Page 82 of Wrongfully Magicked
Smooth skin meets my fingertips.
Stryker cradles me close, kissing the top of my head, and murmurs, “Of course you’re not a monster.”
I blink at him in surprise, and the back of my throat tightens when there isn’t even a hint of doubt in his eyes. Despite the flames flickering around us, I don’t sense any fear in him. If anything, he cradles me like I’m something special.
For the first time since my powers manifested, I believe it.
“I can control my abilities and have a normal life if I want it.” The revelation is so shocking that it leaves me almost giddy.
Unable to contain my excitement, I lean forward and kiss Stryker with all the pent-up passion I’ve been holding back for fear of harming him. Stryker immediately takes control, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me easily as he stands. I wrap my legs around his hips seconds before he spins and pins me against the door.
As delicious heat swirls back and forth between us, he thrusts almost leisurely. His movements are shallow at first, testing different depths and angles. When he finds one that makes me whimper, he purrs loud enough to fill the small bathroom.
No matter how much I try to hold myself back, the beginnings of an orgasm ripple through me, and my pussy flutters around his cock. I try to stave off my release, wanting to take him with me, but Stryker senses my resistance and takes it as a challenge. He picks up his pace, never once losing his rhythm, and that damn purr of his is like a vibrator massaging my clit and insides at the same time.
Unable to hold back my orgasm, bliss bleeds through my veins and flames ripple over my skin. Sparks fill the space between us, extending my pleasure. Stryker growls, his thrusts growing erratic, his cock swelling more. His claws graze my skin as his grip turns brutal and his hips buck hard and fast.
As my orgasm fades, a lingering, empty ache remains. Stryker doesn’t slow down, doesn’t take his own release. That’s when it hits me—he’s holding back.
That just won’t do.
I slip my hands into his hair, then jerk his head back and glare at the smug asshole. “Stop holding back.”
Stryker groans, his thrusts becoming shallow. He licks his fangs, and I suddenly know what’s missing.
I won’t be fully satisfied without his bite.
I peer into his steady blue eyes, and the hope in them slays me. If I asked him to wait, he would agree without hesitation. He would never force me to do anything I didn’t want, and my stomach swoops like a drunken wyvern trying to fly.
He would put my wants and needs before his own, even if it’s pure torture for him to wait.
Standing before me is a future I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams. In my chaotic life, second chances aren’t guaranteed. Moments of happiness are fleeting. The thought of losing Stryker because I wasn’t brave enough to take what I want has a hollow spot opening up in my chest.
It’s a risk I’m unwilling to take.
With shaking fingers, I reach up and sweep my hair away from my neck, then turn my head to the side in invitation. “Bite me.”
His low purr cuts off abruptly, then it continues louder than ever, sounding like a rough engine struggling to stay running on a cold winter morning. He swallows hard, wonder filling his blue eyes…seconds before they harden and he lunges for me.
I don’t even have time to flinch when his fangs sink into the fleshy part of my shoulder. A sharp stab of pain streaks down my arm from the bite, my fingers tingling as if he struck a nerve, and I grunt in surprise at the suddenness of his attack.
I don’t fight him, knowing better than to struggle. I reach up, cupping the back of his head to hold him against me, and heat slowly spreads from the bite like I’m being injected with something. Warmth weaves through my muscles like a drug, leaving my body lethargic but my senses electrified.
Without removing his teeth from my flesh, he thrusts against me, and I’m suddenly drowning in pleasure. He pounds into me ruthlessly, not giving me a chance to catch my breath, and I love every second. Heat continues to spread through me like a fever, and the only thing keeping me sane is his touch.
Clawing at his back, I clutch him close, doing my best to crawl inside him. As if sensing my desperation, his speed picks up, and his naughty purr sets my body on fire. My orgasm catches me by surprise, stealing the air from my lungs and my ability to do anything but feel.
Stryker growls, his fangs vibrating like a tuning fork in my shoulder. Heat spreads into my chest like liquid flames and spills into every corner of my body. When it collides with my own flames, my body ignites like tinder and I detonate.
He slams his cock into me, pinning me to the door as if he can’t get into me deep enough, every bit of him surrounding me until I feel him everywhere. The orgasm doesn’t fade, but continues to build until nothing exists but him.
When I feel his cock jump and his cum fill me, he finally releases me from his bite. I’m out of my mind with pleasure, my body almost oversensitive. Instead of pulling away, he continues with shallow thrusts, as if he can’t make himself stop.
Too blitzed out to do anything but breathe, I lean against him, struggling to remember how my limbs work…or that I even have limbs. A gentle purr fills his chest, and he licks my neck almost lazily. Each swipe of his tongue sends a shudder through me, and I groan as my pussy flutters around his cock, which has him rocking against me again in a never-ending circle of pleasure.
I’m not sure how much time passes before the last of my orgasm finally fades. By the time I have enough energy to tip my head back to look up at him, I expect to see his smug expression, possibly some gloating at the way he so thoroughly claimed me.
Instead, his eyes are full of wonder and awe. His hands are gentle, full of reverence when he lightly traces the bite mark on my shoulder. Even the lightest touch feels like he’s caressing my soul. If I concentrate hard enough, I swear I feel him at the back of my mind like a warm hug.
