Page 36 of Wrongfully Magicked
I pull a crystal out of my pocket, recite the incantation to activate the magic, and erase the evidence of my cum. When it disappears, I frown, barely resisting the urge to mark her door again as a warning for everyone else to keep the fuck away.
My basilisk curls in my chest, ready to spring into action the instant she gets close. Though my beast might want the girl, he doesn’t put his thoughts into action, understanding the need to stand guard and keep her safe. He’s biding his time. If I’m not careful, if he escapes my control, then it’s Anita who will pay the price.
It’s not something I’m willing to risk.
I pace away from the door and retake my position against the opposite wall, staring intently at the door like I could see through it. I almost can. My basilisk pushes forward, switching my vision to infrared, and I track the thermal images of the two people in the room beyond.
Instead of fucking like I expected, Anita looks to be pacing the room, and part of me relaxes now that I have her in view.
And what a view.
The two of them together are practically dazzling to the eye.
Soren is bright, his big body running hotter than others, due to his hellhound heritage. What shocks me is Anita. She appears like a bright starburst of light barely contained in human form. She sparkles in the dull shadows of the rest of the room. Even her hair swirls around her in shades of red and gold, dancing like a liquid flame.
She’s fucking stunning.
While I logically know she’s a fire mage, I have never seen a mage light up that way. It’s like her power is stuck in a magical loop and never falls dormant to rest or recharge.
It has to be exhausting to maintain, and I’m unsure how she’s able to do it without dropping to the ground unconscious under the strain. After a moment, her brightness dims to a golden lava that makes me want to reach out and touch her, despite knowing I would get burned. When she steps toward Soren, going up on her toes, their two forms nearly merge. I’m not sure if I want to yank her away or step up behind her and press her between us.
My fantasies shatter when I watch her nail him hard and fast, right in the balls.
I straighten from the wall and take a step forward, wincing in sympathy when he drops to his knees. He reaches out, crawling toward her retreating form.
She hesitates for a moment, her brightness dimming again, then she resolutely turns away.
I’m not aware of moving toward her until she flings the door open and slams into my chest hard enough to knock the breath from her petite form with anoomph. My hands automatically grab her shoulders to keep her upright, then I tighten my grip in preparation for her to run, determined to keep my balls whole and unmaimed.
She glances up at me, then freezes, her eyes widening.
“Well fuck.” Her expression is exasperated, her wry smile lopsided as she peers up at me from under her lashes. I would almost believe her innocent act if I hadn’t just seen her nearly cripple Soren. “You were supposed to be downstairs.”
My vision flicks back to normal, knowing that I need to stay on my guard with her. Her comment barely leaves her mouth before she’s in motion, and I easily block the knee to the balls.Distracted, I miss her fist to my face, and I barely rear back in time to avoid a shattered nose.
Not willing to give up my hold on her, I spin her around, twisting to block her bucking body, then I force her smaller frame against the wall.
She’s so tiny that it’s hard to keep my hands on her slippery form.
Heat radiates from her skin, and my basilisk loves it, wanting to curl around her and cuddle. I roll my eyes in annoyance that my basilisk would pick now to turn into such a docile beast.
Anita obviously doesn’t feel the same sentiment, if the way she’s trying to wiggle away is any indication.
I don’t take it easy on her, unwilling to let her escape. I press my full weight against her, forcing my thigh between her legs. When that doesn’t discourage her—the opposite, in fact—I wedge my knee higher, not stopping until her feet leave the floor, taking away her leverage.
A startled squeak escapes her, and I grunt when her pointy little elbows jab my ribs, her blows landing with the force of a pissed off golem.
I capture her wrists, then pull them over her head and pin them to the wall, which forces my entire body into contact with hers. Though small, her figure is full of luscious curves, and my dick is pressed against the crack of her ass, my erection hard and throbbing at her nearness.
Her bare, very naked backside.
Our struggle caused her shirt to rise, giving me a perfect view of her luscious ass. I don’t dare release her arms for fear that I’ll shove my fingers in her pussy, desperate to feel her come against my hand so her scent permeates my skin for everyone to smell her claim.
I’m panting against the need to reach down, strip her bare, then thrust into her until there is no doubt in her mind that she is mine.
By the time she stops struggling, her chest is heaving, and a cute little growl escapes her.
That’s all it takes for my good intentions to shatter, and I lose the battle against my dick. I thrust against her until I’m nestled firmly against her ass.
