Page 12 of Spice
“Ezra,” she moans, clinging to me as we move together. I’m buried deep inside her, she’s gushing around me, and I’ve never felt this good in my very long life. “Something’s happening.” Her eyes meet mine, glazed with lust but wide.
“Don’t fight it,” I breathe. “Let it take us.”
We fuck like animals, my face buried in her neck, my cock pumping in and out of her, my fingers on her clit. “So fucking beautiful. Look at the way you’re taking me. Look at the magic you’re making. You feel so fucking good, Willow. And you’re all mine. My sweet witch. Mine to fuck. Mine to love.Mine.”
I growl the last word and she starts to come again, squeezing and pulsing around me in a way that renders me completely senseless. I fuck her, hard and fast, my hips slamming into her, and I start to come, too. As the first jet of cum pulses out of me and into her ripe, fertile cunt, the magic around us explodes. Golden light floods the room. Copies of the sigils I’ve drawn on her body sear into the walls, a permanent mark of our ritual. The gold thread between us is thicker now, stronger.
I collapse on top of her, my arms shaking. She’s trembling beneath me, gasping for air, and I roll to the side, pulling her tight against me. We’re both wrecked.
“You were made for me, Willow Ashwood.” I whisper the words against her damp temple and then seal them with a kiss.
She turns her head, her eyes meeting mine. She looks completely dazed. “I think I was.”
Five
Willow
I lie on the altar, naked and sweaty, tangled up in Ezra. The symbols on both my skin and his are still glowing faintly. The sigils that appeared on the walls are sparkling softly, looking like portals into a faraway galaxy.
Everything about this is completely surreal, and yet not. It’s a dizzying feeling, trying to make sense of it. The second Ezra pushed inside me, it was like I could see his entire life. Every piece of him. I feel like I’ve known him my entire life.
I feel like my soul is wrapped around his.
I run my fingers over his muscled chest, playing in the smattering of dark hair covering his pecs. He’s in remarkably good shape for a warlock his age.
“We didn’t even get your pants off,” I observe, glancing down the length of his gloriously sexy body.
He chuckles softly, glancing down at where his pants are still tangled around his ankles. “Not quite, no. I was too caught up in you to waste time undressing fully.”
Our eyes meet, and then we’re kissing, slow and unhurried. He cradles me against him like I’m the most precious thing in the world. His hope is a tangible thing, shimmering in his aura.
“Did we do it? Did we break the curse?” I ask, pulling away.
“Not yet,” he says, dragging his fingers down my side. The symbols on my hips flare as his fingers pass by them. “We’ll need to do that again. At least once more.”
“Oh, darn,” I say with a little giggle, and Ezra kisses me again. The energy between us sparks and intensifies, and my giggles dissolve into a moan as Ezra’s tongue strokes against mine. Sparks dance across my skin everywhere he touches me. And I don’t mean metaphorical ones. Actual sparks, in shades of pink and lavender, flare to life whenever his skin meets mine.
“I can feel you in my blood,” he breathes, kissing my neck. “Your emotions, your lust. Everything.”
I tilt my head, giving him better access. “I can feel you, too.”
“The bond’s intensifying,” he says. Even his breath on my skin makes tiny sparks jump and flicker.
“From the ritual? Or from…” The mating bond. To say it out loud feels big and scary.
“I can’t be sure. But, time will tell.” He scrapes his teeth over my earlobe and I shudder, tingles erupting across my skin. I slide my hands over his chest, down his hard, flat stomach and to the gorgeous cock between his legs, still mostly hard. I wrap my fingers around him and stroke, then gasp and arch when I feel the phantom sensation of fingers on my clit.
“What…” I stroke his cock again, and sure enough the sensation pulses between my legs a second time. “Am I feeling what you’re feeling?”
“Mmmhmm,” he groans. “When I kiss your neck, it’s like your lips on me, too. Your pleasure is mine, and vice versa. We’re bonded together.”
“Forever?”
“Maybe.” He toys with my nipple and then groans softly. I make a note to play with Ezra’s nipples. “How would you feel about that? If we were bonded mates?”
“I…” Panic rises in my chest, but along with the panic, there’s something else. Something softer and sweeter. “I can think of worse fates,” I say, stroking his cock.
Ezra’s mouth claims mine again, his kiss deep and desperate. I frown slightly as the taste of his kiss shifts. There’s a bitter edge to the sweetness I’m already addicted to.
