Page 63 of The Veil of Blood and Magic

I hesitate, trying to think around the pulsing between my thighs and the desire to taste him again. I've always done my best to not let my hunger rule me, and maybe I can use that as an excuse with Zev, but I wouldn't be able to do that here.

Not when I'm completely satiated, having all the energy I require to sustain me for a while. No, this would be a purelyselfishact. It would be an act just because Iwantto. Because it would make us happy.

I'm not used to it.

But why shouldn't we? It's not like we're making a decision for him to Link with me, and then in two weeks’ time, I’ll be a distant memory for him. An entertaining story the two drifters can tell each other as they continue bounty hunting. Because I fully believe, even if I succeed, the drifters will still carryout their duties but not off the Collector’s orders. They’ll only hunt the creatures that are actually a threat to all kind—those malicious, soulless beasts who the drifters were created for in the first place before the Collector came and corrupted their purpose.

So truly, what is the harm in indulging now? What would be so bad about giving in to what I want for once?

Decision made, I let go of any worries or doubts, and span the small distance between us, kissing him softly, exploring, my eyes drifting shut at the sensation.

He holds me tighter, flicking his tongue against mine as his fingers tangle in my hair. He gives it a gentle tug, and I meet his gaze.

“Show me,” I breathe the words.

He grins. “Show you what, dove?”

I tremble at the sound of his voice, at the way he edges his gift in pleasure, just enough to make me even more wild with need.

“Show me what you would do with me,” I say.

“As you wish,” he says, slanting his mouth over mine and dipping his hand back in the water, both of them now palming my ass as he holds me against him, rubbing our bodies together.

I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him, submitting fully to the need pulsing and begging and aching inside me.

Jagger’s powerful hands squeeze just enough to give me a bite of pain laced pleasure as he rocks me against his hard cock. I shiver as he moves me in the water, never breaking our kiss as he glides himself through my thighs and against me but not inside me.

“Jagger,” I groan between his lips, wrapping my legs around his hips in a clear indication of consent. My mind is whirling with desire, his and mine clashing together in a beautiful flavorin the back of my throat. I feel drunk on it, exhilaration rushing through me with a heavy dose of anticipation.

He grins, pulling back just enough so that I can catch his gaze. I swear his teal eyes are glowing, this beautiful bright light that promises endless nights of fun and adventure. He shifts one hand between us, fisting his considerable length and using it to drag his thick head up and down my slit. Each graze is like striking a match, flames igniting inside of me, threatening to consume me.

“Jagger,” I say again, practically whining as I ride that sharp edge of pleasure.

He laughs softly, nothing but the sun’s setting light rippling over his features as he continues to tease me.

“Keep hold of me,” he demands, releasing his grip on my ass and using that hand to skim my ribs, then my breast. “Goddess,” he groans as he massages a handful of one breast, dipping his head to where they're just peeking out of the water and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. He flicks his tongue over it before making me gasp with a gentle bite. “You're stunning,” he continues, moving on to my other breast, working them until they're heavy and full for him.

I roll my hips, my thighs clenching as he continues to stroke and rub and tease me with his cock. I do everything I can to try and get him inside me, to try and ride him like my body is demanding.

“Ah, ah,” he chides me, kissing his way up my neck and along my jaw until he reaches my lips again. “Didn't I tell you I would take my time with you?” He holds my gaze as he let's go of himself and uses that hand to stroke me, sliding two fingers inside my aching heat.

I gasp at the sensation, arching slightly into the touch.

“You're lucky we're in the river, dove,” he says, pumping his fingers into me as he grinds the heel of his palm against mythrobbing clit. “If we weren't, I'd be using my mouth to bring you to the edge and take you away from it over and over again. As it is, my hand will have to do.”

“I want you,” I say as I rock into his hand, memories of the first time he did this to me swirling in my head, anticipation building at the base of my spine at the idea of sinking my fangs into him. The taste of his blood practically dances on my tongue already.

“You'll have me,” he says, increasing his pace between my thighs. “But first you're going to come on my hand and then you're going to bite me.”

“Goddess,” I moan at his touch, at the words, at the confident way in which he handles me.

Hewantsme to bite him. The notion is so refreshing and uplifting that I practically buzz with the happiness of it. With the freedom in not having to worry if I'm going to terrify him, or hurt him or be judged.

We know what we are to each other, bounty and hunter. A meal ticket. A delightful amusement and distraction. There is something so damn honest about that, it gives me this addictive, freeing sense of detachment from the cold reality in which I live.

He kisses me again, careful of the fangs, his expert touches driving me mad with need. I cling to him, rocking into his hand as he curls those fingers again and again until he presses with the heel of his palm against my aching clit with just the right amount of pressure that I shatter completely.

I moan at the release, my orgasm shivering with sparks crackling down my spine. Jagger is still working me through the throes of it when he turns his head to the right, baring his neck to me.

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