My anger spikes, boiling my blood. I grip her hair and force her to me, my lips pressing at her ear to answer the question, but she’s so damn lost in her cresting orgasm.
“Think of the worst kind of monster you can imagine, and once you have it in mind, picture me ripping his heart out, ’cause I am ten times what you could ever imagine me to be.”
My hands glide down her back and her rhythm picks up.
She rides me fast and hard, panting as she pulls back to look at me. Her big blue eyes stare into mine and she shocks me when she smiles and says, “What if I said I have always wanted to play with the devil, if only to see how bad it would burn?”
“Then I would say you’re pretty fucking close to getting what you wished for. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick like you were made to.”
London hums her approval, and when I flip her over, she goes with a happy little yelp. Widening her stance without being told, I shove into her from behind.
A deep groan pulls from me and she purrs to life.
“C’mere.” I skate my hand up her spine, locking onto the back of her neck. Magic buzzes beneath my touch when I summon her, knowing damn well she’s too out of it to notice. Just as she didn’t notice the cryokinesis trickery I was using, sending icy chills over her breasts to tease and pebble her nipples even more, to bite at her clit in a way that has her pussy squeezing me so fucking good.
I imagine what I want it to do, sending small swirls of cool air over her clit, and she gasps, head dropping to my shoulder.
I take her chin in my hand and smash my lips to hers.
She presses into me, and I drive into her and my body starts to shake, tension pulling at my every muscle and she does the same, her brows tightening.
My orgasm is right there, ready to erupt and she’s right there with me.
Sweat beads at my brows and her eyes flash to mine, holding a sliver of panic that’s working its way into her.
My limbs shake, my hands stiffening, locking around her without permission and she reaches back, gripping my face.
My dick flexes, strains, and her walls pulse around me.
Heat like I’ve never felt before spreads through my veins like fire.
“What—” she cuts off with a swallow.
And then we both come, at the same time, and the second our bodies let go, erupting in sync, we quake, but it’s not like the heady tremble of a fuck well done.
It’s more.
Electricity zings across my skin, zapping against her and she gasps, eyes blowing wide as she stares into mine.
A low growl starts deep in my chest, way the fuck down in there somewhere, as if coming from a pit I never knew existed, and when it reaches my throat, forcing its way out, it’s a foreign sound.
My teeth elongate, pricking at my lower lip, and she clenches her eyes closed, a small, muffled cry leaving her as if she’s pained.
Light sparks around us, flickering and popping, and what the actual fuck?!
Straining, I tug on my gift, and it takes everything I have to tear myself from her.
I stumble from the bed, falling onto my fucking ass. Drunk with fatigue. That has to be it.
I don’t bother going for my clothes.
I flick my fingers, and a portal appears, my eyes toward her. She’s fallen over, eyes still closed as she grips at her throat, the harsh acrid scent of her fear like flames in my nostrils.
Every part of me goes on high alert, demanding I go to her. That I eliminate the threat, help her, shield her.
To protect what’s mine.
No.
NO.
I rage war with my mind, digging into it and clawing at the part of me that seems to be on some Mage fucking madness, a cocktail of twisted shit fucking me up from the inside out and warping reality, fucking with my mind and waking the deeper, dormant parts of me.
This girl? This little Giftless girl is not fucking mine.
She’s nothing but a toy. A worthless plaything.
I’m a fucking royal. The strongest bloodline our kind has ever seen runs through my veins.
I grind my teeth until I feel one crack, and then I step through the fucking portal.
In less than a blink I’m back home, but the separation does nothing to help.
My lungs are closing in on me, caving deep within my chest to the point that it’s a struggle to breathe. Shit, it’s a struggle to fucking stand. It’s like the first time I slipped through a portal, only ten times worse. I fling my arm out, using a simple summoning spell to call the couch to me, and with only seconds to spare, I collapse onto it, my fingers digging into the material. Rolling onto my back, I strain against the never-ending tug threatening to tear my tendons in two.
A deep rumble stirs in my chest, fire like never before causing literal sweat to build along my hairline and I grit my teeth. “Goddammit!”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I fight for control of myself, shutting down everything raging inside me and focusing only on the tiny flicker of a flame I picture deep within my mind. I watch as the flame dances, changing from soft orange to reds and blues until finally, my eyes fly open.
My shoulders ease the slightest bit and my nostrils flare with a deep, full breath, but the instant the heavy inhale fills my airway, my heart starts beating triple time in my chest.
Her scent, it’s all fucking over me. Along my lips and chin, my fingers and my cock.
Growling, I shove myself to my feet, stomping my way to my room, and as I come around the corner, I’m flung to the side. Plaster explodes against my shoulder as I go through the wall and I bare my teeth, my head snapping left to find Sin.
His eyes blow wide as he takes me in, and instantly he jerks toward me, but with that single foot closer, his body stills. His chin lifts as he takes it deep, his lips fluttering closed as a slight shake works its way through him.
“You finally fucked her.” His grin is slow. “Goddamn, brother. Took you long enough.”
My hand shoots out, catching myself on the wall, and I shove past him, heading up the winding staircase to my room. Why the fuck didn’t I portal straight in there? It hadn’t been that long. London wasn’t an easy lay, but she was one I knew I’d get. At least once, I needed to taste her.
“Knight! Hold up—”
I put a wall between us, shutting him out and dragging my ass into the shower. I hold my breath until every inch of me is lathered and rinsed, and then I count to fucking ten.
Something’s wrong.
Off.
And I think Creed was right.
I think I might know what it is.
And if I don’t, best believe I’m going to find out.
London
I wake to the morning light streaming through my window, the clock blinking six a.m. Lifting my arms over my head, I begin to stretch, and when I feel the sharp sting of overused muscles, I tense, blinking at the nothingness of my room.
Last night comes back to me in a whirlwind, and I swear literal wind seems to roll over my skin, sending a chill throughout my body.
Holy shit! Knight was in my room last night and holy fucking shit, we fucked like animals.
He flipped me more ways than I could count, fucking me into a coma, or so it seems, as I have no recollection of him pulling out, leaving, or falling asleep.
His every touch was purposeful, driving me insane and leaving me fucked raw and red. I know it’s cliché as hell, and I never really thought it was a thing, but rather a figure of speech. I was wrong because I swear to God, I saw stars. Weirdly blinking, wrongly shaped ones, but stars, nonetheless.