Page 42 of Unhinged Magic
His hand slidslowly, giving me all the time in the world to object, but against every reason I had not to want this, I did. I wanted this so badly I could scream.
When he cupped my sex, I arched into his touch, need turning me into a pent-up thing searching for release.
Wesley slipped his hand down the front of my tights, sliding into my panties, the evidence of my arousal unable to deny.
A muffled, approving groan sounded from behind me. “I knew it. So damn wet for me.”
I didn’t doubt him, and between his cock pushed into my back, the vampire now feasting on the woman’s pussy, and the momentum building at Wesley’s touch, I was a flare ready to expel.
Wesley’s finger leisurely circled my clit, pulling my insides tighter, before dipping lower to sink into me. “You’re so tight, you feel so unreal,” he rasped, his breath tickling my ear.
I squirmed against his touch. “More,” I whimpered, and, within seconds, a second finger entered me.
The stretch made me lose my mind. “Oh, yes,” I whispered, my hand sliding up and into his hair.
My senses pushed to the edge of what I thought possible. My sight, a nervous wreck bordering on the verge of mortification and forbidden desire. Wesley in my ear, holding both of us in his safe magic, and the power of my release in the palm of his hand. An utterly overwhelming thing building inside me.
Wesley touched me with ease. Like he justknew. Oh, gods, he just knew. I didn’t want to think about how he had become so good at this, so good my knees almost buckled beneath me.
The male vampire suddenly maneuvered them both into a new position, entering the woman from behind, and still, I couldn’t pry my gaze from them.
Wesley cursed against my ear, his touch becoming more persistent as it returned to my aching bundle of nerves, my pleasure seemingly aligned with the women in front of me. Her pleasure-fueled moans filled the room, cresting to a high octave, and I could tell she was close.
Wesley’s command was merely a whisper, but it sounded like an emerald-infused hurricane slamming into me. “Come for me, soak my fingers,” he ordered. As if reading my mind, he flattened his palm against me, fingers still inside me, dragging with it a glorious wave of sensations as I raced toward something I had never experienced.
The woman tipped over the edge, and, simultaneously, shards of silver stroked me both inside and out. I cried out before a hand smothered my mouth, stifling my climax into hushed moans.
His fingers slowed to a torturous glide. “That’s it, ride it out.”
My knees failed me, finally giving way, only to be held upright by muscular arms. I melted against him, succumbing to everything. His hands, this closet. This entire situation sending me so far over the edge I didn’t think it was possible. I clawed at the air before my hands gripped his sculpted arms. I couldn’tspeak. Couldn’t move. Wesley held me upright; without him, I would be on the ground in a crumpled mess.
I felt his smile on my ear, the warm gust of his breath on my earlobe. His lips breezed over my skin. “You’re so damn perfect for me,” he said, letting them drag over the sensitive spot behind my ear and I swear it scalded my skin.
I let out a breath. “Wesley l…” But his hand quickly clamped over my mouth. Hard this time.
My eyes flew open, dazed, reality hitting me like a sledgehammer. I pulled in a tight breath when, through the gaps, the two vampires turned their heads in our direction.
Silence lay dormant within the confines of the closet, neither one of us daring to move, much less breathe. Wesley gripped me tight, his body bristling against my back.
The male vampire stared directly at us, his magnetic blue gaze something I would never forget.
“Don’t move.” Wesley’s words plunged my nervous system into overdrive as a wicked smile spread over the striking pale faces in front of me, a shiver tearing through me as realization hit me.
The woman turned to the male, an amused smile cresting her cheeks. “I think the little witches enjoyed our show.”
They knew we were here.
Wesley maneuvered me behind him. I peeked out from behind his shoulder.
The male smirked as he fumbled with the buckle on his belt. “Anyone watching us fuck is going to enjoy themselves, my love.” When he was done, he pulled her in for another kiss.
The woman moaned into his mouth, pulling away to speak again. “The scent of their mated blood is divine,” she drawled, and they both turned in our direction.
There was no mistaking the intention in her words. We were the prey.
When they started walking toward the closet, I slammed my eyes shut. My heart was a stampede once again, galloping in my chest. I couldn’t watch what came next.
Was this it? Was this how I died?
