Page 41 of Overwhelmed By Magic

“Jade, truth or dare?”

The Incubus swallows and meets Rumi’s eyes, chewing on his bottom lip much like I just did. “Dare? Dare. Definitely dare.” Which means there are secrets he’s holding onto that he doesn’t want to share. I wonder if he ever will.

“Kiss Skye.”

There’s a chorus of disagreement but Rumi holds up his hand, shaking his head.

“I will not let harm come to anyone in this room. However, Jade needs an outlet and all of your essence is meant to absorb or to pull. He doesn’t need that right now. He needs pure unadulterated desire. Which leaves Skye. I also just want to see what happens.” Rumi clicks his tongue, waiting for Jade to move.

The Incubus is hesitant at first before he prowls across the circle, eyes focused on me. “This is okay?” He asks quietly. I’ve never known the equivalent of a sex demon to not immediately want to ravage anyone and everyone in the vicinity. My nod is subtle but it’s all Jade needs as he kneels in front of me and slips a hand around the back of my neck.

I do my best not to melt beneath his touch but I can’t hold back the whine that slips through my lips just before Jade kisses me.

Something akin to a purr pulls from Jade’s throat as his tongue thrusts into my mouth, the kiss deepening until it’s just the two of us. I can’t think of anything other than his consuming essence, a fog of desire and need spreading through my chest. We should stop but then I feel Harlow’s fucking ghost hand or whatever that shit is stroking me through my pants again and if that isn’t encouragement, I don’t know what is.

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JADE

I can’t stop kissing him. He tastes like the sweet ginger candy my mother used to make on summer afternoons. He’s much firmer beneath my touch—not as soft as Stellan—but also delicate and pure in a way that’s wholly Skye. I thought I would hurt him, steal his energy, and kill him. Harlow would throw me out of this plane of existence like he did with that vampire—Rumi told me all about it.

However, I don’t want to hurt Skye.

No, I just want to keep kissing him.

He’s making these delectable little sounds as I lay him back before hovering over him, taking the energy that I need. I’m not taking his energy, though, just the supercharged desire that’s directed at me. How has no one fucking said anything or tried to stop me?

Alcohol makes it hard to control my needs and I knew by the way Stellan’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head and Rumi’s fists in his lap that another few seconds and someone would have been touching me.

I pull away just a little, trying to gauge everyone’s reaction when I find that whatever I’m emitting has thoroughly affected the rest of them. Harlow is lip locked with Ambrose, the mage’s hand wrapped tightly around the spirit’s neck. It looks like a dance of dominance, neither one wanting to give in.

Stellan is straddling Rumi’s lap, the fire elemental’s shirt disappeared somewhere.

No one is paying me any mind—that is, except Skye and he’s lost in whatever haze I’ve put him in. I don’t want this without him experiencing it with me, though. After all, I’ve never done this before.

Rumi has fucked me millions of times and I’ve bottomed for several others before I came to Grimrose but I’ve always believed I would lose control the moment I tried to take charge.

Leaning down, I cup Skye’s cheeks in my hands, loving the way his eyes suddenly focus on mine. “There you are.” He reaches up to pull me back into the kiss as his hands begin to roam, searching for the hem of my shirt to drag it over my head. I’m lost in his presence, feeling his skin, needing more and yet not knowing what to do.

I want to fuck him.

I need to fuck him.

Skye continues directing from below, helping me out of my pants and then his own clothes until we’re naked on the floor, panting and unsure of where to go next. Groans spill out into the room and I’m a little scared to look around to see what orgy I’ve started. My hips thrust involuntarily against Skye’s, his entire body trembling as our cocks rub together.

Then his eyes widen as he looks down between us. “Is that a fucking piercing?”

I swallow nervously, not wanting this moment to end but Skye looks rather unsure about it. I’m the epitome of a sex demon. I researched what would give the most pleasure and the Prince Albert gem at the end of my cock was what I came up with. I’ve never used it per se but I’m hoping Skye will let me.

I thrust against him again, pulling twin groans from our throats as my cock weeps pre cum. Skye squints and then his jaw tenses before his head falls back, little gasps of pleasure falling from his lips. I stare in awe and confusion because I’m barely touching him.

“Harlow… fuck, he’s fingering me open with his essence. How are you doing that? Shit, that feels so fucking good.”

I’m intrigued as well, Skye rocking his hips against mine as I glance over at Harlow grinning at us. Ambrose’s lips are attached to his neck, the mage’s hand down his pants but Harlow’s attention is on us. “He’s ready,” the spirit whispers. “He’ll make it good for you.”

My cheeks pink at the insinuation. I had no idea that everyone knew I hadn’t done this before. Skye, though, isn’t judging me as he presses against my chest lightly, pushing me to lay on my back. The cold floor is a shock to my system before Skye hooks a leg over my waist. My breath catches in my throat as he spits into his hand before reaching back to grab my cock. He gives it a few experimental strokes before lining himself up and sinking down.

A strangled cry tears from my throat as my hands fall to his waist, fingers digging into his flesh. “You’re so tight. Seriously? This is what I’ve been missing?” I thrust upward, loving the way Skye feels around me, the human moaning as his hands fall to my chest.

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