Page 168 of Cursed Bonds: An Alpha's Destiny

“I know I’m right,” I said, poking him playfully.

He smiled. “I think that little trick you did probably gave him second thoughts about attacking us, too.”

“Huh? What trick?” What was he talking about?

“That blast of purple lighting. Dude looked like he was about to shit himself when you did that. Impressed the hell out of everyone. It’s all the others can talk about. Apparently, the kids saw it happen through the van windows. They think you’re a superhero or something.”

His words sparked a memory. I’d been so furious at Eren that the magic had burst out of me without any thought. I was still learning how to handle my magic, and I was pretty sure I’d aimed for his crotch. I wanted to roast whatever tiny thing he called a penis, but had come up a little short. Ah, well, more’s the pity.

When I told Jace that, he doubled over in laughter. Wiping tears from his eyes, he said, “Now that would have really gotten people talking.”

“I guess I still need more target practice,” I said with a shrug.

Jace cupped my cheek, running his thumb across my lips. “You’re perfect for me, you know that?”

Speechless, I didn’t pull away as he leaned forward and kissed me sweetly. A contented sigh escaped my lips as I broke the connection.

“Sorry, my breath probably smells like ass. I haven’t brushed my teeth since yesterday morning.”

A low grumble came from deep in Jace’s chest. “I don’t care. And those aren’t the only lips I want to kiss.”

“Oh my,” I laughed as he pressed me back down to the bed and kissed me again.

What had been a sweetly intimate moment suddenly flared into something more, something carnal and animalistic. I rammed my tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste him, to press every inch of me against him. Jace’s breath rasped out of his nose in short pants as I ran my hands over his back.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and dragged it up over his body, only breaking the kiss to get it over his head. Jace gazed down at me as I ran my fingers across the rippling muscles of his chest and stomach. The sixteen hours of sleep had done wonders for my exhaustion, and all I could think about was him inside me. Suddenly, Jace was standing next to the bed, and I grumbled at his absence. Grinning at me, he slowly undid his belt and pulled the zipper down, his eyes locked on mine.

Jace toed off his shoes, then dropped his pants. In seconds, he stood naked before me, his cock rigid and quivering. Before he could move, I swung my legs off the bed and wrapped my hand around his shaft. I slid my lips over the tip, swirling my tongue across that sensitive spot on the underside before taking him into my mouth.

Jace groaned in pleasure, and it was so intense that I could feel the vibration of it through his shaft as my lips and tongue slid across his length. His hips jerked, making him thrust lightly into my mouth. I stroked him in time with the movements of my mouth. With my free hand, I cradled and caressed his balls, enjoying the silky, soft texture.

I glanced up at him, and a bolt of pleasure lanced through me when our eyes locked. Jace was looking at me with wonder, his pupils dilated. I wanted him to shout and scream in ecstasy, felt a desperate need to bring him to an earth-shattering climax. Nothing turned me on more than the thought of him shuddering and moaning as he came. Knowing that I’d done that.

“Kirsten… babe, you’re gonna make me come.”

Pulling my mouth free of him, I grinned. “Good,” I said before taking all of him until the head of his cock touched the back of my throat.

He let out another growl and pulled out of my mouth. My saliva glistened on his shaft. “Nope. Not yet.”

He tore at my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head and my pants down until I lay on the bed, legs spread, my pussy wet and aching for him. Instead of burying his cock in me, he knelt and slid a finger into me as he sucked and licked my clit. I fisted the sheets and arched my back, pressing my pussy into his face. I never wanted it to end.

He brought me to the edge, the orgasm ready to crash over me, then pulled away. I whimpered in disappointment.

“Not yet,” he repeated, then flipped me over onto my stomach.

The strength with which he manhandled me turned me on more than I could have imagined. His power and vigor were so fucking attractive, I somehow wanted him even more. I lifted my ass and wiggled my hips, almost begging him to slam into me.

Thankfully, he obliged. A moment later, the thick head of his cock grazed my clit before sliding into me.

“Fuck.” I let the word drag out as one long moan until he was fully inside me.

The panic and worry of the previous day had pushed me to my limit, and I wanted nothing more than to forget it. The best way I could imagine forgetting was by losing myself in Jace.

“Fuck me, Jace. Take me. However you want,” I whispered.

With a grunt of satisfaction, he grabbed my shoulders and began to ride me, pulling me onto his cock with each thrust. I’d never felt so full in my life. Guttural moans left me as he fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. It was glorious.

The first orgasm rocked me to my core, surprising me with its speed. No steady build-up; instead, it was a tsunami that shocked me with its power. Hot, scorching, but in the most pleasurable way imaginable. And still, Jace didn’t slow. If anything, he moved in and out of me with more urgency.

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