Page 46 of Midnight Rules
“We need to reenforce our bubble with titanium so no one can penetrate it.” Marric moaned when Iven entered him with a lubed finger. He shut his eyes when the pleasure grew big enough his other senses wouldn’t work. Everything in his body zeroed in on Iven’s finger, moving in and out of him. He’d felt nothing like it before, and he didn’t want to feel anything else ever again. Just Iven fucking him all the time.
Iven added another finger in quick succession. He didn’t need to prep Marric much. Marric’s body had adjusted well enough that the prep work was more foreplay and Iven being overly cautious than anything else.
Marric pumped his cock to the rhythm Iven set. But when Iven withdrew and then repositioned himself, Marric had to move his hand or risk trapping it.
“You’re ready for me.” It was the only explanation Iven gave to the abrupt change.
“Very ready, mate.” Marric moaned when Iven entered him. The pace was slow, but Iven bottomed out quicker than he had before.
Iven kissed Marric’s cheek and then the corner of his mouth before settling at his lips. The kiss was far more demanding than the fucking was. Iven invaded his mouth as thoroughly as he invaded his body.
When Iven’s pace increased, so did the heat level. They had to stop kissing or ignite.
Marric’s grip on Iven tightened. He needed something to hold on to, and that was the skin on Iven’s back. If he didn’t, he’d burn up at the next thrust. Each one made him hotter.
When the tingles started at his core, he knew he was close to coming.
“Iven,” Marric breathed. “Harder.”
Instead of slamming into him, Iven adjusted them and managed to get even deeper. How it was possible, Marric didn’t know, but it was what he needed to fall off the edge.
Pleasure slammed into him so hard he forgot how to breathe.
Iven wasn’t very far behind. He moaned and then stilled inside Marric for half a second before his movements grew stunted and then finally stopped.
It took a while for Marric to recover and come to his senses. But when he did, he realized Iven’s hold had tightened and his body was tense.
“What’s wrong?” Marric tried to soothe him by rubbing his back.
“You’re getting a fever.” Iven’s whispered response could have been a glass of ice water dumped on him. It had the same effect.
Chapter Twenty-One
One minute they were having the best morning sex known to warlock and witchy wolf and the next, Marric was burning up with a fever.
It didn’t take long before Marric was unconscious, and Iven was frantic.
He pulled on his underwear and pants and ran down the hall, searching for Zinnie. She was the only one who could help Marric.
What he didn’t understand was what had happened. Marric shouldn’t have gotten sick. The curse should have dissipated at least a little without Regan building it up all the time. After last night, there was no way Regan would have. That boy loved and trusted Marric way too much to continue building up the curse.
Iven found everyone in the kitchen. Maggie was cooking and pushing Kinnison out of her way, scolding him about being in her kitchen. Everyone else talked and laughed with each other.
Iven focused on Emery for a moment, noticing how she seemed healthy and happy. She even laughed at something Riley said and then bumped shoulders with him.
Iven got Zinnie’s attention at the same time Kinnison noticed him. Kinnison tensed and closed the distance as if he were a man on a mission. “What happened?”
“Marric has a fever.” Iven grabbed Zinnie’s hand when she came within touching distance, and he pulled her out of the room.
Kinnison followed them. “What the fuck did you do to him?”
Iven gritted his teeth. He wanted to protest the claim, but Emery had been laughing and talking as if she hadn’t been sick at all. And Marric had fallen ill in minutes. Iven’s gut told him the illness had come on so strongly because they’d bonded. He didn’t have evidence to support it, and he hoped it wasn’t true, but he had a feeling it was.
Zinnie went to the bed and sat beside Marric.
“By the gods.” Kinnison wrinkled his nose and stepped out of the room. The smell of sex, along with their combined scents, permeated the air. While Zinnie didn’t seem to mind, or if she did, it took a backseat to her helping Marric, Kinnison was a different story. He’d use them bonding and then Marric falling ill, to prove his point about Iven not being right for Marric.
Iven crawled in the bed beside Marric, kissing his forehead. “Can you help him?”
