She barely has time to react before I drag her to the edge of the counter and bury my face between her thighs. Her scent hitting me hard enough to knock thought clean out of my skull. My tongue is hungry. I lick her clit hard, fast, starving for the taste of her, then pull it into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her cry out.
“Jax—yes—like that!” she cries, hips bucking.
I bite into the soft skin of her inner thigh, where it meets the muscle. She cries out again, a sound of pure pleasure tangled with the biting edge of pain. I don’t ease up. I slide two fingers inside her, finding her soaked and more than ready. I curl them, hitting that spot that makes her entire body jolt, and I work her over, fucking her with my hand while my mouth devours her.
“You’re mine. Mine. You hear me?” I growl against her skin, the magic thrumming in my veins. “These legs are mine to spread, to hold open. They part for me and only me.” My magic coils around my fingers, an invisible force that I can feel amplifying every touch inside her. It’s not just flesh I’m stroking anymore; it’s her, and the magic, and me, all blurring into one dangerous point of pressure.
Her hands fist in my hair, dragging me closer as her body tightens, trembling violently on the edge of release. I add a third finger, and the magic follows, a phantom fourth and fifth stretching her wider than physically possible, claiming her, feeling her walls clench around the impossible intrusion. “Look at me,” I command, lifting my head just enough to meet her wild, dazed gaze. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
“Jax…” she whimpers, her voice breaking.
My control is fraying. The magic isn’t just a tool anymore; it’s a hunger, a primal urge to see how far she can bend, how deep I can reach. It would be so easy to go too far. The magic inside herpulses with my words, pushing deeper, searching for a barrier, a limit. I could try to reach her cervix… to feel that final gate clench around me.
I can feel the magic straining, wanting to elongate, to push past all reason.
“One wrong thought, one flicker of lost control, and I’d be inside you in a way no one was ever meant to be. I’d break you from the inside out just to feel it.”
The image is terrifyingly vivid, and my magic surges in response, making her cry out as the pressure intensifies.
“Tell me to stop,” I grit out, my whole body shaking with the effort of holding back the tide. “Because I don’t think I can.”
“Not until I say scotch,” she reminds me, her voice a ragged challenge between moans.
I give her one last, vicious lick, a wicked smile coming to my lips as I think of the little surprise I have waiting for her.
She screams my name and just as the first wave of her orgasm crests, I press my thumb against her tight ass and push inside without warning. I don’t give her time to adjust. I push it inside, hard, stretching her open.
She gasps. “What—Jax—wait?—”
“Open up for me,” I say, my voice low and dark. “Take it.” Her uneven cry of pain cuts through the air, a beautiful, broken sound. The magic flares in response, but I don’t want to just bind her. I want to erase the hurt I caused. I lean down, spitting directly onto the stretched, clenching ring of muscle where my thumb disappears inside her. The saliva isn’t just wet; it’s liquid magic, a warm, tingling balm that instantly soothes the sting of the breach. It heals as it lubricates, allowing me to push deeper, erasing the pain and replacing it with nothing but a shocking, full-bodied pleasure. Her gasp turns into a shuddering moan of disbelief.
The double penetration shatters her. She convulses, her body clamping down on my fingers as the orgasm shoots through her.
I lift her off the bar while she’s still shaking. I think about her breasts for a quick second and the leotard moves on its own, sliding off her shoulder, peeling down, revealing her flushed skin.
My own jeans unzip with a soft whisper of metal, the button popping free.
I don’t wait. I can’t. I press against her—just the head, dragging it slowly, torturously over her entrance, making her nails dig bloody crescents into my shoulders.
“Jax… don’t tease me,” she begs, her voice thin.
I slide in deep and she arches, a perfect, taut bow, and curses under her breath.
“You got them—fuck—I can’t believe you actually did it.”
I thrust slow, letting the curved metal of each barbell roll through her.
“Yeah,” I rasp, the word torn from my throat. “Pierced my cock six fucking times for you. Just to feel you come harder.”
She whimpers, her inner walls tightening around me like a silent, desperate thank you.
I grip her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“That should tell you something, Sisk. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing.”
I keep my grip in her face and kiss her as I let the magic move with us now. It’s an extension of my will, lifting her hips just so, adjusting the pressure, the angle, the pace, turning my body into a perfect instrument for her pleasure.
She’s panting, biting her lip, eyes fluttering closed.
