Page 9 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

“I have a five-pronged vagina?”

He shook against me, and then his lips curved against my cheek. “Mmm, maybe I should check again.”

My body tightened. “Maybe you should.”

Our blue strand pulsed once, and then Wild’s magic slipped beneath my robes and white gown. The tendril brushed up my thigh, and I widened my stance.

His magic entered me a beat later.

He plunged his power inside, probing with every push, and I clutched at the table edge to remain upright. The thing about this connection between us? Our magics were a catalyst for each other. My body responded hard and fast. We fed off each other.

“That white gown makes me so fucking hard,” Wild growled as he watched me come undone.

He parted my robes and fixed his mouth around my nipple through the thin material and slip beneath.

My hips rocked against his magic. I jerked as his thumb brushed over my other nipple. “Wild.”

“I thought you were taking my power, my queen,” he purred against my flesh.

I moaned. “You just wait.”

He chuckled darkly, then sank to his knees, disappearing under my white gown and robe. His mouth moved against my core a second later, and there was something about him being under my dress that undid me even faster.

Wild groaned against me, clutching my ass to hold me tightly against his face. And then, between his mouth and rhythmic probes of his magic, I couldn’t hold in the scream any longer.

I trembled my way through the release, and as I came to sometime later, panting hard, Wild’s mouth was still softly moving between my thighs.

His magic retreated.

Wild kissed my core one more time. “I’ll see you later.”

I pulled up my gown and quirked a brow. “Is your conversation down there all done?”

“For now.”

I took in the wet patches over my nipples. “Guess I’ll change before doing anything else.”

“What do you need me to do?” he asked, still on his knees.

For whatever reason, Wild had always been so sure that he existed to nurture my power. That I was meant to be queen. That drive had to be a demon thing, and one I wasn’t comfortable with. Sure, I sat on the authority this morning. But in my mind, Wild was on a seat beside me.

I exhaled. “I don’t want to tell you what to do.”

“I’m your advisor and companion. You have the only right to tell me what to do.”

“We can decide what to do together?—”

Wild rose and stood close, gripping my elbows. “Tempest, I’m clear on my path. I’m free of my parents’ control, and there’s no doubt in my mind on my purpose. You are my purpose. To protect you at every step. To be worthy of that task, and for you to let me do it, is all I want and need.”

I swallowed at the devotion in his dark eyes.

He smiled. “That doesn’t sit right with you. You don’t want me to feel inferior.”

I rested a hand on his cheek. “I want you alongside me. I don’t need a security guard.”

“Can you sense any resentment in me?”

I already knew the answer. No.

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