Page 36 of Dawn to Dusk
“Because I am a liar.” She finally turned to me, holding a beaker of glimmering white liquid. “I fake it really well.”
“You can’t fake it with me.” The words sprayed right out of my mouth before I registered what I said. Damn it, Balthazar.
She laughed. “You’re blushing.”
“Men can’t blush.” I snapped gruffly.
“Sure.” She agreed, and her calloused fingers brushed my cheek. A new warmth grew from the touch. I leaned into it, holding her hand to me. She held out her concoction, and I broke my personal rule to never ingest something made by a witch. Esmerey’s magic was safe.
I accepted it, gulped it down, eager to get my wits about me, and waited for the magic to work. Except nothing happened.
She clicked her tongue in disappointment. “At least I made a discovery.”
Her fingers flitted over my face before massaging them through my short hair. Was she always this irresistible? How did I stay away from her all these years? Her scent stayed neutral, not inviting me to get closer to her. “Can I kiss you?”
Yearning threaded through her scent, adding a delicious depth to her and accepting my request without saying any words. I continued to sit, so I would not fumble around and look like a drunken idiot. She moved closer to me and her height was perfect.
“You may.”
I grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her flush against me between my thighs. My lips touched hers with need pouring out of me like a faucet. Gut-clenching passion blazed through us in a way I never felt with anyone else.
This woman kissed like wild flames burning deep into my chest, awakening something hungry inside me. Her scent exploded around me, inviting me to use her. The exact reaction I hoped for.
This was a warrior used to being the top dog on the playing field, and it showed in the equal amount of force she respondedwith. It made her feel more enthusiastic and drove me wild. She tried to shove me back, intending to be on top.
Something I already warned her not to do, but it also made things more fun. I growled against her lips in warning and delved into her mouth to show her who the boss was. This tenacious witch was not dominated so easily; she backed away with a smirk on her lips, attempting to entice me into a game of chase. Instead, my arms went around her back, and I threw her to the bed.
I nipped her chin, but I was so drunk, she managed to throw me off her. I landed on my back with a bounce, and she climbed to straddle over my stomach. “I win.”
That challenge raging in her eyes needed to be met. I shredded her clothes in two rips and flipped us so she was back on the bottom. Even as I overpowered her while she was at her weakest, no fear came from her. Knowing what I knew, her trust was priceless.
Ziam never deserved her. He wanted someone who would let him fuck. He didn’t care how perfect this woman was or about the sacrifices she made for people like him and me. He was blind to who she was. He only cared that she was beautiful and hadn’t dismissed him.
The animalistic urge to drench her in my scent hit hard. I wanted to send the message that she was mine, but she was just my paramour. I couldn't do that.
When I pictured my mate, she fit perfectly. It wasn’t fair. Over two thousand years, and I was still waiting for the one who would always be by my side. The perfect one laid right there, and by some cruel twist of fate, she was not that one.
My frustration manifested itself in a growl, and she shook with desire. Her nipples hardened, begging for my attention. I wrapped my mouth around one, unable to resist the offering.
My fingers found her core and worked her in the way I knew would be her undoing. I already memorized the map to her pleasure, because I intended to keep her around as long as possible; until fate deemed our time was over.
She cried out when I found that spongy spot that made her spill her juices all over my hand. I switched breasts hungrily, devouring it like a starving pup. Her walls clamped down on my fingers, and I growled when she exploded all over me.
Watching the rapture on her face was another kind of heaven. I refused to give her a chance to breathe as I kissed her lips until she panted.
Mark her.
I tucked my face into her shoulder, trying to calm down this urge to drench her in my scent. What I smelled didn’t help my self-control any. Another lover was underneath Ziam, but that wasn’t what triggered my anger. Ziam’s scent coated her back.It was an accident, I told myself.It’s the only place he’s not challenging you.
The rational part of my mind was cut off by my less sensible thoughts, and I snarled, stuffing myself inside her with one rough thrust. Her breath halted in her surprise, but she hooked her thighs over my hips, not concerned with my sudden aggression.
I couldn’t talk to her about my anger; all that came out of my mouth were snarls and growls. She met my thrusts with the same fervor. I let her have two orgasms before I pulled out and came all over her chest and stomach, making sure to stroke my cock to get out every single drop.
Then, I shoved right back into her too-hot pussy to go again. Thankfully, her witchy desire for sex had no need for a break. She went right back to crying out my name. Not one complaint tinted her scent.
I spent the night flipping her around in every position possible and soaking her in my seed. I couldn’t stop myself until her scent was covered by mine. No mistaking it. I staked my claim.
“There we go.” I sighed in relief, laying next to her. For a while, I wasn’t sure my cock would ever go soft. I lost count of how many times I came on her, but the instinct was finally satisfied.
