I let out an involuntary sound when his mouth lowered to my neck and he began to suck, hard, on the skin. He did the same to my breast, seconds later, and both times, I could feel it leaving a mark.
Before I could find words, he turned me around, and bent me over the table.
I wanted to be angry, to fight him, maybe even just towantto fight him, but that wasn’t how any part of my magic or mind or body reacted. He used a foot to kick my feet and legs wider, and I let out a low moan. He yanked the dress up to my hips, and gripped one of my arse cheeks in his hand.
“I should spank you,” he growled. “I should lock you in my room.” His hand wrapped into the long braid Miranda had woven in the Greek style, so that it fell down my back. Once he had a good grip, he pulled, hard, forcing my head back, my spine to arch.
“Bones, calm down––”
“I thought I was really fucking clear, Shadow,” he gritted out. “I said no dates with other gods-damned people. No touching other people. I thought we agreed. I didn’t think I’d need tomarkyou, to get you to fucking adhere to that, but I will if I have to––”
“I wasn’t with him,” I protested. “It wasn’t a damneddate––”
“He had his fuckinghandson you,” Bones growled. “He’s lucky I didn’t break both of his wrists.”
He yanked the lace knickers I’d worn aside and stroked me deliberately with his fingers. I writhed up against him, unableto help it. I let out a loud moan when he didn’t stop, unable to help that, either. He continued to stroke me precisely, without putting his fingers inside, still gripping my hair, and I nearly came, right there.
“You’re soaked, pussycat,” he said coldly. “Is that for me? Or for that Hollywood prick out there?”
“Bones––”
“Just answer the gods-damned question, Leda.”
I shivered, and not from the cold. His skin was hotter than it had been the night before. I knew I should probably be worried, that he was likely overloading, and definitely acting insane, but somehow, I couldn’t make myself care about that, either.
“Just fuck me,” I told him, gasping.
The hand not in my hair yanked my hips towards him, and he entered me with his cock, surprisingly carefully, and groaned. He didn’t move immediately once he was all the way in, and I looked back to find his eyes closed, his jaw hard.
“Fuck,” he growled. His hand wrapped tighter around the braid.
We hadn’t done it from this angle the night before, and the difference in how deep he went cut my breath. I felt him reacting to it too, right before he gripped my hip and arched into me again.
The combination of that and his magic made me feel drugged.
I’m pretty sure he felt the same, given the string of curses that came out of his mouth. I softened under him, and his magic coiled into me harder. I felt so much of him in it, I was moaning and gasping, fighting to breathe, when the wave finally rolled back. His strokes where deep and hard by then, and gradually getting faster once he’d experimented with angles.
Neither one of us lasted very long.
I came first, maybe twenty seconds after he started stroking my clit with his index finger, not long after his hand released the braid to grip my arse. The combination of sensations took me over the edge so fast, I think I yelled his name, right as I finally came apart. I was still spasming around his cock, completely unable to move, to think, to do anything, when his strokes got rougher, more out of control, and then he pressed into me, gasping as he let go.
He was lying on me then, his arm wrapped around my shoulders from behind, his hand between my legs. Both of us were breathing hard, and I felt his magic coiling around both of us, emitting bursts of gold that rippled through the dark classroom in iridescent waves. I saw butterflies then, riding through those waves, and glanced back at him.
“Why does your magic do that?” he asked. He sounded strangely calm. He kissed my shoulder blade, then my neck, his voice a murmur. “The butterflies. The dragons. The snakes. You used to do that when I made you really mad. Now you do it when I make you come.”
I thought about his question, flushing. Watching them with my eyes, I shook my head, still fighting to catch my breath. “I don’t know.”
He gripped me tighter, squeezing me against his chest.
“I like it,” he said, then kissed my mouth.
“You’re not going backto Valarian with that drunk, handsy perv who can’t take no for an answer.” He grunted, fastening the front of his trousers. He watched me, his jaw ticking. “Come to my room.”
I shook my head, exasperated.
Looking away, I murmured a small spell to repair part of the dress he’d ripped, but I’d already decided my knickers were beyond help. Yanking them the rest of the way off my leg, I balled them up in my fist so they wouldn’t fall off me while I walked through the gardens in the snow. I’d throw them away when I saw a reasonably inconspicuous option.
“I need to sleep tonight, Bones,” I said.
