Page 87 of Cursed to Be Mine
The images crashing through me have my head falling against her breast on a groan. I rub my cheek against her, licking the taste of her off her nipple. My body shudders.
She doesn’t move, and I take that as an opportunity to push more precum inside her. I won’t slam in balls deep until she’s awake, but each drop of my cum is already hers. It’s only right that I gift it to her as she gifts me with her body.
Wrapping her fingers around my cock, I close a fist over them. Grunts rise from my chest as I position the tip right between the wet lips of her pussy. Jerking myself off, I kiss her breasts, imagining her swollen with my seed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So perfect,kira.” And I’m so fucking close, another few beats of her fist will have me spewing my cum against the lips of her pussy. They suck my tip, wanting to pull me deeper. She finally moves, her hips rocking as she dances from the edge of sleep.
Despite my absoluteneedto see her looking at me as I orgasm, I keep her down with my magic. I can’t risk her panicking and interrupting me from filling her with my cum.
I groan as I suck on her nipple and play with her clit with my other hand. She cries out, her hips bucking hard now, her body desperate for my cock. I kiss my way up her breasts to her throat. Her hand squeezes me through mine. Her pussy beckons me to slide inside.
I push a fraction past the tip.
My teeth clench. My spine heats, an intense ball ofhot pleasure building in my lower back.
“I’m going to cum inside you,kira. I’m going to –”
I jerk on an uncontrollable groan, my head falling back as I arch. My cock pulses against her sweet hand. Cum shoots from me, and I pray to the gods that it takes root inside her womb. I want everyone to know she’s mine. I wantherto know. I want her body to accept my seed and make children from the both of us.
I kiss her neck as she whimpers in her sleep. She wants more, and I’m more than willing to give it to her.
But first I need to taste her with my claim inside her.
Leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the mouth, I release my hold on her hand. She opens for me instantly, her tongue seeking mine, and I let her take her fill before kissing my way down her delicious body to her full pussy.
It glistens and smells of me. The muscles in my back and shoulders spasm as I drink her in. A bit of my cum escapes her as I watch.
“Take it deep into your wet pussy,” I murmur as I wipe it up with my finger and push it back in. “That’s a good girl. That’s a good girl who I’m going to reward by licking you to orgasm.”
Her pussy eats me greedily, and I lower my head to return the favor. But just as my lips are graced with the claimed taste of my girl, I’m aware of a horrible noise.
It’s soft but deafening – running ice through my veins.
The door creaks as it opens behind me.
A split second of heavy silence slams into the room as Derek and I both still.
Then I’m moving, barreling backwards into him with a push of magic. We fly into the hall, and beforewe hit the adjacent wall, I shut the door to Scarlett’s room with a flick of my hand. The silence spell I placed on it upon my arrival works both ways. It’ll keep her from hearing me as I kill Derek. It’s why I didn’t hear him getting up before his normal schedule.
Cursing myself for letting my guard down around her, I slam my elbow into his stomach as we hit the wall.
He grunts, then sinks his teeth into the base of my neck.
Blood spurts.
My heart pounds.
Death beckons, but I twist away, just barely escaping having my artery ripped out from my throat.
The fucker fights dirty.
He slinks down the wall, then leaps forward, not giving me any time to use my magic. Raising my hands to block his punch, I take a knee to my side. Pain explodes from my half-healed kidney, and I let my legs buckle, ducking under his next swing as I fall back. He pushes me quickly, having clocked me as a witch rather than a vampire or a werewolf. If I had been either, fighting this close would have meant certain death for him.
But a witch needs their hands (or another conduit) to cast a spell. Magic can be spoken into existence, but the outcome is twisted and unfocused, and it’s more likely to kill you rather than your target.
Blocking another blow, I step backwards down the hall, trying to put distance between us as well as lure him away from Scarlett’s room. Although he doesn’t have the time to try to grab her –I only need a second to kill him– I don’t want her waking up, stepping out hearing the house is quiet (the spell of silence trickingher), and walking in between the two of us.
He matches me step for step with constant blows, a military background clear in each fist and knee. I do not retaliate, letting him feel encouraged to keep coming.
