Page 67 of A Roar for Magic

“That’s it, love. Your mouth is amazing. You need to stop. I want to be inside you when I come.” He pulled away from her and replaced her mouth with his hand. “I want you on your hands and knees, Clover. Do it.”

She laughed softly. “Nope. On your back, lucky tiger. If you’re gonna mate me, I’m driving.”

Rook’s lips split into a smile. “You’ve gotten really bossy, haven’t you?”

“I’m just assertive. You love it.”

He chuckled. “You’re right. I do love that about you. At least, I do when it’s not driving me insane. But I loveyou, Clover. Whether you’re being bossy or not listening to me about not using yourself as bait, I love you.”

“Good. I love you, too, lucky tiger.” She sat on his lap, pushing him into the pillows. Once he was in position, his erection pressed into her leg. Clover placed herself above him and took his cock in her hand, squeezing it gently. She slowly eased down on the length, moving her hips as she did.

“You feel amazing, Clover.” His hands gripped her hips as he joined the pace.

“I’m driving, Rook.”

“You’re gonna kill me going so slow.”

“I wanna draw out our mating for as long as I can,” she said, gasping as he bucked into her, reaching deep.

“Fine, love. Anything you want.”

Clover had every intention of taking things nice and slow, but as she began to move above him, her orgasm coiled in the very core of her. She increased her speed, clutching his chest to gain leverage. He was quick to clue in and took hold of her hips to help her.

“Rook,” she screamed. “I’m close. So close. Yes, please.”

“That’s it, love. Come on my cock. I wanna see you go there.” He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He toyed with it until he sat up, closing her into an embrace. His mouth found her left breast, just above her heart, and he nuzzled her nipple. His tongue drew a circle around the nub. It sent sparks all across her heated skin, and she came apart as his cock swelled with his own release.

His teeth sank into the tender flesh of her breast, sending a fresh new wave of pleasured pain through her. She bucked her hips, fucking herself faster on him as he filled her with his seed.

Rook placed a kiss on the bite mark. “Did it hurt?”

She shook her head. “No. I liked it. Maybe you can do that again sometime.”

He laughed. “I sure can.” He slowly slipped out of her, rushed to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, and cleaned them both up. He joined her on the bed, gathering her into his arms.

FORTY-FIVE

The next morning, she slept in while he handled pride business. When she finally got up his text made her smile:Wear something comfortable. Come to the spa. I have another surprise.

“More surprises?” Poe watched her change into a flowing sundress. “Hasn’t he spoiled you enough lately?”

“I don’t think it’s ever going to stop.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Besides, you like him too.”

“He’s adequate. For a tiger.”

Rook waited outside the spa’s main entrance, and Clover’s breath caught at the sight of him in casual clothes. Something about seeing him relaxed and happy, his usual corporate polish softened into comfortable grace, made her heart flutter.

“Hi.” She stepped into his open arms, inhaling his familiar scent.

“Hi, yourself.” He kissed her properly, slow and sweet. “Ready for your surprise?”

“Should I be scared?”

“Never.” His thumb traced her cheekbone. “Trust me?”

“Without a doubt.”

He led her around the building toward a hidden path, his hand warm in hers. The air changed as they walked, becoming richer with the scent of herbs and flowers. Magic tingled against her skin, old and peaceful.

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