Midnight Magic, page 61
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“Eyes on mine,” Liam commanded.
Whitney’s body tensed, a flash of fear skittering through her eyes. Then, just as quickly, heat supplanted the fear. A rush of slick juices and the flutter of her sex kneading his cock made him groan aloud. This woman was going to kill him with carnal desire.
“That’s it, beautiful lady. Ride me. Take your pleasure from me. Take what you need.”
Her response to his direction was exquisite—one that couldn’t be taught or faked. She picked up the pace as her inner muscles gripped his cock. He clasped his hands on her hips to help her find a rhythm. Her soft feminine sounds gnawed at his control. He loved a vocal woman. Every step of the way, he wanted to know if what he was doing was doing it for her. He could easily read all her involuntary bodily reactions, but those sounds always cut him off at the knees.
“Put your hands on my legs and lean back. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” The position changed the angle, so every slide of his cock ignited her G-spot. He pumped into her as the sweat rolled out of every one of his pores.
“Oh. My. God. I’ve never . . . felt . . . that.”
Clearly, the men she had been with before didn’t know how to make a woman’s body sing because she responded to his every touch, his every move. Like her body was made just for him.
“Now, Whitney. Come again for me. Come with me. Together.”
Liam pulled her body down on his steel shaft, intensifying his upward thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. He fought to hold on, to give this incredible woman every ounce of pleasure he could muster. He could feel her orgasm building until it finally broke, sending him over the cliff into a free fall of ecstasy. Liam shouted her name as his seed rocketed into her, hard and fast.
As he started to come back to consciousness, Whitney splayed across his body doing a passable impersonation of a ragdoll. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled the top of her head. He loved how she smelled. Her soft skin. How she made him feel. Warmth diffused through his body, emanating from every point of skin-on-skin contact and flowing inward to his soul. He was filled with a contentedness he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Mine.
He also knew he was holding back the full force of his Dominance. Could he be content long-term shielding that part of himself from her? No. That would only lead to resentment. As much as he wanted to protect Whitney, he couldn’t betray her trust by not being himself. Her body responded intuitively to his gentle, firm commands. His dick twitched at the thought of how much more of her sexuality he could unlock. Her body was made for him. Whitney seemed open to exploring her submissive side. However, he knew she was still struggling with the fallout of her captivity.
Delving into his world often brought to the surface long-buried scars—emotional and psychological, for both the submissive and Dominant. He had to take it slow so he didn’t push her away. She wouldn’t or couldn’t let herself go entirely and embrace the tranquility and pure ecstasy waiting for her. Not yet. Could he be patient enough to lower her defenses to build trust between them gently? Would she trust him with her body, her heart, and even her soul? Of course, he wanted to be the first man she ultimately submitted to. Still, he didn’t feel worthy of her. That thought brought him immense sadness.
Whitney’s breaths started to lengthen and become more regular. Her heart beating against his chest comforted him in so many ways. He held her against his body as he shifted them to lie on their sides, facing each other, never breaking that nurturing contact. Whitney’s eyes fluttered open.
“Hi.” She smiled at him.
“Hi yourself, beautiful lady,” Liam whispered back as he pushed a lock of her hair across her forehead and caressed the side of her face. His eyes followed the trail his fingers traced across her delicate skin. The warmth invading his heart filled him up. For this woman, he would be patient.
“I love it when you call me that. Pretty soon, you’ll have me believe it’s true.” She whispered the words as if the confession was forced out of her.
Liam tilted his head in surprise, his brows furrowed as he absorbed the reality of her words.
“You should believe it. You’re incredibly beautiful to me. When you let go of your inhibitions and come for me, your beauty radiates and fills the room. It takes my breath away. In a negotiated D/s relationship, self-deprecating behavior would be punishable. Because by not believing me when I tell you how gorgeous you are, you are disparaging me as well as yourself. No Dom worth his leathers would tolerate that from his sub.”
“Punishment?”
“Yes, punishment. I’ve said the word before. Whatever form your Dom deems appropriate. And you would accept your punishment with grace because it would please me. Next time you’re about to disagree with a compliment I or someone else gives you, you will remember there are consequences. Understand?”
“I’m not sure…Sir.”
“Thank you for your honest answer, little one. We’ll work on your self-confidence together.”
She didn’t believe she was beautiful. Was it the sex slavery or her husband that ripped apart her self-esteem? Or both? Liam needed to show Whitney that the kind of D/s relationship he could offer her was as far away from what she’d seen when kidnapped as heaven and hell. Literally. He wanted a power exchange rooted in mutual trust and respect earned through open, honest communication. With agreed-upon rules and limits. At no time would the sub be rendered powerless because of a Dom’s behavior. The sub always held the ultimate power by using her safeword to stop everything immediately. Power flowed freely back and forth, enriching the experience for both partners, taking their pleasure and connection higher than a vanilla relationship.
Liam wanted, no needed, to show Whitney how extraordinary a consensual D/s relationship could be between them, how he would cherish the gift of her submission.
CHAPTER 4
Whitney shuddered as reality intruded, carrying away the remnants of her fantasy. A glance at the passing scenery shed no light on their location, so she found the intercom button the driver had shown her and pressed it.
“Hi, excuse me.”
“Yes, madam?”
Madam, as if she were some old lady. She might be about to hit the big fifty, but she wasn’t that old yet.
“How much longer until we get there?” Whitney asked.
“We’re making good time. We should be there in thirty minutes or so.” After a quick pause, the voice continued, “Is there anything else I can get you?”
Sanity. Or better priorities.
“Nothing, thank you, Sam.”
“Happy to be of service.”
She should be focusing on the new job and what lay ahead. But instead, ever since her boss had told her that the two men who rescued her would be her round-the-clock bodyguards, she’d thought of nothing but having sex with not one but both. Whitney shook her head at her misplaced priorities and poured another stiff drink as her thoughts torpedoed to Jazz.
Jazz was, by any measure, a beautiful man from his thick, silky, mussed hair, down his face to those oh-so-sensual lips, over the magnificent lean ridges and valleys of his chest and stomach to the hint of light brown hair trailing into his pants. I’m delusional. She didn’t remember what had happened the night of the rescue, so she had no idea whether her image of these men was real or imagined. Then there was the wings thing. She could swear both men had wings, something she’d kept well hidden from the treatment team at Sanctuary.
Her fantasy with Jazz took place during a yoga class. . .
Whitney was toned, strong, and supple with lush curves that made his mouth water. He leaned against the door frame, absorbed in every minute adjustment she made to balance each posture, perfect her form.
Jazz was no stranger to yoga; it perfectly complemented his martial arts training. He recognized the correctness of her pose — strong legs in a deep lunge rooted to the earth, arms straight up alongside her ears with her fingers reaching for the sky, her back beautifully arched backward, chest open. All his blood rushed to his cock. She watched it harden out of the corner of her eye, careful not to let him see her gawk.
But he was staring at her and making no secret of it. His interest brought a rush of heat to warm skin, and a smile tugged at her lips. “How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re looking at me like I’m your next meal?” Her playful tone drew him to her.
Whitney went into Mountain Pose, spine straight, hands together with elongated fingertips gently touching underneath her chin. He invaded her space with two long strides. He stopped in front of her, nose to nose, desire radiating from him like it was a living, tangible thing he had no control over.
“How about you focus that concentration on me?”
Her eyes flared with heat as he grabbed a wrist and placed her hand over his throbbing cock. A deep moan escaped his throat at the feel of her warm palm cupping him. She diverted her eyes down to his cock as her entire body flush deepened. Beautiful.
“What you do to me, little one. Eyes up,” Jazz commanded.
Her response was instant. That only made Jazz’s erection even more painful, and his balls tightened against his body.
“It appears I have a little situation here. Care to help me with it?”
“As I recall, it’s not so little,” Whitney said, mischief crossing her gaze and a hell of a lot of hunger in her voice.
One side of Jazz’s mouth canted upward, impressed with her boldness. “On your knees, brat,” he said as he gently pressed down on her shoulder with one hand until her knees pressed into her yoga mat, the other pushing his pajama pants down his legs.
“With pleasure, Sir.”
Jazz’s breath inhaled sharply as the words fell effortlessly from her lips.
His hand stroked his cock from root to tip, once, twice, then he used the pad of his thumb to distribute the glistening drops of pre-come over the head. His other hand palmed the nape of her neck and gave a quick squeeze. She leaned into his hand as her eyelids fluttered closed.
Tugging her curls, Jazz tapped her cheek with the moistened tip of his even harder erection. Lowering his voice, he demanded, “Open. Eyes on mine.”
Whitney’s eyes and mouth flashed open when Jazz eased himself into her moist heat. It took all of his control not to fuck her gorgeous mouth. His blue eyes flared with desire as she slowly swallowed him whole.
“Whitney, your mouth is spectacular. Yes. Just like that. Fucking incredible.” Jazz sounded a bit breathless as she relaxed into it. She became bolder with her tongue, swirling his cock before pressing the tip of her tongue along the sensitive vein on the underside as she licked every inch of his long shaft.
“Stop! You’re going to make me come before I get inside you.”
Jazz held her hair tight and took a step back. He chuckled at her look of disappointment. “I need to feel you devour my cock, and I don’t mean with your mouth.”
“Oh. Well, OK then.”
“More than OK.”
He palmed her elbow to help her to her feet. She didn’t need his assistance to stand but allowing him to help showed her understanding that he would take care of her. It demonstrated that instinctively, Whitney knew that even while she was focused on his pleasure, her comfort would always be in his mind. Besides, he used it as an excuse to touch her often.
He didn’t give her a moment to think about what would happen next. He didn’t want her to think at all. He only wanted her to feel. Feel him. Feel how her body responded to his touch. And her body was so incredibly responsive in a way it hadn’t been before. Jazz pressed himself against her, scorching his skin at every point their bodies connected. The scent of his heady arousal invaded her senses. Her spine relaxed into his hands as he skimmed his fingertips over the satiny smooth skin of her back. He slipped his hand under her top and yanked it over her head. His need to claim her, brand her as his, was undeniable.
He slipped both his hands beneath the waist of her yoga pants. A deep moan came from her throat as he cupped the rounded cheeks of her ass and squeezed, levering her hips into his hard-as-steel erection, making it clear he had to get inside her. Now.
In one smooth move, Jazz reached under her ass and lifted her. Moving to an oversized upholstered chair, he whipped her pants down her legs and set her bare ass on the back of the chair. It was the perfect height for her pussy to line up with his cock. He reached into his lounge pants pocket, pulled out a condom and quickly sheathed himself before kicking his pants across the room.
“Are you wet for me, Whitney?” he asked as he ground the heel of his hand against her mound.
“I need you inside me, Sir. Please.”
“Is that so, little one? You asked so nicely.” He pushed a finger inside her, testing her channel. “Shall I go easy, or are you in for a rough ride?”
Her eyes widened. Was she surprised that he offered her a choice? Or was it her answer that shocked her? “Mmmm. . . the rougher, the better.”
“Good. Because I can’t be gentle with you this morning. I want to take you, hard and fast. You OK with that?”
“Oh . . . please . . . Jazz. Please…”
“Please, what? Slow and easy or hard and fast?”
“Hard. . . and. . . fast. . . please, Sir.”
With that, he filled her to the hilt in one stroke.
“You feel so incredible. I can feel your muscles working my cock. I’m not going to last long.” He stilled to allow her to adjust to his invasion and reached down between them to rub slow circles around her bundle of nerves.
“Oh, Jazz,” Whitney panted out. Her gasps of breath and tightened posture told him that her orgasm was building.
Her muscles fluttering along his shaft as he moved, in and out, setting a punishing pace, drove him toward the edge. She locked her ankles behind his back and met him thrust for thrust. The sound of his sweat-covered thighs slapping her ass mixed with her sexy vocalizations had his legs shaking. He was on the precipice.
“Come with me, Whitney. Let it all go and come with me.”
Bracing his hands on her hips, he angled her so his cock glided over her sweet spot with every stroke. Then he pinched her clit between his fingers, and she exploded. Her cry as she found her release was glorious. And his release chased hers. Heat flared along his spine and into his cock as he emptied himself into her pussy. His skin was on fire, with every nerve ending exquisitely sensitized.
. . .Jazz filled all her senses. Her heart. Her soul. As she slowly drifted back to reality, Whitney knew that she had to have them . . . both.
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CURSED BY MCKAYLA SCHUTT
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Edited by: Kellie Lauren and Brandi Zelenka
CURSED
She’s on the run from trackers determined to take her back to the coven she knows wants her dead.
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Piper’s magic has been cursed since she was little and has become even more unstable as the years progress. Now the coven wants her and she bolts in fear. Right into a building with four alpha like males. A bear, a wolf-witch, a dragon, and a vampire all watch as her magic goes crazy. What she didn’t expect to happen is them to claim her as their mate. One woman, four strong males all want her.
And when the Goddess of Creation speaks to her personally, she must figure out if she can really be with all of them just to save her own magic.
CHAPTER 1
PIPER
Pure panic settled into Piper’s soul as she pushed her legs harder than before. Everything ached but she couldn’t stop. The city hummed around her, but she avoided the crowds because exposing magic would only make things worse for her. She glanced around and saw two witches, one man and one woman, gaining some distance. Her panic grew as a cold sweat had her clothes clinging to her skin. She turned down the alley way and pushed open the first set of doors.
Her feet hit something, sending her flying through the air. Her knees slammed into the ground. Magic pulsed through her body and out into the space around her.
Piper looked up and found four guys around a table. They all had casual clothes on them, standing tall and strong like they were in the middle of an argument. Her hands pressed into the ground as the echo of footsteps caught her attention. The panic mixed with her magic, and she let out a scream before she realized what was happening. Before the witch trackers could reach her, a shimmer from a magic barrier rose between the door and all around in the walls. The door still hung open, but no one could get in or out right now.
All four guys ran toward her, worry filling their features. Each man was so freaking handsome. She couldn’t believe her luck. But would they be helpful, or just wait for the barrier to disappear and then toss her ass out on the streets? She didn’t know, but she couldn’t get up. Her hands were stuck to the ground as magic continued to pulse from her body, draining her of energy and the will to keep her eyes open.
