Page 30 of Magic's Rise

Pleasure shocks through me, and I moan as my inner walls pulse around his shaft. His hips rock slowly, prolonging my release as he watches me.

Then he leans down, capturing my gasps with his lips in a deep, slow kiss that steals the last of my breaths.

The lazy pace continues, rebuilding that bone-melting bliss until I need more, and I writhe beneath him, fingernails scraping down his back and digging into his flexing ass.

His pace quickens, his thrusts growing shorter and harder, with swirls of his hips to massage my clit. Gasps fall from my lips, and I wrap my legs around him, lifting to meet his as I barrel toward my next release.

With a groan, Owen grabs my waist, holding me still as he drives in deep, and pressure builds as his knot swells within me. The burning stretch blazes through me, white hot with intensity. Then cum floods my channel, his cock pumping against my womb.

Another orgasm quakes through me, my body convulsing around his swollen shaft, and I black out with Owen’s name on my lips.

INTO THE UNKNOWN

Agentle hand on my shoulder shakes me. “Rowe, it’s time to wake up.”

I burrow my head under my pillow. “Go away.”

Owen chuckles and lifts one edge to peer in at me. “You need to pack if you’re going to head out today.”

With a groan, I roll over onto my back and squint at the window. “It’s still dark out.”

“You have a long drive if you want to get to Silver Hollow in two days.” Owen straightens and tugs the blanket off, exposing my bare skin to the winter air. “Tris and Haut are already waiting downstairs.”

Shivering, I curl into a ball and glare at him. “You’re a heartless man, Owen Hartford.”

He smacks my ass. “Get into the shower. I’ll pack your bag.”

“Ugh.” I force myself upright and swing my legs off the side of the bed. “I’m suddenly regretting the urge to save this magical town from impending doom.”

“You’re such a good person.” He bends to kiss my cheek before heading out of the room, taking the blanket with him to stop me from crawling back under it.

The diabolical man.

My body protests as I stand, the ache in my hips reminding me how I spent the night with Owen. I hobble to the bathroom, the wooden floor cold beneath my bare feet.

The bright lights above the vanity cast my face in stark relief. My dark, red hair sticks out in all directions, my curls tangled, and lack of sleep leaves my blue eyes bloodshot.

I turn on the faucet and splash my face, the shock of the icy water jolting me awake, and I let out a yelp. Turning the shower on to warm, I brush my teeth, then step under the hot spray.

Despite the desire to linger, I hurry to wash my hair, the image of Tris and Haut waiting for me downstairs making me feel guilty. It’s better not to hold everyone up, or I’ll have to hear about it for the next twelve hours while locked in the car with them.

When I finish, I find clothes sitting on the edge of the sink, and I barely dry off before tugging on the cream chemise, followed by my bunny sweatshirt. It envelops me in warmth, hitting me just above the knees. I wring my long hair in the towel, then pull on the socks and leggings.

Strapping my wand to my forearm beneath my sleeve, I head out into the hall.

Tris’s voice carries up from below. “Hippity hop, Rowe, or you’ll miss out on your breakfast burrito!”

My stomach, not yet awake, rejects the idea of food.

“Save mine for later.” I hurry down the stairs, one hand on the banister for balance in my sock-covered feet.

My favorite unicorn sneakers, the worse for wear, wait at the bottom, and warmth fills me that my men are armoring me with my battle gear in preparation for this adventure. They may not like that I’m leaving, but they’re making sure that I feel safe going.

Smiling, I sit on the step to slip on the shoes and squish the unicorns, even though they no longer light up.

“All ready?” Tris pads out of the kitchen, his sandy-blond hair somehow looking perfect despite the early hour. He sips from a pink to-go cup of coffee and offers me a sparkly purple one. “Hot chocolate for my sweet.”

I stand and take the cup, sniffing at the small opening. “Only cocoa?”

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