Magic and Alphas: A Paranormal Romance Collection, page 157
“Will you stop with my tits? Goddamn it!”
I tried to swat the magical fingers away as I also attempted to unbutton my shirt. The magic stopped there, but a second later, there was a caress on my pussy.
“That better?” I could hear the mocking laughter in Nial’s voice.
“Are you naked yet, Niallan? You talk about wasting time…”
Strutting around in front of me, he provided proof he was, indeed, naked, and already aroused. I had a moment to admire his physique, and he was nicely made.
He caught me looking, and grinned.
“You’re so damn smug.”
“I can smell your sex, Gwen.” He took a stride toward me. “I could smell your sex in the hallway. Are you always this horny, or is this just for me?”
I huffed, stepping out of my pants, finally free of my own clothes. “Blood Rite. Get over yourself.”
Reaching out a hand, he caressed my breast without his magic. “Mm. A perfect handful.”
His cock was reaching for me, and I reached back, wrapping a hand around him. I really wasn’t wasting time, leading him over to his own bed by the erection. I need to get laid, as he said. Most vampires sought a good bed partner at least every night. I was ashamed to admit to anyone, he had been my first out of Rest, and the only one since.
The wretched, amazed state he had left me in the hallway had something to do with that. I’d been pleasured before, I’d had sex before, I’d been fucked before, but what he did to me that day... left me looking at every other eligible male as lacking.
Which really sucked because Nial was an asshole. I need to find another way to get some.
But for now, I had all I needed in the palm of my hand.
I slid my hand over the delightful cock that was ready, willing, and able.
Nial didn’t give me a chance to get on the bed and drag him with me. I found myself horizontal with his very large body nestled between my legs, his mouth on my tit suckling as if his life depended on it.
“Men and boobs.” I sighed. “What is it with that?”
“Tasty, soft,” he mumbled around my nipple in his teeth. “Pliable, fun, sensitive.”
Arching up a little, involuntarily against the press of his mouth, he started a journey that involved licking, nipping, and sucking his way across the valley between my peaks. But as he got to the other breast, I noticed the first wasn’t left alone. The magic fingers were back, and they were working in tandem with his mouth.
This druid with the weird magic was talented in the sex department.
I went with it. I was here, again, and I was getting some. I needed some. It was why I had popped off early. I need more of… Well, of this apparently. More of the druid.
And the sexy play of Nial’s tongue and body over mine was pleasurable, no doubt.
His lips and tongue started a trail to where his body was lodged between my legs. Moving down the bed, inch by inch, he made his way to my pussy and started to kiss and suck and lick the sensitive flesh that hooded my clit. The bright green of his gaze seemed to glow as he caught my eyes in his stare.
I hadn’t realized how clear green they were, or how intense. I allowed myself to keep contact with those eyes until the dance of his tongue and lips pulled me away and made me toss my head back, rolling my eyes in pleasure.
I arched, my shoulders pressing into the mattress in pleasure. The druid knew how to work his tongue. I groaned long and heavy, his mouth grinning against my intimate flesh.
But there was a new, soft heat on the skin of my stomach.
Confused, I peered down/
A warm yellow flame danced on my flesh. My entire being froze.
I was on fire! Fire could kill me—kill the whole stronghold.
Nial reached up, and the fire leapt into his hand as though it were a pet.
It twisted, the fire…pleased with itself.
I bared my fangs. “If you’re trying to scare me, Nial, you did a damn fine job.”
Without moving his mouth off my pussy, he put his hand down on my stomach and let the flames dance off his palm and onto my stomach again. Laying tense beneath him, he traced a finger over my skin, creating a trail for the fire to follow. And it did. It followed him around the flesh of my stomach, up my ribs, over my pearled, excited nipples, and down to the valley of my sex.
Nial controlled it, and its heat on my hot skin was an entirely new level of sexy.
My body melted under the bizarre, intimate attention.
The druid whispered, “Someone likes it.”
I didn’t trust myself to talk, so I nodded instead.
Nial split the flame in two, the little yellow licks of heat racing up my skin and focusing on my nipples, heating them, dancing softly on and over the taut skin.
Shit, I was so bothered. I felt like if anything even remotely sexual happened, I would come.
What happened was more than remotely sexual—it was delightfully so. While I lay there, trying to stay even and keep breathing, I heard a soft buzzing sound. A second later, my curiosity was satisfied when cool, buzzing sensation tickled the entrance to my sex.
A vibrator.
I didn’t know where the hell it had come from, but it merrily buzzed between my legs.
I started to squirm, a lot.
“You like?” he asked, resting his chin on my mons.
The slick silk from my depths glistened on his chin, and that was also wantonly delicious to me. I had to answer, but I didn’t trust my voice at that point. I had a vibrator in my pussy, a tongue on my clit, and magic fire playing with my nipples.
Shit.
It was the only word my brain came close to finding. This was so much better than the random hallway fuck. I nodded at Nial, who immediately went back to licking me to the heights of orgasm.
Come I did, this time, not holding back my scream of pleasure. It echoed off the walls, and I was shocked to hear the heights of pleasure in my own voice. The climax didn’t just disappear this time either. Slowly, Nial coaxed more of it out of me and had my body shaking and sweaty in the throes of delight for close to three full minutes.
Three full orgasmic minutes of mind-numbing climax.
He was above me a moment later, and I hadn’t even realized he’d moved.
The big blunt head of his cock waited at my entrance.
When he leaned down, his breath tickled my neck. “Today, I do not want to fuck your mouth, Gwen. I want to fuck your pussy. You have such a fine, fine cunny to bury my cock in.”
“Do it,” I whispered, trailing my sharp nails over his chest and finding his own peaked nipples. I pinched, and he gasped, shoving into the depth of my sex. He found the end of me, and my body shivered in the not quite pain of him as he seated himself fully into my depths. “Shit, you fill me so well.”
“I hate you so much, Gwen.” Pulling himself back out and thrusting back in, he crushed my breasts as the heat of the little flame disappeared. “I hate what you are, why you want to be Queen. And I especially hate your pussy because it’s the most perfect pussy I have ever thrust my dick into.”
“Shut up, Nial. I’m here for you to fuck me, not make conversation.” I reached up behind me and grabbed the bars of his brass headboard. “I hate you too—so just take what you need, and give me what I’m here for.”
Wrapping his elbows under my legs, he pushed my legs back and up and opened my sex like a flower. Cooled air flowed over me, certain it was helped by Nial’s magic, and heightened the contact of his hot skin slapping and plunging into me.
His cock glided over my clit at this angle—and I was glad for that. I was busy playing with his nipples and getting little purrs and moans out of him as I did. He was rewarded with my bellows and shouts as he continued to try to thrust himself deeper and deeper.
Shit, it felt so good. His delightfully large erection sawed in and out, in and out of my entrance, and I was, strangely, more than happy to lay there and be dominated by this massive male body. His dark skin glistened with a sheen of sex sweat and was magnificent above me.
He closed his glorious eyes and his strokes shortened, harder. I twisted and pulled on his nipple, scraping nails along his chest this time. Popping his eyes open, his gaze bore into mine, burning me with the lust and desire in the bright, green fiery depths.
Shit. He was holding back.
“Come on, you giant asshole, fuck me like you mean it!”
“So wet, so hot,” he managed to grunt. “How does a tiny little thing like you manage to take so much of my cock?”
I grinned, and with a push, rolled us so I was on top of him.
I dropped down hard, my head dropping back. “Oh, fuck! That’s deep!”
He had no answer except a long, guttural moan.
Also, I didn’t care about any inhibitions at that moment.
I was taking my climax out of his perfect, massive cock. I started rocking myself over him, sliding his shaft against my clit as it left and returned to my depths. His erection filled every millimeter of me to bursting.
I dropped myself hard on his cock, over and over.
I squeezed the muscles that caressed him, holding him tight inside my pussy.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” I panted.
Hands found my bouncing breasts, my tight, excited nipples, Erotic sensation passed through me from his calloused hands. I was driving us both to the brink as fast and as hard as I could.
“Keep going, Gwen. God, that pussy is so tight.” He grabbed my hips, shoving his own up into me hard. Again and again. “So damn good. So damn good.”
I squeezed him as I ran up and down his shaft.
He grunted the whole time, each time.
“I’m coming!” There was no stopping it as I shoved him deep inside again.
With an unexpected brush of his finger over my clit, I flew.
The climax took me hard, and I snapped my eyes open, catching his gaze at the moment his own orgasm took hold and rushed his cum up into my willing cunt. I moved, wanting more and more of this penetrating orgasm, unwilling to break the lock of our eyes as we both came together, yet separately.
My body shook as I landed hard on his chest, my breathing labored.
My eyes fluttered as reality settled down onto my shoulders.
I was addicted to the sex with a druid I couldn’t stand.
* * *
He was snoring next to me.
I stared at the ceiling, wide awake, and naked. It felt…good.
Warm. And almost…cozy.
I hadn’t felt this relaxed after sex in a long time. How much of that was the Blood Rite, how much of it was me, and how much of it was the insufferable asshole who had fucked me—I didn’t know.
I did know if he hadn’t fallen asleep while I used the bathroom afterward, I would have climbed back up and taken his dick for another round. Maybe begged him to take me from behind.
Sitting up, I swung my legs off the bed. My reflection caught in a mirror.
I still had the stupid makeup on from the night before. I wanted to laugh, but I had to stay quiet. I grabbed the shift from the floor and dropped it over my head, grabbing the rest of my clothes and carrying them instead of trying to get dressed.
There was no way I could stay here and roll in for the challenge from his room. No way. They already wanted to pair me with him, and I didn’t need to encourage that.
So, naked under my shift, I walked out of his not-nearly-as-dark room into the hallway and made my way back to my apartments through the dozens of drunk bodies in the corridors, sleeping, fucking, giggling—all hung over from the Blood Rite.
I closed the door to my room and sat on the edge of my bed.
The sheer lust and fulfillment he had given me passed through my mind again.
I was instantly soaked for another round with him.
I flopped back.
Different ceiling. Same thoughts.
All these years. Still the same asshole.
I eventually fell asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
A folder landed on the desk in front of me with a crash. It was too early for this shit.
Turning up a lip, I poked at it and looked up at the Overlord who had dropped it.
Cato. Of course.
I growled. “What the hell is this? Is my Challenge to clean up your mess?”
Snorting, he turned and walked back to his seat with the rest of the Overlords.
Pippin slapped his forehead from the ridiculousness of the gesture.
I finally felt some connection to the arrogant little shit at that moment.
Belshazzar shook his head in disgust.
Otto and Xenon were rolling their eyes.
Did they find Cato to be as big of an asshole as I did? Interesting.
Leaning forward on his the chair, oversized and ridiculously ornate, he grinned. “Well, my little candidate, are you ready for me to issue your Challenge?”
“That’s why I’m here, Overlord.”
He didn’t like me addressing him without respect, but he had to earn mine as well. And he most assuredly hadn’t. He narrowed his eyes, and leaned on his knees, steepling his fingers.
“I have a bit of political intrigue for you, my sweet. There is a human who is running for a powerful political seat. I want him destroyed. That folder,” he swept his hand toward the case file he’d dropped on the table, “has all the information you’ll need to find and destroy him. I’d adore you if you could humiliate him and leave him alive, but I’ll also understand if he’s dead at the end.”
“A human? You want me to track and kill a human?” Trying to stifle the derisive snort, I pulled the file closer. “You’re kidding. Did you forget that I’m a vampire and tracking humans is what we do? All the time?”
“I did not say I wanted him necessarily dead,” he reasoned. “I said I want him destroyed.”
I gagged. “You want me to meddle in human affairs?”
“If you can’t meddle in their affairs without being found out, how will you learn to manipulate them to your will?”
I opened the folder, and the picture of the man was staring at me. He was a handsome human, the kind I would toy with before draining him and leaving him for dead. I smiled, licking my lips, thinking about how good he would taste…
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nial raise an eyebrow.
I wondered if he knew what I was thinking and if perhaps he was a touch… jealous?
After all…
But, in any case, I looked through the file. The target was a very wealthy man, and there were many things to implicate that he had ripped off and lied to Cato about financial matters.
“You’re worried about your gold, Overlord?”
He chuffed at that. “I’m worried about you completing this task, my dear.”
I continue to thumb through the pages. This was easy. Really. I didn’t see this as a challenge. I had brought down people more powerful and wealthy than this man. Kings and princes. Cato was up to something with this one.
“What are your stipulations, Overlord?”
“Take him down. He must be humiliated. Dead and used is also acceptable.”
“I cannot refuse your challenge. Please finish.” I waited. There had to be more.
His teeth gleamed in the light as he grinned, a flash of fangs against his pale white skin with lips the color of a blood red sky. It was the smirk that made me decide my conceited father was going to die. I would send warriors against him, drain him of the blood in his body, and leave him in the hot noon sun of the Atacama Desert to turn to the dust he was composed of. His bones would bleach and crumble, and I would have him cast to the sea, to scatter him to the Four Winds for the pleasure of seeing him destroyed. And I would excise his name from the Council of Overlords, much as my grandfather had done to Akhenaten in the days of the 18th Dynasty.
His eyes roamed my features and his smile merely enlarged. “You have forty-eight hours.”
The audience behind us gasped.
It was only because of my expectations of his horrid nature that I didn’t join them.
Niallan leaned forward. “That is unreasonable.” His voice was even, maybe bored.
“That is my challenge.”
Balshazaar, as the leader, could not speak against the limitations or the challenge itself. He could, though, see the raging anger in my eyes and nodded in acknowledgment of it. “Lord Cato, are you sure this is the challenge you wish to issue?”
“I am,” he said. “A true queen must be able to act quickly and without hesitation.”
Nial cleared his throat and sat back, mumbling quietly, “He’s gonna regret that.”
“Something to say, Master Niallan?” Cato tossed an evil eye in his direction.
“No, your lordshit.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing, sir.”
“Mind your place, candidate.”
“I’ll try.”
I swore I heard him mumble something else, but I didn’t have time for his snide attitude. I grabbed the folder. This was a Sisyphean task, like all of these stupid fucking challenges. Something seemingly simple crammed into a box of impossible.
I wanted that throne. I would have it.
I slammed the folder shut. “I assume you will be watching?”
“Of course.” Cato nodded.
Standing, I grabbed the folder off the desk and pushed my chair back. “Then mark the clock. You will have your challenge completed in forty-eight hours.” I stepped out from behind the table and marched to the hallway that led to my apartments.
This was ridiculous. I could just hunt the guy, kill him, and leave his legacy in a shambles. I could do any number of things and be done with this in just a few hours. There had to be something to this. Cato was the biggest, most arrogant asshole I’d ever known.
“What are you thinking, Gwen?” Adelie asked as I passed into the hall, away from the Overlords.
“I think I need to feed and think more on this.”
“He’s a deceptive son of a bitch.” She threw a look at the chamber where the Overlords were addressing the crowd. “He’s not being upfront about what this really is—”
