Page 105 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

We ended up knocking into each other, rolling on the ground until I found myself on top of him. Bez dug his claws into the mat, using them to secure his position, and bucked his hips in an attempt to throw me off him.

Swept in the heat of the fight, I slashed his chest.

Bez winced, stifling a shout but visibly frustrated.

“Sorry.” I retracted my claws from his bloody chest, staring down at him below me.

“Don’t be.” Bez whirled his legs so he could wrap them around my neck and lock me in place. “We’re training. I’m fine.”

We flipped around, him on top of me, and my eyes fixed on the blood dripping down his slow-healing wound.

I couldn’t allow this. It consumed me. His injury. His pain. His neglect for his own well-being just to prove he could keep up.

“You’re right here, right beside me.” I forced myself up, pushing between his legs until I squeezed my shoulders through his clenched thighs that held a rock-hard grip on my chest and back. He kept one arm locked, too, but I brought my free hand to his injury.

I bent my thumb as far as it’d go, then let the claw grow and curl inward until I reached my palm.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying something.” I sliced through the skin, letting blood spill into Bez’s injury, but it wasn’t the blood I wanted to share. “A long time ago, I sliced my palm, and your essence spilled into my open cut. Now, I’m trying to reverse that.”

“What?”

There it was. A sliver of essence come to restore the injury on my hand. I sliced it from the whole of my being, letting a single drop fall into Bez’s nearly healed cut.

“What have you done?”

“Given you a piece of the devil essence inside me.”

That single drop multiplied and swelled into several, mixing and merging with Bez’s demon essence. It called to me, roaring within Bez’s body, breaking down and rebuilding all at once. It was unlike any sensation I’d ever felt.

Bez loosened his grip, letting his legs slide down to my waist with his butt resting on my thighs. I moved my hands to his waist, pulling him closer to me, sitting upright.

“I need you to understand I’m not one-of-a-kind.” I bit my lower lip, breaking the skin in my search for the right words.

There were no words to truly convey how complete my life was with Bez in it. He was unlike anyone I’d ever met, challenging me in the best ways possible, keeping me excited and eager to explore new experiences, all the while helping me stay grounded so I didn’t float away on a tornado of overthinking anxiety or a whirlwind of self-doubt or a gust of too many metaphors meant to express what I’d already said.

“Wally, I’m not worried about being left behind. Not truly. Just a little frustrated with myself is all. I don’t need you to share your power, your success, your—”

I kissed him, letting my blood swirl between our lips, carrying over a few droplets of essence. “I’m merely half a person, completed by your presence, your belief, your love, your loyalty, your existence. Without you, Bez, I’m nothing.”

Bez’s eyes welled up, and he kissed me again, fiery and aggressive and with a bite. One I reciprocated.

We rolled around on the mat, kissing and thrusting and pinning each other in place. I couldn’t tell if we were making out or wrestling or both, but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t submit. I needed to shower Bez with love.

He groaned as I twisted my body over his, holding him beneath me. His tails went to snatch me up, break my grip, but my single tail split into a thousand thin threads and pinned his tails with ease. I smiled, having finally found a way to counter that move he used any time I came close to besting him. His tails, his techniques, his tenacity always outsmarted me when we practiced. Not now.

“How’s it feel?” I asked, teasing him as I nibbled his ear. “Having me inside you for a change?”

“Oh, Wally thinks he’s grown up?” Bez rolled me over, pinning me beneath him as he straddled my hips. “Finallycometo take charge?”

I ran my hands up his thick thighs, the firm muscles making me throb. In an instant, I spun in the air with Bez in my grasp.

He growled when I slammed his back against the wall. I ignored it. Ignored him. All I focused on was his lips. His taste. His perfect fucking body covered in clothes. I stripped them away piece by piece. I ripped open his shirt. I tore off his slacks. I slid off his dress shoes in a combination of using my tail and lifting him off the ground by gripping his ass and the back of his thighs while holding him against the wall.

Every kiss. Every step. Every time I locked eyes with Bez during this flurry of passion, it only drove me further. Passion consumed me. Lust fueled me.

Soon, we’d flown from one wall into another. This time, I took the brute force, letting my wings buffer the collision as Bez straddled my waist, kissing me the entire time. I didn’t want to break apart our lips, but I needed to see.

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