Page 120 of Wicked Magik
I flipped through the pages and landed on a page that would stir up Oryx. I smiled and winked at Veylor, who now looked absolutely terrified.
Don’t test me, lich.
“Veylor, you can’t touch yourself when I read this.”
Oryx tilted his head in confusion.
Then I began, “Her body trembled as she stepped through the darkened forest.” Oryx scooted closer to me and laid his skull on my lap.
His ears twitched as he listened intently, and I stroked his coarse hair gently. Veylor, on the other hand, looked like a statue, frozen in his seat, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and dread.
He didn’t think I would read this did he?
I hid my smirk and continued reading.
"The moonlight cast dappled shadows through the canopy, barely enough to light her path. She knew she was being followed, yet that didn’t deter her. The snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves echoed her steps. A thrill shot up her spine, a mix of fear and excitement. She had been warned about the beasts in these woods, the ones that take the women of the town, but she couldn't resist the allure of danger, the want to succumb to the darkness."
Oryx's tail thumped against the floor, his breathing heavy. I could feel the vibrations of his growls against my legs, his instincts kicking in. My thighs tightened. I could feel my arousal pooling at the apex of my thighs. I was going to ruin yet another dress, but at the moment, I couldn’t seem to find a care about that. My clit fluttered at the thought Oryx would soon be between my legs and Veylor would be watching.
Veylor, meanwhile, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cheeks flushed.
"Suddenly, she stopped. The sounds behind her paused. She turned slowly, her heart pounded in her chest. There, standing at the edge of the shadows, was a figure. Not a wolf, but a large creature with red eyes, fur along its body, menacing teeth. His eyes reflected the moonlight, a hungry gaze fixed on her. He stepped closer, his intent clear. She gasped and backed away, a small smile playing on her lips. This is what she wanted. For him to chase her, to catch her, to claim her. To feel the heat of his body on hers, to touch her in intimate places that no one had dared touch before."
Oryx whimpered, his claws digging slightly into my thighs. I winced slightly but didn't stop him. Veylor leaned forward, his hands on his knees, staring at Oryx. His breaths came in short gasps.
I was enjoying this far too much.
"She turned and ran, her heart racing. She could hear him behind her, his footsteps quick and sure. She deliberately slowed, her body aching with need. When he tackled her to the ground, she let out a scream that was half surprise, half delight. His body was hard against hers, his breath hot on her neck. 'You're mine,' he growled, his hands rough and demanding."
Oryx growled, his body tense.
Veylor squirmed as if the sound of Oryx’s voice turned him on further. I decided to take it up a notch, skipping ahead to a more intense part.
"He flipped her onto her back, ripping off her clothes in haste. He leaned in and pressed his nose to her dripping cunt.”
Oryx growled and shoved me onto the couch. I held onto the book with a firm grip as he lifted my dress and tore my underwear down to my ankles.
I opened my mouth to protest but Oryx took my undergarments and held it to his snout. “You smell delicious. Do you like this book?”
I snickered when Oryx threw the underwear to Veylor. He caught it with a finger and brought it to his nose. I stared at him, wondering why I thought it was even more erotic than when Oryx had done it.
Oryx is part animal, animals do that sort of thing.
Veylor was a fae, more human-like.
Veylor took in a sharp inhale, his tongue licking in the space that held my most intimate part.
“She tastes lovely too.”
I bit my lip but shook my head quickly. I’m supposed to turn Veylor on and make him suffer. Not the other way around.
I had to keep going with the story.
“The beast pushed her legs apart.” I began again. “She could feel his hardness against her, and she arched her back, exposing her pointed nipples, begging for more. He leaned down, his teeth nipping at her breasts, taking long strokes of his rough tongue between them. She moaned, her body on fire. 'Please,' she begged, her voice barely a whisper."
Oryx mirrored the beast from the story, yanking down my bodice with his teeth. His tongue traced a hot path across my skin before he snarled in frustration. Suddenly, claws I hadn't noticed before appeared at his fingertips, and with one swift motion, he tore my dress open from neck to navel.
I gasped and Veylor cursed beside us.
