Page 87 of Wrongfully Magicked
I moan, my pussy rippling around his cock, and it’s all the encouragement he needs. He pounds into me ruthlessly, and it takes pathetically little for an orgasm to roll over me. The pleasure is so strong that I can do nothing but just take it. Just when my orgasm crests, his mouth closes over my shoulder and he buries his fangs in my flesh.
Pain blurs into pleasure, then pure bliss takes over.
His thrusts become almost violent, and his cock swells before finally locking into place inside me. His thrusts become shallow, then I feel his erection pulse, and I’m flooded with his cum. To my shock, it’s so hot that it sears my insides. The heat blooms in my core and spreads through my limbs, nearly paralyzing me with pleasure.
When his juices spill down my thighs, he finally seems satisfied. He gives one last lazy thrust, then his fangs leave my neck. I’m so exhausted, I’m pliant underneath him. When he licks the mark on my shoulder, my pussy ripples, and I groan at the overstimulation.
“You took my cock so well,” he praises, then runs a sweeping hand down my back. I’m boneless when his hand glides around my hip. He boldly cups my pussy, dragging his fingers through the mess we created, and I squirm at the sensitivity.
His other hand comes to rest between my shoulder blades, then he pins me down and holds me in place. With a pleasedhum, he pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. Instead of pulling away, he slowly gathers his seed and shoves it back inside me. My muscles are so relaxed, I can do nothing but remain pliant as he does it over and over.
Only when I’m thoroughly coated does he seem satisfied, and he reluctantly removes his hand.
Soren gathers me to his chest and rises from the tub, water sluicing off our bodies. He sets me in the middle of the room, then grabs a towel and begins drying me off—all without looking at me.
Concerned, wondering if I pushed him too far, I grab his hand to stop him. His eyes snap to mine, and my heart falls at his shuttered expression. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you enjoy yourself?” His voice is low and rough, his gaze watching me carefully.
“Yes, of course.” I shiver at the remembered pleasure. “I loved everything you did to me.”
He cocks his head to the side, his gaze becoming more intense. “So why is it okay for me to lose control and not you?”
“That’s…different,” I mutter, then snatch the towel out of his hand to avoid looking at him.
“It’s not.” He stands and cups my face, forcing me to look up at him. “You just learned that you’re a hybrid, one of the few in existence, and that scares you. You’re fighting it. Denying it. You think it makes you a monster, but it’s a part of you, and I happen to think every part of you is beautiful.”
My stomach somersaults at his praise, but I’m not convinced. “But?—”
“I’m not done speaking yet.” He leans down and nips my bottom lip hard enough to sting. “You’re worried about harming us, but we’re your mates. You’re part demon, and we often exchange blood during sex to enhance our pleasure.
“Even now, our bodies are adjusting to your needs by producing thicker and more potent blood. It’s not all one-sided. Your bite contains venom that strengthens us. Maybe instead of fearing your demon side, you should embrace it. Become the biggest, baddest demon around, and no one will dare challenge you.”
Hope bubbles up in my chest, and I’m desperate to believe him. I press my face against his chest, and he cups the back of my head, holding me close. The comforting beat of his heart soothes the ragged edges of my soul, and I melt against him. He’s so big that I disappear in his arms, and it feels like the safest place in the world.
And I’m determined to do everything in my power to make sure nothing takes it away.
He’s right.
If I need to embrace my demon side to keep them safe, then I’ll do it.
Even if it costs me my soul in the process.
He kisses the top of my head, then he rests his cheek against the spot, a sigh of contentment leaving him.
“Let’s find your other mate.” Even before he finishes speaking, he bends and scoops me up, then tosses me over his shoulder, his hand landing possessively on my very naked ass. “Then we can both show you how perfect you are for us.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ANITA
Floating in a cocoon of warmth, I resist waking, not wanting to leave the delicious dream. I don’t remember a time when I ever felt so safe, but then logic intrudes, and my brow furrows. The only time I’m warm is if I set myself on fire.
Or I’m somewhere I’m not supposed to be.
Not daring to move, I crack my eyes open, and it takes my brain precious seconds to process that I’m sprawled across Soren’s chest. Stryker is cuddled up next to us, his arm across me, his hand cupping my ass, and warmth fills my cheeks as I remember the many ways we christened the bed. And the floor, the dresser, the chair. Even the small window seat didn’t escape our sexcapades.
Besides the ears and tail, Stryker retained his human form while he slept. Faint patterns from his leopard bleed through his skin, almost like shadows, and I’m surprised he was able to remain human for so long.
