Chapter Seven
Another Kind of Magic
I keep my hands intently to myself that night. I don’t even consider testing my magic further.
Loki promised us one more surprise tomorrow.
Surprises from the gods aren’t at all the sort of surprise you’d ever want.
The men are downstairs in a grand hall eating more food than I’ve ever seen. But I’m not hungry. And I can’t stomach sitting on display for these gods for a single second longer.
So I lie alone in our room, dwelling on what tomorrow will bring. The soft blankets are comforting. If my mind could shut off, I’d probably fall asleep early tonight.
Not that that’ll happen.
The door slowly pushes open. I sit up slightly and Daxdyn peeks his head in, his pace is slow as he enters. Hesitantly, almost.
“How are you feeling?”
He takes his time coming closer, his steps scuffing lightly against the floor. Gently, he sits at the edge of the bed, a few inches away from me. My back is to him but I can physically feel his every move. His emotions are my own, amplified to a suffocating feeling of disquiet. My hands are locked around my knees as I lie quietly in thought.
Until now.
“I’m fine.” He’s been especially worried lately and I try not to make him any more concerned than he already is.
He shifts, crawling a little until he’s just behind me. I peek at him from over my shoulder as his long fingers start to massage my neck.
“What are you doing?” My eyes flutter closed as the protests continue to leave my mouth. “You don’t have to do that.”
I make nothing easy. For some stupid reason I can’t just let Dax take care of me. Even if it’s all that I want.
His thumbs press hard, circling slowly down my spine in just the right way. My head tips back at the amazing feel of it.
“I can stop if you really want me to.” His voice holds a smirking tone. It always does. No matter what, he’s always happy. Or at least tries to be. He pretends to be.
It’s one of the reasons why I love him. He tries to be his best self. He makes me want to be better too.
His lips press to the side of my neck as his thumbs run the length of my shoulder blades.
Daxdyn must have been a masseuse in a past life. A sexy, sexy masseuse.
“You want me to stop?”
“No.” Again he presses his lips to the base of my throat, sweeping his tongue along my skin before sucking lightly.
A breathy sigh leaves my lips and I feel his energy mingling with mine. I feel his lust spiraling through me.
And then I’m not thinking about relaxation, or Daxdyn’s hands on my body, or even sex for once in my life.
I’m thinking about the way his magic is pushing into me, making me feel more than I could ever feel on my own.
I don’t know what Dax really feels. He once described it as a numbness. It still breaks my heart to imagine that. To think that he’s a shell of a man walking around with a false smile on his lips.
So I try hard to mimic him. It isn’t a power that holds much strength but I know for him it’d be powerful.
I take the lust swarming my chest, he’s toying with it, pulling at the emotion to fuel his own, but I shove it into him. I take that wanting, tightening, demanding feeling that’s residing in my core and I push it hard into him.
He stills against my back, his lips halt against my skin. I tip my head to the side, slowly to him, holding his steely gaze.
