Chapter 37 #3
A surge of energy jolted through me, sharp and dizzying. Blake felt it, too. I could see it in the way his eyes darkened, the way his breath hitched. The connection between us tightened, like an invisible cord pulling us closer.
His hand released my wrists, sliding down to grip my hips, pulling me tighter against him. The moment his fingers made contact, I felt his magic coil around mine, tugging and pulling, until it was impossible to tell where his ended and mine began.
Blake cursed beneath his breath before his mouth was back on mine, his kiss even fiercer and more demanding.
His hips pressed harder against mine, the thick ridge of his cock rubbing against my aching core through the thin layer of clothing that suddenly felt like a cruel barrier.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, trying to drag him closer, to erase the last traces of space between us. My magic lashed out, wild and untamed, and Blake’s growl deepened, his power tightening around me like a steel vise.
“Blake, please—”
His mouth moved from mine, tracing a fiery path down my throat, teeth grazing sensitive skin as his hand slipped down between my thighs, the cool metal of his magic trailing after his touch like a brand. I arched into him, every nerve alight, every sense overwhelmed.
I was soaked, undeniably ready for him. And I knew now that Blake Axefire had a penchant for making me wait, but I couldn’t wait a single moment longer.
Even now, as his fingers circled my entrance, I gripped his hair in my hands and pulled.
“Now, Blake,” I begged. “Please.”
Blake’s groan vibrated through his chest, and he reared back just enough to look at me. His stormy eyes, darker than I’d ever seen, blazed with raw, primal desire.
“Rubi,” he growled out.
“I like the way you say my name.”
His teeth glinted in the warm light. “I know.”
Blake moved backward on his knees, shucking his pants off clumsily, making me light with laughter, magic crackling in the air as if it responded to me.
My legs parted again, cradling his hips between my thighs as he notched himself at my entrance. I sucked in a breath, brow furrowed, and he laughed.
“C’mon, Rubi,” he whispered. “You know you can take it. Breathe.”
Having had him once before didn’t ease the stretch of my body as he pushed inside me, a long, rough moan pouring from my lips as I tried to relax.
He cooed and whispered little words of praise in my ear as I opened for him.
And once he was again fully seated inside me, hips flush to mine, he pressed his forehead against my own as we both tried to calm the storm raging between us.
“You will be the death of me, Rubi,” he breathed, ragged.
Then he began to move. The tempest arose so much faster than the other night. Unleashed and ragged as our hips synchronized, desperate to meet each other. His fingers wove together with mine and our palms pressed again—
Then, without warning, the magic between us exploded.
A surge of energy ripped through me, raw and uncontrollable, bursting from deep within. Magic, wild and untamed, flared around us, shooting from my hands, my chest, even the ground beneath us.
Blake’s eyes went wide with shock, but he didn’t let go of the connection. I could feel him pulling at the magic now, not just drawing from me but controlling it, shaping the power that burned through me, tempering it with his own immense control.
“You’re not supposed to have this kind of power,” Blake whispered, his voice strained, though there was something almost awed in his tone.
I barely heard him.
The magic inside me was raging, wild and destructive, but Blake was holding it in check, guiding it, as if the connection between us allowed him to control my magic as well.
The bond between us pulsed, and for the first time, I realized just how dangerous this could be.
If he drew too much, I’d be drained, burned out completely.
But right now, in this moment, we were a single force, our energies mingling, his strength amplifying mine and my magic feeding his—we were the eye of the storm.
Then everything faded to a vortex of black. Oblivion.
When I blinked awake, I had the vague impression of Blake, his strong arms holding me securely.
“You’re all right,” he whispered.
“What— What was that?”
He huffed a breath that made his messy strands of auburn flutter around him. “You’re just as powerful as I knew you’d be,” he said with a grin.
I groaned and turned over. Blake took it as an invitation to slide in behind me and wrap me in his strong arms.
“What’s that for?” he asked, kissing my temple and massaging my hands slowly.
“Because I already know you’re going to use this to force me to train.”
A laugh, bright and real, burst from him. It was so beautiful my breath caught, chin tilting over my shoulder to look up and see him smile wide. That happy, almost boyish look on him.
“You’re right,” he said, before pressing teasing kisses to my neck until I was squirming and giggling, turned on and filled with joy, my previous anxiety gone.
“But first I’m going to make you come again.
And again.” He kissed me between each phrase.
“And again. Until I’ve tired you out and you finally sleep. ”
He made good on his word.