6

IVY

A SWELL of magic crashed through me as I finished packing my clothes away. The anticipation for our departure, mixed with the anxiety of leaving, created a dangerous level of magic within me that wanted out.

Whoever thought I’d be fine with three mates anchoring me was totally wrong. I supposed it had lasted long enough, but now it reared its head, reminding me that even with my mates, my power would always be dangerous. A force worth fearing, if I’d learned anything the last couple of days in the apartment.

I had the power of a Goddess stored within me, and it was dangerous. A ticking bomb.

I sighed and shook my head, taking the last of my clothes and shoving them into my duffel. I had what I needed for the next day already laid out, but even with this level of preparedness, I still couldn’t shake my anxiety.

The door opened, and I turned to find my mate standing in the doorway, a soft smile playing at his lips. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, cocking his head. Golden hair swooped over his forehead, curls bouncing with each movement.

“You okay, Sweetheart?” he asked, his voice sincere. He prodded the bond, but I threw up one of the shields I’d been practising with Hawk and smiled when his eyes narrowed. “Sneaky.”

I shrugged. “Good practice, I guess.”

Adrian pushed off the doorway and stalked towards me, his presence invading every part of me. His scent filled my nose, and I breathed him in, like it might be the last time I’d get the chance.

He stopped and grabbed my hip. The heat of his skin burned through my jeans and sweatshirt, scorching the flesh of my stomach beneath. Desire flooded me; something as simple as a touch, and I was needy and aroused, desperate for more of him.

I partly wanted to blame Elias for working me up after that video call, but it wasn’t all him.

It was my power, yearning for our mate.

I sucked in a shuddering breath as Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Are you struggling with your magic?” he asked, cocking his head.

“Yes,” I whispered, swallowing thickly as his eyes traced the length of my face, falling to my lips. His own lips parted as he pulled me into his body; he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, trapping me against him.

My heart stuttered and swelled as he lowered his face to mine. “I think I know how to fix that.”

I sent him a yes down the bond, voice failing me, and closed my eyes as he melded his lips to mine. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet, and there was nothing slow about it. Heat flooded through me as he kissed me with an urgency that swept me past the anxiety and into a land of pleasure. His tongue swept over my bottom lip and into my mouth, greedy and intoxicating, and I gave him entrance without a thought.

With his arms still wrapped around me, Adrian lowered me down onto the bed, pushing the duffel bag off as he did. The crash of the bag barely pulled me out of the moment, though anything short of an emergency would.

“I’ve been wanting to taste you again since we bonded, Sweetheart,” Adrian roughly said, causing me to shudder. My pussy clenched at the promise in his words, and my eyes slipped shut.

The magic and I were too far gone, my desire too powerful to ignore. I wanted—no, needed—my mate. I needed his hands on my body, to feel the intimate connection between us born of this bond between us.

Adrian scraped his teeth over my bottom lip before feathering kisses down my chin, to the soft flesh behind my ear. A moan lodged in my throat as he followed the path of my throat down to my collarbone.

My breaths turned rapid, my gaze hazy, heart crashing against my ribs. “Adrian,” I breathed. “Please.”

He chuckled, hands skimming my thighs, so close to where I wanted to feel him. My mind went back to when he’d first fucked me with his mouth; his tongue circling my clit, fingers pumping into me, the power of the climax that washed over me.

Adrian kissed my throat again before taking my sweatshirt off with his magic. My nipples tightened against the cool air of the apartment, and my skin puckered under his intense gaze. I watched as his lips skimmed over my heavy breasts, down to the silvery pink of my stretch marks tattooing my skin.

“I’m going to make you come with my mouth,” he promised, darkened eyes finding mine. “And then I’m going to make you come on my cock. Think you can handle that, Sweetheart?”

I nodded, shivering as my jeans disappeared, leaving me in my wet panties. Adrian’s eyes drifted down my body before resting on my thighs. He didn’t take the panties off, though, and instead carried on his exploration of my body, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses down my chest and over the rolls of my stomach, sliding down the bed until he was on his knees. The usual shyness I would feel was gone, locked away somewhere I couldn’t reach. I felt desired and wanted and so much more; it crashed into me like a storm, a tidal wave of unfiltered emotion.

Good, Adrian said through the bond, biting down gently on the inside of my thigh. I’m glad you’re finally feeling what I feel.

His eyes met mine, and I gently ran a hand through his now tousled hair. “My Prince Charming.”

His grin made my stomach tighten. I pressed my thighs together as he traced his thumb over my panties.

“You’re soaking wet,” he murmured, pressing his thumb a little harder against my clit. My thighs parted instinctively, allowing him better access to my throbbing pussy. “You want me to taste you, don’t you?”

I inhaled sharply and nodded. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He grasped my hips and pulled me down the bed, hooking my knees over his shoulders until my pussy was in his face. Heat warmed my cheeks as he kissed the inside of my thigh.

The panties disappeared, leaving me bare to the chilly room and his mouth. Adrian glanced up, a wicked glint in his green eyes. “I can’t wait to hear you scream my name again.”

I gasped as his mouth descended on my core, tongue lapping at my arousal and teasing my entrance. A low groan fell from my lips. I arched into him, pushing my pussy into his perfect mouth, demanding more.

His tongue circled my throbbing clit, before pulling the nub into his mouth. I bit down on my bottom lip to contain my gasp. Blood roared in my ears, pressure building in the pit of my stomach. Adrian slipped a finger inside me, pumping it slowly in and out, adding another. The steady rhythm of his thrusts, paired with the exploration of his tongue, overwhelmed all my senses. There was a dull ringing in my ears as his voice filtered down the bond.

You taste so fucking good, Sweetheart, he said, pupils blown. I could stay down here for days.

Warmth flooded me as my hips rocked to each swipe of his tongue. I wasn’t sure if I could even form a coherent reply with my climax building. Pressure continued to build, the wet sounds of my arousal wanton and dirty as it filled the air. But there was nothing messy about the way Adrian continued to eat me out, or how he fucked me thoroughly with his fingers.

My magic wanted to respond, wanted to give him his pleasure too. But he held me there, one arm clasped around my thigh, the other still dragging me closer to my finish.

I ran a hand through his hair and pushed his curls away from his forehead. He didn’t seem to be paying attention though, so wrapped up in my pleasure.

Are you going to finish on my face, Sweetheart? he asked, sucking my clit into his mouth and scraping his teeth over it. I gasped, the sensitivity overwhelming. Without answering, I came on another hard thrust of his fingers.

“Fuck,” I cried, arching into his mouth, pushing myself further into his mouth.

So good, he praised. Perfect. Come now, Ivy. Give me all of it.

My legs trembled as Adrian coached me silently through the climax, soft praises coming down our bond. My chest rose and fell with harsh breaths as Adrian kissed his way up my body, rising to hover over me. A wicked smile played at his lips, chin wet with my release. At the sight, my cheeks burned, and I gently swiped my thumb over his swollen bottom lip.

“How are you feeling?” Adrian asked.

I released a slow breath, his words a weight on my chest. My magic had gone quiet once again, but I didn’t feel spent or tired. There was a different kind of energy burning through me.

“I feel like I’ve been...re-energised,” I replied, shifting beneath him and locking a leg around his waist. His eyes widened slightly, pupils still blown, and I offered him a smile. “I certainly feel better than I did before.”

He descended on me with a passionate kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue as he swept it over my bottom lip, and I gladly gave him entrance to my mouth. His shirt disappeared, joining my clothing somewhere else in the bedroom, and so did his pants when his tongue battled with mine.

I hooked another leg around his waist, pulling him flush against me. Are you feeling up to more? I asked down the bond.

His cock twitched against my lower stomach, hot and heavy against my flesh. The answer is always yes, Sweetheart .

A warm feeling blossomed in my chest as he pulled away and aligned himself with my opening. Pink highlighted his cheekbones, and he bit down on his bottom lip as he inched himself into me.

I stifled a gasp, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair. “Adrian!”

On a groan, he sunk into me. “Fuck, Ivy.”

It didn’t take long for me to adjust to his size; I clamped around him, and his responding moan made me confident. I rocked my hips up into him, grinding in slow circles.

“Are you having fun there, Sweetheart?” he gritted out, dark eyes meeting mine. “Because if you keep at it, I’m going to lose all control. I’ll come now and won’t stop until there’s a baby inside you, and even then, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep myself away from you.”

His words burned like fire through me, the promise almost too much for me to handle. I wanted him more than anything else.

“Don’t stay away,” I whispered, pausing for a moment, my breath catching in my throat as he lowered his head. “I’m here.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of my throat, trailing heat up my neck until his mouth was against mine, but he didn’t kiss me. Instead, he pulled back and completely pulled out of me. There was a flash of hesitation in his face as he stood at the end of the bed and palmed his glistening cock.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Fuck, Ivy.”

I rose slowly, ignoring the pounding throb in my pussy, and sat at the edge of the bed. “I’m not breakable, and I’m not easily scared away.”

His chest rose in a sharp breath, but he shook his head. “When we return home, I’ll ravish you the way you deserve. But right now...”

I cocked my head, sharing with him a comforting warmth and understanding down the bond. “Is this a kink thing, or...?”

“Charms can go a long way in the bedroom,” he replied, swallowing. “And I don’t know the intensity of them now that we’ve fully bonded. That’s why I don’t want to lose control, but fuck me, I’m tempted to test them.”

A shiver raced down my spine, anticipation swelling in my gut. “That sounds like something we should know about each other, Adrian.” I bit down on my lip, grinning up at him as I reached out and trailed a finger down his cock. “Is this something you’re worried about right now? Do you want to stop?”

He shuddered and shook his head. “You turn into a stunningly confident creature when you’re like this, you know that, right?”

I paused and sucked in a breath. Since he walked into the room, I hadn’t once felt like I needed to shy away or hide what I really wanted. Part of it was the bond and knowing we had access to one another’s feelings so easily, that nothing he thought gave me pause.

My heart raced as I rose to my feet and pressed myself into his body. “Thank you.”

Instead of responding, Adrian spun me in his arms and pressed his chest into my back. He thrust his cock against my ass once before reaching between my thighs to cup my pussy. “I still have to claim you right here, Sweetheart. And I need to do so before we leave this place.”

“Then take me,” I whispered, widening my stance so he had better access to me. “I’m all yours.”

Adrian used his free hand to realign himself with my entrance and filled me in one thrust. I barely held in my moan as he pushed me face down onto the bed, giving me little time to adjust to his size. It was exactly what I needed; the pressure of his body at my back, comforting and warm, the feel of him stretching me too good.

“Adrian,” I gasped, fisting the covers. “Please. I need more.”

The hand holding me into the bed disappeared; he trailed the tips of his fingers down my spine and over the marks lining my flesh. “I’ll give you exactly what you need,” he replied, sliding out of me slowly. “I’m yours.”

He pounded into me, his hand a hot brand against my hip, circling the fingers of the other around my clit. Tingles of pleasure raced through me from his touch, almost too overwhelming to escape. I was still coming down from the last climax, so another wasn’t too far behind.

The sound of our skin slapping together shouldn’t have turned me on the way it did, but I got wetter, clenching hard around him as he pinched my clit between his fingers. “Fuck, you feel amazing, Sweetheart.”

I gripped the sheets between my hands, and my magic rose within me, purring at the attention and power of this bonding. “Adrian, fuck, it’s so much.”

He slammed into me, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hip, my clit so sensitive to his touch that I almost screamed. “I know, but you’re doing so good, Sweetheart. Just a little longer. Can you do that? Can you come with me?”

My heart pounded with each hard thrust of his hips. I clenched tight around his twitching cock, ignoring the ever-growing pressure building in my stomach.

I bit down on my tongue, making a sound of agreement in the back of my throat. He continued his rough rhythm of fucking me. His fingers circled my clit, though he made a strange pattern over the skin; I wouldn’t have thought much of it, until his fingers started to vibrate.

I fisted the sheets as the tingling sensation raced through me. “Fuck.” I pressed my face into the blankets. The vibrations were far more potent than anything else I’d ever felt before; stronger, more intense.

“That’s it,” he murmured, dragging his vibrating fingers down to where he thrust into me. “Does it feel good?”

I couldn’t speak or form any coherent words, and nothing would come to mind.

So. Good, I sent down the bond, biting down on a gasp as he trailed his fingers back up to my clit. At that single touch, I exploded again all over his cock, my knees buckling.

He didn’t stop. Wrapping his arm around me, he held me to him. Adrian’s thrusts matched each thundering beat of my heart, and his fingers—oh, his magic fingers—worked their way inside me, stretching me wider.

Another climax built, this one faster and stronger. Adrian’s grunts filled the air, but his thrusts remained strong and hard. “Are you going to come again for me, Sweetheart?” he gritted out as he kissed my shoulder tenderly.

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears burning behind them, but I gasped out a ‘yes’ as his wicked fingers reclaimed my clit. The buzzing changed tempo with a different sign created by his middle finger, and before I could question it, I fell over the edge of pleasure, and Adrian followed.

His thrusts stuttered as he cried out with his release; I clamped around him with a sobbing whimper, clenching hard as the pounding climax flooded through me. My name echoed in my head, his voice tumbling down our bond. His name turned into a whisper as I stumbled into the drunken abyss of pleasure.

My heart crashed against my ribs, each beat a resounding thump in my ears; my breaths sounded harsh, his heavy as he leaned into me.

After several long moments tangled together, Adrian finally pulled himself away from me; cum dripped down my legs, but I was too tired to care as I rose and turned to face my mate. There was a glow to his skin that enhanced how beautiful he was, and his eyes shone with something I couldn’t quite read.

Adrian’s eyes trailed down my body before landing on my thighs, which were starting to stick together. “I’ll never get tired of this view,” he murmured, biting down on his bottom lip. “Something so perfect about—”

“Yeah, okay, I get it,” I replied, rolling my eyes despite grinning. “You’re such a weirdo. I need a shower.”

Adrian’s face lit up with a smile. He took my hand, pulling me into his chest, and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Did you like that little trick?”

My cheeks immediately flushed red, and I ducked my head, pressing my forehead into his chest. I mumbled a ‘ yes’ , earning a chuckle from him. A built-in vibrator, I thought, pulling away from him. I ran my eyes over him, gaze landing on his magical hands.

Not only could he find the clit, but he could also make himself multifunctional.

Very magical indeed . Thea would love that one.

I shook my head and dispelled those thoughts, but I tucked away the magical vibrating fingers for later. Not in my wildest imaginations would I have imagined that.

Maybe there were some perks to all this, aside from the 24/7 sex and mind-reading boyfriends.

I mean, who would turn down that?