Page 86 of Wrongfully Magicked
I wrap my arms around his shoulders to prevent him from getting away. The first swallow is a sip, the second is a gulp, and his blood burns as it spreads through my system. Logical thought fades, replaced by an unquenchable hunger. I’m aware of biting down harder, desperate for more, uncaring when he grunts under the assault.
I’m taking my third drink when he arches up and impales me with his cock in a single thrust. I gasp at the intrusion, my fangs automatically unlatching then retracting. The euphoria singing in my veins fades slowly, and I stiffen in horror. I clench my eyes shut, turning my face away, unable to look at him as a sob builds in my chest.
I’m a monster.
“No, kitten, you’re not a monster.” Soren cups my face, forcing my head up.
I fight him, but I’m no match for his strength, and he easily holds me in place until I have no choice but to face him.
When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is blood trickling down his neck. I’m both repulsed and hypnotized by the bright red trail, unable to turn away. The delicious heat in my veins becomes ice cold, and the tightness in my chest turns crushing.
“I hurt you.” My voice is a tortured whisper, and I can’t turn away from the two puncture wounds on his neck.
Soren hoots, his body shaking with laughter, and my attention snaps to his face. I glare at him, scowling at the stupid idiot, and cross my arms. “I bit you like an animal. My fangs could have easily ripped out your throat.”
Soren snorts, laughing harder, and my fear turns into annoyance.
When he stops chuckling, he captures my face in his hands, then pushes my lips up with his thumbs. “Your fangs are so dainty, they couldn’t hurt me if you tried. They are like the sting of a mosquito.”
I jerk away, unsure if I should be reassured or insulted. I probe my teeth with my tongue, then grimace when I nick myself. My canines are sharper than normal, but they don’t seem any longer.
Like nothing ever happened.
I’m still unnerved, still able to taste the wildness in his blood, and I lick my lips as if to catch another taste. When I realize what I did, I scuttle back, but he captures me around my waist before I can escape. He rocks his hips up into me so hard that my breath whooshes out of me in a rush, and I groan at the feel of him buried deep in my pussy.
“Do you think I couldn’t stop you if you were hurting me?” He lifts an imperious brow, his expression cocky.
I scowl at his amusement, feeling vulnerable and uncertain, and I hate that he just dismisses the danger.
“Now, if you’re worried about fangs…”
He smiles, and I startle when his much larger fangs snap down. I try to pull back, but he pins me to his chest, his amusement finally fading. “You’re a hybrid. The closer we get to your birthday, the more the demon in you wakes. Mating us must have triggered your demon side.”
Horrified by the thought, I scramble to get away. Unfortunately, the tub is slippery, and Soren anticipates my actions. Before I can escape, he pins me over the rim of the tub, his chest pressing against my back.
When I struggle, he wedges his knee between my legs to prevent me from getting away. His nearness calms my initial panic. Just as I relax, he spears me with his cock in one soul stealing thrust, and I gasp at the invasion, my pussy so full that it’s almost painful.
I claw at the tub, but I’m not sure if I’m trying to get away or bracing myself in a silent demand for more. Soren doesn’t move, allowing me to adjust to his size.
“If you don’t want to go further, tell me now,” he warns, yet despite his words, his grip tightens possessively on my hips.
I wish I could say I don’t enjoy his attention, but that would be a lie. The thought of him leaving is gut-wrenching, like losing part of myself, and I can’t do it.
Though it might be selfish, I just can’t let him go.
If I lose my courage and let fear rule me, Iwilllose him, and that’s unacceptable.
I run my tongue over my teeth, but my fangs are gone. With my back to him, he’s safe, and I breathe a little easier.
One hunger is quickly replaced with a different type.
“Don’t go,” I plead softly, the admission torn from me. “Please.”
I squirm against him in invitation, desperate to complete the bond. It’s like part of my soul is missing, and the longer I go without him, the bigger and deeper the hole gets. I suspect itwill eventually consume me completely and ultimately drive me insane.
Soren reaches around me and places my hands on the towel rod built into the wall, squeezing my wrists in warning. “You’re going to want to hold on tight and don’t let go.”
His growly words are the only warning I get before he pulls out all the way, then slams home. The angle forces my clit against the cold porcelain of the tub in a way that has me seeing stars.
