Pack magic, p.12
Pack Magic, page 12
“So, saying frange vincula breaks all spells?” He cocked an eyebrow and then chuckled. “I’m still enamored with you, so I don’t think it works.”
I sent him a side eye as we approached my front door. I turned with my back to the door and stared up at him, unsure of what came next with us now that we no longer had that fight to the death stress over our heads.
He blocked me in with his arms and met my gaze. “What comes next is I ravage the hell out of you until you can’t walk.”
I blinked at him and narrowed my eyes. “What if I just want to date?”
His low chuckle sent a thrill through me. “I think we’re beyond polite dating.”
“You won’t let me cuff you and you won’t date me...” I crossed my arms and pouted.
He reached beyond me and opened the door, herding me inside. “I will take you to a movie after I claim you right and proper.” He grinned and kicked the door closed. “I plan on breaking furniture, too.”
The tone he used went straight to my lady bits. It was all possessive and seductive at the same time. I quite liked the chase, especially considering I knew the kind of reward at the end of this cat and mouse game.
He reached for me, and I spun out of his grip, leading him farther into the house. He caught me and slammed me into the wall where my parents’ photo hung. He glanced at it and then looked down at me, narrowing his eyes.
“I don’t give a damn if your parents are watching from the afterlife.” He caught my wrists and held them out wide as he leaned in to kiss me. At the last minute, he diverted to my throat, nipping and licking until I shuddered. He tore my shirt with his teeth and then ran his fingers from my hands to my body in slow motion, staring into my eyes with the kind of grin on his lips that screamed naughty.
“What exactly are you going to do to me?”
He gripped what was left of my shirt and tore it wide open. “I’m going to make you so wet that you’re begging for me, and then I’m going to bend you over something and fuck you until you come for me.”
I laughed. “No creativity in that.”
His predatory stare widened at my challenge. “What kind of creativity do you have in mind?”
His sultry voice, combined with the slow caress of his hands on my torso, nearly stalled my mind.
“Did you know there are several ways to sixty-nine?”
His smile morphed to a grin. “Did you know there are at least a hundred different ways to fuck?”
I raised an eyebrow and licked my lips as my gaze dropped to the front of his pants. The outline of his cock was impressive in the fighting leathers I dressed him in. I ran my hand over the soft leather, feeling every inch of him. “I have one of those inversion bars in the gym.” I licked my lips. “I’m thinking that might be fun.” I rubbed him slowly again.
The way his eyes sparkled and how quickly he grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me into the gym made me laugh out loud. He brought me straight to the bar and waved for me to get set up.
“Oh no, sweetheart. That’s for you.”
He glanced at it and the boots waiting on the floor and then at me. Doubt painted his features.
“Are you afraid to submit to your alpha?” I batted my eyes at him. Being upside down wasn’t exactly submitting but it would make things interesting.
He stripped his shirt off and started to unbutton his pants.
“No. Pants stay on. I like the soft leather.”
Logan’s hesitation amused me. He was the type of man who never submitted to anyone, so his discomfort throbbed in my shoulder.
I knelt and took off his boots and socks and then fit the inversion boots around his ankles, snapping them in tight. “I promise, I won’t bite.”
Dimples appeared. “But I might.”
I smiled and nodded to the bar. “Think you can secure the boots yourself?”
He grabbed the side bars, did a half summersault, clipped the anti-gravity boots on the bar, and then let go. He stared at me from upside down. I walked up to him, pleased with the alignment of his groin to my mouth and vice-versa.
He reached for me, and I moved as fast as a panther leaping for their victim, conjuring a set of handcuffs as I grabbed his wrist. Before he could blink, I had one hand cuffed to below the floor bar.
“Hey.” He balked and made it difficult for me to get his other wrist in the same place.
I gave up and just clasped the cuff to the pole above that base bar and then stepped away. All that lust that he had transmitted in the entry of the house vanished, replaced with a raw irritation.
“Now, you are truly at my mercy.” I grinned and slid my finger from under his chin to the waistline of his pants.
“Let me out of these, Erica.” His warning fell on deaf ears.
I turned and headed toward the door.
“You’re leaving me like this?” he asked in exasperation.
I stopped and locked the door.
“Oh.”
His reaction was amusing. His alpha conflicted with the excitement that bloomed when I turned that lock. Anticipation of something unusual mixed in my mark, and his eyes flared with it.
I slowly crossed, stripping out of my torn shirt and my pants, leaving the boots on because I’d need the little boost in height they provided to suck him properly.
His eyes gleamed as he watched me approach. He tried to break the cuffs, but to no avail. I stopped inches from him and set my legs wide. I reached up to his knees and ran my hands down his thighs to where the hardness of him showed through the leather. I looked down at his blue stare and smiled.
“Are you ready to have your mind blown?”
The grin that appeared was enough to envelop me in heat. I stepped closer, giving his mouth access to me. The first swipe of his tongue from my core to my clit turned me on something fierce.
I unbuttoned and unzipped his leather pants, pushing them up and freeing his hard-on. I slid my hands around to his ass, lowering his pants further so I could suck his balls first. I licked them and then pulled one and then the other in my mouth.
The cuffs rattled like he wanted to grip me in the same way and a low growl came from his lips, but his mouth never stopped working me. He locked on my clit, sucking and licking it, sending heat waves through me.
I licked the length of him and then took the tip of his cock between my lips, slowly taking him in inch by inch as I sucked. His groan and hot breath on my sex turned my blood to liquid lava, sending wetness right to the spot his mouth manipulated.
He growled, “Not yet,” like he was admonishing himself and then pushed his hips toward me, coming in my mouth with a drawn-out, “Fuck.”
I waved both the cuffs and his pants away, hoping he would continue to bring me to the same plateau he had reached, but he pushed me away and undid himself.
When he turned toward me, there was a feral promise in his gaze, and he grabbed me before I could scoot away. He slammed me back first into the wall and knelt, wrapping one of my legs over his shoulder so he had full access to my pussy. He was relentless, bringing me to the brink and then backing off with a wicked gleam in his eyes. When his tongue sped up, his finger remained sliding slow and easy; when he went slow with his tongue, his finger slammed into me at a frenetic pace.
I fisted his hair and when my orgasm flashed over, I cried out with it. He moved faster than I had with the cuffs and stood, entering with a thrust that lifted me off my feet and peeled another scream from my chest. He covered my mouth with his as I reeled from the pain of his initial penetration. He stood, balls-deep in me, holding my hips to him, and breathed, slowly playing tongue tag with me as I settled into his length and girth.
He pulled away from my lips with a grin. He kissed my neck. “Tight fucking virgin,” he purred. “I knew it.”
“Fuck you,” I said breathlessly.
“With pleasure.” He circled his hips slowly, giving me a glimpse of the punishment he had in mind for me.
His languid movements wiped away the pain, replacing it with a visceral yearning. I wanted him to lose control like he had in the inversion machine. I wanted him panting and praising me the way he had when I sucked him off on the beach. I liked it when he was at my mercy, not the reverse that we seemed to have fallen into here. But I couldn’t think past the slick pressure he created inside me.
“Faster,” I whispered, wanting more of him.
“Bite me,” he said, and offered me his throat.
Surprise filtered through me, and I stilled in his grip. My eyes widened, and I met his gaze, as if the blood rush to his head had clouded his judgment.
“Don’t you want to taste me?” he asked as he continued the painfully slow pace.
“I already did.” I looked down at the juncture of my hips, thinking of his magnificent cock.
“No. My blood.”
God. Did he know what he was asking? I was already so lost in the sensation of him that I might not be able to stop once I tapped that fountain. I’d never drunk from anything other than prey and yet, my vampire teeth were already poking out in anticipation.
“I could hurt you.” I searched his gaze for doubt, for understanding, and what I saw nearly had me tearing into him. Logan accepted what I was. All that I was and not just the wolf or the phoenix. He also accepted the witch and the darkest part of me.
“I’m going to brutalize the fuck out of your pussy for the rest of the day, long into the night, so fuel up.” He lifted his chin again. “I trust you,” he said after I didn’t take the bait.
“Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t.” He smelled incredible, and he had made the questionable decision to bring out my vampire. And once she surfaced, she was even harder to control than my wolf. I ran my tongue down his throat, teasing myself as much as him. When the thought of his blood flowing into my mouth like his cum had crossed my mind, I gave in to the need and bit down on that throbbing vein. Blood rocketed into my mouth. He tasted like strawberries and wine on a summer’s eve, and hot chocolate in front of the fire on a cold winter’s night.
His passion and heat filled me as his hips pounded harder and harder into me. His hands caressed my ass, pulling me closer to him with each stroke of his cock.
“Ah, fuck, Erica,” he whispered in my ear. “It feels like I’ve just stepped into heaven.”
I forced my teeth to retract and sucked one more time before pulling away. His wounds didn’t close up. Blood still flowed, and I put my fingers on the bite marks, willing my fire to the surface. I cauterized his wounds and then licked the blood from his skin.
The glossiness of his eyes cleared, and he smiled down at me, still moving his hips in a punishing pace. “What a wild ride.” He slammed into me hard enough to make me gasp.
He lowered his mouth to the mark on my shoulder. Pain radiated, mixing with the pleasure as he re-marked me, claiming me as his true mate as his hips slammed into me with brutal force. The wall supporting my back creaked in protest.
I spied my mark on him and let my wolf surface just enough to bring forth my canine teeth. I clamped down.
Pleasure spun from the mark to my pussy. Sensations both foreign and familiar played inside me as we became one in carnal union. His buildup layered over mine, increasing with every touch; every cell cried out for more of him. His growl echoed in my soul, turning my body into liquid heat.
I arched into him, screaming through the bite as my orgasm rocketed through me, tightening my muscles to the point where pain and pleasure collided, nearly blinding me as he came deep within me.
My body melted into his as he lowered to his knees, keeping me firmly wrapped around him and his teeth still impaled in my skin. He panted through a soft groan of contentment.
I released my bite and willed my teeth back to normal, before I slowly licked the blood my marking left. He did the same and our connection faded to a manageable level. But that comingling of feelings still existed in my heart and my mind.
When he finally pulled away and met my gaze, awe filled his eyes. He pushed my hair back and gently kissed me. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.” He glanced back at the inversion bar. “Or that.” He hooked his thumb toward the machine with a grin. “We’ll have to trade places next time.”
I gave him a smirk. I wasn’t promising him that.
He slowly uncoupled from me and sat back on the floor, unhooking the inversion boots from his ankles. I thought for sure he was going to snap them on me, but he set them aside and stood, offering me his hand. “We might want to take this to your bedroom. I doubt your brother and your guardian want to witness us testing out all the positions known to man today.” He glanced around the home gym and then at the impression in the wall where my back had been planted. “And I’m sure you’d like a softer surface to be pummeled against.”
His grin promised me so much more than just raw sex. But for now, I’d meet him willingly in that endeavor.
As we headed toward the door, I conjured sleepwear for us. A cute shorts outfit for me and a pair of sweats and an open shirt for him. No sense in walking through the house announcing that we’re shagging like bunnies. Although we certainly smelled like awesome sex.
Logan’s stomach made an awful growl as I opened the door to the living area. William was on the couch with the remote, and he gave me a knowing smirk. Phillip sat at the table with his lips tight, like he was trying not to smile at us.
“Think you could conjure one of those T-bone steaks before we resume the fun of claiming each other?” Logan asked.
I rolled my eyes. It seemed the men were much more at ease with me being claimed than I was. “Fine,” I muttered and conjured a steak dinner at the kitchen table.
Phillip stood up to take his leave, but before he slunk back into his office, he looked at Logan’s bare chest. “We need to get you hooked up with that protection tattoo.”
“Can I take a rain check for tomorrow some time?” Logan looked between me and the food on the table. “We need to settle who has the upper hand in this relationship.” He pointed between the two of us.
Phillip smirked. “You’ll never have the upper hand again, son.” He disappeared into his office while William let out a howl of a laugh from the other side of the room.
I just smiled and shrugged, because Phillip was truly right. Now that we claimed each other, Logan didn’t have a prayer.
The End
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