whoa!
The sight should be off-putting, but self-preservation has never been my strong suit. In fact, the thought of him nibbling on me has my lady bits begging for his touch, and I swear I’m having a heat flash as I practically burn with the need to feel his hands on my body.
“How about we test your theory?” I thrust my hand out between us and call my flames. They are not as pretty as his flower, but the fire burns bright and hot under his attention. Ilift my brows in challenge, ignoring the way my heart betrays me and thunders like a jackalope in my chest. “Prove that you can withstand my fire.”
It’s both a dare and a plea.
I refuse to take his word for it.
I won’t be responsible for hurting him.
A smirk twists his lips, the silver in his eyes swirling in anticipation and something else that I’m not ready to name yet. Holding my gaze, he confidently reaches forward and doesn’t hesitate to slip his hand into the heart of my fire.
When he doesn’t scream or writhe in pain, when his flesh doesn’t drip from his bones, something inside me relaxes.
A second too soon.
My flames have absolutely no chill, because an instant later, they leap onto his flesh and set him on fucking fire.
CHAPTER NINE
SOREN
When her little flames lick against my flesh, my cock hardens so fast, I become lightheaded. I shiver in anticipation, almost desperate to feel her heated touch on my body. Sure, I can feel when others touch me, but the skin of my human body is muted, like being touched through a thick jacket.
But not my kitten.
The heat of her touch is like a brand, like my senses are waking for the first time since I ascended, and I feel alive instead of trapped inside a shell.
And I’m desperate for more.
The thought of my kitten brushing her hands over every inch of my body has cum leaking from my cock, and it’s all I can do to bite back a groan. I reach down to adjust myself, barely keeping my hand from gripping the base of my cock to stop myself from coming in my pants like some teenager getting his first good look at a pair of tits.
My beast whines in the back of my mind, pushing against the underside of my skin with the demand to be set free, and I grit my teeth as I struggle to hold him at bay.
The distraction costs me.
The instant my beast touches my skin, her flames ignite. They burst over my hands and slowly trail up my arms, seeking to devour and claim.
Anita sucks in a harsh breath, panic widening her eyes. When she jerks her hand back, I latch onto her wrists before she can escape and hold on tight. Her flames heat, a lash of fire burning up my arms, and my grip tightens when she struggles to get away.
Long forgotten myths about my kind play in my head, and instinct warns me that if she breaks away now, something precious will be lost forever.
Unable to stand the idea of her retreating, I lean down and kiss the ever loving fuck out of her—something I wanted to do since I first set eyes on the little human.
She stiffens in my arms, bucking against me, and I pin her to the door, my cock loving the friction of her wiggling form just a little too much. When she tries to escape once more, my hellhound surges forward. A growl rumbles in my chest that usually freezes people to the spot, but not my kitten.
She just growls back at me, an adorable, cute little rumble that makes me want to pick her up and slam my cock home inside her. Claws slice through the tips of my fingers, but I’m so used to the sensation that I barely feel the pain.
While I love seeing her in my clothes, I mentally curse that it’s keeping me from seeing her luscious curves. To stop myself from shredding the shirt, I sink my claws into the door behind her head.
The last thing I want to do is scare her more.
I know I should pull back and reassure her, but I’m unable to resist the delicious taste of her mouth. It takes almost a minute of her struggling against me before she settles, her tongue tentatively stroking mine, and damn if my knees don’t weaken.
