Page 80 of Wrongfully Magicked
He grabs my throat, forcing my head back, and steps closer until I’m dragged up against every inch of him. “Hmmm, you like that, do you? Your wish is my command.”
The words barely leave his mouth before Soren takes both of my hands in his grip, then pulls them behind my back in a way that has my tits thrusting forward. Stryker’s eyes drop, then he licks his lips. “How can I refuse such a pretty invitation?”
He cups my breasts gently, but they are so sensitive that I squirm with the need to be filled, and he’s barely even touched me yet.
I’m so screwed.
Something tells me that I’ll never be the same after they claim me, and I’m not sure if I’m excited or scared by the prospect.
When Stryker’s lips descend, thinking becomes impossible. He licks and sucks at my breasts over and over until I squirm against the counter, desperate for release. When his claws skate over my stomach, I think I stop breathing, but instead of sinking his fingers into my aching pussy, he lowers them to the destroyed jeans that are still clinging to my waist.
Claws dance over my skin as he makes short work of them, and they flutter to the floor, forgotten. Those dark claws once more draw patterns over my skin, and I’m soon left trembling.
I’m not aware that I’m whimpering until Soren reaches up with one hand and cups my jaw, turning my face toward him. Then he’s kissing me roughly, his tongue punching in and out of my mouth. Instead of bringing relief, it just ratchets the tension up higher, and my hips move in time with his thrusts.
When Stryker’s mouth returns to my breasts, it only takes seconds for an orgasm to sweep over me…all without even touching my pussy.
I should feel satisfied, but the orgasm feels empty without them filling me, and my hunger turns desperate. I rip away from Soren, shove him away, then launch myself at Stryker. I hit him in the chest strong enough to send him stumbling back.
He grunts, off-balance as he tries to catch me, and I take full advantage of his distraction and shove him until his ass lands on the closed toilet. I don’t even hesitate to use my magic to turn his pants to ash, leaving me with a mouthwatering view of his dick.
It’s as perfect as the rest of him—long and hard and already weeping for me.
I hesitate for a moment, wanting to touch and worship him with my mouth, but I’m too desperate. I straddle him and reachdown, ready to impale myself on him, but before I can even curl my hand around his girth, Soren appears behind me. He catches my arms and drags them over my head, preventing me from lowering myself onto Stryker’s cock.
My frustrated growl emerges as a whimper.
“If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want,” Soren whispers in my ear, his husky voice making me drip.
I’m nodding before he even finishes speaking, not caring if I come off as desperate. Instead of thrusting into me, Stryker reaches forward and cups my pussy. He sinks two fingers in me, deep and fast, and I moan, practically melting around him. When I arch my hips to take more of him, he retreats, and I nearly cry out in protest…until I see him grab his cock and boldly stroke himself, spreading my juices up and down the long length.
He does it two more times, and my body trembles by the time he’s done coating himself.
When he grabs the base of his cock, Soren pushes me forward, lining me up. Just as he drops me, Stryker grabs my hips and thrusts up at the same time. My breath leaves me in a whoosh as he impales me with one stroke.
I think my eyes roll back in my head, the burn of his invasion quickly turning to pleasure. He waits for me to adjust to his size, and I swear I feel him touching my soul.
I’m suddenly desperate for more, but instead of moving, he remains motionless. I grit my teeth in frustration, squirming on his cock, but he stays maddeningly still. I glare down at him and snarl, “Fuck me.”
The stubborn fool only shakes his head, appearing infuriatingly calm as he returns my gaze. Oh, I can see the strain in his body to remain still—the tiny shakes in his muscles, and the way his cock twitches—but his willpower is absolute.
“You’re holding yourself back.” He leans closer, nipping my bottom lip sharp enough to sting. “I want all of you, and I won’t settle for less.”
I narrow my eyes, then purse my lips.
Two can play at this game. I clench my inner muscles around his cock, grinning in triumph when his jaw clenches, and a snarl catches at the back of his throat, but he doesn’t break.
He meets my gaze without flinching, and when an evil smile curls his lips, my heart skips a beat. “Oh, I’m not denying you orgasms. You can come as many times as you like, but I’m not stopping until you give me what I want.”
How can a threat be so sexy?
My pussy clenches at his taunt, and I’m not sure if I want to cross my legs at the threat to destroy my pussy or demand that he prove it. While unlimited orgasms sound amazing, I sense the trap behind the words, and I’m thrown off-kilter. “Why?”
He searches my face, then he leans closer, his blue eyes becoming more intense. “Because you’re holding part of yourself back, and I want everything.”
He leans down, swiping his rough tongue against one of my nipples, and my body reacts to him like he’s programmed it, clenching down hard on his dick. When he lifts his head, a determined glint sparks in his eyes. “One way or another, I will have it. You will either give it to me willingly, or I’ll give you so many orgasms that you won’t be able to tell where you end and I begin. I’ll wear you down and own your body so thoroughly that you’ll eventually submit. You won’t be able to stop yourself.”
I want to deny it, but I realize he’s right.
