Chapter 2 #3
He pushed a third finger inside and I moaned. “Oh God–”
He snarled in my ear and yanked his hands from my body. My legs gave out but before I crashed to my knees he spun me around and slammed my back into the wall. His hand wrapped around my throat then lifted me up until we were eye-to-eye.
“I am not your God,” he growled in my face.
“So I won’t get on my knees for you,” I growled back before I could stop myself.
A wild tiger-like roar filled the room a split second before my body was airborne.
One second he was pressing my back into the stone wall, the next I was on my knees on his bed with his body draped around mine.
His hands gripped my hips, yanking me backwards onto his cock.
I screamed as I felt every long, hot inch push inside of me.
I fell forward, landing on all fours to brace myself for each thrust. “Oh God–”
“Don’t call me that,” he growled without slowing his thrusts.
My eyes rolled back and my body trembled around him. He felt better than anyone I’d ever let touch me. I was going to be ruined from this. Humans didn’t move like that. I needed to hurry up and finish the job before he finished the job and left me in a puddle.
Hang on, Sam. He’s falling right into your trap. You have him right where you want him.
“God,” I moaned.
“Don’t call me that,” he yelled then pushed both thumbs into my back entrance. “Or there will be consequences.”
I threw my head back and screamed as my body tried to stretch around him in both places.
It was deliciously tight. Stars danced in my eyes, reminding me I needed to breathe but moved his thumbs in perfect rhythm with his hips and the sensations were unraveling me.
My arms gave out and I crashed face-first into the pillows.
Here’s your opening, Sam. Take it.
“Don’t stop–” I pushed up on my elbows just enough to not muffle my voice, then I moaned and screamed “—Jesus Christ–”
“Stop!” He pulled out and flipped me onto my back then pushed my knees up to my chest and thrust inside me hard.
“God — Jesus–”
His hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to feel but not enough to choke me. “I said…not to…call me…that,” he growled between thrusts.
I wrapped my hands around his wrists still squeezing my throat and met his cat-eyed stare. “Then give me something else to call you,” I snapped back then moaned again.
He pumped faster and harder, pushing us both closer and closer to release. “Anything else.”
I nodded. My brain was trying to hang on to the battle plan but the pleasure was overriding my thoughts.
He released one of his hands from my throat and brought his fingers back down between my legs.
When he twirled that sweet spot I threw my head back and screamed the one name I knew he hated, “Everest!”
His roar wasn’t human. It was animalistic and full of rage. Black magic poured from his eyes and hands as anger began to consume him. “NO–”
“Then give me a name,” I growled through clenched teeth then reached up and squeezed him hard in my palm.
His whole body shuddered and his eyes rolled. For a split second he looked human. Then he whispered, “Vosen.”
I gasped and prayed I kept my composure on the outside. But I must’ve made some kind of face because that humanesque moment vanished, bringing back those alien eyes in an instant. His upper lip snarled. He pushed my legs up, knees to my chest again, and slammed into me hard over and over.
Magic pushed into my body from where his hands gripped the backs of my thighs. It tingled like static electricity and moved through my body like blood in my veins. My breath caught. Pressure pulled at my muscles. And then I saw a flash of green magic in his eyes and I gasped.
That’s MY magic.
Oh God, he’s siphoning my magic.
There was no time like the present to test Sweyn’s theory out. So I licked my lips and moaned, “yes, Vosen.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back. “Again,” he moaned.
“Vosen…please…”
His face scrunched up like hearing someone else speak his name was painfully delicious. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Please…Vosen,” I mumbled. His name left my lips at least a dozen times, each time his magic roared stronger.
I gripped his wrists and spoke clearly and firmly, “Vosen, stop.”
His whole body froze in place, eyes closed still. His fingers dug into my skin. It was like someone hit pause on the remote control. He began to tremble.
“Open your eyes, Vosen.”
Those yellow cat-like eyes met mine in an instant. He stared down at me unmoving, his body still buried deep within me. His breaths came fast and hard. His pulse pounded through the veins in his throat.
I grinned. “So the rumor is true.”
His nostrils flared yet he didn’t move.
I nodded. “You siphoned my magic from me just now. Yes or no?”
He snarled.
“Answer me, Vosen,” I commanded.
“Yes,” he growled through clenched teeth.
I propped myself up on my elbows. “Give me my magic back, Vosen. Right now.”
His body trembled like he was trying to fight my command yet still my green magic rolled out of him like a tidal wave. When my magic returned to me I felt a rush of energy so strong it felt like I could crush a castle beneath my bare feet.
“You will never touch my magic again,” I said while narrowing my eyes on him. “Or I will paint your name in the stars for all the realms to see. Do you understand, Vosen?”
He swallowed roughly then nodded. “Yes…my lady.”
“Good boy, Vosen.” I bit my bottom lip and stretched up to grip the headboard, then I smiled. “Now finish me.”