His thick finger curls into my opening and I spasm, my body near the edge. I fist his hair, tugging harder than I know I should, but it makes him grunt in satisfaction. He finds my neck, nipping and sucking as I pant for air. I crave it just a little harder. Just a little more.
“Bite me,” I whine.
He growls into my throat and the sharp points of his fangs find muscle. White heat explodes in my vision as the tight pleasure detonates in my core. I lose the rhythm of my movement, but Rhazan keeps going, keeps thrusting. I scream and my legs clamp shut around his arm as I lose myself to wave after wave of overwhelming heat.
I ride the orgasm as far as I can, until the pleasure turns too intense. My back curls, but Rhazan’s weight is holding me down. He laves my neck with his tongue and moans deliriously. It’s too much.
Too much.
I gasp, squeezing his wrist as the sensitivity turns back into explosive, fiery pleasure that’s already at the cusp.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry, bearing down on him because it’s all I can do to survive what’s about to happen.
Blackness closes in around my vision and my core bursts. Star-studded oblivion circles me, and I am the center of it. Myastral tether thrums, seeking a new connection, a new home to live inside, too. I suck down a fearful breath and will it to stay with me. The vibrations of that rejection put a swift end to the pleasure, and I curl in on myself.
Rhazan releases my neck and stops moving. “Are you all right?”
I nod because I’m not sure words are a thing I can make yet.
“I felt you,” he says, his voice full of awe.
And I feel wetness sliding down my thighs…
I look down.
Oh, my god.
I fuckingsquirted.
All.
Over him.
And my shorts.
Fuck.
A fierybarkbursts into the room and I scream, pulling myself out of Rhazan’s grasp. He sits up and looks at the flaming furball that just bounded into the closed room as if it had a magical doggy door. It barks at him several more times and Rhaz nods.
“Good boy. Show Jade your hiding spot,” he says.
“What?” I ask, my arms trembling.
“They’re here,” Rhazan says. “IBMA. An agent—my parole officer, of sorts.”
My heart does a backflip. I don’t know what that means, but I’m sure it’s not good.
“This is Soot. He’ll show you where to go,” Rhazan says, petting the ball of flames.
“Wha…”
“I would send you home, but they’ll detect a portal—or any use of my magic.”
I’m not entirely sure I’m understanding, but my body is too jellified to move quickly.
“You have to get up.” He reaches out for me. “They’ll detain you if they find you.”
Detain.
