Midnight Magic, page 175
“I hear you all had an interesting night,” Kit says, smirking slightly. “Next time, I insist on an invitation.”
Garrick glares at her. “NEVER AGAIN! I will not have my skater—” But no one is listening.
Giggling, Ember smiles at her coach. “Don’t worry, Garrick. Next time, I’ll bring you with me. You can be my drink tester.”
That quickly shuts him up. I don’t think he fancies being a guinea pig.
“Time to go home,” Dominick says.
“Are we going to have a party to celebrate?” Avery asks.
“No!” Ember’s eyes widen in horror. “I just want to go to sleep.”
“How about I give you another skate lesson, Avery,” Garrick offers. “Let’s give your mom a little time to rest.”
“YAY! I get to skate!” Avery jumps up and down, her excitement bubbling over. “I’m going to be a world champion, just like my mommy.”
NOT YET
Ember’s POV:
My mates and I climb the stairs and enter our bedroom. Everyone is quiet. It’s been a busy few days.
“I imagine you just want to sleep, love,” Dominick says teasingly as he removes his t-shirt.
“Sleep?” I ask, gulping at the sight of him. “Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Celio asks, working to remove his own clothes.
“Definitely not yet.”
Celio reaches for me, pulling me against his body. He smashes his lips against mine, kissing me roughly. We waste no time at all and he begins to lift the hem of my top. “You were incredible today.”
“So beautiful,” Dominick agrees, coming behind me, helping Celio to undress me.
Holden and Klaus remove their own clothes, watching us closely, and then we’re all tumbling into the bed. They’re all touching me, Klaus’s hand on my breast, Dominick kissing me, Holden wrapping my fingers around his dick, while Celio kisses my pussy as my hips hover over the edge of the bed.
As interesting as the other night was, this is how it’s supposed to be—My mates worshipping my body. Because that’s what they’re doing.
Touching me all over. It makes me feel desperate… Needy…
I moan, not bothering to restrain myself. It’s not often that we have time to ourselves with a toddler about the house. It’s extremely rare for us to spend an entire afternoon in bed together. So I’m going to enjoy this. Make the most of it.
Celio’s tongue flicks across my clit, and I nearly scream into Dominick’s mouth.
I lose myself in the sensation my mates are giving me. Pure pleasure. Celio enters me, thrusting in deeply, making my back arch as I move in time with his thrusts.
“God. I love you,” Klaus murmurs against my breast. Nuzzling me. His tongue swirls around my nipple.
I pull him closer with the hand that isn’t wrapped around Holden’s dick, my fingers twisting in his hair. I whimper desperately at the various decadent ways my mates are touching me.
Dominick’s mouth leaves mine and travels down my neck, kissing, nipping, and licking—
“Argh,” I groan, my body feeling on fire, passion swirling in my veins.
Celio thrusts into me again, deeper and deeper, as he looks down at me, his eyes lusty and his mouth set.
I ogle him brazenly. My mates are flawless, godly beings. And more important than how they look, or even what they do to me, they’re MINE.
Celio flips me over so that I’m on my hands and knees. Dominick moves down so that his head is beneath my body and suckles on one of my nipples, as Klaus palmed at the other.
Celio pushes into me again, gripping my hips. He thrust slowly, tantalizingly slow.
I tighten my grip on Holden’s dick, flicking my wrist, taking delight in the groan that escapes his lips. Smirking at me, he leans down and takes my mouth with his.
“Little witch,” Holden mumbles against my lips.
Celio’s pace quickens and I match his pace without hesitation as Klaus reaches underneath me to brush his fingers over my clit.
I live for moments like this. Moments when my mates gaze at me longingly. Shaking, my knees nearly give out. My orgasm building, I groan. All those overwhelming sensations push me closer and closer to the release I crave.
Hands are everywhere and I don’t think I can tell the difference between one pair of hands and the next. Not right now, at least.
Dominick’s tongue twirls over my nipple, making it pebble until the sensation is almost painful. Hands are in my hair, lifting my head up so that Holden can use my mouth. He thrusts in, no preamble, and I suck down.
Someone’s tongue plunges into my belly button, making me squeal in delight around Holden’s dick. My hips sway and my entire body feels like it could collapse down onto the bed. I rock my hips, moving with abandon.
It’s pure torture.
I need to come. I need release. I need my mates.
I feel frustration, desire, and a pulsing pleasure building. I drop Holden’s cock from my mouth so I can beg “Quicker” before taking it back in my mouth. My body quivers as my mates caress me. I breathe heavily, feeling perfectly decadent. My body feels swollen—my lips, breasts…
Holden’s dick pulses, and he warns me that he’s going to come. I stare up at him, eagerly anticipating his orgasm.
His cum squirts down my throat, filling my mouth. My own orgasm follows his almost immediately and I nearly fall down, trapping two of my mates beneath me. Holden and Celio hold me up, though, and then Celio is coming—deep inside me.
There’s no time to catch my breath before Klaus lifts me onto his lap. I straddle his hips and take his cock inside me, moaning loudly.
My feet settle on the bed on either side of Klaus and I push down on them, using them to move myself up and down on his cock. His hands go to my waist, gripping me tightly.
He helps me move, guiding my pace, pushing his hips up into me in perfect time.
The others gather around me, someone’s hands on my shoulders. Dominick kisses me, his tongue darting into my mouth.
You’re perfect. His thoughts enter my mind. Absolutely fucking perfect.
Someone trails kisses along my spine, and I lean into their kisses, arching my back. Klaus’s hands tighten around my waist and he begins to move quicker. I begin to feel that all too familiar sensation in my core, my orgasm building.
Klaus falls back, taking me with him until I’m cradled on his chest, his hips still thrusting up into me. He smiles at me, that beautiful, loving smile that he only gives to me. Butterflies erupt in my belly. I love that smile. He kisses me then, so gently, so softly. It’s just a brush of his lips against mine until it isn’t. The kiss deepens as he sucks on my lower lip before delving his tongue into my mouth.
I could spend my whole life like this. Just me and my mates. Well, almost all my life. So long as I still have time for Avery and ice skating. After all, I don’t want to completely give up my ice time.
“So…” Klaus whispers, “what about those babies we’ve all been discussing?”
Why is he talking about babies now? I don’t want to think about getting pregnant. Not yet. All I want right now is to come.
I meet his gaze and catch the longing in his expression.
“You really want to have children?” I ask uncertainly.
He nods softly as he continues to move his hips, just a gentle rocking now. Tantalizing and slow, almost too slow. His movements build slowly and I can hardly think straight…
I’m going to give in. It’s inevitable. I consider saying not yet, but that wouldn’t do. I don’t want to refuse. Even if it’s more a delay than an outright refusal. I don’t think I could deny my mates anything.
Besides, I’m getting quite attached to the constant busyness of having a family.
“I guess we could do that,” I say with a grin.
“But?” Holden asks, leaning forward.
“No, but.” I shrug my shoulders. “But maybe not today.”
“Not today?” Dominick frowns.
“Today, I want to just enjoy you all. Keep you all to myself.”
“You know even if you get pregnant today,” Celio says with a grin, “we won’t have a litter of kits for a while.”
“Not today,” I say, beginning to bounce on Klaus’s cock again, “but maybe tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I like the sound of tomorrow.” Dominick laughs against my shoulder.
It only takes a few more strokes of Klaus’s dick inside me for me to come undone again. And then we’re beginning all over again, Dominick’s dick inside me.
“Tomorrow,” he murmurs against my ear.
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A WOLF’S HONOR
He has good reasons to hate witches. But she’s got him under her spell.
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Wolf shifter bodyguard Bolt Varg wants nothing to do with magic, but loyalty to his alpha forces him to take on a new client who reeks of supernatural powers and hides too many secrets. Bolt is supposed to protect her, but his body wants to do much more than just shield the beautiful woman with which he’s now stuck. Is the attraction real, or is she using dark powers to enchant him?
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As the CEO of a Fortune 500 Fitness Company, Regina Lansford can’t afford even a hint of scandal. Someone is trying to kill her, so she hires a private security firm instead of going to the police. But the broody sexy bodyguard who’s her new fake fiancé awakens more than her hormones. She’s kept her abilities suppressed for a lifetime. Why does this stranger make the dangerous powers impossible to control?
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Caught in a high-stakes game where none of the opponents are what they seem, Bolt and Regina are running out of time. Will they learn to trust each other—and their sizzling attraction—before a savage killer claims both their lives?
CHAPTER 1
Eight years ago.
Dusk fell as Regie’s feet pounded the cross-country trail. She matched her breathing to the rhythm of her pace. Normally, she didn’t run this late in the evening, but her chemistry final had run over, and this was the only way she knew how to deal with her anxiety. The teacher had allowed the class extra time, and of course, Regie took advantage. She wished she could get rid of the compulsion to double and triple-check everything, but if she hadn’t, she’d not be able to sleep that night. She’d always needed to understand everything she studied within a larger context but also down to every minute detail. And she had to review and recalculate every answer to every question on every assignment before she could let it go and turn it in.
After the exam, the restlessness that had been building through the week peaked. She’d neglected her exercise routine the last few days to study for the final exams, so she’d expected the familiar anxiety creeping up on her. But it was worse than usual. Her skin felt too tight, and her stomach cramped. The pressure building inside her had demanded an outlet
She’d gone to the gym first. When she found it filled to the brim with students who shouted to be heard over the loud music, she immediately knew it was the worst possible environment in which to decompress and find her mental balance. And she had to find her equilibrium. If she didn’t, unpredictable things happened. Bad things.
Things she couldn’t explain.
And so here she was, running in the wooded area on the outskirts of campus, despite the late hour.
The slight incline that marked the final spurt of the trail loomed ahead, and Regie quickened her pace, pumping her arms to exert more power. She wished there was someone she could talk to about the weird dark tension trapped inside her. The college mental health counselor she’d visited had suggested anti-anxiety medication, but those made Regie more restless and out of control. And if her grandfather ever found out she had mental health issues, he’d blow a casket. In their family, appearances were everything and the image she’d been taught at an early age to portray was one of perfection. She hadn’t even been allowed to outwardly show her grief when she lost her parents at the age of eight. Any tears, or heaven forbid, tantrums, resulted in her being sent to her room and kept there until she was calm again.
She crested the small hill and saw the lights from the trailhead parking lot. Sweat poured down her face. She struggled to keep her breathing even, and yet she pushed harder, sprinting the last quarter of a mile. Finally, she reached the first tall lamppost on the edge of the parking lot and leaned against it until her breathing slowed down. As she counted her inhales and exhales, making each one deeper and slower until her heart rate calmed, she thought about her grandfather again. She knew that he loved her, even if he never said the words. He took her in after her parents died and showered her with gifts. Emotions, however, Grandfather did not know how to handle. She didn’t mind, though. Thanks to her dad’s disastrous screwup, she owned him so much—much more than she could ever repay.
Regie fished her key fob out of the hidden pocket in the back of her shorts and hit the unlock button. Her car beeped and flashed its lights in response. She walked over, popped the trunk open, and retrieved her stainless-steel water bottle. She’d put some ice in the bottle before filling it and now appreciated the chilled liquid as it flowed down her parched throat. The cool evening temperature dried the sweat on her skin as she drank gulp after gulp of water, draining the bottle completely. Although calmer than she’d been before her run, she still felt jittery.
Suddenly, a man stepped out from behind the only other car in the lot, startling her. She yelped
“Whoa,” he said, holding out his hands, palms facing her. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled broadly and walked toward her. “I think you’re in my chem class.”
Regie didn’t recognize him, but there were over two hundred people in the class that met in a vast auditorium. She studied his tall, lean build and curly black hair, but he didn’t look familiar. He also seemed older than most college students. “Did you do okay on today’s final?” she asked.
He frowned briefly but then smiled and nodded. “Right, the final. I probably passed.” Unease trickled down Regie’s spine as he took a few steps closer and lowered his voice. “I bet you got a high score, though.”
Careful not to turn her back on him, she stepped to the side of the car, threw her water bottle into the trunk, and closed it. She placed her finger on the alarm button of the key fob. “Well, I better get going. I’m meeting someone for dinner.”
“No, you’re not,” he said. “You’re a loner, Regie. I’ve been watching you for weeks. You rarely see friends. I don’t think you even have any.”
The unease flared to full-on high alert, and she twisted around to open her car door quickly. Before she could grip the handle, the man grabbed the wrist in which she held the key fob and squeezed so hard she dropped it. He pulled her toward him, looping an arm around her neck, pushing down and covering her mouth with his hand.
CHAPTER 2
Regie struggled, but her running shoes slipped in the gravel, and she couldn’t prevent him from dragging her toward the other car. His palm pressed too hard against her lips for her to bite him.
When she tried to scratch his face with her free hand, he just pushed her neck further down toward the ground so she couldn’t reach. Trying to keep her balance in the loose gravel, she grabbed the hand that covered her mouth. She screamed, but only a muffled groan came out.
They reached the car, and Regie forced down the panic rising inside her. If she gave in, she’d lose all coherent thought, and that would mean losing any chance to escape. She yanked on the hand covering her mouth again.
The man’s pulse throbbed against her thumb, beating almost as fast as her own heart. “Keep fighting,” he said. “I like my women feisty.”
Anger rose inside Regie so quickly her breath hitched. While her heart thudded wildly because of fear, this sick freak had an elevated heart rate because he was turned on. The anger swelled to rage, filling her with a dark calm while the beat of his pulse felt stronger under her thumb.
