Bran rolled against me again, and he captured my gasp with his mouth, then we slowly became one as he eased into our new level of magical connection.
The energy pulsed inside of me, and I directed it towards a dynamic release.
“Keep doing what you’re doing. You got it. This will feel so good. I promise.”
I was already good. It’s so intense. Not only were my toes curling, but every cell in my body had twisted in on itself.
Bran started to move faster, and he wrapped my legs tighter around his hips. He leaned down on his forearms over me to not crush me, and his fingers wrapped around my long braid, as my head rested on my pillow.
We shared the same air. But I couldn’t open my eyes, I had to hold onto the magic. Even though my mouth watered to get a look at him.
The friction we were powering against each other kept building. The magic ball was quadrupled in size. The pulsing it exuded was pounding into me, along with the thrusts of Bran.
I synced up the movements, and I was on the tightrope holding on until I could make it to the end because it's about to snap at any moment.
Bran’s breathing got erratic. His movements were a little sloppy. He was just as close as I was.
“You’re there now, Andromeda, release the energy.”
With his words it was like I took a pin and popped the energy because it ruptured, and Bran and I both cried out as the mightiest orgasm consumed us and we entered the shadow world only to come back to life.
I blacked out and came through as a crumpled mess on the bed, with Bran collapsed next to me.
He’dt moved enough to the side to not crush me while making sure we were still connected.
I worked to get my breathing back on track, but it would take some time.
I turned my head and met his eyes. He looked as dazed as I felt, with a tenderness in them that melted my heart.
Whoa. That had been...
Whoa.
8
ANDROMEDA
I seethed asI walked into work the next day. It was hard to keep my cool around Franklin, knowing that he had lied to me. But I had to act like everything was normal.
I’d decided not to hide and take another sick day. Playing the princess in her castle while everyone around me moved to defend me didn’t sit well. To remind me that keeping cool was a must, I’d chosen an outfit in blue-green tones, a flowing maxi dress with beautiful lines. I’d bought it on an impulse and loved it ever since, even though it wasn’t a power outfit. I opted for low heels just in case I needed to move quickly. Strange as my life had gotten, it was best to be prepared. And I drew the line at flats or athletic shoes.
A woman had to have standards, and mine were on my feet.
The plan was to stay in public areas as much as possible and avoid Franklin. If that wasn’t possible, avoid physical contact. Bran had said it was necessary to make the link to steal magic.
Luckily, he was late as usual and I was in my office with the door closed by the time I heard him arrive. The sound of his voice brought a cascade of anger with it, and I breathed deeply, regretting not calling out sick. I should've. He would've totally bought it, considering it was his fault I had the migraine to begin with.
June arched her eyebrows at me when I stomped my way out of my office and over to the coffee pot. I'd remembered, almost too late, that we still needed coffee, so I'd bought a couple of bags of heavenly fully caffeinated from the shop downstairs. They'd recently begun selling their bags.
Lifesavers.
"You okay?" June asked with a lot of questions in her tone.
I glanced at my friend and co-worker, then down at my clothes. So it looked more like something to relax in that dominate and conquer all who came across my path. They were lucky I hadn't worn yoga pants. Or a frikkin' bikini. "I had a bad day yesterday. I needed comfort today." She hadn't yet seen the hat I planned to wear this afternoon. I’d fallen in love with it, even if it was a little…whimsical. That would really complete my look.
"Andromeda," freakin' Franklin called out his office door. "Can you do me a solid and go over to Eldora's office? She needs an in-person meeting with you. One of her clients is in crisis."
My heart beat in my throat as I considered the ways I could kill him, just based on the objects in this room. There was a paperweight on his desk. I could bash his head in with it, then claim it was an accident. No one would ever know the truth. June would probably vouch for me.
