“You’re insane if you think I’m going to beg.” I wormed my arm out to elbow him in the chin.
“I’ve never been called a sane monster.” His head snapped back to reveal a cocky smile that set my teeth on edge.
I hated how sure of this he was. How he knew everything I should have. He grabbed my arm in a not-too-gentle motion.
“Insane or just stupid?”
He looked genuinely offended at that. I couldn’t bring myself to care. He hadn’t been more than petulant at the Keep.
“Do you want me to show you your magic or not? Hint: I’m about to destroy you for any other man for all time.”
This wasn’t going like any other encounter I’d ever had. I was always in control, but he knew just how to smash my buttons.
“If our last fuck was any indication, I’ll survive. I seem to remember you sticking it in rather fast last time,” I said.
It wasn’t true, but fear seeped in that he might be right. Would he destroy me? He rolled us over until he caged me beneath him. His arms might as well have been iron bars around me as he bit and ripped my breast band off my body with sharp teeth. I pushed his head awayby grabbing a hank of his long hair, scared he would cut me. His face snapped up, lust heavy behind his glowing red irises. Tendrils of black fanned out around his eyes. His hair formed a curtain around us. Sheaves of it spilled over my skin. The divine silk of it crushed in my hands.
“I made sure you came first. I’ll make sure again. Can’t have you give me a bad report card before you figure out what all this is for.”
His cock lay hot against my clit and when he drew his hips back I thought he was going to impale me anyway. Instead, the slick underside of his dick shot an electric charge right over my clit. I kicked out in pure shock, and he grunted with the impact.
The buzzing of my magic increased tenfold. I gasped and found my mouth filled with his tongue, lapping in rhythm with his strokes across my clit. My legs wrapped around him out of sheer self preservation and it only doubled the pressure. I knew he was just making a point, but the enchanting power that arced from my sacral chakra to some unknown well inside me was too addictive. My pussy clutched at nothing. His chest grazed my tight nipples with every stroke. My sharp nails scored his back, but he didn’t stop.
Noth licked my neck and raised my arms above my head, my wrists in his grip. I let him. He was freaking me out. Other men generated a small, pale imitation of this sensation—this surge of witchcraft—but it never thundered through me like a collision of stars. I wanted tosmash him to pieces, but I was coming so hard. He ground down on my hips, the wet, slippery friction now sidewinding over my clit. I was glad I couldn’t claw his eyes out because I needed him to do that again. If I drew a sigil in that moment, I might have ended the world. The blank, dark, orgasmic abyss he threw me into, snuffed out all anxiety, all worry.
My chest heaved against his, and he relaxed his grip on my wrists. Working a knee into his hip, I flipped him into the bower’s soft moss. I couldn’t get on his dick fast enough.
“Greedy little thing,” he said with a smirk. “Are you ready to pray to me yet?”
“Earn it.”
That challenge should have stuffed me full of the glorious dick in front of me. Instead, I was barely relaxed enough for the surge of his two fingers inside me. His other hand latched onto my breast and pulled me down onto his hand, which was working some dark magic. His knuckles kept brushing just the right spot to point my toes.
That type of play rarely did anything for me. Men weren’t very good at it, like they were fishing for spare pocket change.
I went to extract his hand, digging my nails into his forearm, but my traitorous body dragged him closer instead. His smirk sent a bolt of lust right to my clit. Noth had me at the peak in minutes. I faltered, overwhelmed,as a cascade of pleasure poured through me, but he wouldn’t relent. Power crackled in the air between us. I couldn’t tell whose it was. Noth clutched my hips and worked more fingers inside me until he split me in two, drifting into the deep abyss of him that swallowed everything that was me.
He went still beneath me, hard against my ass and yet to spill his own release. His unfocused gaze clearly said he was doing something with his magic. It buzzed against my skin this time. I raked a red stripe down his bicep and he didn’t flinch. This was my chance to surprise him and end this, but my languid body wouldn’t work right when his fingers were inside me. I tried to circle my hands around his throat. I even squeezed, but it became a caress against my better judgement.
Noth apparently loved petting if his blown-out pupils were any indication.
“Still with me, Pumpkin?”
The tip of his finger booped my nose and I wrinkled it at the unknown touch. What the? This wasn’t fun. This was business. I jutted forward to snap it in my teeth but he was too fast. He finally removed his hand but that only lined me up with his anaconda of a dick.
“Do you feel that?” He flexed his hips and it was tough to separate from the slide of his cock against me.
“Hard not to.”
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a due compliment.”
Of course he would.
“But I referred to your magic. Your well is full.”
How did he sense that? Is that what he was doing when he appeared so far away? I aligned my chakras and searched deep inside. I thought it was a mistake the first time I found it full after my assassination attempt. But there it sat, next to my soul, brimming with energy ready for me to touch it. I pulled back out of myself but the power followed, simmering under my skin, sparking to my blackened fingertips.
“Try it out,” he said.
