Page 53 of The Misfit Mage and His Dashing Devil

When he whimpered, I paused, hesitant. A hand on his waist, another pressed deep into the mattress above his shoulder. Walter might’ve craved a dominant partner, but he didn’t simply lie there awaiting my next move. He wrapped his hands around my arm next to him, kissing my fingers and licking my claws. All the while, he pushed back on me, demanding satisfaction.

“Aren’t you a feisty one?” I pulled my arm away from his grasp and smacked his ass.

He wanted me. He saw through my façade. He saw through what even I couldn’t make sense of. What I still needed to understand. All the same, I found myself obeying the desires of his body, relishing every sound which escaped his lips, and pounding away harder and harder. This unfathomable desire to serve, to please him. I obeyed this stirring sensation, taking powerful strokes and burying myself all the way inside Walter. When he buried his head in the bed, I jerked him by the hair, pulling him closer. His back arched, muscles stretched. I wanted to hear every unfiltered sound. I wanted his primal guidance for my next move.

Walter turned, his lips searching for relief. His glasses had gone crooked between burying his head and getting pounded. Still, he ignored them, reaching out for me. I kissed his nape, taking my time, and adjusted his glasses. With each kiss, I thrust, watching him moan and then purse his lips for a kiss. I nibbled on his neck, just below his jaw. I wanted him to beg for it. Beg for the satisfaction of my kiss.

“Bez,” he whined, and I craved everything.

I yanked his hair back, a pleasure we both enjoyed. As he moaned, I kissed him, swallowing his sound. He wrapped his tongue around mine. The way he gripped my hip, pulling me closer, it encouraged me to heighten my pace, thrusting harder. Just as he felt he’d buckle, I’d ease, draw him close. My sweaty chest pressed to his back. Our sticky flesh held us together. His lungs swelled with my arms wrapped around his chest, panting with pleasure.

It’d been so long, and I came close, but I wanted to savor this sensation, this fleeting moment. When it was over, he might regret lying with a devil. Walter would want his life back. He, above all the mages I’d known, deserved to have his happy, normal little magic life. I’d help him achieve it, even if it meant we parted.

I pulled out of him and flipped him onto his back. In the meantime, I’d indulge and enjoy every second he offered. I drove myself into Walter, wings flapping so fiercely it conjured a gust in the room.

He stared at me, and I cherished every expression as I fucked him.

After a quarter of an hour, he quivered, body jerking, unable to contain himself as he climaxed. His satisfied exhale rang through me, pure ecstasy, sending a surge that sparked my appetites. I continued, eliciting a panting, pained pleasure from Walter as I pounded him. My muscles tightened, cock throbbing, and I came. It didn’t stop me, I remained buried deep inside him, enveloped by the warmth. Every nerve ending tingled, alert and delighted. I kissed his neck, licking his sweet sweat and relished the rhythmic sensation of my hips slapping against his skin.

Our climax led to little rest, and we continued exploring each other’s bodies throughout the day and well into the night. As the moon’s light shone through the window, we took a break.

“That was something.” Walter took heavy breaths, desperate for air but more desperate for me. I was his oxygen. Even if only for this moment, it was a nice feeling.

“We could go again,” I teased, nestling into his chest as he wrapped an arm around my back.

“I wish. No. I definitely do not. Not sure my ass could handle another round given we went, um, well, I sort of lost track between the two of us.” He pulled me in tightly, hugging me against his sticky body.

How I’d like to walk away from all of this, simply enjoying these moments. Walter looked into my devilish eyes without hesitation. I ran my claws along his soft chest, and he pulled them into his hand and then kissed them. I’d retracted my wings because snuggling in a mortal position and bed really wasn’t suited for my wings. Still, he’d enjoyed the sight of them. Between his lust for me and his curious eyes searching for answers, I found myself hard again, pressing on his thigh.

Walter giggled. “I can’t believe we…you know. It’s like… Wow.”

“So, what comes next?” I asked, rubbing my erection against him.

“Sleep, maybe? I’m kind of exhausted.”

“You slept for two days.”

“But this is after being impaled.”

I kissed his shoulder, snickering. “I’d hardly say I impaled you.”

“Not what I was referring to. Although, you kind of did.” Walter’s muscles were like jelly. His physical fatigue was likely the only thing that curbed my salacious appetite to continue.

“What comes next in this pursuit of clearing your name?”

“I don’t know.” Walter pushed himself back, sitting up with his back against the splintered bed frame.

I didn’t recall breaking it. Guess that explained the cracking sound somewhere between the second and third rounds.

“We should find that treacherous mage and murder him.”

“No. But I do need to tell Al, maybe my mother, too.” Walter sighed, releasing so much toxic dread once the term ‘mother’ left his lips. “I doubt she’d believe me. If I had that grimoire, maybe it’d hold some evidence of Chancellor Driscoll’s involvement, of his connection with Ian. It’d explain why he arrived when he did.”

Walter’s lips twisted as his face scrunched into quizzical thought. My little overthinking mage had a point. Ian surely had other opportunities to kill Walter; however, he didn’t attack until we’d obtained the book.

I hopped off the bed, strutting across the bedroom in the nude. Peeking with my peripheral, I hoped to see his ears burn, but alas, Walter had seen, touched, and licked nearly every inch of my body. Doubtful he’d blush at the sight of my naked ass now. Suppose I’d have to find new ways to embarrass him.I picked the grimoire up from the corner of the bedroom and trotted back to the bed.

“You grabbed it!” Walter’s eyes widened, a full smile on his face. “That’s impressive.”

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