Page 2 of Reign of the Beast

His hand skated up my thigh, sliding under my lacy black chemise.

His chiseled, bare torso pressed into me and I moaned at the delectable sensation of his nipple hoops lightly abrading my breasts through the thin silk covering them, teasing them.

He chuckled. “Every time, huh?”

He shifted his weight, his fists coming down either side of my head, boxing me in.

The deliciously dominant move had my heartrate picking up, my body tingling with anticipation.

Grinding against me, his thick cock straining to escape the confines of his dark linen pants, he held my gaze while he brushed his fingers through my slick folds.

I arched my back at the delicious sensations he was invoking within me, as he teased me and his thumb flicked intermittently over my clit.

“Yes. Yes, Ry,” I breathed. I reached up and grasped his biceps, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop touching me.”

“I never will,” he vowed.

He tore at my chemise, baring my breasts with one rough tug of strength. My gasp of surprise caught in my throat when his mouth closed over my right nipple and he began to suckle, lick and nip ravenously.

God, his mouth was glorious.

“Let go, sweetness,” he spoke, his tone soothing, almost hypnotic.

With one last lick to both of my nipples, he shifted and jerked his pants down to his thighs, just enough to free his cock.

I swallowed hard.

He was rock hard, raring to go.

My pulse picked up as I took in the two shining studs in the thick, mushroom head. Those things were heavenly.

He grinned at my reaction, then took hold of my thighs in a bruising grip, knowing how much I loved it nowadays when he got a little rough and domineering when we fucked.

The moment our gazes clashed again, I was lost to him completely.

The desperate need in his eyes, the fervor of his warm grip on my thighs, had me enveloped in a thick haze of lust.

“Take me, my love.”

He shifted his weight.

And then he abruptly stilled.

“Ryker?”

His eyes shone with green fire.

No. No. No.

There was no magic here.

We no longer practiced. We hadn’t for years.

We didn’t belong to that life anymore.

We’d escaped all of that, left the Guardian Movement, long ago.

It was what had brought us peace.

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