A Bite of Magick Page 19

  Wanted to fuck her…so wonderfully hard.

  Wanted to claim her in the most elemental way two animals could mate…bond…possess one another.

  Breaking his mouth from hers with a soft snarl, Kieran lifted and turned her, forcing her facedown over the edge of the table. Beautifully crafted rosewood chairs were quickly kicked out of his way, his hands hot on her skin as he ran them down the delicate slope of her spine, unhooking her bra, over her quivering cheeks, to where they pushed her thighs wide. Her lungs burned with excitement as she held her breath, gasping when she felt him rip her pink satin panties out of his way and shove her thighs even farther apart, obviously wanting her wide open, completely exposed to the cool air of the early morning and his blistering gaze.

  And then his tongue was there, unfurling instantly inside of her, somehow too long to be human—and God help her, she didn’t freaking care. She wanted it. All of it. Wanted it eating inside of her with such greedy, carnal abandon. Wanted the delicious press of sensation as he speared deep inside of her gasping slit, searching out the sensitive hot spot and probing it with his rough tip in a spellbinding rhythm—over and over until she thought she’d die from the pleasure.

  She clenched her teeth, wanting to make it last…draw it out…but she couldn’t help it. Damn it, she was going to come.

  Hard.

  Now.

  It broke out of her like a thing of terrifying beauty, erupting with the savagery of a roaring force of nature, gripping her body so tightly she thought her muscles would shatter from the pressure. And then the tension broke, her flashpoint igniting, and everything released in a great rippling wave of ecstasy and heart-stopping, passionate emotion. She sobbed out his name while his tongue pierced the shuddering depths of her flesh, eating at her pulsing cunt like something starved and desperate, digging farther and farther inside of her, her juices flowing so freely she felt soaked in her cum.

  Kieran grunted in pleasure as his mouth worked, tongue and lips and teeth choreographed in a dizzying, primal assault of need, eating into her as far as he could get, his heartbeat roaring in his head like a violent reverberation of sound. Té spilled into his mouth, flooding him with her heady flavor, and it was too much.

  Growling in the back of his throat, he shoved her up onto her knees atop the antique rosewood. Her ass lifted into the air before him, legs spread so that her cunt was an open, weeping sin simply waiting to be committed, and with his hands holding her still, he shoved his face back into her. The soft, honeyed fluids flowed over his sensitive tongue, warm and intoxicating, so much bloody better than anything he’d ever had. The coiled pressure of hunger burning in his belly, knotting his dick, exploded—and he felt the beast roar to life, his fangs slipping painfully free, burning his gums.

  Panicked, he tried to jerk out of her, but her tight flesh suctioned to keep him deep inside, his rough tongue scraping her delicate tissues, and another shivering wave of hot, sweet cum flooded into his mouth, dripping down his throat as her hoarse cries filled the air.

  Fuck—he couldn’t hold it…couldn’t bloody handle it.

  Grasping her by her hips, he quickly pulled her back to the edge of the table, pressing her down with one hand on the base of her spine, then reached down and ripped open his bulging fly, freeing the hot, aching mass of his cock.

  His lungs bellowed like great, wind-filled sails as he stared down at her, all the perfect details presenting a banquet of opportunity to his starved senses and appetites. She was all soft lines and smooth skin, moist and fragrant, not with perfume, but her own, uniquely fresh scent. Fisting his hand in her hair, he pulled the short, golden-red mass out of his way, desperate not to harm her with the lethal, sharp-edged claws beginning to slice through his fingertips, nearly mindless with the lust and painful ache of emotion storming through his system. She lay panting beneath him, eyes screwed tight, her face pale against the dark wood, the color in her cheeks a full bloom of arousal that made him want to howl.

  Leaning down, he licked the vulnerable column of her neck, the heady, musky clean scent of her cum filling the air. He growled so low in his throat, the rough sound vibrated through his body, centering in the core of his cock as he pushed it into the wet valley between the round cheeks of her ass, the heavy shaft moving easily through the slippery essence of her warm cum. His eager lips skimmed across the slope of her shoulder, slipping slowly down the lithe line of her spine, until he came back to that sweet backside, the rosy skin glistening with her cream.

  Unable to resist, Kieran spread her cheeks wide with his fingers and his eager tongue lapped across the tight pucker of her bud while he forced his claws to retract, his thumbs pressing into her juice-soaked pussy. He lapped at her ass as if she were a mouthwatering delicacy, fucking her with slow thrusts of his thumbs, forcing the pleasure on her until a series of short, sharp screams were being pulled from her throat, her palms pounding against the table as wave after wave of clenching release rippled through her pleasure-ravaged cunt.

  Té was mindless to anything but the endless, raging orgasm spiraling through her body, its edge becoming acutely sensitive, and instinctively struggled against it.

  Her legs sawed at empty air, kicking back against his shins as she writhed atop the table, struggling to lift up on her elbows in a futile attempt to crawl away. Kieran snarled against the shivering flesh of her bottom, catching her around the waist with one powerful arm, and pinned her back down with ridiculous ease, holding her in place.

  Té cried out, not really wanting to escape, but unable to work her way through the crushing pleasure he kept pushing through her passion-wrecked system. She pressed her hot cheek to the cool surface of the table, tears streaming from her eyes as she felt him force her thighs wider, and she wanted to scream for him to take her now.

  Now, damn it. Now, before she went out of her ever-loving mind.

  “Please…please…please,” she pleaded, not even certain of what she was begging for, just knowing that she couldn’t keep coming without him inside of her, without her pussy being filled and stretched and packed full of his hot, hard, beautiful cock. She needed him to anchor her to this world. Needed the root of his powerful shaft to ground her—to keep her from falling, tumbling helplessly over the edge.

  His head lifted, and she looked back at him over her shoulder, the harsh lines of his face etched with unforgiving need. His eyes no longer burned black, but a shimmering silver that seemed to slice into her, seeing everything they wanted, peeling away the layers of civilization until he was looking at the wild, primal thing living deep inside of her. She felt stripped, raw, exposed—and utterly vulnerable.

  “Dinna run…dinna fight me,” he grated through his teeth, his voice so low and rough it hardly sounded human.

  She swallowed twice before locating her ability for speech. “I’m not afraid of you.”

  He ripped at his clothes as if they burned against his fevered skin—that eager to shed them—and then quickly flipped her over with such ease it was unsettling, as if she were but a doll. And when he had her where he wanted her, he stared down at her shivering body with a delicious intensity, his long black lashes casting shadows beneath his bright eyes, mouth and chin glistening and wet with her fluids. Holding her stare, he lowered his face back between her legs, his hot breaths bathing her sensitive clit. “Then. Dinna. Fucking. Fight. It.”

  Then his face pushed into her again, his tongue untamed in its need to taste all of her, and she knew it was that of the wolf. It was warm and wet, yes, but far too long and rough, and God help her, it felt incredible. Everything in her lower body tightened with unbearable bliss, her cunt feeling hot and swollen, like a balloon being slowly inflated with a carnal overload of physical rapture, while her inner muscles contracted so wonderfully hard, making her incredibly tight. She could feel her channel pulling at his tongue as he pushed it in, the tip stroking repeatedly over that special little knot of sensation buried deep inside of her in a way that made her feel as if she’d explode.

  And then suddenly it was happening again, her world falling apart in a shattering wave of pumping, grinding release as he took two thick, wet fingers and shoved them up the painfully tight mouth of her ass. At first it hurt like hell and she screamed, shocked, twisting beneath him—but then the pain was almost immediately followed by a strange, foreign pleasure that she couldn’t have described if her life deepened on it. It was dark and forbidden, deliciously savage in its intensity, and Té found herself pressing down, eager for more, taking his fingers just that little but deeper, until he laughed into her pulsing cunt.

  “Have you ever been fucked here before?” he grunted, voice a vicious, grating slash of sound, rending the breath-filled silence.

  Tears of passion overflowed her hot eyes, wetting her face, mixing with her sweat until her hair became damp, sticking to her temples, one red strand slashed across her pink cheek. She was crimson and flushed, her head tossing from side to side, mouth open and panting, arms flung helplessly wide at her sides. “No…no…no,” she chanted, her heart hammering so fiercely she wondered if she would die.

  His fingers pressed deeper, twisting slightly inside of her, burning the rim of her ass with a delicious stretch. “Dinna even think of fucking lying to me,” he warned.

  “I’m not,” she sobbed, nearly lost to reason, ready to beg for him to come inside of her, needing it more than she needed the lemon-scented air to breathe. “I’m not lying.”

  She felt rather than saw him smile against her open pussy, his lips pressed softly to her shivering, demure hole. “Such a sweet little virgin ass,” he rasped, “and it’s all mine.”

  His tongue snaked out to rim her swollen vulva, dipping just inside with a teasing thrust, taking great pleasure in lapping up the honeyed cum that continued to slip the tiny, ravaged slit. He laughed again, a dark, delicious, fallen-angel kind of sound. “It willna be virgin for long, darlin’. But first I want this gorgeous, perfect little cunt, and I canna wait any longer.”

  “Thank God,” Té cried, boneless and weary with need as he pulled away and deftly flipped her back to her stomach, bra twisting beneath her, pressing her down against the now warm sheen of the table, the citrus scent of the polish filling her head.

  “I wouldna go thanking him just yet,” Kieran warned.

  She made a groaning sound of frustration, bucking against his body as he folded himself over her, covering her fragile form even as he felt the complete change overtaking him, his bones cracking as they lengthened, reshaping within his skin.

  “Do you really expect me to turn away from you?” she demanded, supporting her head within the cradle of her folded arms.

  Gods, why didna she understand?

  “I’m a monster, Té. I could kill you with no more than a flick of my wrist…a snap of my jaws.”

  She took a deep breath beneath him, aware that he was now even larger—more solid and heavy against her back, his skin outrageously hot as it pressed along her length. “I’m more than aware of what you are, Kieran McKendrick—and if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, you’re going to be damn sorry.”

  “Close your eyes,” he ordered, feeling the fur overtake his burning flesh, fingers and teeth and claws fully extending, speech coming with greater and greater difficulty as his mouth reformed. The soft, rending sounds of transformation filled the heavy air between them—expectant whispers of what was to come.

  Her head shook from side to side. “No.”

  Careful to stay behind her, out of her line of vision, he hissed a frustrated sound of disbelief. “Damn it, woman, close your bloody eyes.”

  “No,” she shouted, adamant in her denial.

  “Té…”

  “Make me.”

  “Woman!”

  “Stuff it, Kieran.”

  His mouth pressed right to the tender shell of her ear, his breath sweet and warm. “Oh, I’ll stuff you, you beautiful little bitch,” he snarled. “I’ll stuff you so deep you canna breathe—pack you so full you canna swallow without tastin’ me at the back o’ your throat.”

  “Then do it already,” she sobbed, giving in, screwing her eyes tightly shut. Her arms spread out wide in an act of surrender, her flushed cheek pressed to the gleaming rosewood. Anything, damn it. Anything just to get him where she finally wanted him.

  Everything came to her in blinding, perfect detail, like the wrath of the sea at the moment when it breaks itself upon the jagged rocks of the shore in a violent fury of nature. The air was heavy with hopes and desires—her body even heavier, as he pressed fully against her, a solid, impossibly hard wall of muscle and bone, the raw energy of his power and his male, animal self slamming against her like those waves, her body turning like the thrashing foam.

  Colors danced against her closed lids, and she pictured him as he’d looked only moments before, determined to memorize this moment forever, to hold it in a perfect crystal within her mind, suspended there for her to revisit again and again. The texture of his lips as they brushed against her nape, so warm and enticing. The rough feel of his masculine hands on her body, lifting her into position. He didn’t seduce her, didn’t ask for permission, simply took what he wanted, his tongue licking across her shoulder while the hot, blunt head of his cock probed between her legs with the confidence of a man who knew he had her right where he wanted. And he did. She was utterly taken, completely in his thrall, every spellbinding detail making her drunk with lust and what she terrifyingly feared was an emotion far more dangerous. The heady warmth of his breath—the intoxicating scent of his skin—all of it tempting her far beyond control.

  Kieran reached between their bodies with one hand, opening the kiss-ravaged lips of her pussy, and then he was finally there, pressing within, his cock like a hot brand as it forced its way through, the heavy head shoving past the tight rim of her strained vulva with a powerful thrust he could barely contain. She cried out, trying to find her way through the burning pull, but he just kept going, his hips working with driven purpose until he’d pushed at least half of his long length into her. A hoarse, scraping sound of pleasure ripped from her throat, her pussy clamping down hard on inches and inches of pure male perfection, and she could have sworn she’d already found her limit.

  But then he pulled back, held, and shoved through her with a hammering drive that buried him all the way inside, the swollen ridge around the head of his cock ramming through tissues that had never before been penetrated. Two consecutive short, grinding thrusts followed, and she felt that final inch rip into her, his balls slammed up tight against her sensitive clit, teasing it with his heat.

  Té took in great shuddering breaths through her open mouth, raw cries spilling helplessly from her throat as she tried to assimilate the sensory data overload rioting through her fully penetrated, trembling body—but it was as impossible as trying to lasso the moon. She was too full for thought. And yet, she craved more. Needed to feel him move—taking her with all the fury of his need.

  As if he read her mind, Kieran growled near her ear, his breath warm and sweet with the scent of her juices, and began to thrust. His cock became a thick, plowing force of possession, claiming everything she had, forcing her to accept even more. She lay on her stomach, gasping and screaming, throaty cries of ecstasy being pounded past her lips with that massive organ, the blunt, heavy head reaching so far into her that she could have sworn it invaded her mind. He took her with thick, plunging strokes, cramming his raging length in again and again, separating the tight, sodden walls of her pussy with ruthless intent.

  She could feel the delicious stretch, the dizzying burn as her body clamored to make room for him. His cock was so wonderfully large, so long and thick and powerful, knotted with a heavy network of veins—and though she was no virgin, the tight-fisted clasp of her cunt had never known anything like him. Nothing that even came close to the mind-shattering reality of being fucked by Kieran McKendrick.

  And then she felt it, that first tentative stroke of his tongue against her vulnerable shoulder, and fiery anticipation blazed through her system, the thought of what he’d do somehow unbearably arousing. She flooded with juices as he breathed heavily against her skin, his body slamming into her with more and more power, a great driving force of possession—and then it happened. A blinding flash of icy, white hot pain as his fangs sank through the fragile skin, sinking deep, her blood rushing free in a warm, steady flow. He lurched against her, his mouth clamped down hard and tight, hips pistoning with maddened frenzy between her thighs, soft flesh trapped within the vise of his powerful jaws, and she felt the impossible pull of another orgasm gathering within her womb.

  Her mouth opened on a soundless scream that shattered her senses, destroying whatever images she’d ever held of herself, replacing them with one that was breathtaking in its power. She felt reborn…transformed…created into a magnificent thing of beauty and strength that knew no equal. In crystal clarity, she understood all that he’d tried so desperately to make her see—the meshing of their souls into one intricate, powerful entity—each giving a part of itself to make one ideal pair. And in that union, their power was equal, a perfect balance that could never be destroyed.

  His lips pulled back, sharp growls blasting against her flesh as his teeth remained locked into her burning shoulder, and then he pulsed into her cunt with one hammering thrust, holding himself hard and deep and high. There was a wonderful, painful thickening, and then his magnificent cock exploded, erupting into her clenching depths, triggering her own, his cum spurting in a violent stream, filling her up.

  She came until she passed out, lying limp beneath him, replete with soul-altering satisfaction, completely unaware of when he drew his fangs from her body, collapsing helplessly against her.

  Kieran took great, sobbing gulps of air, her blood warm and rich in his mouth as he felt the satisfied beast pulling back inside like a well-fed animal, finally content. He pressed a wet kiss to her nape, marveling at the wonder of her—a pure, untainted joy spreading through his veins, springing from the knowledge that they had broken the Council’s mating curse together—that he’d found the woman he’d worship for all eternity with every facet of his being and marked her as his own.

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