Page 12 of Hers to Rule

He leaned down to kiss her sweetly, giving her nipple another slow tug when he did. “You need to tell me exactly what you want, in excruciating detail, and then ask nicely.”

She huffed with frustration as Rio continued to stoke her lust to a distracting degree with his tongue. “I want you to push me down on this table, hike my skirt up, and fuck me into next week.”

“Close.” He pulled on her nipple again until her toes curled and, this time, kept his grip tight. Her magic and her heartbeat both throbbed. His eyes sparkled. “A little more detail.”

She took a calming breath that only made her feel the growing tension in her body more. “Push me face down on this table. Hike my skirt up. Take me from behind until I come all over your giant fucking cock.”

Cisco’s growl of triumph vibrated through the room. Rio slid away silently as Cisco manhandled her until he pushed her down onto the surface of the table face-first. She moaned as the cold surface chilled her sensitive nipples through her thin tank. He made sure that her face was turned toward Rio where he eased onto a sofa nearby. The obvious appreciation in his appraisal of them made her magic strum in her belly.

Cisco took hold of both of her wrists and held them at the small of her back with one hand. The very tips of her toes just barely touched the ground in the tall wedges, not anywhere near enough to get purchase or hold herself steady.

Mari groaned with need when he slowly pushed her skirt up to expose her. He palmed one asscheek firmly, massaging his fingers into the flesh. “I very specifically told you that you were going to beg for my dick after flaunting this ass at me in that tiny fucking skirt all day.”

Secretly, she loved that she made him as crazy as he made her. “Please,” she panted, “please fuck me.”

He moved his hand so that he thumbed her clit with a gentle brush of pressure, only enough to make her squirm. “Not nearly good enough, Mariana.”

“Please,” she said, her voice breathy and light. “I need you inside me.”

He stroked over her clit again, slightly harder. “Keep going. You know what I like.”

She did know. He wanted her to be as wanton as she’d always dreamed of being. She tried to arch up into his touch, but she couldn’t move enough to make a difference the way he had her pinned. “Please, I need to feel you stretch me when you push into me hard that first time,” she whined. “I need to feel you slamming into my soaking wet cunt over and over until I forget everything.” She strained to rub herself against his thumb just the tiniest bit so he could feel her reaction. “I need to come all over your huge fucking cock before I die of wanting you.”

The hand between her legs vanished, and she was bereft until she heard the sweetest music: the sound of his zipper. He pushed the head of his cock between her folds and stroked it up and down several times.

“Oh yes. Oh fuck. Oh Saints. Please.” The final word stretched out long as he speared her, hard and fast. Her walls pulsed around the sudden intrusion. Her thighs clenched. She moaned long and low, absolutely wrecked, and he hadn’t even started yet. She felt the heated pulse of her power filling her belly, and then every inch of her, swiftly.

She was so turned on that she assumed he would drive her over the edge quickly, but instead, he took his time, gradually building her up with slow, short strokes that massaged her over his ridges again and again. Her toes curled from the intensity of the friction at the steep angle.

Then he pulled out almost all the way and smacked her ass a couple of times before driving home. He let go of her wrists and leaned forward, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck and pressing her into the table as he fucked her deliberate and slow. His other hand clutched her left hip, his claws digging in slightly to keep her motionless under him. She cried out at the bottom of every stroke, begging for the release that stayed just out of reach.

“Please,” she said, breathless. “I need to come.”

Ignoring her plea, he slowed his pace even more. His tail wrapped around her right thigh, the muscular appendage spreading her wider for him as he continued his relentless onslaught, letting him drive deeper.

Held pinned, she was helpless under him for the first time, but rather than feel afraid, her desire swelled until it consumed her. All she could do was moan into the table as her body quaked. He thrust all the way in before coming to a complete stop, making her whimper.

He gave her neck a soothing squeeze as he worked the tip of his tail between her legs. Remaining motionless inside her, he began to rub her clit hard and fast. Unable to move to relieve any of the building tension, she vibrated with need. “Please,” she gasped.

He rumbled with approval. “Come all over my dick, Mariana.”

A moan erupted from her as her body immediately obeyed his command, the orgasm crashing over her. Her magic surged and released in wave after wave. She knew Rio, and probably anyone who was outside the building, could feel the intensity of her climax. Her muscles tightened around him as he resumed moving, faster than he had before, chasing his own pleasure while she was still in the throes of hers. He moved both hands to her ass, spreading her cheeks and pushing her into the table as he fucked her brutally so that he could get just the slightest bit deeper. Her pleasure crested higher while he was still riding her, and she groaned incoherently into the table as her body refused to stop clenching.

He came with a growl that made goosebumps erupt all over her, driving deep one last time as her walls continued to twitch around him. He leaned to rest his hands on the table on either side of her, his breath coming in harsh pants.

He recovered before her and ducked to kiss between her shoulder blades, taking a quiet moment to nuzzle into her skin. “You okay?”

Mari groaned. “Better than okay. Transcendent.”

With a chuckle, he kissed her once more and then withdrew from her. “I was worried it might have been too much.”

“It was perfect.” She’d given him everything she had, every scrap of magic that had been building all day, and now the wards were full to bursting. She’d had some doubts about her ability to keep the lights on, but she’d just proven to herself that she could, without question.

Chapter 5

Mari sat wrapped in a blanket on the couch of the break room, snuggled up next to Rio, as Cisco went over the details of what had happened with the alarm.

“A small group of well-armed hired muscle. Not local,” Cisco said as he walked back to them with a glass of water for each of them. He waited for them to drink before continuing. “They didn’t put up much resistance. I think they were just probing our security.”

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