A Bite of Magick

by Rhyannon Byrd

  “Do you know how tight you squeeze me when I do this?” he grunted, twisting his fingers inside her ass, pressing the tips into the thin wall that separated them from his pounding, burgeoning cock.

  She smiled beneath him, shifting so she could wrap one slender arm around his pistoning, muscled buttocks, twisting beneath him, shocking him into a sudden, violent stillness as she wriggled the tip of her index finger into the hot, taut rim of his own ass. He opened his mouth, but no sound escaped as she pushed it slightly deeper, and his cock nearly erupted into her then and there, feeling as if it tripled in size from the pounding rush of blood, the tendons in his neck defined with sleek prominence as his body jerked to a sudden, heart-jolting stop deep inside of her.

  He swallowed, black eyes fixed on her own, throat working as he struggled for his voice, a small vein ticking rapidly in his temple, and she knew that she had him right on the edge. With a siren smile, she pushed her finger even deeper, nearly burying it up the searing heat of his ass, and she could have sworn his eyes nearly crossed with the look of stunned pleasure falling over his gorgeous face. She’d clearly shocked him, and it was a sinful delight to know she’d managed to do something so wonderfully new to a man as sexually experienced as her wicked Warlock.

  “Bloody fucking hell,” he finally grunted, just as she got her finger completely thrust up his hole, pressing the “trigger” she’d read would be there in one of her favorite erotic romances, and the impossible inches of thick cock buried up her cunt suddenly blasted her with a violent, vicious force of hot, sizzling cum.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted over and over, cum continuing to jerk from the heavy head of his cock, though his erection remained rock-hard and ready. He pressed his forehead against her own, his hair falling around their faces like a thick veil of black silk while he struggled for breath…for control, and she felt his cock twitch at the exact moment he pulled back his fingers and rammed them up her ass so hard she nearly screamed with the hot burst of pleasure spearing through her.

  They were soaked in the other’s cum, their bodies sweat-slick and aching from pleasure—and yet, Té knew he was nowhere near done with her yet. Somehow, they were just getting started, and she couldn’t help but be thrilled by the knowledge. He made her feel like an insatiable, bloodthirsty little nympho, and God help her, she loved every single decadent second of it.

  Kieran stared down at her, feeling himself fall into her—body, heart, and soul—his cock throbbing at the luscious feel of being buried up her juicy cunt and his ass burning with pleasure at the sensation of her finger beginning to fuck him. She worked him with a soft, lazy pattern, pulling out a few inches and then gently thrusting back inside, giving him a little more each time. He couldn’t believe what she’d done…or his reaction to the thrill of having a part of her inside of him. Not to mention the fact that he was still hard and aching, crammed up her lush little cunt, her succulent tits cushioning his chest, feeling each beat of her heart as it pulsed around him, each breath as her chest panted against his own. It hit him so hard he would have fallen on his ass if he’d been standing—the undeniable fact that his entire life now rested in the hands and heart and womb of the perfect little creature beneath him. She could cut him and kill him with a word, and the knowledge of the power she held over him was as terrifying as it was beautiful.

  The words rushing up through him stuck in his throat as the fear clawed them back from his very soul, disgust swelling so thick he nearly choked on it. He’d never been afraid of anything in his entire life, and now he was so fucking frightened it made him sick. Scared shitless of losing the only thing he’d ever honestly wanted—knew he couldn’t go on without.

  His eyes moved over her face, marveling at the beauty of her expression as he moved within her. She looked at him with what could only be love—the one thing that could scare the ever-loving hell out of him, because he didn’t know what he would do if he lost it…lost her.

  His eyes found the bruised, angry bite of his monster on the tender junction of her neck and shoulder, and the knowledge of his undeniable possession filled every cell in his body, pumping with life and lust…and what he knew was nothing short of absolute devotion. The kind of love that never died. That went beyond this life, into the other. That went beyond the flesh. The kind that would always gladly bind him to this woman. He’d told her he’d never want another, and he’d known it was the truth from the very second he’d set eyes on her.

  And, damn it, he knew there had to be a way to prove it to her—to make her understand. If he had to fuck her into submission and acceptance until she was blissfully raw, then Saephus help him, it was exactly what he’d do.

  “You can’t hide from it forever, Kieran.”

  He blinked down at her, thinking it was eerie how well she could read him, even when they were buried up one another. Her soft murmur struck a definite nerve, and his beast shifted into sudden awareness, waiting for its turn to pounce and claim—anxious for its turn to fuck the hell out of their woman. He worried that he’d lose control with her, but he didn’t pull back. Instead he traced the sensuous upper curve of her lip with his tongue, nipped tenderly at her chin, nuzzling her jaw. “You fucking kill me, lass. I look at you and I canna breathe. I get inside of you and my heart stops. I willna lose you.” It was a snarled statement of fact. “Never. So dinna even bother making the threat.”

  She didn’t say anything, simply gave him a slow, knowing smile that infuriated his Warlock’s need for dominance and control—the beast’s determined desire to force it from her. The little gnach was playing with fire, and may her god help her, he was looking forward to showing her just how serious he was in his intent to claim her for his own—for eternity.

  And then his deep voice was all smooth seduction as he drawled, “But let’s no’ fight while we fuck, Té.”

  She shifted sinuously beneath him, then tightened the muscles in her cunt, squeezing him so tight his breath hissed through his teeth. “Are we still fucking, Kieran?” she asked with a husky rasp to her voice, the sound tingling down his spine, curling around the burning pleasure of his speared backside.

  “You’ve still got your sweet little finger rammed up my ass, lass. And I’ve still got you packed front and back. So, aye, I’d say you’d best be expecting more fucking.”

  A satisfied smile spread slowly across her lush mouth, and she began thrusting her finger once more, dancing it within his tight hole, just as his dick began grinding inside the tight clasp of her cum-soaked cunt and his own fingers began screwing her ass. “I do so love how insatiable you are, Kieran,” she panted, her body jolting beneath him. “Is that a Scot thing, or strictly a Warlock trait?”

  He pulled his dick out to the tight mouth of her pussy, then lunged back in, forcing a hungry moan from her parted lips as all that thick, vein-ridged flesh parted her muscles, packing her with pleasure. “It’s a Bronté thing, darlin’. Anytime my dick gets anywhere near you, all it wants to do is fuck you raw and feel you come.”

  “Mmm…lucky me,” she moaned, stretching her arm to keep her finger thrust up the hot tunnel of his ass as his hips began to pound his big, beautiful cock into her, not wanting to pull out of him just yet. In fact, she wanted to push him as much as he pushed her. A carnal smile of challenge curled her lips and she quickly pushed a second finger alongside the first, twisting further to the side for better reach, gasping as his cock penetrated at a new, delicious angle. He closed tight around her slim digits, and she curled them into him, loving the way he jolted in shock at the erotic feel of her stroking penetration.

  His eyes narrowed as he stared down at her, black ice glittering with fire, his cock pumping hard enough to jerk a sudden cry from her lips, the sound lost somewhere between ecstasy and pain.

  “You’re going to fucking pay for that, lass.”

  “For daring to fuck you?” she asked in a sudden breath, digging her fingers deeper, wanting to push him to lose that maddening control of his.

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nbsp; “No…for pushing me too far. For testing my control. For tempting me to give it to you exactly the way I’d love to.”

  “Well, don’t hold back on my account,” she challenged. “Have at me, beautiful.”

  His smile was so full of the devil that for a moment she wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew, but he didn’t give her time to reconsider. Within seconds their fingers were free and his wet cock withdrawn, her body being turned over with such ease she could only marvel at this man’s—this Warlock’s—overpowering strength. She’d barely taken a breath before she found herself face first in the bedding, her legs spread blatantly wide as he positioned her up on her knees, ass presented high and vulnerable for his to do with as he pleased. She turned her face into the soft, sex-scented linens, breathing in huge lungfuls of their sweat and cum, finding the soft, rich scents unbearably erotic.

  His stiff cock nudged her thigh as his rough palms smoothed over her cheeks, pulling them apart until she felt the pleasure pulling at her hole. Her cunt creamed like crazy, drenching her folds and the tops of her thighs, desperate to please.

  “You owe me, and I’m taking payment right here, lass,” he growled, and she nearly screamed at the feel of his tongue lapping at the puckered entrance. Her head turned side to side as she forgot how to breathe—forgot everything but the erotic feel of his tongue digging into her ass, pushing her open, rooting into the tight passage, fucking her with a long, lazy lick.

  “Oh hell…oh God,” she panted, thinking she’d die as he pulled it out, then rooted deeper, ravenous in his demands, giving her a slow, delicious tongue-fuck in the last place she’d ever thought to feel one.

  Then he was moving over her, mounting her, and she felt the wide, wet head of his cock teasing her ass, pressing forward, demanding entrance. “You ready to have this pretty little ass fucked, Té?”

  “Yessss,” she hissed, pushing back against him, desperate to feel him breach her opening and invade her in a way that she’d never thought she could crave with such savage abandon and hunger.

  His breath touched the sensitive shell of her ear an instant before she heard him whisper, “Then beg me.”

  Her breath hitched. “What?”

  He nipped at her lobe, teasing her with the scrape of his teeth. “You heard me, beautiful. Beg me.”

  He held her hips and pressed, stretching just inside the tight entrance, and she couldn’t have stopped the words if her life deepened on it. “Yes…please. Please, Kieran. Fuck me.”

  His tongue licked her ear, teeth nipping lightly at her neck. “Where, lass?”

  “My ass,” she groaned, shivering with excitement from her toes to the tops of her ears. “Please, fuck my ass. Fill me up with that huge cock. Make me take it. Force me to take it.”

  He went absolutely still behind her, muscles clenched, poised on the taut line of anticipation. “All of it?” he rasped.

  “All of it. Fuck me, Kieran. Make me scream.”

  He drew a great shuddering breath, control helplessly shattered by her raw cry and the fisting heat of her tight little hole around the wide head of his cock. “I shouldna be doing this without any lube,” he moaned helplessly, knowing that he damn well would anyway. “You’re too bloody tight, baby.”

  “I don’t care,” she argued, husky voice muffled from the pillow. “And it’s not as if I’m not—wet, damn it. Just use that.”

  He laughed a soft, strained sound at her commanding tone, then used his calloused fingertips to bring more of that sleek, sweet juice slipping from her succulent cunt back toward her gorgeous ass, covering his dick and her rosy little asshole. Every second he held back pushed him that much closer to the breaking point, until he finally couldn’t hold back any longer and forced the thick head of his dick just a fraction deeper. Gritting his jaw against the impossible pleasure, Kieran worked his hips in a slow, rocking motion, the brutal width of his dick sliding in a little further with each thrusting dig, until he’d buried nearly half the length up that precious, virgin opening, her juices providing just enough lube to make it possible, though he knew it must hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Still, you’d have never known it from the hot little moans breaking out of her, the throaty pleas jerking from her lush lips as he penetrated that tight, tender ass, inch by delicious inch.

  Kieran looked down at their joined bodies with feral eyes, a crazed sense of possession reaching into his chest and squeezing painfully around his heart. Her cheeks were spread and rosy, trembling with his grinding, shallow strokes, the tiny little fissure of her ass stretched excruciatingly open around the deep reddish flush of his cock.

  “Ah Té,” he groaned, pushing forward, giving her yet another inch, knowing he was already packing her full. “Ah Saephus, lass, I wish you could see this. You’re so beautiful, baby. This tight little ass packed so full o’ me.”

  She moaned a hoarse sound beneath him, lifting up higher, clearly loving it, and he trembled, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. His rough palms moved over her flanks, thumbs slipping between to pull her cheeks even wider, his next stroke spearing another inch into her heated depths, jerking a startled cry of pleasure from her throat. “Yeah, I wish you could see this shiny little ass, all wet with cunt juice, just gleaming in the candlelight. You’re beautiful, Té,” he growled, his hips jerking faster, balls tightening as he struggled to hold back the flood. “So fucking beautiful.”

  She wiggled against him, trying to draw in more of those incredible inches, and it was too much. With a rough, strangled shout, he fell over her, reaching beneath her jerking hips, seeking the ripe little bud of her clit. Trapping it within two fingers, he sawed at it until she screamed a raw cry of release, body clenching as another orgasm ripped through her sex-ravaged cunt, and she shoved back hard, nearly taking him to the root.

  Stars exploded before his eyes at the feel of being crammed up her tight ass, the contractions rippling through her cunt pulsing against his buried shaft, and a blistering surge of sizzling cum erupted from the head of his cock, blasting into her. His mouth opened helplessly against his bite in her shoulder, harsh shouts bursting from his throat until the last drop mercifully pulsed free, draining him.

  And when it was finally over and they were deliciously spent, they fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs, neither moving but for the harsh expansions of their lungs—slow, satisfied smiles curving their swollen lips.

  “I’ll—I’ll beg for that anytime,” Té wheezed over their panting breaths, and his chest shook with laughter against her back, their flesh slick, front and back glued helplessly together with sweat, his cock still packed up tight inside the warm clench of her body.

  Kieran pressed his lips to the raw wound of his bite, laving it slowly with his tongue, his heart so full he didn’t know how it kept from shattering. “So long as you’re only beggin’ me,” he growled playfully, giving her a gentle nudge that sent nerve endings in a sudden rush of sensation that left her gasping. “I’m afraid I’m going to be as possessive of this little hole as I am of the other two.”

  A soft, satisfied sigh met his ears. “I’ll keep that in mind, gorgeous.”

  He nipped softly at her earlobe, tugging purposefully at her clit, confident in the bonds that now held them together. “See that you do, angel. See that you do.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  When Té came back from freshening up in the bathroom, after Kieran had taken his own turn, she found him propped up against the heavy mahogany of his headboard. He had several fluffy, white down pillows stuffed behind his back, one knee bent, cock hard and deliciously thick, rising as proud as the ancient oak standing just outside the bedroom window. The heavy curtains had been pulled back, allowing brilliant splashes of late afternoon sunlight to stream in through the white gauze of the inner curtains, painting his magnificent body with an incandescent light.

  Rays of soft, shimmering gold bathed his dark skin, giving life to all the vivid details of his long body, so breathtaking it looked as if he actu
ally glowed with heat. He lay there like a Renaissance masterpiece, something too beautiful for words—as if they’d captured an ancient warrior in a sensual moment of repose. The soft light lay achingly…breathtakingly erotic across the masculine lines of his body, giving life to each separate perfection. Té drank him in with her hungry eyes, feeling drunk from the wealth of beauty he so effortlessly presented.

  And yet, he was too wonderfully rugged…too dangerous…to ever be called pretty. Beautiful, yes—but pretty was too delicate a word to describe the dark skin stretched taut across the corded muscles and long, powerful bones. The mapping of scars across his arms, legs, and even torso spoke of his life as a soldier. And yet, they only added to the masterpiece, rather than detracted.

  She wanted hours, days…even years to explore all that strong, rugged, masculine terrain. She wanted to run her small palms over the heady power of his biceps, trail them down the lean sides of his torso, then settle them into the twin shallows at his hips and pelvis. Wanted to explore lower, across the long length of bulging thigh, strong shin, down to those big, hair-sprinkled feet. Wanted time to explore the jagged scar on his left kneecap, the dark, silky hairs of his powerful legs, working her way back up to that mouthwatering cock.

  She tilted her head as she gave her total concentration to his magnificent erection, knowing that on most men it would have seemed extreme. But on Kieran’s long, masculine form it was a perfect fit—the ultimate crowning perfection. Thick, dark, and long, jerking slightly beneath her avid attention as she hungrily stared, curving up and across the ripped expanse of his abdomen.

  His eyes followed her with an equally hungry intent as she walked to him, for once in her life utterly comfortable in her nudity, her breasts swaying, nipples puffy and hard, cresting before her. When she reached the foot of the bed, she crawled up between his strong legs, eyeing the beautiful bulge of his balls beneath the stiff column of his purple-headed cock. Her eyes explored from there, drinking him in, until they reached the ebony brilliance of his long, devilish mane. “I love your hair,” she murmured, her voice husky from all the cries of pleasure she’d sobbed throughout the long day. “It’s so sinful and dark. So black it’s almost blue. Beautiful.”