Page 44 of The Vampire Oracle

Our eyes met, and I wondered how he came to that conclusion. Sure, being so close to him made me wet, but…

Kier pressed his palms together, and I noticed the symbols on his knuckles. He dropped to one knee, magic warping the ground until a huge slab of concrete almost impaled me.

“In the house?” I hissed, narrowly dodging his alchemist attack.

He smirked. “It’s my house, and it has been designed perfectly for my magic.”

“So, what? You want to kill me because Cozen got you jealous?”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not jealous.”

“Could have fooled me.” I felt the swirl of magic rushing through my body as I slapped my hand against the ground. Alchemy created a spear as I pulled it from the concrete ground, flipping it in my hands.

“One hand and no symbols? How—” he asked, but I threw my spear, rushing for an attack. He jumped to the side, escaping my spear and blocking the kick that I followed with. I twisted fully, kicking him again.

Kier was just as skilled, able to escape my attacks and give his own. His knuckles grazed my cheek as I pushed on his elbow. His arm buckled, and I kicked for his face. His free hand grabbed my foot and pulled me against his body, foot still in the air.

“Are you flexible?” He cocked a brow, smirk on his lips.

“I don’t know. Ask Cozen,” I teased.

His jaw tightened, and I could just taste the jealousy. I don’t know what is more satisfying: Kier was unable to get what he wants or that I know he watched Cozen press his body into mine this morning.

I lifted my other leg around his head, swinging my body downwards until he hit the mat with a thud. I tried to scramble to my feet, but he grabbed my thigh pulling me against him. His body covered mine, hands pushing my wrists into the mat.

“Fast little Ashbourne girl,” Kier muttered, dark eyes wondering my body.

I wished I felt disgusted. I wished my body didn’t grow warm as his was so close to mine. My eyes dropped to his lips, and he paused, eyes watching mine.

“Are you going to take what you want or are you going to continuously be jealous? You know how many men want me?”

He growled, chest rumbling against mine. My nipples budded as I arched more into him. I lifted myself a bit, almost pressing my lips against his.

“Take it,” I encouraged.

His lips slammed into mine at the confirmation. His taste of black coffee invaded my mouth, and though I didn’t like the taste of coffee, I liked his taste. The moment his hands let my wrist go, I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into me.

Heat rushed between us as our lips devoured each other. His hand grabbed my waist, pulling me against his growing dick. A moan escaped me as my finger entangled into his thick ponytail. My nails grazed the hair tie, and I pulled it out, letting his hair fall between us like a curtain.

In a flash, I pressed my palm against his chest and pushed him onto the mat, straddling him. Our lips never pulled back once. Slowly our tongues fought as his hips pushed against me. He was large and hard, and I wanted him.

But he was a dick and deserved to get blue balls.

My hands grabbed his hands, pulling his heavy arms over his hand and pinning them there.

A groan escaped him, and I swallowed it. Magic rushed through me, and concrete rumbled as both his hands were wrapped in it.

Kier pulled back, startled. He tried to pull on his wrist but quickly realized that he was stuck to the ground with concrete cuffs.

“Ashbourne,” he growled.

I rolled my core right against his hard dick, earning a shutter from him. “You think I’d give in that easily? You’re a gigantic dick head who is jealous over a girl who doesn’t want him.”

He pulled on the concrete, but he didn’t budge. “Sal.”

I stood, looking down at him. His jet hair was wild, and I craved to touch the softness again. His dick was hard, tip almost peeking through his gray sweats.

“Psalm.”

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