Page 6 of Magic Unmasked

Her face hardened, and in a blur of motion, she made her choice. With a furious battle cry, Lilith sliced throughthe vampires swarming Ronan. Her blade was a blur of silver light, severing heads from bodies, stabbing deep into hearts with deadly precision. She moved with lethal grace, her magic crackling in the air as she fought her way to him, cutting down anyone who dared stand in her path.

In mere moments, the vampires that had been overwhelming Ronan were reduced to ash and blood-soaked ruin.

Ronan shifted back to his human form, panting heavily, his body battered but alive. His golden eyes locked onto Lilith’s, and for a moment, the warehouse seemed to still around them. The tension between them crackled like the remnants of magic in the air.

“You could’ve had her,” Ronan rasped, his voice low and raw.

Lilith’s jaw tightened. “I couldn’t let you die,” she muttered, though the words sounded like they cost her more than she wanted to admit.

The connection between them, that primal pull, was stronger now, undeniable.

“Well, that’s rather awkward. I shall bid you adieu, sabretooth,” said Julien as he burst into dozens of black shards and disappeared completely. Why couldn’t vampires use a less dramatic way to take themselves out of a situation?

Ronan’s blood boiled, the beast inside him roaring to be unleashed once more. But this time, it wasn’t just about the hunt or the fight. It was something deeper, something rawer, but before he could act on it, Lilith had disappeared, as well.

He stood in the aftermath of chaos, blood, and magic and shook his head. He needed to get away before somebody reported something and the cops showed up. He slipped out the back as he heard sirens rapidly approaching and headed in the direction of The Thorny Rose. He needed a drink. It had been one hell of a day.

Chapter

Three

LILITH

Lilith fell into bed—frustrated, angry, and incredibly aroused. She couldn’t remember ever having been so attracted to anyone—regardless of what kind of being they were—in her entire life. She waved her hand, setting up the magical wards that would keep her safe while she slept and would allow her to sleep without dreams. She needed the rest. Closing her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep.

She could feel his presence before she could see or hear him.

“What is it that you crave, little fae?" Ronan purred.

Oh no, she was not putting up with that. She tried to rouse herself from the dream, but it had its claws sunk deep within her, and she couldn’t escape.

“You need me far more than you need your rest.”

“No. Do you hear me,” she said whirling around and trying to bring forth her magic. “I said no.”

“I hear just fine, my pretty little mate.”

He was so close all of a sudden; his presence startled her, and she could feel his breath on her neck. She whirled around to face him. Lilith knew that tigers all claimed their mates by biting them as they fucked them from behind.

“I don’t want this.” Now he could never say she’d given consent. Of course, did that even count in a dream?

Ronan chuckled. “No. What you want, and more than that, what you need is to be dominated and claimed by one who is powerful enough to do it.”

“And you think that’s you?” she scoffed and hoped that he wasn’t able to tell how much she wanted just that.

“I do indeed,” he rumbled from deep within his chest—a sound she could actually feel skittering across her skin and seeping into her soul.

His eyes gleamed with a primal hunger that matched her own. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, feeling the heat of his desire beneath her fingertips, while his strong hands skimmed along her hips, before he pulled her closer, turning her around so that her ass was snugged up tight to his large, hard cock. Ronan ground his hips into hers, purring all the while as he stroked one hand down her body while the other arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her in place.

"Can you feel how much I want you?" he murmured huskily in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Every touch, every caress... they're all for you."

Lilith tried to pull away, but he held her fast. She was unable to form words as her heart raced with excitement. This was everything she’d been searching for—a connection that went beyond physical pleasure, one that delved into the very core of who they were.

He whirled her around.

"On your knees, fae," he commanded, his gaze locked on her as he placed his hands on her shoulders, applying enough pressure to make her kneel before him.

His cock was long and hard, the tip dripped with precum. As she opened her mouth to protest, he pushed his cock past her lips, moaning as he did so. She could feel his stare as hewatched her take him in her mouth, the taste of him sending her reeling. Instead of protesting, Lilith gave herself over to the act completely, losing herself in the rhythm of it as he thrust in and out, holding her head steady. He wanted her to know who was in control, and that it wasn’t her.

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