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His finger moves in rhythmic strokes against that same spot and my core clenches around him. I can’t seriously be this close to coming within sixty seconds. I don’t want it to be over yet.
I grit my teeth as I fight the sensation threatening to overwhelm my body with euphoria. I see Apollo’s grin in his eyes as he eats me vigorously and increases his speed. It’s a game to him, how fast he can make me come.
I fist his hair harder, trying to get some distance between us so I can reset. He doesn’t let me, doesn’t move in the slightest. He puts a second finger to my opening and pushes into me. The sensation of being stretched is all-consuming.
My hips buck against his face of their own accord, chasing what they want. He groans and devours me. I’m right at the edge of oblivion, wishing for more and begging to be released at the same time.
“Apollo, please,” I whine, not even sure what I’m asking for. Relief from the coiled tension in my center? A second to breathe? There’s not enough air in the room and I’m drowning in lust.
He presses his fingers right over the spot inside me and then pulses them, curling in quick little bursts. Bliss unfurls through my pelvis and shoots up my spine. I scream, slamming my head back against the wall as I lose control of my body.
Then a new sensation begins. Ice pours through my veins, followed by a wave of heat. I shiver, the orgasm unending as my body chills and heats in a strobing rhythm. I babble curse words and dig my nails into his scalp as he relentlessly fucks me with his mouth and fingers. My heart thuds against my chest in desperate beats. Fire burns in my aching lungs from my constant whines and screams.
Death by orgasm. Could be worse, I suppose.
Finally, Apollo slows his affections and sits back on his heels. I take gasping breaths as I crumple onto his lap, and into his arms. His shoulder is warm from my thigh resting against it, but not as hot as my burning cheek.
His claws graze through my hair and down my back, making me shiver and spasm. “That’s how it’s supposed to be, lovely.”
“Thas increble,” I murmur, my mouth still not working.
He chuckles. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I did, too.”
I close my eyes and let him comb my hair as I come down from somewhere in the stratosphere.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” I say, slurping some drool from the corner of my mouth.
“You will always climax that hard, and harder, with me,” he promises.
The cling film whips in the corner and a breeze meets my bare ass. I clear my throat and pull away from him, searching for my clothes. “So, I felt the magic entering me, I think. Does that mean I have power now?”
“Fledgling powers, yes. You will have the most rudimentary of my own abilities, and something unique only to you.”
I slide into my clothes. “What can I do?”
“From my own repertoire I’ve shared the ability to summon the materials of the hot springs: crystal, water, stone, and anything else that is deceased, like fallen trees, or animal bones.”
My mind whirs with the thousands of things I can do with just that.
“The ability to shape those materials was too much for you at this time,” he says, apparently reading my expression. “Your magic has only just awakened, but in time, I’ll be able to give you many other spells.”
“How do we find out what my ability is?” I ask, giddy to discover everything about this new side of me.
He smiles. “We’ll experiment all night to discover it, but first, I must show you something important.”
I walk on shaky legs that zing with the aftershocks of my orgasm as I follow him down the hall into the main building. We enter the office behind the reception stand, and Apollo moves a few of the boxes away from the rock wall.
He places his hand against it, and the glowing tattoos on his arms slither down his fingers into the stone to form an arch.With his left arm now completely bare of glowing magic, a doorway appears in the wall.
Apollo grins as he pushes open the door. “Welcome to the heart of the mountain.”
nine
Magic Upgrades are Badass
Inside the little secret room is a massive purple geode, split open on the side. It must be three times the size of my head, loaded with sharp, glistening gems that sparkle of their own accord. It sits atop an ornate pedestal made from dark stone that clutches the geode tightly.
The stones don’t just sparkle, theythrum.
