“Chait.” I tried to make my voice sound firm, but instead it came out needy, my eyes fluttering shut as a smoky, sweet scent filled the space, lulling me into a state of relaxation. A near moan broke from my throat as I felt the ghost of his lips brush against my neck, causing me to give into his touch completely, my body and mind far too weak to fight something that felt so natural.
I needed him. His desire. His essence. His magic. I could barely focus on anything but the touch of his hands on my skin and his lips brushing and caressing me. The man seemed to be controlling the entire space, and there was a small edge of predatory dominance from his magic that I hadn’t expected but found completely erotic. My entire body became a needy puddle.
My hips rolled forward as his cock pulsed at the separation between us, making me want to take him out to feel how hard he would be in my hand. A moan left my lips as desire filtered over the pain like a medical treatment, causing me to breathe in relief before I felt the wave of pure lust rocketing through me. I had no idea how to ask him for what I needed. How to ask him to help fix me. Help this hunger for him. For his touch. For his blood. I was going to hurt him, and I had a feeling he was going to let me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his tone almost warning. I felt his pulse increase, my hands moving up his tattooed chest to his shoulders. My nails were drawing blood as his hands slid down to my waist and gripped me in a bruising grasp. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with a level of intensity I hadn’t expected. Everything swam as my throat produced another needy sound.
“Help,” I begged. With Valerio, he had just taken what he had wanted, and I’d fucking loved it. But Chait wouldn’t do the same. He would make me ask. I knew that, and I was past asking—I was at the point of begging.
“Tell me what you need.” His voice was filled with a soothing magic that had me wanting to give him exactly what he was asking for.
“I don’t know.” More tears leaked from my face as my skin flushed. “You. I just need you. Please, Chait.”
“You’re injured.” A low groan broke from his throat as if remembering himself. “I’ll make you feel better, Maize, but you have to promise to do exactly what I say. Promise me.”
It was a demand, hard and unyielding, a side of Chait I’d never seen before. I absolutely loved it. I would probably tell him that once I could see straight again.
“Yes,” I agreed immediately, a gasp of pleasure breaking from my lips as hands gently pulled back my hair from my neck, making my eyes widen. I almost immediately turned to see who was behind me, but the man kept me captured against him, his smile turning nearly wicked.
“Do not look away from me,” he ordered. I nodded slowly, watching as his eyes turned into almost spirals of black and pink, making me feel dizzy and high.
“What is that?” I asked on a moan as ghost-like fingers brushed across my shoulders, causing shivers to break out in both fear and pleasure. They felt so good and so wrong at the same time.
“Just my magic, mon amour,” he explained softly, nipping at my neck. I jumped slightly, his name falling from my lips. A moan broke from me as another pair of phantom hands gently ran up my thighs, causing me to draw blood again in frustration, my eyes flickering to the crimson droplets as Chait let out a low growl.
I found myself surging forward and running my tongue across the wound, his flavor exploding across my tongue. A surge of energy began to flow through me, completely connecting us emotionally, physically, and through our magic. A shudder wracked his frame as I trailed my lips up his neck and inhaled, his smoky blood causing my mouth to water again.
“Do it,” he demanded softly. My body tightened painfully at his command, my magic already jumping up and through me like pressure in a gas chamber. I knew this was a dangerous game, but I was nearly panting with need, and when Chait’s grip grew hard on my hair, the sting from my injury causing my clit to pulse, I gave into it. I gave into the trap of need he’d set, willingly entangling myself further.
My teeth sliced through his skin, easily, like it had with Charm. This time, though, I wasn’t pulling out poison, I was feeding on his energy, and I knew I was going to be the one left feeling addicted and needy afterwards. His blood was giving me life, and I didn’t realize that I was essentially humping the fucking man until his hands slid to my ass and paused my movements, his chest heaving and entire body tense with strangled tension.
“I can smell how fucking wet you are,” he growled, my legs spreading almost instinctively as I tried to find any level of friction to get this need to go away. I found my eyes fluttering shut as I licked the wound, pulling back from it as a moan of need broke out of my lips. Fuck, he tasted amazing.
“Chait,” I nearly whined, and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
His lips seared mine in a hot, dangerous kiss as the taste of his blood exploded between us, the room spinning as he dipped me back slightly, as I turned into putty in his arms. His scent, his magic, he was everywhere, and an overwhelming sense of love underscored it all, making me feel like it was an unstoppable disaster waiting to occur. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do.
My legs tightened as his rough hands slid to push my slip up, the scarred texture of his fingers feeling good as they ran through my wet heat. I moaned, trying to not move as he teased me, knowing he would only make me wait longer. I could feel his eyes on my face, and when I fully looked up to him, a hunger that I’d never seen before was shining there, making me feel almost euphoric.
“Patience,” he demanded knowingly as phantom fingers brushed my ribs and up my breasts. I cried out as they pulled hard on my nipples, teasing them as I looked down to find the soaked fabric moving of its own accord. The trippy display only turned me on more, because holy fuck this was insane.
“Do you need to come, Maize? Do you want me to make this pretty little pussy come on my fingers?” he demanded and nipped my jaw hard when I didn’t answer at first, his thumb circling my clit. I whimpered a ‘yes’ as he sunk a finger, then a second, inside of me, the invasion causing me to shudder in relief.
This man knew my body way too well. Holy shit.
His low growl at the moan that broke from my throat had me surging forward to press to his lips again. He took my mouth in a hard, rough kiss that had my magic surging, and I bit down on his lip in frustration, making him snarl.
“Bad Maize.” He chuckled, his voice rough and on edge, his blood dancing on my tongue. My eyes rolled back as he pumped his fingers, causing the walls of my control to shake. I knew if I was stronger I would have been able to hold it, but I could feel my body and magic pushing past my normal barriers. I needed to warn him, but all that came out was incoherent sounds of pleasure.
“Fuck, you are so tight,” he inhaled sharply while pumping two fingers in and out of me, causing me to rock against his hand.
“We shouldn’t,” I whimpered, opening my eyes. “My magic—”
His lips pressed against mine again, demanding my climax as everything began to tighten and build with pressure. Not just my body, but my magic. I could feel it growing from feeding on him, my body healing itself while also soaking in the pleasure he afforded us. I was so goddamn worried about hurting him, but his control over my entire body seemed to supercede my ability to warn him. I was so fucking weak and turned on that all I wanted to do was let him take care of me. Let him take care of the pain I felt. Let him fix me.