Chapter 21
Bluebell
I’m close, so fucking close. Heat pools between my thighs as I struggle to focus on Hadrian. His fingers are everywhere, his mouth all over my clit. It’s sensory overload, and I’m going to explode any moment.
Just as I hit the top of that beautiful rollercoaster of pleasure, he stops.
Zero contact.
Snarling, I glare over my shoulder. “What the fuck, Hadrian?!”
The look he shoots me is full of satisfaction as he leans forward and reaches a hand around to pinch my left nipple. He’s cool against my back, that huge body overtaking me as he envelops us in the cocoon of his wings. Sharp fangs come to my shoulder and bite.
My demanding snarl turns into a plea for more as he drags sharp teeth along my neck and down my shoulder. His mouth is possessive, like he’s owning every inch of me, teasing every bit of my skin with the promise of a claiming bite that’ll start his heart and bind our souls together.
It’s too much, and orgasm builds, rocking me as I chase that feeling with mounting desperation. My body’s coiled tight like a snake as he thrusts against me.
“I’m not even inside you yet,” he says with a soft chuckle, pulling my earlobe between his teeth. “Say my name, little witch.”
That sexy little comment is the last straw, and bliss shatters through me, rippling through my core in waves that radiate over and over and over.
I’m crashing against a shore, dashed against the hard planes of Hadrian’s body.
His mouth never leaves my neck, those fangs threatening to stake the claim he keeps promising me.
“Say it,” he grunts.
His name mixes with the screams that erupt from my throat.
For the first time, I let them out. They explode from me, echoing through the room as I let him hear every ounce of my pleasure.
My voice breaks on the last scream, just before I slump to the sheets, sweat coating my body.
Every muscle trembles as orgasm’s aftershocks shoot through me in miniature bursts.
Hadrian laughs softly against my neck. “That was fucking beautiful, mate. Now let’s do it again, but together. I wanted you to squirt, and I didn’t get what I wanted.”
I groan, arching my back and rubbing my ass against him. I need that magical mouth on my skin, those fangs tantalizing me with promise. The idea that he could bite me and keep me, that it’s really so simple? It’s intoxicating.
Hadrian’s tail snakes up and loops around my neck, squeezing softly. It’s like being collared, like I’m his pretty little pet, and it’s fucking hot. He could control me any way he wanted to, and I’d be helpless against him.
Reaching between us, he notches his cock against my pussy and pushes softly, giving me just the first inch or two. “Tell me you’re in deep with me,” he growls into my ear. “Let me hear it, Bluebell.”
“So deep,” I groan. “I’m lost, Hay. Lost in you.”
His rumbly snarl tells me everything I need to know. He’s lost too.
“But why does it have to be so complicated? I don’t want it to be.”
The world crashes in around me despite the slow, intense pulsing of that magical ringed cock.
“We are not complicated,” he corrects, slapping his tail spade against my chest. “Things around us are complicated, but what’s between you and me is as natural as breathing. Tell me you agree.”
“You’re right,” I manage as I shove backward, trying to impale myself on that gorgeous cock.
The bars on the underneath almost seem to vibrate as he starts thrusting faster and deeper.
His hips snap against my ass. But then that extra bit of bone vibrates against my clit.
He stops thrusting long enough to circle his hips, grinding over my pussy as lightning radiates from my core.
“Again,” he demands before biting my neck, harder this time. “Give it to me again, Bluebell. Another. And another. And another.”
But an idea just came to me based on his comment from earlier about gametime healing.
“This is highly atypical, Mister Alkazar,” I say breathlessly, looking over my shoulder. “I’m your team’s healer, not your personal fucktoy.”
He halts behind me, his cock halfway inside, and it flexes at my filthy words. Shit, maybe he’s not int—
“Is that right, Miss Tucker,” he says, falling forward and pressing my body to the mattress with his. He shoves inside me hard, so hard it nearly steals my breath. “And yet I find I can do whatever I want to you, isn’t that right? Because you didn’t deny me when I asked you to come to me.”
Sweat beads across my brow. “It’s unprofessional; we should stop.”
He chuckles and the depth of his voice might as well be a finger pressed to my clit. Everything inside me lights up and tightens and I can’t hold back a mewl.
“You touched me. You unleashed me,” he says with a deep rumble. “I’m not stopping all night, little healer. I’m going to fuck you until you’re boneless and then I’m going to do it again. We can keep this a dirty little secret from the team if you want, but after every game, you’re mine.”
“Only if you win,” I snap.
Gods. It’s role play but it’s our real life, too, because I want to be the first thing he does after every game.
“You can’t make me agree to that,” I manage, bucking my hips to try to shove him off.
Not that I ever could.
He slings his tail back around my neck and uses his wings to hold me flat as he places a hand on the back of my head. I turn my face to the side so I don’t suffocate on the damn mattress as he grips my left hip and pounds into me.
“Say we’ll never stop,” he demands, his voice rough and demanding. “Say that you can’t get enough of me, little witch.”
I’m so screwed. So totally screwed. Because I can’t keep this play. Before I even know what happened I’m coming to the sound of Hadrian’s satisfied, throaty laughter.
* * *
“You alright, Bluebell?”
Glancing to my right, I force a bright smile for Tiana. She’s working all day, and I just came in to do inventory and shelve some packages that arrived this morning.
Has it only been two days since that magical night in Laporte?
I’m meeting Hadrian and Petra shortly to go over to the team breakfast. I’ve just got to dodge my family until then, which could be hard since my brothers don’t have an appointment this morning. There’s a very solid chance they’ll be downtown.
“I made progress with the Bodice yesterday,” I whisper, careful not to talk too loud in case the building decides she isn’t into the progress anymore.
Tiana’s brows lift. “Progress? How do you know?”
I look around. It’s such a tentative progress.
“She opened the door for me.” I nearly squeal with excitement.
Tiana grins and rubs my shoulder. “That’s a definite improvement. See?! I told you things would be fine between you two.”
The Bodice rumbles overhead, but it sounds happy enough to me.
“You feeling alright, sweetheart?” I look around, cautious not to touch the building knowing she doesn’t like it when I do.
She rumbles again, and this time the sound is plaintive.
Tiana looks around. “I think she might want help, Bluebell. You should try.”
“Them critters probably got back in.”
Tiana and I whip around to find Rebekah, the Bodice’s original owner, standing in the doorway with both hands on her thin hips. She smiles, her vampire fangs showing.
“Don’t look so shocked to see me. Surely Hadrian told ya he called and I was on the way?”
Sputtering, I try to find the words to respond but fail to. He comm’d me a few times this morning but I was in meetings and not able to answer.
Tiana rounds the desk and crosses the floor, pulling Rebekah into her arms. “Bek, it is good to see you, honey. The Bodice ain’t been the most welcoming.”
Rebekah tsks and rubs the building’s front door. “Sweet girl, what on earth? I left you in the hands of the most capable black witch I’ve ever met. How could that not be a match made in heaven?”
The Bodice lets out a string of awful-sounding, displeased noises.
Concern brews in my belly, but my magic sparks and sputters at my fingertips in response to the building’s sad display.
“C’mere, Bloob,” Rebekah says, waving me toward the front. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been around. Just got back last night from two weeks in Santa Alaya with my grandbabies, and lords alive, it was so lovely. But I need you two to be happy together!”
When I join her, she takes my hand and slaps it on the wall. The Bodice rumbles, but the noise she lets out is less harrowing than in the past.
“Feel her,” Rebekah croons. “Past the pain. Just let that flow over you. She’s always been persnickety. I suspect we got a mix of that and something wrong going on.”
Shoeboxes fly off the wall behind Rebekah, but the vampiress just laughs. “I see you, girl.”
Magic courses through me as a sense of the building travels through my body. Something’s bothering her…something physical. Something in the storeroom, almost like a sore tooth.
“Supply room,” I murmur as I pinpoint the source of the pain.
Rebekah smiles at me. “She gets right bitchy when she’s in pain, and that’s how I always knew to call you to fix her in the past. She never really showed that in front of you, so I didn’t think to mention it. I assumed y’all would sort that out naturally.”
She jerks her head toward the back. “Let’s head back there and see if we can fix this.”
We cross the floor and pile into the storeroom. I feel around along the walls until I find a spot covered by boxes. When I move them aside, there’s a scratching sound inside the wall.
Placing my hand on the wall, I gasp at the Bodice’s pain. Magic flows from me and into the building, spreading along the plaster and deep into the brick behind it. Forcing my magic up along the cracks of achiness, I whisper a spell under my breath to fix what’s wrong—termites.
They’re one of the most agonizing things for a building, literally eating from the inside out, and while we don’t see them often out here in Montana, when they do show up, they’re a real pain in the ass.
“You’re gonna need a few treatment sessions, pretty girl,” I whisper.