22. Lucy
Lucy
M idnight’s eyes glimmer, the blue flaring hot like fire. I smile and slide into her personal space all over again. But this time she welcomes it. All the fury melting into something far more molten.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
She tries to back up but she’s already against the shelving. She knocks several books, a couple of jars and some bone shards off in her vain attempt to escape.
I rise on my tiptoes and bring my lips millimetres from hers.
“Sealing the deal, Midnight, what else?”
“Sealing it how?”
“It won’t hurt a bit… it’s just a kiss.”
“This isn’t a fucking fairytale,” she says. But her words are as weak as her resolve, all of which are fading as fast as the marks she left on my neck.
I plunge my lips onto hers. She goes rigid beneath my touch.
Her lips tingle against mine—magic. I’ve always thought deal creation a strange sensation. Like whispered promises and warm sandy beaches. Like the smell of crackling winter fires and creamy hot chocolate.
Moths materialise around us. Futures, dreams and possibilities dissolve as she commits to another deal and seals her fate.
A surge of power runs through my body. It’s intense and electric.
Golden energy courses through my body and settles between my legs, in my chest and fingers and mind.
So rarely do I make a deal, but gods is the power exquisite.
Something snaps inside me. My hands are everywhere.
They skulk up the back of Midnight’s head, my fingers bristling against the neatly shaved hairs.
She must sense my need, magic electrifying every nerve in my body—a desperation seeping into my bones.
She deepens the kiss. Until finally, I break off.
Our lips are pink and swollen. Midnight’s expression is needy.
“Sorry, I… got carried away,” I say.
Midnight glances at the empty lecture hall. “There’s no one here.”
“I apologise. That was inappropriate. If anyone found us…”
But my body, thrumming with newly formed magic, doesn’t give a flying fuck that we’re in a lecture hall. Or that despite the fact the hall is locked, anyone could unlock it, or the next class could arrive. All my body seems to want is an orgasm.
“Inappropriate, and yet you want more anyway,” she says, a smile lingering in her tone.
“No. That’s…”
“So you don’t want me to fuck you against this bookshelf?”
“Oh, fuck, I—” I have to squeeze my thighs shut and shake my head. But I am well aware my eyes will be betraying me.
Midnight’s lashes flutter at me as she bites her lip.
Fuck, I will regret this.
She lunges for me, and I lose the ability to be rational. My mouth sinks onto hers. She rips my jacket open, her hand slides up my waist, caressing my breasts. Nipping down the side of my neck.
I moan against her.
“More. Need more.” I need everything. Magic flows in every cell and crook of my body. I’m alive in ways I haven’t been for so long. And that is a problem. If I made contracts regularly, I wouldn’t be behaving like a jacked-up teen.
But I don’t. And so here we are.
Midnight hoists my top up and yanks down my bra cup, exposing a breast and I lose the last shreds of control I’ve been clinging onto.
My nipple tightens before she can sink her tongue and teeth over the peaked nub.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as my mind drifts on the ebbing waves of magic and lust. I want her tongue, her teeth, her fingers. I need to be fucked. And I need to be fucked hard.
She pulls me off the bookshelf and spins me to face it.
“Hands. Now,” she growls, pushing them flat against the shelf.
From behind, she unbuckles my trousers and slides them to my ankles.
“What if we’re seen?” I squeal with the one logical brain cell I still have.
“Then they’ll get a good show, won’t they? Now, be a good girl and spread your legs. Daddy’s fucking famished.”
I am so screwed. I obediently spread my legs as wide as my trousers will allow. There are no rational brain cells left. They’ve migrated to my pussy. I’m soaking, needy and eager.
She lowers herself to her knees, her hands find my cheeks and spread me. She stretches my pussy with such obscene force that my lips part and a rush of air slips between my thighs.
“Fuck, your pussy is divine.”
My hands grip the first thing they find, my knuckle bones straining the skin on my hands.
“Please, fuck me,” I beg.
She tilts my hips, exposing my pussy further and I moan at how filthy the image of me must be. Legs splayed, pussy and arse on show.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me,” I say.
A growled hum billows from her chest as her hand lands on my cheek. I shunt forward, knocking several jars off the bookshelf.
Her fingers smooth over the stinging prints until her teeth sink into the flesh, and I groan against the searing pain.
Her tongue spears my pussy, jutting into my entrance and making me cry out as waves of pleasure ripple outward. She licks me from clit to hole and back again, mopping up every drop of excitement.
“Fuck,” I moan.
She licks faster, her tongue doing things that make my body shiver and tremble against the tides of pleasure washing through me.
I moan her name, scream for more as I lose myself in the sensations of her touch and the rhythm of magic flowing through me.
Black ribbons rip from the wall and coil around my hands as more and more magic builds the closer she pushes me to orgasm.
She pushes two fingers inside me, her tongue finding my ring of muscle, and I swear stars splinter across my vision.
I’m so out of it, I nearly slip off the edge of the bookcase. My hands grip harder, and—wait. I’m not holding the bookcase, it’s a bone. Thick too, but the end is rounded smooth, worn from erosion. The other end is balled—a joint. Possibly a humerus or maybe a femur?
No.
I can’t.
It’s sick.
It’s completely shameless.
And yet…
I slide the bone between my thighs and gasp.
“I need… I need you inside me.”
“Fuck,” Midnight says, her words dripping with intensity as she takes the bone from me. She stands and leans into my ear, warm breath trickling down my neck.
“You really are a depraved little slut, aren’t you?”
My body melts, her words make my breathing quicken, my mind turn molten. She lifts me by my hips, spins me to face her and lowers herself to her knees.
“Is there any image more divine than a woman on her knees for you?”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “There’s one…”
“Oh?” I say.
“Mmm. A woman on her knees crawling to you.”
She sinks onto my pussy, sucking my swollen clit between her teeth. I nearly explode in her mouth. She brings the smooth end of the bone to my cunt and pushes. My legs tremble as waves of electric pleasure radiate over me.
“Yes, more.”
She laps at me harder, ravishing my clit with attention. The bone thrusts in and out, she angles it better, making it rub against my G-spot.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I say as my pussy clenches around the bone.
I grind my cunt into her mouth, taking everything she gives me. I want more. Need it. I want everything. My mind drifts in another realm, saturated by magic and pleasure and waves of building orgasm.
Her tongue softens, flicking quicker and gentler than before. The perfect contrast to the hard bone pumping inside me.
My fingers find her hair, squeezing the roots at the scalp. Harder . Faster. More.
She drives the bone in and out, faster, harder, her tongue matching pace. Until I’m grinding so hard against her face, I swear she’ll be as marked as my neck was earlier.
She thrusts the bone in again and again, tipping me further and further over the precipice until I white out.
My head lolls back, my mouth opens in a silent scream as she obliterates my world, and I come the hardest I ever have.
Black ribbons billow around the lecture hall, darkness descending over us.
When I finally come down to earth and the magic dissipates, she slides the bone out and runs her tongue up and down every side.
“You did not…” I mumble, still orgasm-addled.
“Did you or did you not just come?”
I nod.
“Then I earned it.” She licks up the final drops of my come and then places the bone back on the shelf.
I will never be able to look at it or this bookshelf the same way.
She frowns and glances at my neck.
“What?”
“I must be seeing things.”
“You going to elaborate?” I ask as I hoik my trousers up.
“It’s just, in the graveyard I thought I saw something on your neck, but it vanished, and the same thing happened just now. I saw something but it’s already gone.”
“What was it?”
“I have no idea, I’ve never seen a symbol like it.”