Page 39 of Magic Claimed
Reality crashed over me when his hand came to rest where my thigh met my hip, the tips of his fingers resting close enough for my breath to drag into my lungs. He didn’t move, and frustration nipped at the edge of mind.
I shouldn’t want him to touch me there. I should break free of his arms and get out of the tub, but all I could think about was his fingers that weren’t touching me where I burned.
“Oh, Jarom wants to touch you most of all,” Eike said.
“Yet he isn’t here. He hates me.” I hated that my voice was so strained. “You should…hate me too.”
Eike’s fingers firmed on my hip, denting into my flesh. His thumb moved in tantalizing, annoying circles. I held onto the sides of the tub so hard I wouldn’t be surprised to see dents beneath my fingers.
Eike pressed his lips onto my neck and his warm breath tickled my skin. “He doesn’t hate you. He’s fighting his inner demons, like you are.”
A sigh fell from my lips when the tip of his tongue traced along my shoulder. “His demons will win.”
I wondered what demons Jarom had, but I didn’t care. Did I? But then all I cared about was Eike’s mouth on my shoulder kissing me and his fingers so, so close to where I needed to be touched. I squirmed as unfulfilled need pulsed between my thighs. The water sloshed when I moved. I shouldn’t feel like this. I didn’t want anyone to touch me there, especially Eike, especially…
His fingers brushed my inner thigh, and I didn’t recognize the sound that was wrenched from me. I jolted and hissed and when he cupped my breast, his heated palm seared my skin. My back arched of its own accord into his hand and my nipples beaded into twin points of sensitivity. He played with one nipple, and then the other, but instead of providing me with release, the pressure inside me kept building. My head fell back against his shoulder, too heavy to keep upright and my hips tilted, seeking his touch. Yes, that was what I needed. Him to touch me between my thighs.
“You like my fingers on your body, Serafine? My tongue? My mouth?” Eike’s voice wove into the foggy desire. Gods, he sounded like pure sex. “Tell me, Serafine. Tell me you like my touch.”
The words jammed in my throat. I wouldn’t tell him his touch was fast becoming a drug. Couldn’t do that because then he would know how needy I was for him. For him, and for Alerick and…his fingers, so close to my pussy, stilled.
“Tell me Serafine.” His voice was as hard as his erection at my back.
I clamped my lips shut, shaking my head. I wouldn’t tell him, I wouldn’t…
“Tell me and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll touch your sweet pussy. I’ll put my fingers inside you and let you soar,” Eike said, sliding his tongue up my neck to suckle on my earlobe.
Stars bust behind my eyes. I needed his touch like I needed to draw in my next breath. “Yes. Godsdamnit. Yes, I like your touch.” I sobbed. “Please touch me, Eike.”
His fingers slid through my slick folds and slipped into my entrance. He ground my clit with the heel of his hand and hooked his fingers inside me, brushing over a place I never knew existed. My orgasm burst through me. I arched my back, head thrown back, mouth open to suck in all the air I could while pure bliss raced through my body.
I drifted back, my body lax and replete. I didn’t have the energy to lift my head. At least the water remained in the tub, but as the bliss faded from my body, my mind cleared when I realized what I’d begged Eike to do to me.
My blood chilled. When I succumbed to their brand of magic I had no resistance towards. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and sleep as tension ran through my muscles.
One gentle touch, and I lost control. I was the biggest kind of fool there was. I tried to sit upright, but predictably, Eike stopped me with his superior strength.
“Let me go!” I struggled, but only succeeded in tiring myself out.
Eike kissed my temple. “You’ll learn not to reject our touch. No matter how many orgasms we give you, one day you’ll understand. There’s no use fighting. Denying the bond is to deny your own heart from beating. It’s a gift for all of us. A gift that we’ll fight for. You are ours, Serafine, and we’ll do whatever it takes for you to understand.”
No. I would fight the bond and them for as long as it took me to get away.
Off to a good start, Serafine. Three orgasms in one morning and counting. Gods, if this was what life would be like if they fully bonded me, I’d never get out of bed. My stomach flipped. Unfortunately, not in a bad way.
I grit my teeth. “Then you’re fools. The bond is only magic to make you do things you don’t want to do. One day, you’ll see. I don’t want you and I don’t want to be bonded.”
I would ignore Alerick’s kisses and Eike’s gentle touch. I would embrace Jarom’s disgust. I would put it behind me and not let it control me again because now I finally had a chance. I had hope and would hang onto it with both hands because that was something I’d never, ever had before.
I would let nothing control me except my categorical urge for freedom. A twinge of guilt or bleak regret wouldn’t stop me. The bond manipulated me. I would go and would not look back.
“You’re thinking too much, Serafine. Would you like me to ease your mind from your thoughts again?” Eike’s sultry voice was like a drug. I shot forward, as far away as I could, given his arms were still about me, and he chuckled. “I take that as a no. Just as well because I’d have you in here all day, but we only have a short time for Anise to help you with your magic.”
Before I could protest Eike rose, taking me with him cradled in his arms. I squeaked, putting my arms about his neck and crushing my breasts against his chest. He stepped out of the tub and I grimaced at the dirty water and suds from the grime that had once coated my body.
Eike put me on the floor rug that was now squishy and wet, picked up a towel, and began to dry me. I pushed his hands away while trying to cover myself up, amazed at the smooth alabaster of my skin, slightly pink and sweet-smelling from the hot water. “I can do that too.”
He tsk’d, moving around to face me, a look of infuriating amusement across his face. “Haven’t we been down this road before?”
