Page 81 of Wrongfully Magicked
While I have been giving him my body, I have been holding back my powers for fear my flames would hurt him. What’s worse, I suspect he’s right about eventually caving into his demands. I’ll be so out of my mind with lust by that time thatI doubt I’d even be aware if I burned the entire house down around me.
“The choice is yours,” Stryker says, interrupting my thoughts, his voice soft. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want.”
My breath catches, and my pussy clenches around his cock in denial, as if to keep him from leaving. “But then you won’t fuck me, will you?”
I’m not sure I’m even breathing as I wait for his reply, although I suspect I already know his answer.
“I won’t give you only part of myself. I don’t know how.” He must see the disappointment on my face, because he cups the back of my neck, refusing to let me pull away. “I’ll give you anything else you want, all the orgasms your body can take, but I’ll wait to claim you until you’re ready.”
I want to be angry—I should be angry—but he’s just too earnest, just too freaking sweet, and I don’t have it in my heart to be mad.
All he’s asking is for me to believe in myself as much as he believes in me.
“Soren—”
“I won’t let anything happen to him,” the hellhound replies, even before I can ask. “I vow it.”
A promise shimmers in his dark eyes, and I believe him, relaxing at his reassurance.
I nibble on my bottom lip, hesitating another second as I debate everything that could go wrong, then I take a leap of faith and call my flames. My powers respond immediately, the tiny sparks flickering and dancing across my skin, overjoyed at being released from their cage.
They don’t wait for my permission and spring forward in excitement. Soren allows little cinders to dance over his handsfor a few seconds, a pleased smile on his face as the tiny sparks caress him, then he releases his grip.
Without him holding me up, my full weight settles on Stryker’s cock. The man immediately takes control, flexing his hips hard and fast, and I can’t hold back a groan when his cock flexes inside me.
My pussy clamps down hard, loving the feel of him buried deep, and it’s almost enough to distract me from the way my flames slowly creep down my arms toward him.
Almost.
As if noticing my distraction, Stryker stills his hips, then he drags me against him until I’m splayed over his chest, and we wait as my power inches ever closer. When the first spark touches him, I hold my breath, watching his reaction, but nothing could have prepared me for his response.
Stryker groans as the heat swirls up his arms, then his head falls back and his eyes shut. His cock twitches hard inside me. Though he fights it, gritting his teeth to hold himself back, he can’t stop the way his hips flex as he surges deeper into me.
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear his cock swells, as if desperate to fill me even more. It presses against me in just the right spot, and I can’t stop from rocking my hips in a desperate bid for more.
As my flames spread over him faster and faster, they sink into his flesh, and his breathing turns ragged. I stiffen, ready to pull back, when his eyes pop open.
Instead of fear or pain, pure lust stares back at me.
It takes my heartbeat a second to steady, then I can’t help the wicked smile that crosses my lips. I lean forward, resting my fingers against his face, then drag them down his jaw, caressing his neck before trailing them across his chest, releasing a tiny lick of flames along the way.
Gooseflesh spreads beneath my touch, and he growls as his beastling rises to the surface. He’s barely keeping himself in check, and I love when his impenetrable control finally cracks. He lunges forward and worships my breasts, biting and nipping the sensitive skin. I hold him close, my blood feeling like lightning through my veins.
Wanting him to feel what I’m feeling, I send another wave of flames dancing over his skin. He grunts as if I cupped his balls and gave them a healthy squeeze, then he pulls back with a growl, a wild glint in his blue eyes, and flashes his fangs in warning.
His hips snap forward, as if he’s trying to get as deep inside me as possible. He narrows his eyes as he gazes down at me, his voice low and husky when he speaks. “Do that again, and I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
I shiver at the warning, but it has nothing to do with fear.
Completely the opposite, in fact.
Wanting to steal his control like he stole mine, I give him a taunting smile and send another wave of heat into him. He shudders, dropping his head forward, and a moan rumbles in his chest. My magic whirls around his body, and I’m distracted when the flames hit his injuries.
My eyes widen when his wounds slowly seal shut, healing him without leaving a scar.
I quickly blink back the sting of tears, and a near suffocating weight lifts off my chest.
“I’m not a monster,” I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. Not sure that I believe it—not without proof—I trace my fingers lightly over the claw marks that have vanished right before my eyes.
