Page 113 of The Powers of Nyx

Despite the tremble in my hands, I reached for her. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing. But she didn’t stop me as I brought my face close to hers and pressed a feather-light kiss to her lips.

The moment was quick and soft, and it was perhaps all I needed from my vampire mate to truly settle the magic. But it was like something snapped in Maeve, and the hand in my hair tightened, turning to a fist. She angled my face up and teased me with a kiss, brushing her lips over mine once. Then again. And a third time before a sound left my throat, one of need. My magic roared with the desire to be released, and the only way to do so was with her.

“Do you want to be at my mercy, mate?” Maeve breathed, the fist in my hair jerking my head to the side. Her eyes skimmed the column of my neck, over the thundering beat of my heart. “I am not in control of myself, Ivy. Not after that. Feeling your panic...I thought I might have to hunt down the one responsible for it and tear them apart.”

I met her gaze, felt her fear through the bond. “You don’t scare me, Maeve. I don’t know how many times I need to tellyou this. But I will, every day, for the next five-hundred years, if that’s what you need to hear. I am not afraid of you, Maeve Grey. I never have been, and I never will be. You can lose control, because around me, you don’t need to be on all the time.” Her fist loosened, giving me enough room to move closer. “I love you.”

The words fumbled from my lips before I could stop them. But they made an impact, and Maeve reared back, shock igniting in her eyes. “Ivy...”

I swallowed and shook my head. “Don’t. I—I know it’s sudden, but it’s true. I love all of you. But you need to hear it, and you need to understand what it is I’m saying, because I don’t...I don’t offer my heart up willingly. But Maeve, I love you.”

Her eyes searched mine for a long moment, and then there was nothing but her mouth on mine, on her body pressing into me and her fingers scraping through my hair over and over until the anxiety of my words washed away.

I love you, too, she whispered down the bond.I have loved you for longer than I can admit. I have waited centuries for you, Ivy. I am yours, and you are mine.

Warmth rolled through me as her words settled between us. Without breaking the kiss, Maeve helped me to my feet before lifting me onto the table. Her hands drifted over me lightly, skimming the Oberon Academy uniform, like she was taking in each curve of my body. Each brush of her fingers ignited a fire within me. Burned my flesh with a need for more.

When she made it to my thighs, she gripped me possessively, fingers biting into my flesh. She parted my legs, fitting her body between them so that we were flush with one another. The kiss deepened as her free hand tipped my face back, giving her more access to my mouth. Punishing me with more. Maeve swiped her tongue over my teeth, and I opened to her, moaning as our tongues tangled together.

My entire body was alight with fire and desire. I should have been worried about someone walking in on us. Or feel weird about doing this in a classroom.

But all cares left me as Maeve lowered me onto my back and climbed atop me. She placed one of her knees between my thighs, inching higher to my throbbing core. Resting one hand beside my head, she broke the kiss. Her eyes returned to their normal, breathtaking blue, but remained was a hunger and possessiveness that made me tighten. Her other hand slid upwards, beneath the skirt, to the waistband of my panties.

“Are you certain you want this, my love?” she murmured.

I sucked in a sharp breath, heart pounding. “I need you, Maeve. Please.”

She didn’t hesitate as she slid her fingers beneath my panties. The chill of her fingers was like a shock, and my hips bucked as she slid them through my wetness. “I thought my favourite taste would be your blood. But your cum surpasses that.” Slowly, she pulled her fingers free and lifted them between us. They glistened with my arousal, and she brought them to her lips, licking each one clean. She moaned, the sound guttural—primal—and my pussy clenched as her pupils dilated. “How right I am about it. Your cunt is my favourite meal.”

I gasped as she slid off the table, pulling me down with her until my ass was at the edge. She glanced at me from between my legs as she slowly rolled my panties off and tucked them into her pants. “Are you comfortable, Ivy?” she asked as she pulled a chair up.

Gripping the edge of the table, I nodded. “I—I think so.”

The smile I received was nothing short of feral. “Perfect.”

And then she feasted.

My fingers tightened on the edges of the table as her tongue pushed inside my entrance. Her mouth moved over me, sucking, licking, teasing every inch of me. I arched off the table, and asound that was almost a whine fell from my lips. I didn’t even care if anyone heard me. Not with Maeve’s head between my thighs and her tongue fucking me relentlessly.

Pressure built, coiling tight with my imminent release, but before I could reach it, Maeve slowed, flattening her tongue and teasing me with wide, slow strokes.

You thought it would be that easy, Ivy?she teased, circling the tip of her tongue around my clit, but never giving it theattention it needed.You thought you would come that quickly?

I arched my hips towards her mouth, seeking more than just a teasing touch.Please, I begged.More.

Maeve sucked on my clit, pulling it into her mouth sharply.I love hearing you beg. But I want you to say it out loud.

As she released my clit and returned to the slow, torturous licks, I chewed on my bottom lip. As badly as I wanted to come, I also enjoyed the torture. I liked the attention, and I feared that after all of this, we would return to how we had been before.

The longer you take to speak, the more classes you miss out on,she said.And what you miss out on, you’ll be punished for.

I groaned. “Please,” I said aloud, “I need more, Maeve.”

Her mouth left me for only a second as she lifted her head from between my legs. Our eyes met, and as she licked her lips, she slid two fingers inside me. My core tightened around her, and I bucked in response, but she brought her free hand to my stomach and pressed down. “You stay still if you want to come,a mhuirnín.”

I released a breath. “Maeve...”

Her fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot. When I gasped, she smiled. “Still. And you will be rewarded.”

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