Page 120 of Amethyst and Iron
I dropped my fingers from his lips and ran them back and forth through his scruff, and his eyes fluttered closed briefly.Mmm.“Missed you.”
“Missed you too.” His lips lifted with amusement.
“What?”
“Nothing. You just… had a hard time without me, huh? Your shirt’s rumpled and only done up with one button, which isn’t even through the right hole. There’s a rip in your pants, and you’re even barefoot.” He reached out and ruffled my hair. “And your usually perfectly spiked hair is wild as fuck.” He stepped closer, our chests pushing together, making my breath hitch and a little groan escape him. “Really giving off the whole mad magical scientist vibe.” His eyes flamed. “Sexy as fuck.”
“And here we thought you were the messy one. Guess without my magic, you’re seeing the cracks.”
“I know about the binding, Sylas.”
I started. I actually had to clear my throat. “Well, then you see.”
He shook his head. “No. This isn’t about the magic. It’s about the damage you’ve never dealt with. It’s about—”
I slammed my lips to his.
He stilled for a moment, before he linked his arms around my neck and kissed me back with a whole lot of fervor, even thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
As I grasped his face, needing to hold him to me, his hands were all over me.
Frantic.
Desperate.
In my hair one minute, brushing over my shoulders the next, down my arms.
His fingers dug into my chest then and he ripped at my shirt, then shoved it off me and tossed it violently across the room.
I tugged at his tank and he broke our kiss so I could rip it over his head.
His eyes blazed back at me, wolf and vampire breaking through in equal measure.
He was in his sexy, primal state.
I snagged the waistband of his jeans, then shoved him onto the bed.
As his back hit it, I could see that he’d fallen into it, that without my magic, I’d had barely a physical impact on him.
But there was a whole other way I could impact him physically. And that didn’t matter whether I had my magic or not.
At my brief hesitation because of the magic thing that’d hit me, I saw him register it and nod at me reassuringly, as he held his hand out toward me, beckoning me to him with such a glorious needy expression.
I took it, and then he jerked me to him with a single burst of strength.
In the very next beat, he had me shoved up into a sitting position against the headboard, and then he was climbing on me, straddling my lap, then grinding all over me, the rough fabric of his jeans abrading my pants, his wolf claw pendant gliding over my chest.
He linked his arms around my neck and kissed my jaw, my cheeks, before slicking his tongue over my lips. “Fucking missed you so much.” He breathed me in, scenting me like an animal. “Mmm… touch me. Kiss me. Set my fucking blood on fire as you fuck up into me. Need you there… need that incredible cock. Above fucking all, I need you,us.Do you hear me?”
“Oh, I hear you loud and clear.” I reached around and squeezed his ass. “Now get these jeans off, then tear mine the hell apart.”
In a burst of speed that I could barely register, he had his jeans off without even seeming to lift off my lap.
And then he startled me as he called his talons, instead of his claws, then swept them over my pants, not even nicking me slightly as he tore them to shreds.
“No boxers? Thought that was my thing as well?” he teased, retracting his talons.
“Guess I’m taking leaves out of your book all over the place.”
