Page 17 of Mayhem's Magic

Gazing up at him, I shake my head. Again, he is wrong. I would never have embraced this part of myself if not for him. I might have always believed in magic, but before him, I never would have believed I held my own magic.

“It was because of you I found who I truly am. Take the credit you deserve, Mayhem,” I demand, pushing at his chest so he will lie down. I climb over his big body, heat starting to build between my thighs.

“I deserve no credit for the beautiful creature you have become, my love. You would be this woman without me.”

“No, I would not,” I argue, lowering close, rubbing against his hard chest, letting out a little whimper when my nipples bead up against the thin cotton of my top. “I would have left these parts of me hidden away. It is because of you I let them out, that I set them free. You might have come here for yourself, but you came when I needed you most.”

“It was you who called to me. You who brought us together,” he hums, his huge hands gripping my hips to settle me over his hardness as it pulses between my thighs.

He’s taken to wearing kilts if we’re not at the cottage. I think the first time my sisters watched him saunter outside without a stitch of clothing was enough for both of us. I reach down, shoving the soft material out of my way. His big hands pull at my shorts, and I gasp as his hardness rubs my pussy.

“We belong together, Mayhem,” I whisper as my hand starts to stroke his thick cock. “Whatever brought us together knew that. My mate,” I hum against his lips, smiling as he growls at me, his claws sinking into my hips.

“Be kind to me, love, let me inside of you,” he pleads.

“I love it when you call me your love,” I admit, teasing us both by rubbing his thick, wide cock against my swollen clit. I moan as he moves me back and forth, teasing me right back.

“It is fitting, yes? My love, my life, the center of my universe...oh, yes,” he hisses as I rock forward, pushing him inside of me in one slow move.

“Oh. Oh, I love how you fill me, baby,” I moan, rocking slowly. “You’re so big, I feel so full with you inside me.”

“You fit me so well. So tight. I love it. Just as I love watching you take me. Your body is made for mine alone.”

“Yes, yes,” I pant, starting to move, rubbing against his chest, my mouth finding his. “Oh, Mayhem, please!”

Hi huge body moves, and he pins me beneath him, pressing my body into the dirt. His tail comes between us, ripping at my top. I moan as the flat of his tail licks at my nipples just the way his forked tongue does.

Mayhem starts to thrust as the skies open up with a warm rain. It soaks our skin and fills our lungs with the fresh scent of the earth and the skies. I cradle his face as he rocks into me slowly, his eyes black as they gaze down at me.

“Mayhem, yes.... yes, I love you. I love you. So much. Love you so much, baby. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, I need to come, I need to feel you come inside me, please...”

“Ah, fuck, you feel as close to heaven as I will ever be. I love you, Cari. Love you my sweet, beautiful little flame.”

Fingers of white lightening crawl across the skies as he thrusts into me again and again. In the light of the moon, he is so beautiful I could cry. Even with his horns, his tail, his gray, scarred skin, he is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Yes, yes, I love you. I love you. I’m coming!”

“That’s it, my love. That’s it. Show me you belong to me,” he purrs as his tongue flicks over the marks he left at my skin. The marks that bind me to him forever.

“Yes, I do. I belong to you. No monster, no man, will ever change that. I love you, Mayhem. Forever.”

Mayhem comes with a powerful roar that echoes through the woods. Clutching me to him, he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, marking me once again. As if he can bond me to him a second time. If he could, I would allow it. I meant what I said because it is the truth—I am his, forever.

Sometime later, he is cradling me to his chest as he heads home. The rain still falls, and I am cold until he gets us inside the cottage. By the fireplace, he strips us both of our wet clothes, wrapping my favorite big, fuzzy blanket around us. Sitting in my favorite overstuffed chair, he holds me after he starts a roaring fire with a snap of his fingers.

“That will be handy come winter,” I teases as I snuggle against him, warming slowly thanks to the fire.

“I have lots of other tricks that will come in handy.”

Laughing, I nod as I hide my face in his neck, my body aching from the training and the round of love making. He talks softly, telling me about all the things he can do. Besides walking through walls, doubling my tub in size with a wave of his hand, he can make a fire start, he can inflict pain on another without even touching them, and he can take on any appearance he wants.

Cuddle in the warmth of his arms, in the safety of our cottage, I never see it coming. They warned me to be alert, to keep an eye out for an attack coming from anywhere. I never expect it to come to the safe space I share with Mayhem.

Azazel comes right out of the flickering flames, snatching me from Mayhem’s arms with ease. I am burning in the flames as he steps back, pinning me to him as he laughs at Mayhem’s desperate cries. He reaches out for me, but he can’t reach me.

“Youwillcome home. Or Ishebecomes my new pet.”

“Mayhem! No! I love you!”

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