The walls tremble, Fia’s palace rattling under the power of Un Drallag’s release.
It lasts longer than what should be humanly possible, so long I can hardly take it. With deep groans and grunts, he spills into me over and over, until his pleasure runs down my thigh, and he withdraws his thumb from my body.
But just when I think it’s over, he wipes his release up my cleft, and suddenly there’s pressure where his thumb had been.
“Just a taste of what you’re asking for,” he says, spitting on us again before pushing the head of his cock into my ass with a rugged groan of ecstasy that drives me wild.
He slips in easier than I imagined, and I gasp hard at the feeling, that same initial bite of pain followed by intense fullness. Thanks to his earlier ministrations, I feel more than ready, though. For this few inches, at least.
And so I move against him, needing more, and slide my hand between my legs, teasing my clit. We work together like that, gently pushing the limits, his cock still impossibly hard and thick.
As our rhythm intensifies, his grip on my waist grows firmer as he pants behind me like a man ready to explode. He begins thrusting shallowly, carefully moving a little deeper. I’m still only taking less than half of him, though it feels like so much more.
I don’t expect our orgasms to arise so quickly, but Alexus begins moving faster, and they roll in like a tide, each wave promising to eventually destroy us.
When my pleasure crashes, I pound my fist on the desk, gasping, uncertain if I can bear this, just as Alexus says, “Fuck Raina, I’m coming again.”
Magick roars through the room and pounds through me, and together, we are annihilated by sensation as the world stops for us once more.
In those long moments, tears spill down my face, because I feel Alexus so thoroughly in the bond, our magick so entwined. I feel his unyielding love for me, his deep appreciation for my trust, the overwhelming pride that I am his, and the comfort that I don’t fear any part of him. He treasures me. Treasuresus.
After several moments, he lowers his leg and gently eases mine off the desk. My entire body is shaking. I can’t think clearly, but I know I can’t stand on my own. If not for the desk and the hold Alexus still has on me, I would collapse.
Tenderly, he withdraws from my body and lifts me into his arms, carrying me to bed. I feel him cleaning me, smell a hint of lavender, sense the cool touch of a damp cloth on my face, my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and finally soothing between my legs. I register little else until he crawls in bed beside me and draws me to him.
All I know is that I gave Alexus everything tonight, and I would do it a thousand times over.
“We rattled the city,” I sign against his chest, smelling the lavender on him as well. The Fever Lilac dust is gone, save for a few specs glimmering on his abdomen.
He tugs the cover over us and smiles against my hair just before kissing my forehead. “That we did, my love.”
There are no more words after that. No worries or fears or concerns about tomorrow. No thoughts of gods or wars or death or destruction.
We curl around one another, our magick still tangled, the shimmering threads glowing brightly as the lighthouse beacon in my mind’s eye.
And we sleep.
Alexus’s Dream
From The Witch Collector
A Glimpse into Alexus’s Memories
Alexus & Raina
1
ALEXUS
Ihave known cold.
Years and years of long and unkind winters in the North, but I’m not certain I’ve ever known cold like this.
Lamp in hand, I bring Mannus to a halt and dismount, my booted feet crushing through a snow drift that reaches above my ankles. Surrounded by an orb of faint light from my lantern, I gather the heavy blanket around my shoulders and trudge against the wind and falling snow toward the women.
I still don’t know how to feel about the blacksmith’s daughter. Something is wrong. Something I’ve yet to place. She carries a stench my mind remembers from many years past, an odor that sparks a warning in my mind, but it’s an impossible thought.Impossible.
“You have fire magick, yes?” I say to the girl.
