A tingle drips down my spine, and desire pools low in my belly. I don’t know what this has to do with learning to harness his magick through the bond, but I’m thankful Zahira mentioned the task and more than glad for the mental distraction this afternoon. I’m learning that this is how I keep from spiraling through these days of worry and waiting.
By losing myself in Alexus Thibault.
I crawl onto the bed, aware of his intense stare as I position myself. When I cast my eyes on him, I swear I see lust flaring in his gaze, feel it alive in this room.
He possesses no modesty as I watch him strip, the wait almost unbearable. With every item of clothing shed, I grow wetter and wetter, and when his hard length is revealed, my core aches to be filled with him.
Sashes in hand, naked save for the key around his neck, Alexus moves onto the bed, kneeling behind me. As the down mattress sinks beneath his weight, my heart picks up pace, my pulse fluttering like a butterfly trapped in my throat.
“Come a little closer to me and spread your knees.”
I do as he commands, scooting backwards until he stops me. When I’m comfortably spread, Alexus slips his hand down my abdomen, down between my legs, and drags a finger through the slickness gathered there, from my entrance to my clit, flicking that little bundle of nerves, making my abdominal muscles tighten.
“So wet,” he purrs, a moment before bringing that same finger to my mouth and dipping it inside, swirling it around my tongue. A silent whimper shudders inside my chest as he slides his finger from between my lips. “See how good you taste?”
Trying to maintain some semblance of composure, I nod as I grit my teeth and fist my hands at my sides, goosebumps racing along my skin. I feel certain I won’t make it through this, whatever this is, and I wish more than anything that birthbane didn’t take days to work.
Alexus takes my right hand in his and kisses my knuckles, then he winds one end of the black sash around my wrist, securing it with a knot I don’t recognize. Next, he ties the other end around the slender bedpost, once again using a knot that looks complex enough I won’t be able to go anywhere.
Once he repeats tying my left side with the red sash, he says, “Any discomfort?” and I shake my head. My arms are stretched, my breasts pushed forward, and this is quite possibly the most vulnerable position my body has ever been in. But I’m not uncomfortable.
Alexus ducks under my trussed arms, and then knees his way onto the bed in front of me. He grazes his hand along the curves of my side, admiring his handiwork. “This might be the best idea I’ve ever had,” he says with a sexy smirk.
Seductively, he leans down and kisses my rune, tracing his tongue across the mark. I can’t fight the shiver it causes.
Before I grasp what’s happening, Alexus lies down on his back and uses the leverage of his feet planted on the mattress to push himself toward the head frame, resting his head between my legs, his broad shoulders butting against my thighs.
Heat licks up my throat and spreads across my face as I look down at his muscled body, his cock raging hard against the carved plane of his abdomen. He touches it. Stroking it. Thumbing the already glistening crown.
A ragged breath tremors out of me. This is torture.
“I’m going to feast on you.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “No release though. Not until you fill this room with starlights, as you call them. And I want your glamour up. Let’s see if you can hold two magicks at once.”
I send a bolt of bewilderment through the rune, chased by a question. I have no idea how to harness his magick, much less while I’m holding the construct of a glamour in place. We could be at this all night.
Not that I mind. But I do.
Sort of.
Gods above and below.
Alexus laughs and skims his rough hands up my thighs and over my hips, cupping my ass. “My power is accessible through the bond. All you must do is command it. Will it to behave as you wish. Focus.”
I make a mental note to call him the worst magickal instructor ever born when this is over. But my mind gets sidetracked quite quickly because he’s kissing the inside of my thigh again, and not a gentle press of the lips either. A wet kiss, his tongue making sinuous circles on my skin.
When he stops, he smacks my ass, just hard enough to arouse the slightest, most wonderful sting. “Glamour. Up.”
A quiver rocks through my thighs, and my muscles clench, but I hold myself steady and try to think straight enough to erect a glamour. It’s difficult, because I can feel his breath, warm on my damp flesh, making me ache even more. But the glamour rises. The magick of it chases across my skin, and my witch’s marks vanish.
“Mmm, good girl.” He spreads me apart with his fingers, opening me. “Now sit.”
Every bit of my self-awareness tightens into a knot in my chest. When I don’t move—because I’m so incredibly aroused yet somehow also simultaneously mortified—his arms tighten, and he draws me down to his mouth. I’m angled in such a way that my back is arched, my softness pressed to his mouth just right, just where I need him. But gods’ stars. As he pushes his tongue into me, I feel like I’m suffocating him.
I inch up off his face, and a deep chuckle resonates from his chest. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He lifts his head and drags a long lick up my center, making me tense. “You are perfect and utterly delicious. This is bliss for me.” Again, he folds his hand around his cock. As he pumps his fist, his other hand grips my hip. “I can make you climax like this.”
No doubt.
He kisses my thigh. “Just call forth my magick,” he continues. “And I’ll fuck you with my tongue until you can’t stand it anymore.” He takes my hips in both hands again. “Now, come here.”
