I suddenly never want her to see what lives underneath…who I truly am and what I have come into her world to do.
I don’t want her to stop looking at me like she’s looking at me in the moment.
Like I’m worth something.
Deceit sours my mouth and softens me. Or rather begins to, but then she’s unveiling me and staring, making all the blood in my body converge there until I think the vessels roping my dick might burst.
I rue my poor eyesight, needing to squint to make out the emotions composing her face. Her features are tense—with concentration or anxiety?
“You don’t have to suck me off,” I say. “I was just teasing you. Your hand—or I can use my own—” I choke on the rest of my ramblings, because she’s just leaned forward and licked my angry-purple tip. “Fuuuuuck.”
When she gloves me with her hot mouth, my biceps harden as though the ceiling was caving and my arms were the only thing keeping the camper from crumpling.
“Fuck me,” I rasp when she wraps her fingers around my root and begins to pump.
I’m going to blow. I might already have started. I’m awash with so much blinding pleasure that I think it’s not only leaking from my dick but also coming out of my pores.
“Electra.” I choke on her name, my abdomen spasming so hard I jerk my hips.
She gags as I hit the back of her throat.
“I’m sorry.” My balls rise and clench, and sweat runs down my spine. “Your mouth is magic, baby.”
The words are out without thought, but what if her runesarethe reason this feels so damn surreal?
I pull back, for her throat’s sake. Not because I’m scared of her magic. If it can enhance orgasms, then I have no problem with it. I’m aware it’s a convenient line to draw, yet I can’t seem to care.
Her fingers curl tighter, and then her other hand finds my balls, and I’m done for.
I cup her cheek, trying to guide her face away, but my body seizes, and my fingers freeze. “Electra, baby, you—it’s—I’m…” My warning becomes incoherent babble, because I don’t just come; I detonate.
Her throat bobs, yet rivulets of my seed drip down her chin.
My dick twitches as more cum gushes out. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten sucked off, but I can say, with unwavering clarity, that I haveneverclimaxed this hard. I’m more than ever convinced it has to do with her runes.
I grip her jaw and tilt her head. “That was the single best blowjob I have ever been given.” My thumb strokes away a trail of my pleasure. “Thank you.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t, but I appreciate the compliment.”
“Why would I make that up?”
“To receive more of them?” she quips. “I mean, if you told me I was shit at it, I’d probably think twice before giving you another one.”
I shake my head at her. And then I drag my briefs and joggers back up—because who wants a flaccid penis in their face?—and pull off my T-shirt to wipe her face clean. And then I crouch in the diminutive space between the door and the mattress until our heads are leveled.
“Baby, I don’t know how many you’ve given—and I don’t want to know, because I’d likely hunt down all your exes—but as I said in the throes of the moment… As I’ll repeat now that I’m not obstructing your airway, your mouth was fucking magic.Almost could lead a person to believe the tattoos on your neck hold real power.”
As I lean in to steal a kiss, her pupils swell, thinning the color around them. I wonder how long it’ll take her to admit that her runes aren’t just ink, and how well I’ll manage to feign astonishment when she does.
Food for thought. For another time. Not when I’m on the brink of seeing more of Electra than Malachi Hadez ever has. The satisfaction this brings me is heady as hell.
I drag my palms up her smooth thighs. “Shall we see how much magic is contained in your cunt?”
Chapter 27
Electra
My face heats. “Sorry to break it to you, but mycuntis entirely magicless.”
