Page 15 of Spellbound
“I know, but could you…please? Just lie down with me for a little while until I go to sleep. Don’t be so stubborn. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just a few minutes.”
I knew it was a terrible idea, and I knew I’d regret it. But I sighed, and with my free hand, I pushed the door closed and let him draw me over to the bed. It was foolish, because I knew better, and I knew he couldn’t be trusted. He would try to turn this to his advantage.
The second I stretched out beside him, I knew he wasn’t even going to try to go back to sleep. If I stayed here much longer, it would end up with me fucking him through the mattress. And maybe he deserved to be—he sure seemed to want it. He rolled on his side to face me and slid his arm around my waist. I felt his knee press gently against my groin. It takes a lot of trust for a man to have another man’s knee so close to his balls and I was far from being there with him. I didn’t trust him at all.
But damn, his skin was warm and soft, and though I reminded myself again that he was strongly suspected of being a warlock, I was getting as hard as a rock.
I had thought that maybe I could just stay with him for few minutes until he went back to sleep, but I figured now that he had been planning this all along. I had no idea what he was up to, but I wasn’t letting him get away with it. Nobody was getting any sleep if I stayed there a moment longer. I slid out from under his arm and pushed him none too gently away.
“No. Nothing is going to happen here, I told you.”
He made a little face and ran his little cold foot up my leg. “But I thought maybe you could warm me up.”
“So now you’re cold? I thought you said you were hot and that’s why you opened the window.”
From the first moment I’d seen him on that road earlier, getting him in bed had been practically all I could think about. But we had unfinished business between us, and I had no business messing around with someone I might have to take into custody one day soon. I knew there was something off about him, and I just had to figure out exactly what it was.
The stubborn chin, those gorgeous green eyes and his leanly muscled body would no doubt haunt my dreams for a while after this, but I had to get out of there. His small, brown, flat nipples made me a little weak now as I had to palm them to push him away, urging him to back up off me. He surprised me by leaning over and nipping at my own nipple. My eyes closed and I groaned like he was torturing me, which he was. His long eyelashes were a black fringe against his cheeks, as he tried to scoot closer and tipped up his chin asking me for a kiss. I didn’t give it to him, even though I wanted to. Instead, I let my thumb trace over his lips, gasping a little as his little tongue came out to lick it. Where the fuck had he learned to do things like that? He seemed way too experienced, and I didn’t like it.
He kept trying to get me to kiss him, but I resisted, angling my face away and holding him off. He seemed to be almost content with just kissing, but I knew it would never be enough.It would lead to so much more. Maybe he was trying to entice me with his kisses, hoping he could seduce me somehow into not questioning him anymore. That must be it, and that couldn’t happen. I couldn’t let it.
I pulled away from him and sat up. “Sorry, but I had no business getting in bed with you at all. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, but this isnotgoing to happen.”
“Oh, whatever,” he said, pushing out his lip in a pout. “Just fuck off, then,” he hissed at me. “Get over yourself. It’s just sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I just wanted to let you know something was trying to break in. I had no hidden agenda.”
For some reason, his words flew all over me. “There’s nothing out there, and there couldn’t be unless it was twenty feet tall, so why don’tyoujust fuck off?”
“Make me,” he taunted like a damn child, getting up on his knees in bed and pulling back a little fist.
“Maybe I will,” I said, stepping closer too and making my own fist. I got right up in his face and sneered at him.
“Go ahead,” he said, “Do it. Try something.”
“I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.” I said with a laugh, and he took a swing at me. I not only dodged it but caught it and twisted it behind his back, bringing his body right up to mine, and of course, he was wearing next to nothing at all. That seemed to be how he rolled.
I grabbed his shoulders to hit him or throttle him or rough him up in some way, and the next thing I knew I had him bent backward over my arm. I stared down into that face…and then I was kissing him within an inch of his life.
Kissing him, damn it, like my life depended on it. What the fuck was wrong with me? This fucking littlewarlockwas pushing all my buttons, and he had to be using his fucking magic on me. It had to be some kind of infernal spell that Iwouldresist, damn him. I had grabbed him with every intentionof choking him out or maybe even tossing him out that damn window. But when I touched him, it turned into something else. Something hot and wild and out of control, and I wanted to tear that ass up and make him cry and beg and moan for me.
I wanted him in every way I could have him for the rest of his days. I pushed him back down on his bed and followed after him, stretching out over him and grinding on him, forgetting for a moment about his injured leg. I tore off the scrap of underwear he had on, and he winced as he lifted those legs up for me and cried out for me to fuck him. Well, what other choice did I fucking have? First, I kissed his knee, and asked him, as gently as I could considering how hard I wanted to fuck him.
“Did I hurt you, baby? Will any of this hurt you?”
He was going to ride my cock tonight, and for the rest of his days, because I didn’t like to bottom, but I had no intention of hurting his leg. We all had our preferences and topping was mine. But not if it would injure him. I wasn’t that big an asshole. Besides, this was Asher, the one my father had warned me about him. He was mine, damn it, and I needed to show him I was in charge from the first, and this seemed like definitely the start of something that was going to be part of my life’s work. He was interested in warlockry, was he? I’d strip him of his power and make him mine completely. He would never know what hit him after I got through with him.
“No,” he said, reaching up to kiss my jaw and sending a shiver through me. “It’s okay.”
“Then kiss me,” I said, and he turned his face blindly and obediently up to mine. His body was small but all lean muscle, hard and taut. I reminded myself to be more careful with him anyway and ran my hands over his skin, and it was like touching velvet over steel. He clasped my hand in his and guided it down to his pretty cock, and I moaned at the width and length of him. He closed his eyes and sighed again as I touched him, and Ireveled in his reaction.“This is mine,”I told him, holding him tightly, almost painfully, in my hand, and he nodded frantic agreement.
He wasn’t at all disinterested or just going through the motions. He tried to return the favor, sliding his hand into my pajama bottoms and then up and down my shaft, but I brushed it away and said, “No. I’ll give you what I want you to have.”
He sighed and started stroking himself fast and hard, and I used my power to clamp down on his hand, stopping him. He whimpered, and I shook my head at him.
“What did I just say? That’s mine and you only touch it when I allow you to.”
He bit down on his lush bottom lip, and I took that away from him too.“Mine,”I growled at him. He nodded and whimpered. Like I said, this was about me being in charge and letting him feel my power. It was about some other things too that I didn’t want to think about just then. I felt as if I couldn’t let my guard down with him even for a second or he’d gain the upper hand, and he damn near had it anyway. This was totally a bluff on my part, but so far it seemed to be working. I’d have to keep it that way.
I lined his cock up to mine and began to stroke both of us. He got so excited I thought he might come then and there, as he started squirming to get closer to me. He slung his leg over mine, humping against me.
