“Shhh,” she says, moving closer, “talk to me.”
The hunger—the magic—the need—surges so brutally I have to shut my eyes before it knocks me flat. “It wants… a…” I force out.
She steps closer, placing a gentle hand on my back.
“Aah—” I flinch hard, hissing. The touch is agony and relief all at once.
“Let me see.” She turns me toward her and lifts my shirt. Her fingers drift over the Markings, tracing the edges of the burning lines. A feral sound tears from my throat, my back arching as the magic roars under her touch.
Her breath stutters. “A baby?” she whispers, her eyes wide with shock.
My hands ball into fists so tight my knuckles crack.
“Shut the light off,” she says, her voice urgent.
“What?”
“Turn. The lights. Off, Jax.”
I don’t flip a switch, I destroy every bulb in the room. Glass pops. Darkness drops. Total, suffocating black.
She steps in—close enough her breath warms my stomach—and presses her lips to the Marking, so gently I almost cry from the pain. Her hands go to my jeans, fumbling with the button. The zipper slides down on its own. The magic doesn’t hesitate, neither do I.
I brace both hands on the wall because if I touch her—if I grab her—I’ll shove so deep down her throat she’ll choke.
She feels the restraint in every trembling muscle. “Deep breaths, bad boy…” she rasps. “Let me suck this curse out of you.”
Her tongue circles me once, slow and wet, clockwise. I feel every ridge, every vein on my cock jump under the heat of her mouth. A bead of pre-cum wells at the tip, and her tongue flicks out to lap it up before she takes me deeper.
I watch her in the large mirror on the opposite wall. She takes me slow—painfully slow—her kind of slow—a rhythm that cages my mind, steals my consciousness, forces me to focus on her and nothing else.
My hips jerk and she steadies me with one hand. I lock my arm against the wall. I’m one second from forcing her too deep.It’s not enough.The voice rides up my spine, expands in my ribs, claws into my skull—a growl rips out of me.
She understands instantly this is worse than previous times.So much worse.She cups my balls in both hands, the weight of them heavy in her palms, then she lowers her mouth and licks them. The first hot, wet flick of her tongue against the sensitive skin there makes my vision white out.
It’s all too much. “I can’t—” I choke out.
She returns to my cock, her lips parting to take the head, and I lose everything. I thrust—hard—until she takes every inch, her throat constricting around me.I can’t stop. I can’t stop.I fuck her mouth like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, chasing the release, chasing the silence. My hips slam forward, a brutal rhythm, and I make sure she swallows every drop as I come with a hoarse shout.
Relief hits—or it should. The roaring in my head quiets for a minute. The magic recedes, just enough for me to draw a full breath without my ribs feeling like they’re in a vise.
I look at her as she licks her lips and comes up to kiss the Markings again. “I got you,” she tells me.
To both of our surprise, the magic boils back up, hotter and faster than before.I can’t think straight.One second she’s on her knees; the next, I’m pinning her against the wall.
I’m shaking, too far gone. I’m barely holding back, fighting the urge to take her like an animal.
She leans in, “It’s okay. You know I like it rough.”
With barely a thought, I have her legs wrapped around my neck, her entire body held by magic and the wall, suspended in the air for me.
Every sense spikes as I push her leotard aside, and her arousal floods in, thick and sweet. I drag my nose up and down her pussy, inhaling her, hunting that scent.It’s maddening.
My tongue pushes into her and she moans without fear. I want to devour her.
Tonight I’m nothing but hunger. A wolf. A shark. A creature built for eating in the dark. It takes everything I have not to leave another mark I can’t take back.
I’m already hard again, fantasizing about shoving into her when my brain shuts down. The magic spikes, erupts, and everything goes wrong at once.
