by Emma Dawn
Sharing . . .they were talking about . . .just like Ally had with her vampire men . . .me . . .in the middle of four men.
Every muscle in me tightened including my pussy which all but leapt with joy at the idea of being fucked over and over. “But I sent them away.”
“They’ll come back, Dominique. They know you have reason to be angry. We all understand.” He shrugged.
I ran a hand down the side of his face. “So calm now, all that anger is gone. Why?”
He put his hand over mine. “The only reason I can be this mellow is that the binding is gone. We all deal with our bindings differently.”
I quirked an eyebrow up. “The binding made you miserable?”
He nodded. “Yes. I don’t hide my emotions well, for good or ill. I am something of an open book.”
I tightened my arms around his neck. “Okay, one more thing then I will consider bringing the other three back. Let’s deal with the scars on my body and the possibility that they could be from some sort of magic. Because that can’t be a coincidence if they are, right?” I took a breath and quickly told him about the night I couldn’t remember and how I’d woken covered in blood but the wounds were mostly healed. How the hospital and police thought I’d done it to myself. How I’d been stuffed into a therapist’s office and she’d given me Prozalin to keep the delusions from me.
“Which is why I never told Ally. Rose knew, but even she was not convinced. She thought someone had done it, and that I’d let them, and eventually she thought that the therapist was right. But I’ve never been into pain or even tattoos or anything like that. And I wasn’t drunk. The hospital confirmed that when they tested my blood. I didn’t have a drop of alcohol in my blood and to be passed out enough to allow this to be done to me, I would have had to be tanked.”
“Let me see them,” the concern in his voice gave me some bravery. First time with lights on for the scars that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and that had scared away more than one man were about to be shown to a man that I suspected I might fall in love with. Not that I was in love with him now, that was crazy town. But…there was definitely something there that I didn’t want to ruin.
“You’re stalling,” Corbin said.
Without another word, I swept my shirt up and off leaving me in nothing but a lacy bra. “The scars. Do they look like something to you?”
His hands came up my arms and I watched his eyes as they traced the scars with his eyes. “They are. . .symbols. Our symbols, yes, I recognize them. And you remember nothing?” He was so careful with his touch, it was both ticklish and tantalizing at the same time.
My heart began to hammer. “And the ones on my back?” I shifted so I could turn, offering him my back, my butt jammed against his rather hard and it was hard not to notice cock. His fingers were so gentle on my back, I could barely believe it was the same man who’d been glowering at me for the last year. My lips twitched at the contradiction.
“Yes, more of our symbols. These are ... it looks like someone is trying to open you up,” he said softly. “But that is why we are here, that is why the oracle sent us, so this makes no sense. You recall nothing of that night? Not a glimmer of color or a smell of something?”
I frowned, thinking back to the night. “I barely recall the earlier evening with Rose. We danced and we were drinking some sort of punch that was on special that night. It was the best thing I’d ever drank. It tasted like cranberries but even that wasn’t quite right, it was tart and sour and sweet all at once and I couldn’t get enough of it.”
“Shit,” he grumbled and shook his head. “Call the others back. I think we need to discuss just what is going on.”
“Wait, do you think there was something with the drink that knocked me out?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure. But it’s a strong possibility that you were drugged with something called kortine. It’s a powerful sedative and it has a tang like cranberries. Did anything like this happen to Rose? Did she lose the night, too?”
I frowned, thinking over the night in question several times before I answered. “No, I’m sure she was fine. She said went home after dancing the rest of the night away. She said she thought it was odd that I left early, and she tried to go with me but I shouted at her to leave me alone. That’s not like me. Rose and I never fight.” I turned so we faced each other again, and rubbed a finger along the scars on my collarbone.
Corbin’s eyes followed the movement, dilating like a hunting cat. I swallowed hard, the air between us suddenly heavy and . . .filled with anticipation.
His eyes slowly raised to mine. “I think you should call the others back. We each have a specialty. Diego’s specialty is in glyphs like this. I can read them but . . .he can put meaning to how they are placed, how deep the cuts are, even the date and time that they were etched into your skin and how they relate to the situation.”
I bit my lower lip. “But we don’t have to bring them in right now, do we? Is there a rush?”
I flicked my eyes so I looked up at him from under my lashes.
He leaned forward, his hands raising to cup my face. “Dominique, this is important that we figure out what happened to you. In order to keep you safe.”
The skin on skin contact tingled over my nerve endings and fuzzed my mind, leaving only instinct and desire. “I think this is important, too,” I whispered. “I think part of figuring this out is understanding this connection. And maybe, just maybe, I realize that life is short so we take what we can when we have the chance. I learned that when my parents died. You never know when you’ll lose someone you love.” Shit, love, I’d used the L word. But he didn’t seem to take note.
He groaned softly and then shook his head. “I, we, shouldn’t. We should call them back.”
I smiled up at him, a part of my brain shocked at the boldness. Even for me, it was wild. “Tell me the truth. Do you want to fuck me, Corbin?”
Another low groan and his hands skimmed along my shoulders and then back up to my face. “Yes, a thousand times yes.”
“And what’s it going to take, an hour? Two? Surely, they could wait that long. Hell, I bet we could have an amazing romp in thirty minutes if we worked at it,” I whispered the words, some sort of strange power taking hold of me. Magic? Maybe, or maybe it was just like Sterling, Corbin saw through the scars. They didn’t bother him and that let me be the girl I was before them.
“Are you sure?” He shifted so we were closer, our faces a mere inch apart. “You’re right. There could be magic in this joining, and it is why we are here.”
“You’re here just to sleep with me?” I laughed softly and he smiled.
“Long and short, yes.” He leaned in so our lips brushed. Only he didn’t kiss me, he flicked his tongue out and danced it across my lips as if he were tasting me. I sucked in a sharp breath that lifted my breasts, my nipples tightening with what was coming.
“Please, don’t make me beg,” I whispered and then I grinned. “Unless you want me on my knees?”
Chapter 7
Corbin groaned and slid his arms around me, tugging me tightly to his chest as his lips caressed mine. Our breath mingled, in and out, as I fought to get closer to him, fought to feel all of him. Here in the maroon bedroom of my sister’s home, we were on our knees, as if we’d been playing spin the bottle.
“I’ll have you on your knees later,” he murmured between kisses.
“To be fair, I’m on my knees now. But I catch your drift,” I breathed back, my pussy tightening and flexing at the very thought of being on my knees with his cock in my mouth and his hands tangled in my hair urging me faster, faster. I whimpered with the images flashing through my mind, ramping up my need for him another notch.
My whole life, I’d felt like the relationships I were in were only partially right, as if they were missing something vital. Some of the men I’d dated had been sweet, handsome, good enough men, but there was always this feeling of not quite right even with them.
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sp; Was it because I needed more than one man to fill the empty places in my life? More than one to meet every need I had that a single man could never possibly begin to meet? Hell, what if I was meant to be delusional and live in la-la land? Who wouldn’t give up reality to have a fantasy come to life? Not me, apparently.
I kissed my way from his mouth along his jaw line to his ear, and nipped at the lobe. He moaned and his one hand tightened on my ass cheek through the thin jogging pants, drawing me to him so that I was on his lap straddling him, crushing me against his hardness. I wriggled with delight on him, relishing in the noises we both made. Wanting more from him than I’d ever wanted from any other partner apart from Sterling. I pushed thoughts of Sterling away. Corbin was who I was with right now, and I wanted to enjoy it.
Corbin slid his hands down and inside the back of my loose jogging pants, his fingers caressing along the line of my ass, sliding between the cheeks and then wrapping around the curve, following it to my pussy.
“Oh, goddess, you are so wet.” His words were a rumble over my skin. He dipped one big finger into me, and I squirmed hard trying to take him in deeper.
“More, Corbin, please.”
“With pleasure.” He spoke against my lips, taking my mouth in a deep kiss as he slipped a second finger into my pussy.
I moaned against his mouth, bit at his bottom lip and moved my hips in a time old rhythm in an effort to find that pleasure-filled hill I wanted so desperately to climb with him. “Corbin,” I moaned.
“Trust me. I’ve done this a time or two.” He nipped at my lips and I found myself laughing which. . .was so strange. To be laughing with a man in the middle of sex without killing the growing flames of desire?
He slid his hand out and I pouted. “I liked that.”
“I’m not done, wicked woman,” he rumbled as he slid his hand down the front of my joggers and ran his fingers through the folds of my pussy, then dipped them back into my moist center. I sucked in a sharp breath that turned into a groan as he twisted his wrist, his fingers turning so they both rested on my G-spot.
“Cocky much? That’s no easy feat,” I said softly.
“Talented, I am.” He winked as he started to stroke the pads of his fingers against the spot. He was cocky, I had to give him that if he thought he could bring me to an orgasm with a G-spot touch only, no nipple or clit stimulat—
“Oh!” I arched against him and caught a glimmer of black sparkles along his arm and I had no doubt he was using his magic to his advantage as the pulse and push of energy thrummed against that devilishly difficult to come spot. Oh, hell yeah, this was worth every delusion, this was worth giving up the real world.
“Better?” He arched an eyebrow but I couldn’t answer. I was holding my breath and focusing on the sensations slowly building through my lower body. Filling with pleasure, that was the only thing I could think, that my body was a vessel for pleasure and I was going to spill over with it. Like the swelling of a river’s banks as the floodwaters rushed from the mountains, the pressure mounted, pushing my body into a zone I’d never felt. My breath came in uncontrollable gasps as if I were in that water, buried under the surface of it, and that freaked me out.
The second the fear danced through me, Corbin’s mouth was on mine as if he’d seen it in my eyes and the fear was gone. He would keep me safe, no matter if it was pleasure or danger I faced and I relaxed into his hands, not caring that I was now stretched out with him on the floor, his fingers deep inside of me coaxing toward an orgasm I’d never known existed. I mean on paper, sure.
But in reality, never.
The pressure in my lower body trembled, as if on the cusp of the river banks and there was a moment where the world seemed to slow and paused and that was when Corbin dropped his mouth to my left nipple and tugged at it with his teeth as his fingers gave a firm stroke, pressing hard against my spot.
The river banks exploded, the pleasure spilling over the edges in a rush that ripped through my limbs, leaving me dangling, floating on the surface of the water unable to do anything but ride it out. My body bucked and writhed as I fought to take his fingers deeper.
“Corbin, in me now!” I tried to yell at him, but I have no idea how loud or quiet I was, only that he heard me.
How did I know?
My jogging pants disappeared with a flash of glimmering black magic. Every place the sparkles touched, my skin pebbled and tightened. I groaned as he laid me out on the floor. “Not fair,” I breathed as he lowered his body over mine.
He froze. “Do you want me to stop?”
I reached for him, drawing him to me in a silent answer. I didn’t have the breath to explain where my thoughts had gone. That it wasn’t fair he had this power, this magic that could make me come harder and deeper than ever before when I had no such ability. I couldn’t reciprocate and that seemed unfair. I wanted to make him writhe, to make him feel as though his skin would explode with pleasure—
My thought derailed as the tip of his cock pressed against my warm, wet center. I wrapped my legs around his hips and dragged him into me. I was done going slow. I wanted him now, I wanted to be good and royally fucked until my body felt like it was made of nothing but dancing atoms held together—but barely.
“All of that, huh?” he whispered in my ear and I didn’t care that I’d been speaking out loud.
“Fuck me, Corbin, take me over that edge again.” I bit the top of his ear, let go and turned his face so I could kiss him.
He pushed into me with a single thrust that had my whole body dancing upward, welcoming him into me. Tiny whimpers escaped me as he began to move, thrusting in and out, driving in hard with each pulse, sliding out to the very tip of his cock and then slamming home all the way to his balls.
“Yes, please, yes.” I rubbed my face against the stubble of his cheek, loving the scratch and tug of it on my skin, the juxtaposition of the rough on my face and the slippery wet warmth between my legs, the heat of his chest against mine, the strength of his hands as they held mine above my head, pinning me to the floor.
All of it curled around me, arousing me like never before.
He shifted his hips. “Goddess, Dominique, you are a goddess.”
I bit my lower lip, feeling a strange onslaught of tears because the words were too pretty for a woman with scars like mine. Corbin’s mouth moved to my cheeks, kissing them away, but never slowing the movement of his body. Pleasure, desire, and a sense of connection so strong I was sure I would never feel this with someone ever again, washed over me, and right on the heels came the orgasm I never saw coming.
One second I was climbing the pleasure train with him, my body humming along, and the next, my legs were swept out from under me and I crashed into the orgasm, as if falling from the sky, dropped through a wave of ecstasy that I had never experienced.
My pussy clenched over and over on his cock, the pulsing in the center of me beating in time with the rapid pace of my heart. I clung to Corbin, to his shoulders as I struggled to come down from the high he’d taken me to.
“You okay?” He kissed me gently, tender beyond words as his eyes swept over my face as if looking for wounds.
“More than okay,” I whispered back. “I’m sorry about the tears.”
“Don’t be sorry, but tell me what I did wrong, so I can avoid it next time.” He rolled to his back, taking me with him. I sprawled over his upper body, my limbs nothing more than limp noodles. They were the only limp noodles, too, if the cock between my legs was any indication of Corbin’s continued desire. Or maybe . . .
“Did you come?” Horror washed through me. What if he hadn’t? Did that mean I was bad in the sack, or maybe he wasn’t turned on by me?
He laughed softly. “Yeah.”
My jaw dropped. “Wait, what? How is that possible?”
“Warlocks are special. We don’t have a long wait time between sessions.” He winked at me and grabbed my hips, adjusting them a little, allowing me to feel the pressure of his still rock h
ard member still inside me.
Oh . . . God. A wicked smile slid over my face. “Wow, now that’s an unexpected bonus.”
He winked again. “You better believe it, sweet cheeks.” He slapped my ass lightly and I squirmed and then blushed. Corbin’s eyebrows went up.
“You like it rough?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. And as much as I’d like to explore that with you, I think we need to figure out a few things. Like just what is going on with these scars.” I sat up which meant I was riding him. I put my hands against his chest and struggled to get my breathing straight. I should just pull right off him, should get dressed, and call the other three men so we could figure this out.
Except Corbin felt so damn good inside me. Breathing slowly, I rode him up and down once, twice, three times. He put his hands on my hips, slowing me. “Dominique, you have to stop.”
I nodded. “You’re right.” I slid off him, hurt feelings following me like some sort of ridiculous shadow. The past had swept up around me and caught me off guard. A past I didn’t like to relive, a past I thought I’d left behind.
I stood and hurried to the ensuite, shutting the door behind me. “Call the others. I’m just going to get cleaned up.”
I leaned against the door trying to figure out why I was upset. I closed my eyes.
Because he’d turned me down, made me stop. As if he didn’t really want me and that was the core of my issues. I pressed the heel of my hands into my eyes as a soft knock came on the door.
“Dominique,” Corbin said my name softly. “I know you are upset. Tell me why.”
In the past, I would have said it was nothing. I would have said it was silly and I was just being hormonal.
Not anymore. I turned and whipped the door open. Corbin stood there buck naked, muscles glowing with a sheen of sweat, every inch of him a girl’s wet dream.
