"Magic," she reminded him. "No babies unless I want them, and certainly no diseases."
His eyes widened. "You have magic birth control?" he asked, then he grinned, and the only word for it waswolfish.
"Perks of the job," she said. And she worried for just a moment that she had gone too far.
But then Nico rolled her over so she was once more pressed against the mattress, and he was between her legs. The position opened her completely to him, her thighs spread wide around his hips, the weight of his cock resting heavy against her slick entrance.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I promise," she said as solemnly as she could manage with his cockright there. "I will tell you if I change my mind."
Given the circumstances, she could appreciate the check-in, but she had made what she wanted abundantly clear. Nico didn't need to be told again.
He pushed into her, and Elise moaned at the intrusion as he filled her up. The burn of the stretch gave way to fullness, to the sensation of being completely claimed, and when he bottomed out, she could feel himeverywhere.
She hooked her legs around him, and her fingers dug into the sheets as their hips moved together. Every thrust drove him deeper, the angle hitting something inside her that made her see stars, and she could hear the wet sound of their bodies coming together, the creak of the bed, Nico's ragged breathing in her ear.
He thrust his cock, and she chased it, but she was overwhelmed by the sensation. The drag of him pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in set a rhythm that had her gasping, her inner walls clenching around him with every stroke. He kept moving and moving, harder and harder,not letting up when she gasped his name, and going even harder when she begged for more.
Sweat slicked the space between them, making every slide of skin against skin easier, hotter, and she could feel the tremor in his muscles as he held himself over her, driving into her with a focus that bordered on desperate.
The wave was cresting, Elise could feel that her body was about to give in, and she tried to hold it off. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in her belly, spreading outward to her fingertips and toes, every nerve ending lit up and screaming for release.
She wanted this to last forever.
She wanted Nico to live inside of her and keep this feeling going until they were both no more than dust.
But she could only take so much.
And with one more thrust, her body rippled around him as she came, and he emptied himself inside of her, gasping out her name in that final breath. She could feel the pulse of him inside her, the hot spill of his release, and her own body clenching around him in aftershocks that seemed to go on forever.
He held her close, peppering kisses along her jaw and stealing one from her lips. His weight settled more fully onto her as his breathing slowed. She could feel his heart still racing against her chest, the rise and fall of his ribs matching hers.
And as she came down from the high of the orgasm, Elise knew that this was probably the biggest mistake she had ever made in her life.
But there was not a single part of her soul that could regret it.
Chapter
Nineteen
Elise wasn't lyingbeside Nico when he woke up.
He'd clutched her in his arms, like holding her tight enough could keep the universe from forcing him to let her go. At some point in the night, she must have slipped out of his arms.
He heard the shower running, so he wasn't concerned that she was off on another secret mission.
But it was another reminder of what she really was—of the sword looming over both of their heads. If the other betas found out that he knew she was a witch, they were both screwed. But what was he supposed to do about it? He'd told the others that the decision about what to do about Elise was up to Cole.
And now he was starting to believe that Cole might actually wake up.
This was a clusterfuck waiting to happen.
"We need to go check on him," Elise said once she was done in the shower. Her skin was flushed pink, her hair a bit damp. She had a towel wrapped around her, but that was more temptation than coverup.
Nico had put out another one of his shirts for her along with a borrowed pair of pants that would fit her.
She looked at the shirt, then looked at him and gave him a knowing look. And she put that shirt on anyway. His wolf let out a huff of satisfaction.
