He thrusts deep inside of me. I tense at the slight stinging sensation, and Ryker stills. He pulls his face back and looks at me, measuring my reaction.
“I’m good,” I reassure him.
He stays still, deep inside of me giving me time to adjust to the feel of him. He reaches a hand down between us and sets it low on my stomach. His hand heats up, and it steals away any discomfort I’m experiencing from having him inside of me. I stare at him in awe.
“Whoa, that’s a cool trick.”
Ryker chuckles, and it morphs into a deep groan as he pulls out and thrusts back inside of me. I cry out my approval as his movements take on a steady rhythm. He kisses, nips, and sucks on my lips and tongue, my neck, my breasts, my runes, while steadily moving in and out of me. He feels incredible, and I’m lost to the sensations of his thrusts, tongue, and my magic flashing all over me, heightening everything to a level I never want to come down from.
The sound of skin slapping against skin gets louder and faster, and my shouts and exclamations match it. I reach a hand out to Knox, and even his groans increase as my magic flows into him, enhancing everyone’s sensations.
“Fuck, Vinna!” Ryker growls out, as he grinds into me slowly a couple of times before resuming that incredible faster pace.
“I can’t last much longer with your magic doing that to me,” he admits, and I cry out and demand he keeps going when his thrusts hit a sweet spot inside of me.
“You’re good. I’ll finish her off, just hurry up! I fucking want inside of my mate!” Knox insists.
Ryker pumps into me three more times before he growls out his release and stills as deeply inside of me as he can get. Violet strikes crawl all over his skin, and he kisses me sweetly before pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside me. His muscles twitch as he absorbs my weird sex magic, and he gives me a lazy smile as he presses back into the pillows.
Knox climbs over me, and the grin he gives me is salacious and filled with all kinds of promise.
“Are you sore? I’m dying to be inside of you, but if you’re not up for that, I get it.”
I smile at him and sit up. I cup his beautiful face in my hands and kiss him. Purple magic flicks from my hands to his face, and he moans into my mouth. I lean into him, and he dips back to accommodate me until he’s on his back and I’m leaning over him. I climb on top of him, and he caresses me gently all over, I can feel the worship in his touch, and I revel in the intimacy of it. I straddle his hips and reach down to palm him and position him at my entrance.
Knox’s eyes follow my every move, and he licks his lips as I take hold of him and slowly lower myself onto him. I moan in appreciation of how he feels inching into me. My thighs meet his hips as I fully connect us, and he lifts up off the bed pushing even further into me. We both groan in tandem, and I place my palms on his chest and lean forward a little using his strong body as leverage.
Knox runs his hands up my sides as he leans up to steal my lips for another deep, passionate kiss. I grind my hips down against his, and the kiss tapers off as we get lost in the moans and sensations of me riding him. I chuckle a little, and he looks up at me with lidded, questioning eyes.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I admit. “Am I supposed to use my legs and do thispogo stickstyle, or just grind on you to my heart’s content?”
Knox laughs, which makes me start to crack up too. No amount of romance novel reading has prepared me for the real thing. I’m trying to be all sexy, but I realized after I slipped down onto Knox that I have no idea how to even go about accomplishing that. He lifts his hips up off the bed again, pushing deeper into me, and my laugh morphs into an exclamation of appreciation.
“Just do whatever feels good to you, I promise you’ll hear no complaints from me,” he encourages.
With that, he leans forward and steals a nipple into his mouth. I throw my head back absorbing the ecstasy his mouth and cock are creating, and pump my hips up and down on top of him while occasionally grinding my clit against the black curls settled at the base of his shaft. Knox releases my nipple, replacing his mouth with pinching fingers, and I increase my pace. Knox grips my hips and starts to grind up into me every time I slam down onto him.
Our heated gazes connect, and we watch each other’s pleasure as we chase our release. Knox’s hands trace up my back, and out of nowhere, he flips our positions. I open my mouth to object, but he covers it with a kiss, shifting out of me and then roughly back in. He slams into me relentlessly over and over again, and my objections die amidst sensations I don’t ever want to end.
“Fuck, Knox!” I exclaim with a shout, unable to string together anything more coherent.
He hums satisfied into my ear. “Mmmm right there Killer, is that where you want me?” he asks, grinding deeply into me and circling his hips against mine before pulling back out and slamming punishingly back into me. I gasp, and pant, and he growls into his thrusts. He reaches down between us and thumbs my clit, and it’s all I need to go over the edge. With a shout, I climax and tighten around Knox’s cock, and he roars out his release, sinking deep inside of me.
He gives me a couple more shallow thrusts before he kisses me again and pulls out. He collapses on top of me but scoots down, so I’m not crushed under his weight or size. He rests his head between my breasts and lets out a contented sigh. With one hand I run my fingers and palm over his buzzed hair, and with the other I reach out for Ryker.
Ryker moves in closer to my side and steals a sweet, tired kiss.
“You okay, Squeaks? Do you need anything?”
I give him a slow, satisfied smile. “I need us to take a quick nap and wake up to do that again.”
They both chuckle against me and I close my eyes, succumbing to the calm and peace that’s beckoning me to sleep.
29
Iwake up surrounded by heat. I’m clammy with sweat and tucked tightly between two large muscular bodies. Knox’s forearm and hand rest on my stomach, and he’s curled into my side, his deep breaths sinking into my hair and neck. Ryker is on his back on the other side of me. He’s draped a leg over my thighs, and our fingers on one hand are laced together and resting on his abs.
Soft light floats into the room from the large windows, and I would guess it’s very early morning. I’m tempted to try and fall back asleep, but I feel kind of sticky and gross, which makes my only goal right now a shower. I get out from underneath Ryker’s leg first and carefully move Knox’s arm toward his chest. I get out from underneath the covers, and thankfully neither of them stir. I scoot slowly toward the end of the bed, slip off, and head for the closed doors at one end the room, one of which I’m hoping leads to a bathroom.
