Page 79 of Wrongfully Magicked
It’s like my body thinks they are just appetizers, and it wants more.
When something moves in the background, my head jerks up, and my eyes widen when I spy Soren silently watchingus with a starved expression. His eyes are pure black, and he doesn’t blink once as he stares.
I stiffen slightly, flustered that I completely forgot we weren’t alone.
He stayed to make sure I was safe and didn’t turn anyone to ash.
I don’t know if I’m grateful, embarrassed, or turned on that he watched Stryker pleasure me.
When I see the hard outline of his massive cock in his pants, my pussy clenches, and there is no denying he enjoyed the show. Despite having another man between my legs, it’s a struggle to pull my eyes away from him, and a thrill goes through me that he’s forced to watch and not touch.
Even from across the room, I can smell his arousal.
Why is it so fucking sexy that he’s watching?
Stryker stands, blocking my view, and I blink up at him, the spell broken. I can’t stop the flush of heat that fills my face at being caught. I should feel horrible and I would, if it weren’t for the knowing look in his eye.
He knew my attention wandered, and I’d almost swear he was pleased.
Which is stupid, right?
Not one to shy away from a problem, I tilt my head to the side. “I would have thought beastlings would be more territorial, yet you don’t seem bothered that he watched us. Why?”
He gives his lips one last lick, like he’s savoring my taste. His smile is slow to form, revealing his fangs, and damn if my greedy pussy doesn’t clench at the sight. “Beastlings are very territorial.” He leans in closer, his hands landing on either side of my hips once more, and a soft purr rumbles from him in a way that instantly makes me wet for him once again.
He leans in close, brushes his face against mine, and kisses the corner of my mouth. I turn toward him, chasing his lips, buthe pulls away before I can deepen the kiss. He nips my bottom lip, then answers the question I forgot I asked.
“It’s different when more than one beastling wants to claim the same woman. Packmates share everything.” Before I can even process his words, he slips his arm around my waist and pulls me closer, not stopping until his cock is pressed against my pussy. He nuzzles my neck, his damn purr louder, and I can feel myself growing even wetter, like some damn Pavlov’s dog situation.
When he speaks again, it takes me a second to uncross my eyes and process his words. “He had to stay. Think of it as an audition. One, to make sure I won’t harm you, and two, that I can pleasure you so thoroughly, you forget your own name.”
I blink up at him at the bold brag…only to realize he’s not bragging. The earnest expression on his face says he’s determined to fuck me so completely that I won’t be able to walk straight without thinking of him, and I’m not sure if I should cross my legs or drag him closer and demand he prove it.
At my reaction, a tiny smirk curls his lips, and a groan is torn from me at his cocky attitude. How long has it been since I didn’t have to look over my shoulder every step? Where I could just lean back and enjoy life?
Stryker’s allure is impossible to resist.
Just once, I want to know what it feels like to be treasured.
I peer up at him from under my lashes, lick my lips, then take a leap of faith and give him a devilish smile in return. “Do your worst.”
His eyes dilate at the challenge, his breath hitching, then he lunges the short distance between us. His mouth slants over mine, and his tongue plunges in my mouth, taking command. I do my best to keep up with him, but it’s like a demon has been unleashed, and I’m forced not to think and just hang on for the ride.
His hands skim down my shoulders. One hand reaches back and sinks into my hair so he can take control of the kiss, while the other unerringly finds my tits. Instead of playing with them, he uses his claws, drawing a pattern over my breasts hard enough to sting. He avoids my nipples, going over the area again and again until my skin is so sensitive that it burns.
When he draws back, it’s like I can still feel his touch.
He nips my lips with his sharp fangs, the kiss so rough that my mouth tingles at his possession, and damn if my pussy is not dripping at the way he so thoroughly claimed my body.
I reach for him, almost desperate to touch him, but he quickly catches my hands.
“No touching,” he says in a voice so husky that my pussy aches to be filled.
I pout, which has him leaning down to give my lips a punishing nip.
“No sulking,” he warns, no hint of playfulness in his eyes. “I won’t be swayed until I’ve claimed every inch of your body. If you can’t stay still, I’ll have Soren hold you down.”
I gulp when I realize that he’s deadly serious, and I’m helpless to do anything as pure lust sweeps through my system and sets me on fire. His nose twitches as he catches my scent, and a devilish smile comes to his face.
