Page 19 of The Powers of Nyx

I bit down on my tongue, making a sound of agreement in the back of my throat. He continued his rough rhythm of fucking me. His fingers circled my clit, though he made a strange patternover the skin; I wouldn’t have thought much of it, until his fingers started to vibrate.

I fisted the sheets as the tingling sensation raced through me. “Fuck.” I pressed my face into the blankets. The vibrations were far more potent than anything else I’d ever felt before; stronger, more intense.

“That’s it,” he murmured, dragging his vibrating fingers down to where he thrust into me. “Does it feel good?”

I couldn’t speak or form any coherent words, and nothing would come to mind.

So. Good,I sent down the bond, biting down on a gaspas he trailed his fingers back up to my clit. At that single touch, I exploded again all over his cock, my knees buckling.

He didn’t stop. Wrapping his arm around me, he held me to him. Adrian’s thrusts matched each thundering beat of my heart, and his fingers—oh, his magic fingers—worked their way inside me, stretching me wider.

Another climax built, this one faster and stronger. Adrian’s grunts filled the air, but his thrusts remained strong and hard. “Are you going to come again for me, Sweetheart?” he gritted out as he kissed my shoulder tenderly.

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears burning behind them, but I gasped out a‘yes’as his wicked fingers reclaimed my clit. The buzzing changed tempo with a different sign created by his middle finger, and before I could question it, Ifell over the edge of pleasure, and Adrian followed.

His thrusts stuttered as he cried out with his release; I clamped around him with a sobbing whimper, clenching hard as the pounding climax flooded through me. My name echoed in my head, his voice tumbling down our bond. His name turned into a whisper as I stumbled into the drunken abyss of pleasure.

My heart crashed against my ribs, each beat a resounding thump in my ears; my breaths sounded harsh, his heavy as he leaned into me.

After several long moments tangled together, Adrian finally pulled himself away from me; cum dripped down my legs, but I was too tired to care as I rose and turned to face my mate. There was a glow to his skin that enhanced how beautiful he was, and his eyes shone with something I couldn’t quite read.

Adrian’s eyes trailed down my body before landing on my thighs, which were starting to stick together. “I’ll never get tired of this view,” he murmured, biting down on his bottom lip. “Something so perfect about—”

“Yeah, okay, I get it,” I replied, rolling my eyes despite grinning. “You’re such a weirdo. I need a shower.”

Adrian’s face lit up with a smile. He took my hand, pulling me into his chest, and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Did you like that little trick?”

My cheeks immediately flushed red, and I ducked my head, pressing my forehead into his chest. I mumbled a ‘yes’, earning a chuckle from him.A built-in vibrator,I thought, pulling away from him. Iran my eyes over him, gaze landing on his magical hands.

Not only could he find the clit, but he could also make himself multifunctional.

Very magical indeed. Thea would love that one.

I shook my head and dispelled those thoughts, but I tucked away the magical vibrating fingers for later. Not in my wildest imaginations would I have imagined that.

Maybe there were some perks to all this, aside from the 24/7 sex and mind-reading boyfriends.

I mean, who would turn down that?

7

MAEVE

HERwhimpers echoed in my ears as I worked tofinalise our departure.

It hadn’t been my intention to overhear her time with Adrian; with my hearing so refined, I was used to tuning out noises that weren’t worth me overhearing. Unfortunately, the sounds of others having sex was usually one of those things I would be forced to ignore. It was something shifters and vampires had in common.

But when I’d stumbled across them together, something within me had frozen. It had been torture standing there, bearing witness to something so intimate. Something only true mates would understand. I’d felt like vermin listening in, wishing it were me instead of him.

I tried to erase those thoughts. Yearning carved its way into my chest, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It burned, hot and jealous, a kind of envy I tried to disregard. Those emotions were ones I’d worked so hard to hide away, to deal with quietly.

The pen in my hand snapped, ink splattering across the incident report I was meant to be signing for Nash. I dropped the shattered implement and rose sharply from the desk chair.

“Bloody—” I stopped short and closed my eyes. The ink staining my hands didn’t resemble ink anymore; the pattern flashed across the blackness behind my eyes, turning from a messy mistake to something far more sinister. In the darkness of my memories, it was blood staining my hands, my body, everyinch of the room and floor surrounding me. There were bodies piled high, mostly women—girls I’d been sent to procure for my Sire in his efforts to grow his Changeling Court.

I pulled in a sharp breath, expecting the usual scent of fresh ink and paper to overwhelm my senses, but I found myself almost tasting the air as the smell of coffee and coconut, sweet and delectable, tickled my nose and my tastebuds.

Ivy.Her soft laughter drifted from somewhere in the apartment, and it immediately warmed the dead, dark part of me that had perished the day I’d been Changed. The beast within me calmed at the mere closeness of her. A sign of her power as a future Queen of Avalon? Or, perhaps silly and unfounded, a sign of something more?

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