Page 5 of Twisted Magic

She could call a halt to this and he’d comply. Jadren loved to tease and push, but he always listened when she told him to stop. “Yes,” she breathed, trying not to be so pleased when he smiled approvingly.

He let go of one knee, pausing to see if she’d stay in place, then glided his fingers up her inner thigh, taking his time as she trembled. “Wider,” he instructed as he reached the hollow at the top of her leg, his proximity to her swollen sex excruciating.

“Jadren…”

“Wider,” he commanded again, voice sharp enough to make her shiver.

She complied, biting her lip as she watched him lightly caress her spread lips with a fingertip, his magic shimmering under the surface of his skin. “What are you—?”

“Shh.” He grinned up at her. “This will be fun.”

“Jadren, I—” She shrieked, convulsing, as a tiny bolt of lightning leapt from his fingertip and shot into her clit and through her entire body. It kept going, lighting her up from within, all of her being shuddering with the intense pleasure.

Before she could register the change, Jadren had flipped her over onto her stomach, her legs dangling into the water. He slapped her bottom, the sting adding to the ongoing sparking through her body and she cried out wriggling, emitting a choked squeal when he did it again. Next, he had thrust inside her, filling her deeply, and she clawed at the smooth tiles, slicked from their splashing, trying to find purchase to ground herself.

To no avail. She was at his mercy and could only take it, his cock driving deep, the visceral punch of pleasure a dark counterpoint to the brighter, sharply sparking ecstasy still rocketing her nerves. He gripped her hips in vising hands, thrusting hard enough to make her see stars. Then, just as she was about to come yet again, he paused, and withdrew from her.

When a slick finger caressed her anus, she jerked in surprise and heightened arousal. He tickled her, making her moan, then pressed in. “Yes?” he grated out.

She nodded, bracing herself, and he worked his finger into her most private orifice, the sensation unlike anything else, intensifying the rest. Quivering with erotic tension, she held still. Slowly, he entered her again, his cock widening her sex as he drove that finger deeper into her remarkably sensitive rear passage. Doubly penetrated, she writhed, taking more than ever, blood roaring in her ears, full to bursting as he pounded into her.

Jadren came with a shout and she climaxed again, impossibly, her body blazing, bloodred surging through her vision as she fell gladly into sweet surcease.

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Seliah went limp beneath him, passing into unconsciousness, and Jadren allowed himself a moment of smug, masculine triumph—mitigated somewhat by his own shuddering and the aftermath of a truly bone-watering orgasm. Still, he’d finally made good on that old boast. From someone decidedly terrible at following through on the words that came out of his big mouth, that was saying something.

It was all he could do to slide both of them back into the warmth of the pool and keep their heads above water. Tipping his head back to rest on the tiled rim, he held Seliah close and drew ragged breaths into his aching lungs.

A clearing of someone’s throat, however, had him nearly lunging out of the water.

“Peace, Lord Jadren.” Chaim Refoel emerged from the shadows beyond the torchlight, coming from the direction of their rooms, his dark-skinned, handsome face blandly neutral. He carefully averted his gaze as he spoke, fortunately for him. Otherwise, Jadren would’ve had to beat the intrusive healer to a bloody, whimpering mass of regret, which would create a significant mess and lead to a political catastrophe of monolithic proportions. “My people reported, ahem, screaming. They were alarmed.”

Jadren couldn’t help smirking. “I’d think your people would know the difference between sounds of ecstasy versus anything alarming.”

Annoyed enough to lock gazes with Jadren, Lord Chaim Refoel opened his mouth to deliver a no-doubt blistering retort. Seliah stirred just then, however, and his expression contorted into something Jadren recognized very well. Chaim’s mouth settled into sour and rigid jealousy. Seliah snuggled sleepily closer to Jadren. Nuzzling his neck, she made a low purring sound like a satisfied feline. “That was amazing,” she murmured.

All right, it was petty of him, but Jadren had never claimed to be a decent human being. Quite the opposite, in fact. “We have company, darling,” he replied, kissing her forehead. “Apparently Lord Refoel feared I was slaughtering you.”

“Oh!” She spotted Chaim half in the shadows and, charmingly, slid deeper into the water, her chin skimming the surface. “I’m perfectly fine,” she told Chaim. Then giggled, a sultry, pleased sound. “More than fine.”

“Good,” Chaim managed, looking determinedly away. “We were concerned.”

“Why are you always running your own errands, Refoel?” Jadren asked, thoroughly enjoying the man’s discomfited envy, not at all above poking at him further.

“You know I take a personal interest in Lady Seliah’s wellbeing,” Chaim answered stiffly.

Yeah… didn’t he just. “So do I,” Jadren drawled. “In truth, I just spent a considerable amount of time taking a very personal and intimate interest in her being.”

Seliah emitted a mortified little squeak. “Jadren.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I love it when you say my name. Or scream it.” He raised his brows at Chaim. “Is there anything else or can you leave us to our privacy?”

“I apologize for disturbing you both, Lord Jadren, Lady Phel.” Chaim turned away, rigid as a frostbitten corpse, then paused. Before Jadren could wonder what caught his attention, Chaim had retrieved the charred and soaked missive that had somehow ended up against the garden wall. Holding it up with disdainful fingers, Chaim leveled a reproving frown on Jadren. “And you call yourself a wizard,” he chided, thoroughly enjoying himself now. “The scroll is warded against destruction. Attempting to destroy it will yield you nothing. Be a man and read the cursed thing.” He dropped it again to the ground, curling his lip at Jadren. “You can’t run away forever, wizardling.”

At least having a grand exit line made the annoying man actually leave. Jadren fumed silently, trying not to show it. Fucking Chaim and his superior attitude. Jadren wasn’t running away. He was in hiding, learning new skills, healing up his shit—a totally different thing.

“I’m surprised you didn’t have the rooms warded,” Seliah commented.

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