“My Yaya did it. She’s great with a blade.”
“Your grandmother?” she said in surprise.
My come must have reached her cheek because she looked over and instead of laughing at me, she smiled so wicked I was hard again.
Her eyes darkened as she swung herself around to trap my legs. The taste of her slowly spread over my soul, blanking my mind. Her hair spilled everywhere, spun silk I had the troublesome desire to comb to a shine like mine.
Distracted, I let the first tendril of the mate bond take hold. I couldn’t seem to rip it apart because my filthy girl unbuttoned my trousers, cleaning up her mess with her tongue. I reached for the bond. I did. But she sucked me down, letting me slide my hands into her hair and I was helpless to keep my Nightmare from tightening the bond to her soul until I would never be able to sever it completely.
He went to strengthen it further and I did haul him back from that. Maybe then I would only be a shadow instead of dead when Maggie left. The thin bond also had an unintended side effect. As much as I was going near mad coming down Maggie’s throat, I needed to discover the consequences of letting the bond latch.
I scrambled up as the last of the orgasm thrummed through me and set her on her feet. I took her hands and found the tips of her fingers barely blacked. The bond told me her well of magic was full, overflowing.
This might have been my stupidest move yet, but I grasped her shoulders and said, “Hit me.”
She raised her hand back a bit too fast for how many orgasms I just gave her.
“No, no.” I grabbed her fully dark fingers. “Your magic. Your well is full.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I just slid inside you, as far as I could get. I told you. No one will satisfy you like I can.”
She scoffed again, but it was true and I watched her expression morph as she found her power waiting for her.
“Scoop up a little of it and see if you can control the flow.”
“You’re sure?”
I asked for it, but I still braced myself. “I’m sure. You were born for this, Pumpkin. Use it.”
The sigil she painted on my chest drew gooseflesh. I tensed but the power radiating from the mark only sent a warm wave across my body. Maggie’s smile held steady as she turned up the power and the warmth became a hot need. Thank the Godds I was a shifter because I sprung hard as a rock again and it still felt good. The beat of lust through my body lit awe for my Pumpkin.
“That’s it, good girl.”
Maggie’s expression twitched. “What was that?”
She ratcheted up her power again, lust running through me like a dagger. I couldn’t stop, but my handstroking my cock did nothing to relieve the magical pressure gushing into me. I came with a shout and still the lust poured through me in a torrent. My Nightmare reached out to curl our magic around hers, gnawing on it, but she threw him off like it was effortless.
I rolled down her, clinging to her legs as I came again on her bare feet. Pulling back, she gave me some relief before her magic surged once more and this orgasm flared pure fire. Tears came into my eyes when I couldn’t stop spilling my seed all over her. This was crazy, but it might have been my new favorite thing.
“Bad girl,” I said through gritted teeth.
That rocked her control enough to get me out of the witching teeth savaging me. She looked so pretty covered in my come.
“Turn it off while you still have some left,” I gasped out.
Her magic fumbled around in my body and I clenched everything to bear it, my Nightmare rubbing against my skin, attempting to help.
“I can’t.”
“You can,” I panted. Her control was atrocious, just like her fighting.
“I’ve never had access to power like this,” she said.
The awe in her voice would have been inspiring if I would stop spurting onto the floor. Battle training proved less taxing than this.
“Negate the sigil, Pumpkin.”
