Page 68 of Immortal Burden

“Fuck!” I cried, as he devoured me whole, his nose nudging my pubic bone.

He sucked, tightening his throat around my shaft, spikes of intense pleasure zinging through me.

He began to move, his exquisite grip and lack of gagging shocking me as he fucked my cock with his talented mouth.

I hadn’t expected it, I’d assumed he’d require teaching.

But he was something else altogether.

And the way he was going, he’d have me spurting cum down his throat within moments.

I wrenched his head back.

He grinned up at me, his mouth dripping with saliva and precum.

He was a vision.

Open, unburdened, awash in pleasure, and free.

So beautifully free.

“Lucian,” he breathed.

I wrapped my arms around him and hauled him to his feet in front of me. “You are ready.” I teased his neck with my tongue, relishing the feel of his jackhammering pulse, and whispered, “After tonight, you will crave me. You will beg me to violate you every which way. I will feed you my cock, stretching your exquisite ass, burrowing so deep inside your untouched hole that you will barely be able to draw breath into your lungs. I will make you mine.”

I dragged my tongue along his jawline.

He groaned, throwing his head back in bliss. “I’m already yours,” he breathed.

I stilled, astounded at his beautiful admission.

He was undeniably courageous, possessing a true untainted heart to give himself to me in such an unencumbered way.

“Ryker,” I began, brushing my lips over his. “I—”

An explosion of blinding silver light erupted between us, tearing us from one another and propelling us either side of my suite.

I grunted as I hit the wall, the impact taking a chunk out of the brick, and winding me severely.

Very few creatures had the wherewithal to inflict any sort of significant harm upon me, to actually cause me pain. I could tally them on the fingers of a single hand. And that had hurt.

Given the nature of the magic, there was no doubt in my mind as to who was responsible.

Groans from the other side of the room pulled me from my dazed state.

I zoned in on the toppled couch, Ryker sprawled beneath it, struggling to overturn it.

Why wasn’t he using his magic?

“Ryker!” I shouted, bursting over there, ripping the couch off him, and tossing it into the wall, decimating it under the force of my panicked fervor.

He was sprawled out on his front, his hands pinned either side of him.

I dropped to my knees eyeing the source of his submission.

Two shimmering silver cuffs encircled his wrists. He was gritting his teeth, fighting to call his magic. The green glow that had enveloped him earlier was gone.

He grunted, straining, his fingers trembling, the state he’d been in when he’d tried to break through my club’s inhibitor.

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