Page 50 of Pain

He snapped his fingers again and again, conjuring more flames, which he made dance along my belly, over the tops of my thighs, behind my knees, and along my feet. He was hitting all the major erogenous zones. Everything felt so amazing. I was having a hard time concentrating on just one spot.

At this point now, all three of them had gone down on me, and all three were very talented, but also very different. They had their own moves, their own way of pushing me to the brink of utter insanity, then heaving me off the cliff.

This new flame-play though, wasn’t anything I was prepared for. Where else could he put those flames? What else could do with them?

He flicked his fingers again and the tiniest of flames burst to life over my clit.

I came instantly, careful not to be too loud and wake the others—particularly our host. It was bad enough I was having sexy time in his kitchen; I didn’t want Kenvin to walk in on us.

Maybe it was the combination of all the flames, of Maxar’s tongue-work, just how badly I wanted him, how much I cared for him. Who knows? But I was coming undone the moment it hit me. Heat and pleasure didn’t spin out from my center like beautiful ribbons. It shot out like a thousand pinballs, all triggered by an overly wound spring. My fingertips and fingernails felt it. The ends of my hair tingled, and my ears burned. My body shook with the vibrationsof my release, each one getting more intense than the last. I did as I was told and kept my hands behind me, but my fingers curled on the tile countertop as my arms trembled, forced to hold up my weight.

My mouth was dry from being held open in utter awe, inhaling and exhaling in shallow, labored pants. His fingers weren’t even inside of me. His tongue wasn’t even on me. It was all just … fire.

Maxar’s fire.

When I was finally able to form a semi-coherent thought again, I blinked my eyes open and glanced down my body at him. The flames still flickered all over my body. A triumphant and extremely cocky mage grinned back at me. I stared at him in shock. He simply smiled wider.

The overwhelming need to finally have my mage inside of me took over, to the point where I was animalistic about how badly I wanted to feel him, and I grabbed him by the ears and hauled him to his feet, tearing at the elastic waistband of his hideous genie pants. “I hate these pants,” I murmured, dropping horny, fervent kisses across his neck. “But I don’t care. Get your cock out.”

His chuckle was deep and throaty, and only made me hotter. The flames were still dancing all over my body, and I could already feel another orgasm brewing.

He shoved his pants down to his ankles and took his cock in his hand, giving it a couple of sexy-as-fuck strokes. Then he held it in his palm and spit on it.

I should not have found that as hot as I did, but holy hell. My mouth dropped open, and it was all I could do not to roll over onto all fours and push my ass into the air like a bitch in heat.

His smirk said he knew what he was doing.

I was insatiable at this point, willing to do absolutely anything he asked of me. I was wild for him. So desperate for his cock, so desperate for him to be inside me. He could have ordered me to drop to my knees and kiss his fucking feet, and I’d probably have done it if it meant I could finally have Maxar’s cock in my pussy.

Still panting, I grappled at his back, tugging him forward. He notched his cock at my center, gripped me by the ass cheeks, and hauled me forward until we were connected. Until he was seated so perfectly, there wasn’t an inch to spare.The stretch to accommodate him made me moan, and when he snapped his fingers and fresh flames danced along my thighs, I purred like a kitten.

Locking my ankles around his back, I let him take control. Let him mold my body how he needed, how he wanted.

I was his to play with.

I was his toy.

I washis.

Lightning, the same kind that happened when Zandren and I mate-bonded, flashed into the dark kitchen. A bolt hit Maxar in the back and went through him into me. It wasn’t painful, just a little jarring. But now that I knew what it was, I wasn’t in any kind of a panic.

He pulled back, his eyes wide.

I smiled, chewing on my bottom lip.

“Did we?”

I nodded. “I think so.”

Flames more vibrant than ever before danced in his gaze. “You need to pick a spot on your body where you want my brand.”

My mouth opened. We were still connected. Pink flames continued to dance all over me and the orgasm wasn’t taking a break in its repeat journey, even though we’d stopped moving. “I, uh …”

“It’ll happen wherever my right hand is when we come.”

“O-okay.”

His hands were both currently on my ass.

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