Page 84 of Wrongfully Magicked
When Stryker spots the tattoos in the mirror, he stills, then he leans so close to the mirror he hovers just an inch away. He reaches up, touching it reverently, then a huge smile takes over his face. He pulls back and bounds over toward Anita, cupping the back of her neck and kissing her within an inch of her life, his purr so loud that it fills the room.
Then he’s gone, a skip to his step as he vanishes out the door wearing nothing more than a towel around his waist. Anita wears a bemused expression at his boyish enthusiasm. Her gaze lands on my tattoos, and she trails her fingers along the marks etched into my arms. “The way you guys look at these tattoos…”A furrow appears between her brows, looking both confused and envious at the same time. “You worship them.”
“It’s not the tattoos.” I catch her hand, waiting until she peers up at me. “It’s what they represent. Beastlings aren’t made to be alone. We yearn for the connection of a pack. It’s why most of our women take multiple mates.”
Anita snorts, shooting me a dubious look, and I chuckle and shrug.
“Sure, beastlings snarl and fight over territory. It’s in our nature.” I dip the washcloth into the water, swirling it around before trailing the cloth over her skin again. “The longer we go without a mate, the more feral we become. You’re like a craving we can never fulfill, and it slowly drives us insane until we finally claim our mate.”
“What about jealousy?” Anita nibbles on her bottom lip, not quite meeting my gaze. “The thought of anyone touching what’s mine makes me homicidal, and I’m a mage. I can only imagine it’s worse for beastlings.”
I squash my smile before she can see it. Her questions mean she’s interested, and my hellhound fucking preens. I give her a casual shrug. “That’s for us men to work out. You’re the center of our pack. It’s our duty to protect you and keep you happy. You have enough to do by putting up with our bullshit.”
Anita sputters on her laugh, and my chest warms at the joyous sound.
When I don’t join her, she chokes, and her eyes go wide. “You’re serious.”
“Of course.” My humor fades so she can see I’m dead serious. “We never joke about our duty to our mate.”
She swallows hard, her eyes searching mine, then they narrow. “So you’re telling me you weren’t jealous watching me fuck Stryker, or that his cock attempted to split me open as he pounded into me? His seed is still leaking out of me, and youwere forced to watch as he sank his teeth into my shoulder as he claimed me.”
My cock throbs at her crude words and even cruder description, and I reach down to adjust myself. A bead of sweat rolls down my back as I struggle to resist the urge to reach in my pants and stroke my length. Her eyes follow the movement, and I love the way they dilate, the way her breath roughens, and my hound chuffs in pleasure.
Unable to be near her and not touch her, I shift around the tub, then nudge her arm. “Lean forward so I can reach your back.”
Anita glances at me over her shoulder, a furrow between her brows. I stiffen under her attention, not missing the judgment in her gaze. If I don’t pass this test, I fear I won’t get another one. My hellhound presses at the underside of my skin, wanting to show her that we’re a worthy mate. There is such a long pause that a lump forms in my throat.
“You won’t be able to reach everything from there.” She leans forward and grabs the rim of the tub, making room just big enough for me. “Why don’t you join me?”
I can only blink at her, not comprehending her words for a full minute, then I shoot to my feet, already yanking my shirt over my head. I nearly tear my pants in my rush to strip. When I’m naked, my cock standing tall and proud just inches from her face, I’m unable to get the image of her taking my cock in her mouth and swallowing me whole.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I’m afraid to move, worried that I might attack her. Before my control can break and I lunge at her like an animal, Anita scoots forward a couple more inches, silently inviting me to join her.
I don’t hesitate to step into the tub and sink into the water behind her. A giant wave laps over the rim and spills across the floor, soaking the room, but I barely notice. Unable to be nearher and not touch, I curl my arm around her waist and tuck her tightly against my chest.
I reach up and boldly cup her breast, not letting the opportunity go now that I finally have the chance to touch her. My other hand sinks under the water to cup her pussy. She’s swollen from the punishing pace Stryker set, no doubt still sore, and I gently ease a finger inside to massage the area.
She groans and wiggles against my cock, and I lean forward to rest my chin on her shoulder. “You’re still tender. If you want, I can make you feel better.”
A snort escapes her, and she sends me an amused look over her shoulder, arching a dubious eyebrow at me. “You think fucking me is going to help?”
I smirk, smugness oozing from my pores, and I allow heat to fill my palms.
Anita groans, her pussy fluttering around my fingers, as if trying to draw me in closer. Her head falls back on my shoulder, her chest heaving as she sucks in a sharp breath, and my mouth waters at the way her breasts tighten, practically begging for my touch.
I pinch her nipple hard, and her hips flex in a demand for more.
“What the fuck was that?” she asks in a strangled voice, struggling to catch her breath.
“Why don’t you spread those pretty legs of yours, and I’ll show you?” I remove my fingers from her greedy pussy, and a growl rumbles in my chest when she whimpers in protest.
She obeys, her knees slowly falling open, giving me the perfect view of her beautiful pussy. I trail my fingertips up and down her inner thigh, reaching higher and higher with each stroke. I tilt my face against her neck and nip the tender flesh with my fangs, loving the breathy moan that escapes her.
I duck my head to whisper in her ear, my voice husky as I imagine all the things I want to do to her. “Demons have a lot of stamina, and many of us are generously endowed. To offset that, hellhounds have the ability to heal our partners, allowing them to keep up with us.”
It only takes a moment for her to understand, then her eyes go comically wide, and she gulps. When her pupils dilate and her breath hitches in pure lust, my smile turns wolfish.
It’s finally time to claim my mate.
