Chapter 13

Chapter

Thirteen

Rose

Watching him nearly choke on his smart tongue was enough to make me forget everything else but this desire coursing through me. I was over the poisoning incident and so should he be. It was an accident. How many ways could I explain that to him? Or apologize for it?

It was never going to happen again. And while I hadn't shared all my findings with him, I had a feeling that the negative effects of the poison would soon be gone. I'd run two timed tests on his blood about six hours apart and I could already see it dissipating.

Besides, we didn't need trust to have sex. But this feeling...this almost fiery ache for him. It was like a constant burn under my skin and it seemed to be growing. If I didn’t do something about it I might go crazy.

"You don't suffer from shyness, do you?" he asked, a slight tinge of humor spicing his words.

"I learned a long time ago that not asking for what I needed was a mistake. And as I said before, although it probably bears repeating, I am not one for subtlety. Besides, I'm pretty sure this is your fault." I huffed a sigh and attempted to roll away from him. A move he didn't allow, tightening his arm around my torso and using it to haul me across his chest.

"My fault? How in the world could you come to that conclusion? You kidnapped me , brought me to your lair in the middle of nowhere, and are now demanding sex."

My mouth dropped open at his assessment. My mind raced around his words, computing all the facts.

Oh. My. God. He was technically right. I renewed my struggle against his hold, trying to break free and put some space between us. What on earth was wrong with me? I couldn't seem to breathe let alone think right around him. This man with the unusual blood was going to ruin me and I couldn't seem to stop myself. Mortification heated my face.

Dammit.

I looked up at him ready to face the music of my actions to find him grinning down at me. "Just kidding." He chuckled, a deep sound that reverberated through the room. “I mean, you did do those things, and we are in your lair, but I’m as far from innocent as one can get.”

"Seriously?" I asked. "My lair? What is this? Some kind of medieval fantasy you've got cooked up in your head?" He may have been joking, but I was still embarrassed as hell. Now what? How could I extricate myself from this situation? Before I could come up with a plan, he shifted, and that little slide against me sent a shiver racing down my spine. Something I couldn't hide if I tried.

Oh. My. God.

"I'd say we're both pretty serious about this." The words rumbled through his chest as heat shot through to my core. I couldn't lie. All jokes aside. Having him here like this was a losing battle.

"That doesn't make it smart," I managed through clenched teeth as I used every ounce of strength to keep myself from doing something ridiculous like reaching up to lick the side of his face. I groaned at the thought. Was it too much to ask to behave like a normal human being?

Although if he wasn't human...

"Smart is relative is it not?"

"What?" I'd already lost my train of thought and wasn't following our conversation. My skin prickled and I needed to do something about it.

It was pretty clear the only way to make this go away was to leave the room. Get away from him. Far away from him. As in right now.

I didn’t move.

“Your pupils are dilated,” he observed, using his hand to cup my chin and pull us closer so he could get a better look.

I swallowed hard, trying to think of anything other than the slash of his mouth and how it would feel against my heated skin…

“Dammit.” I gulped for air that refused to fill my lungs.

“What?” He asked, his eyes widening.

Screw it. If he didn’t want this as bad as I did then he would have to say so. He was more than capable.

“You can stop me. Just say no.” It was the last thing I said before I shoved him back against the bed and climbed on top of him.

His expression didn’t change except for a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth. Nor did he say anything.

It was all the encouragement I needed. I slammed my lips against his, attacking his mouth with all the pent-up stress from the day, as well as the desire I couldn't hold back and then some.

And it was a lot.

Or so I thought.

But it was the taste of him, the heat of his mouth, the texture of his tongue when it slid against mine that fully robbed me of control and sent me careening into madness.

I immediately and simultaneously wanted to pull away and go deeper.

In that moment I was willing to do anything for more.

His hands were at my hips, guiding me as I rocked back and forth on top of him. His touch alone sent sparks of pleasure through my center, making it impossible to hold back my moan.

Magnus leaned in and captured my mouth with his, the faint taste of smoke lingering on his tongue. That kiss demanded everything, and I greedily gave into the irresistible temptation of the pleasure he promised with his mouth. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. The roughness of his calloused fingers against my skin sent shivers down my spine.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and began unbuttoning, slowly revealing the hard planes of his chest. Eagerly, I ran my hands over him, feeling the defined ridges of his muscles and the warmth of his body under my fingertips. Magnus groaned, breaking our kiss, and I felt his arousal growing beneath me.

“You are a dangerous woman,” he growled as he reached up and cupped my lace covered breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, teasing them. I threw my head back as another moan escaped me, and Magnus let out a low, resonant laugh.

“Not dangerous. Determined.”

He leaned in, his lips beginning to trace a path down my neck, the coarseness of his stubble grazing my skin. Another shiver ran down my spine, and I arched my back, pressing myself more firmly against him.

With the heat of his hand working its magic, his fingers danced across my skin, caressing every curve. I lifted my head and met his gaze, staring into the mesmerizing green of his eyes as his hand slid lower, between my legs until he found the most sensitive spot to touch. I gasped as my body clenched with need, drenching his hand with the proof of my desire. I might have been mortified if it didn’t feel so good…

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, using the moisture to increase the friction. “You’re wet for me and it’s perfection.”

The tension in my belly coiled tight, until the pressure felt like too much. The steady rhythm of his fingers pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Not even my embarrassment could stop me now. Soft moans of ecstasy slipped from my throat, and Magnus leaned in close, his lips brushing my sensitive ear as he whispered, "I want to feel you come, Rose."

At first I nodded, unable to speak, but the sensation of his cock swelling much larger than I expected forced me to talk.

“You too,” I gasped. “I want to?—”

“Do it. Pull my cock out and look. It’s time you see for yourself how different I am from your human males.”

His words nearly sent me over the edge. I bit back a scream as I realized how close I already was. Too close. I had to stop.

Instead, I reached down and unzipped his pants, pushing the soft fabric out of my way until my hand met hot-as-fire flesh. His eyes widened, and a tight smile crept across his face.

“Think you can handle it?”

His question may have been sarcastic, but the choked sound of his voice made it come across completely different.

I ignored his question and looked down where my hands were working to free him. “Commando. Why am I not surprised?”

But my laughter died the second I got a good look. I suddenly had to work to draw in enough oxygen. He was much MUCH bigger than I’d thought. In fact, there was no way my fingers were going to fully wrap around?—

“What is that?” There were small protrusions along the underside, and when I swiped my thumb along them, they were firm but flexible.

“Ridges,” he grunted, barely getting the word out.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Mesmerized, I continued to run my thumb up and down them.

“I would hope not.” His voice sounded strained. “They are part of the dragon.”

Thinking of my sanity, I started to ask more questions, but his own fingers went back to work across my tender flesh, making me gasp again.

“Not fair,” I said, grinding against the pressure.

“You underestimate my depravity. Fair is irrelevant now. Watching you fly is going to be beautiful and I want it now.”

He got his wish. One more brush, and I screamed, writhing helplessly as my body shook with my orgasm.

His hands grabbed my hips and then it was his cock pressing fully against me, not his fingers. Those ridges were magic as they rubbed against me, drawing what felt like a never-ending release from me.

By the time the shudders ended, it was only his grip on my arms still holding me up.

“I need to be inside you,” he groaned as he rolled us over, putting me on my back underneath him.

Hearing that made me smile. I hooked my arms around his neck and drew him down for a slow, burning kiss. He was really good at that, and I didn’t want it to stop.

We tangled like that for a while, and I soaked up every second of it, until he broke the kiss and pulled back, looking down at me with a serious expression. “There’s more than ridges to my cock that you need to know about.” He pulled one of my hands from his neck, pushed it between us, and wrapped it around him.

“I’ve already surmised you are quite large.” I bit my lips to keep a straight face as well as hide the slight embarrassment I was feeling. “Are you afraid it won’t fit?”

He chuckled. “Trust me, there’s more you want to know. Slide your hand down to the bottom.”

I stared into his amused expression and read the determination there as well. With more than a little trepidation, I did as he asked and moved my hand as directed.

I was so caught up in how warm and hard he was in my hand I almost didn’t realize what was happening, until my fingers parted farther and I couldn’t tighten them. Instead, he swelled more under my palm.

“What is--?”

“My knot,” he said on a pant. “It’s going to grow larger and lock us together when I come.”

“Wait.” I stilled my hand. “What?”

“Rose.” The rough groan of my name from him slid down my spine and slammed into my core, undoing me. Whatever explanation he could give me, I no longer cared. The ragged desire he expressed triggered something else. I had to have him inside me.

“Magnus,” I whimpered. “Please.” If he told me now that we weren’t compatible, I was going to die, or maybe kill him. “I need you.” Screw incompatibility. Fate could not be that cruel to me right now. Driven by instinct, I gripped him tighter and guided him to my opening. “Now.”

I could feel his warmth radiating against me, a heat so primal it consumed all my rational thoughts. All I could think about was him—about that insatiable need sparking between us and demanding to be satisfied.

As I positioned him at my entrance, my pulse raced wildly, and every breath I took felt like a spark, ready to ignite and explode.

“Rose,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble of pure desire. Just hearing him say my name in that tone made my heart pound even faster. “Are you sure?”

I nodded because there was no need for words. The tension between us spoke volumes. I wanted him—all of him. Whatever doubts I had been nursing before melted away, leaving only the raw desire that seemed to consume us both.

“Please,” I pleaded, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I pressed my hips forward, yearning to feel him stretch and fill me. “I need to feel you. Now.”

With a fierce intensity that stole my breath, he surged forward, entering me in one powerful motion. The sensation was overwhelming—a rush of ecstasy and fullness that made me cry out sharply. It felt surreal, as if I was stepping across a threshold into something new and unexpected and wholly decadent.

“Goddess above and below,” he groaned, his grip tightening around my waist as he buried himself to the hilt. His eyes darkened with pure pleasure that matched exactly how I felt. It was wild, and rough, and more than I’d ever imagined. Yet, I felt something more, inexplicably simmering just beneath the surface. “You feel so damn good, Rose.” He shuddered. “Fucking tight.”

He expanded inside me, each thick inch making me gasp and squirm. The stretch was deliciously torturous, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. I was on fire, burning from the inside out. “More,” I gasped, losing control quicker than seemed possible.

With a hungry growl, Magnus began to move, slowly at first, giving me a chance to adjust to his size. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure spiraling outward, tightening my core and making my breath catch.

“Yes. More,” I urged, meeting his relentless thrusts with my own. “Harder, Magnus. You don’t have to hold back.”

With a fierce snarl, he responded. The bed creaked beneath us as he picked up the pace, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. I was aware of very little beyond the pleasure and the raw, animalistic lust that had us both in its thrall.

His eyes narrowed, almost glowing with a fiery intensity, as he leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. The possessive intensity of his mouth sent fresh waves of desire crashing through me, and I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, keeping him close as I reveled in the feel of him moving within me.

Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at me. “Fuck, Rose, you feel—amazing,” he growled, his voice thick and sexy. “I can’t get enough.”

“Then don’t hold back,” I challenged again, my voice hoarse with need. “Take what you want from me.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m okay. More than okay. Trust that I will tell you if there’s a problem.” Although I imagined nothing but more decadence.

Magnus claimed my mouth in another soul-stealing kiss, dominating my thoughts. His hands roamed my body, mapping every curve, every inch of my skin that made him groan. And the pure, raw power of his touch consumed me. The roughness of his hands, and the velvety smoothness of his tongue as it clashed with mine.

The world beyond this room ceased to exist. There was only him and me, locked in this fiery encounter I instinctually knew would consume us both until we were satiated.

And yet, something deeper still burned inside me. A connection unlike anything I had ever experienced before?—

Something I couldn’t quite reach…

“Rose,” he growled, his voice hoarse as he withdrew and surged back into me with relentless force. “I’m close. Are you there?”

“Yes,” I panted, my body tightening around him as my back arched. I didn’t think I could stop it if I tried. “Oh Goddess, yes. I’m with you.”

I no sooner got the words out than I screamed his name as my body shattered into a million pieces, pleasure ripping through me in an unrelentless wave. Magnus roared, his body tensing as he thrust deep, filling me with his warmth.

His knot swelled inside me, pulsing with every beat of his heart. Stealing my breath. My rational mind.

We stayed like that for what could have been an eternity or a few minutes, as the waves of pleasure kept coming and I savored the feeling of being connected to him.

Eventually, the wild need ebbed, and we laid entwined, our breaths coming in heavy gasps. Our hearts pounded against each other, the beat seeming to sync as one. The silence that stretched between us spoke volumes—an unspoken acknowledgment that we had just shared something profound and intense.

He pulled away slightly, and I thought I saw a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes before he masked it. “That was...” he began but seemed at a loss for words.

I smiled, my fingers tracing patterns on his broad chest. “I know,” I whispered, feeling a connection to him that I couldn’t describe. “It was incredible.”

His darkened eyes met mine. “Aye, that it was,” he agreed, his voice gravelly. “But I hope you know this isn’t over, little wildflower. Not by a long shot.”

My heartrate quickened at the promise laced in his words, but I held his gaze, unwilling to back down. “Then I suppose we’ll just have to do it again,” I challenged, my voice almost steady despite the trepidation coursing through me.

After all, there were some pretty big issues I’d cast aside for this and I had no idea what the future held, but if I was honest, I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in him again and again.