by Eden Briar
He eases his fingers out and runs them over his cock, making it glisten. His hand presses into the mattress next to me as he covers me with his body and guides himself inside. There’s a sudden pressure, just on the edge of pain, as he pushes into me, but then his fingers are back on my clit again and the world fades into a haze of pleasure. Wave after wave of ecstasy folds over me, and I cry out, my body tightening around Ben as he slips inside.
When I blink my eyes open, there’s an expression of wonder and adoration on Ben’s face. I’m not sure I deserve it.
He eases out and thrusts back in, and I don’t have enough breath left to moan. When he pauses, I wrap my hand around his upper arm and inhale deeply.
“Keep going,” I tell him. “Don’t stop.”
His lips find mine, silencing me with a kiss as he takes me at my word. Each thrust is a little faster, a little harder, as he finds his rhythm.
“I won’t last long,” he murmurs breathlessly.
I shake my head. Minutes or hours could have gone by, I’m not sure I’m able to tell the difference.
“I don’t care. I want you, I have you. Just don’t stop.”
He grins and thrusts harder, pulling a shout of surprise from my lips. Two can play at that game.
I push up to meet his thrusts and tighten my body around his cock. His eyes go wide, and he falters, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
His fingers find my clit again as I feel him hit a spot inside me that sends pleasure sparking through me. He does it again, and again, and then he stills with a grunt as he comes, dragging me over the edge right with him. Impossibly, it’s better than the first time, blissful ecstasy overtaking every thought. I arch my body, crying out as I cling to him.
Ben buries his face against my neck as we ride out the aftershocks. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight to me.
Time passes, and just when the weight of Ben on top of me is getting too much, he rolls over to lie on his back next to me.
“Wow,” he says. “That was… you were…”
“Awesome. That was really…”
“Breathtaking.” There’s a tease of a smile on his face.
“Stunning.” I giggle, relaxing back against the mattress.
“Better than I ever imagined.” He reaches for my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine.
“You weren’t so bad yourself.”
He cups my cheek and kisses me, then reaches down and tugs a sheet up to cover us. We cuddle close, letting sleep take us.
When I wake, Ben is still sound asleep next to me. I throw on his T-shirt and tiptoe into the bathroom, closing the door over.
It’s only as I’m washing my hands that I feel it. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and a shiver runs through me. Slowly, I raise my head to the mirror.
It’s black as ink, the surface rippling.
No, this can’t be happening. He can’t be here.
The eye emerges, still closed but searching.
This is the second time in two days. It can’t be a coincidence. Balor isn’t appearing in random mirrors—he’s in mine.
“Seven,” a voice whispers.
The whisper is so loud that it booms. The sound is inside my head, in my ears, echoing through the room. I press my hands to my ears and try not to scream.
“The Seeker sleeps. Who calls the Seven? I will find them. All who stand in my way will die screaming.”
I see red and lash out, yelling as I punch the mirror. It shatters under my hand, the blackness fading, leaving silver shards smeared with red in its wake and a whisper in the air.
“I will find them.”
Ben kicks the door open and races in.
“Indy?”
I cradle my cut fist as I turn to face him.
“It’s Balor. He knows about the Seven. He’s coming for us.”
He looks from me to the mirror, and then grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me to him.
“No, he’s not,” he promises. “You heard Archer. He’s still bound.”
“But he was here, in my mirror. That means something, doesn’t it?”
He hugs me tighter, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“I guess it means he has some of his power back, but we knew that already.”
More footsteps hurry through my bedroom, voices calling. Jazz and Zac.
“I heard breaking glass.” Jazz looks past us to the mirror.
“Balor tried to pay Indy a visit. She took evasive action.”
I giggle at that, sobering as I eye my bleeding fist.
“He says he’ll find us.”
“Hard to do that without a body,” Zac says as he heads for the sink.
Jazz hugs me from behind, his arms slung low around my waist.
Zac returns a moment later, wrapping a cloth tightly around my cut hand. Ben and Jazz shuffle around to make room, and he joins in our hug, ducking his head to kiss my cheek.
“He was just trying to scare you.”
“It worked.”
His fingers lightly caress my bandaged hand.
“No, it didn’t. You fought back.”
“If you guys want to walk away, I won’t hold it against you.” My throat is tight as I force the words out.
As one, they push closer, encircling me with their arms and bodies.
“We’re going nowhere,” Jazz insists.
“We’re in this together, Blue,” Zac adds.
I lift my head to peek at Ben. He cups my chin and drags his thumb across my lips, evoking memories of us together.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. There’s not a chance in hell I’m walking away from you.”
We stay like that for what feels like a long time, before they lead me back into the bedroom. Jazz helps me into a pair of pants and a warm pullover since I’m still shivering.
Ben takes my hand in his and unwraps the cloth. The cuts are still bleeding sluggishly.
“Let me.” He presses his hand over the wounds.
“You don’t have to.”
“It’s a good test for me, to see if I can reach my powers at will. If I can only heal someone who’s mortally wounded, that’s a pretty severe limit on my abilities.”
I nod for him to go ahead. He closes his eyes, his face tight with concentration. I feel heat across my hand, there and gone a second later. When Ben pulls away, all that’s left is a few smudges of blood and tiny slivers of mirror that have pushed their way out of my skin.
“Good as new,” he says.
“Any useful visions?” I ask hopefully.
“Not a one.”
“Ahem.”
A voice interrupts us, and all three guys move as one, spinning around to face the door and nudging me behind them. Protective, as always.
“Problem?” Archer looks past us to the open bathroom door and the broken mirror.
“Balor tried to put through a long-distance call.” Jazz folds his arms. “It got cut short.”
Archer’s eyes widen a fraction, but otherwise, he doesn’t react.
“I see. Probably a good thing you’re getting out of town for a while, in that case.”
He turns and gestures for us to follow him.
“Um, where are we going?” I decide I’m standing my ground until I get answers.
“As I was just telling Jazz, we’ve been following the trail of a half-dragon for quite some time now,” Archer calls over his shoulder. “We’ve finally got a solid lead. You’re going hunting.”
The four of us exchange a look. Jazz grins at me before jogging after Archer. Ben rolls his eyes and gives me a soft smile, holding out a hand to me. I take it just as Zac links arms with me.
“Time to go, Blue.”
The two of them escort me out the door after Jazz and Archer.
Dragon hunting. Yep, this is my life now.
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