Page 48 of Wicked Little Tricks

I still didn’t understand it, but it felt damn good. His shirt fell to the floor, and I leaned back to look at him. He was muscled, but not the type of muscle you got from lifting weights. It was the type of muscle you got from actually doing normal vigorous activities. Long and lean.

Heat filled his pure gray eyes as he looked down at me, and the feel of magic kicked up a notch, to the point where it was almost difficult to breathe.

Looking at him standing before me, I decided maybe breathing was something I could sacrifice. I went to him, pressing my body against his as I kissed a line up his chest and made my way to his neck. His skin tasted slightly of salt and rain.

He groaned, reaching to remove my coat. Hesitating, he looked down at me. “Are you sure? You’ve been through a lot.”

I smirked. “Where was this hesitation when you were tricking me into two different bargains?”

He gave me a feral smile, then pressed his hands inside my coat over my shoulders, removing the heavy fabric to fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my skimpy green dress.

His eyes lingered on the dress hugging every curve of my body. “Not your usual attire.”

I lifted a brow “You don’t like it?”

He pulled me against him with enough force to steal my breath. “I like it very much.” He lifted me by my waist to wrap my legs around him, then he sat me down on the desk, leaning over me.

The prickle of magic increased with our arousal, almost making me feel like I was drunk, though Mistral didn’t seem to be having the same issue. His hands searched my body, eventually hooking under the high hem of my dress. It was over my head and on the floor in an instant, leaving me glad I had chosen some of my nicer undergarments—a green lace bra to fit the neckline of the dress and matching panties.

Mistral’s eyes went right to the low-cut bra, then his mouth followed. He kissed the tops of my breasts while his hands reached behind me and those nimble fingers did their work. The moment my breasts spilled out, he caught one in his mouth.

I threw my head back and groaned, my body thrumming with need. All thoughts of vampires, angelics, and my mother flitted away in a heavy rush of arousal and magic.

Mistral kissed my other breast, teasing my nipple with his tongue, then he knelt, kissing his way down my stomach. I braced my arms behind me as he removed my panties, then kissed even lower.

As soon as his tongue found me, magic exploded in a sudden rush. I had never felt anything like it. Usually mymagic was more subtle, just little shifts and sensing boundaries. But every stroke of his tongue made it build within me even more. It was the magic of the stars, infinite and ever-shifting. And beyond that I could feelhismagic like a cool rush of ozone across my entirely bare skin. He brought me near completion with his mouth in mere moments, but I wanted more. More of him, and more of the feel of my magic, like a lost piece of me. I pressed my hands against his shoulders so I could slip down from the desk, then I reached for the button on his pants.

He watched me with dark heat in his gray eyes, all hints of teasing wiped away.

I removed his pants and his briefs as one, leaving me staring down at the hard, gleaming sight of him. I had never seen someone with grey skin entirely nude before. He looked like he was made of smooth, unyielding stone. But when I touched him he felt warm… And safe. So oddly safe.

My view was interrupted as his mouth took mine again, pushing me back against the desk. The feel of him hard against my stomach drew a moan from deep in my throat.

I distantly noted the rustle of a condom wrapper. Then with one hand bracing me against him, he slid the other down, positioning himself. He entered me slowly, drawing small gasps from my lips as he kissed down my neck.

Once he was in I wrapped my legs around himagain, lifting myself for a better angle for him to thrust into me.

He did so with abandon, pounding me against the desk in a way that was almost painful, but not quite.

When I leaned into him, he gripped my hips and thrust harder, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. I could have sworn I saw actual glittering stars floating around us, but when I tried to focus on them, they were gone.

My breath huffed in protest as he pulled out, then flipped me around, pushing me down against the desk before slamming back into me.

I cried out, leaning down further and grinding my hips against him, forgetting about the stars. Another thrust an an orgasm washed over me. I ground against him harder, feeling his body tense as he came right along with me.

The magic growing in my chest reached its apex, then exploded outward. This time the stars streaked across my vision, and I realized that just for a flash, they really were right in the room with us. Then they went back into me, making my body feel cool and hot at the same time.

Mistral draped his chest across my back, catching his breath.

“What the hell was that?” I panted.

He nuzzled his face against my neck into my hair. “You really know nothing about your magic, do you?”

“I told you why.”

He kissed my neck. “Yes, I understand.” He pulledback, but stayed inside me, turning my chin enough for another kiss. It was a sweeter kiss than before with no desperation behind it.

He slid out of me, then before I knew it I was cradled in his arms. “Let’s get you into a bath.”

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