by Lola White
Fear and anger coalesced and twisted into a new beast. Heat snaked down his spine in a flowing wave, coiling in his groin and thickening his cock. Silviu slid his knee back, lowering his body onto hers. She arched up to meet him, fingers curling above his grip on her wrists. His magic flared to life and coasted over them both, sinking into her body to twine seamlessly with the Bane void, more than enough to fill it. There was no barrier against his magic.
A golden glow shivered around them, magic passing from him to her and back again, tying them together in a bond that went deeper than the emotion he felt for her. They were among the lucky few, like his parents and her grandparents, married to their Matches with enough affection between them to let it solidify into a powerful force. No matter how Georgie tried to ignore it.
It was a force that swept through them like a tidal wave. A force that would blaze a path through witching politics and level the opposition before them. He let it grow, pushed it into her over and over, until her body temperature rose and she strained to get closer.
He shifted his knee between her thighs and wedged his hips into the space he’d made for himself. Her legs fell open as she lifted for him, rolling her hips against his. He transferred his grip on her wrists so that he held them both in one hand, and sent his newly freed palm skimming down her body.
Georgie broke the kiss with a gasp. “No.”
Silviu froze, his hand cupping her breast, his cock notched into the apex of her thighs. He could feel her heat through both their pants. “No?”
She licked her lips, her eyes filling with regret. “I can’t.”
Something in her tone warned him that her refusal was more than simple hesitation. “Why, Georgie?”
He gave her the moment she needed, watching as different expressions passed over her face. Occasionally, she gave him glimpses of how her brain worked, showed him the exact path her thoughts would take. She’d done it when they were teenagers and she did it now—unguarded, letting him gather more pieces to the puzzle that she was.
“Christiana’s pregnant.”
He could use that surprising information, but it wasn’t a proper answer. He pushed his hips against hers. “She has nothing to do with this.”
Georgie gasped, her head pressing back into the mattress. “I think… If it’s a girl, Madeleine will seriously consider making her the heir. In spite of knowing both Adam and Chris’ husband can so easily manipulate her into doing what they want.”
Again, useful information, but not enough to still the fantasies prowling his mind. Silviu released her wrists. Slowly, taking advantage of her preoccupation with her own arguments, he sat back, lifting from her until he was sitting on his heels. He smoothed his hands down her body as he went, feeling the flicker of her muscles under his palms. He needed more.
He gripped her thighs and dragged her over his lap, holding her up, forcing her to rest on her shoulders. Her legs spread wide, he pushed into the cradle he’d made, rocking against her relentlessly, holding her to him. Lightning flickered in his pants, whipping his dick and lashing his balls.
“Madeleine told me…” Georgie gasped, lifted. “No sex. Can’t.”
It was getting harder for him to think, too. “She ordered you not to have sex with me?”
“Yes. Oh, God.”
Her thighs tensed, her fingers twisted into the blanket bunched above her head. She snatched a shuddering breath and blinked rapidly.
“She’ll never know, my love.” His voice deepened of its own accord. He surged against her, closing his eyes at the feel of her heat, rising through both their layers of clothing to sink into his groin. The pressure against his cock was pure, delicious torture. He did it again.
“She will. She said she wouldn’t make me her heir if I slept with you before we were married. If I let you take me, she’ll cut me out completely.”
He stilled, holding Georgie to him. “She wouldn’t.”
“She would.”
His hands tightened on her thighs until he knew he was bruising her. “I would have you even if you weren’t the Davenold heir, love.”
“It’s better if I am, though. Our marriage would be more useful to you.”
“You’ll carry influence, either way.” He pushed against her, closing his eyes at the feel of her. “Right now, Madeleine isn’t factoring into my decisions.”
“I want to lead my Family, Silver.”
He heard the undeniable truth in her breathy voice, knew what it would do to her to be passed over. He hung his head, shuddering with need, with frustration.
“Wily old bitch,” he muttered. “She doesn’t want you to switch your allegiance to me. She doesn’t want you to choose me over your Family.”
“She knows I wouldn’t.”
He almost laughed, but his lust strangled the noise before he could make it. “You would, and she doesn’t trust me to care for your Family. She knows how you feel about me.”
Georgie shook her head, but he didn’t know if she was denying Madeleine’s knowledge or her own feelings. His anger, temporarily eased by her kiss and her nearness, surged with fresh vigor.
“Don’t deny how you feel about me.” His hands clamped on her hips and ruthlessly worked her groin over his. “You let me touch you when you were only thirteen, Georgie. You let me put my mouth on you and bring you pleasure. Because you wanted me, because you love me. Why do you think they’ve kept you away from me for ten fucking years?”
She pressed against him tighter, eyes sliding closed. “I can’t do this.”
Silviu ran his hands up her torso and cupped her breasts, kneading firmly, finding her pebbled nipples beneath her blouse. “Find a solution, love. Now. Think fast or get fucked. Choice is yours.”
She fought for breath, tension vibrating along the bowed length of her body. “Chris said… I should get creative.”
Wicked fantasies piled up in his brain. Before he could change his mind and do something they’d both regret, he flung himself to the side, landing on the bed next her. He stared at the ceiling, trying to think past the buzzing in his ears. “Get creative then.”
She rolled her head to look at him. He dragged in a breath as he levered his body higher in the bed, until the pillows were at his back and his skull rested against the headboard. He drew one leg up to his chest, propping his elbow on his knee, raising his eyebrow in challenge.
“Solve the problem, Georgie.”
Her dark eyes went black. Chest heaving, body racked with fine tremors, she pushed up to her knees and ran her gaze over him before meeting his eyes. He had no idea what she saw there, but it was enough to tip the scales in his favor.
She licked her lips. “Anything I want?”
He wondered if he had that kind of strength. “This time.”
She shuffled closer, reaching out to lay her hand on his chest, stroking the hard muscles beneath his soft shirt. A flush swept over her delicate face, an indecipherable expression. He suddenly realized that she had no idea what she doing.
For all her brave talk and hurtful warnings, she was inexperienced. Maybe not a virgin, but not practiced, either. Lust slammed through him, tightening his nerves, but the new knowledge also gave him a better grip on his patience.
He would give her what she wanted, this time.
“I want to do to you”—her cheeks blazed red—“what you did to me. Ten years ago.”
He went still, rigid, harder than he thought possible. He stared into her eyes, not letting her look away, not letting her hide. “Do it, then.”
She crawled between his legs and he dropped his arm, reaching for her. “No, Silver, stay still.”
Georgie pushed his hand aside and he obeyed her command, waiting to see what she’d do. She eased back and reached for the hem of his shirt, hands pushing beneath the fabric, drifting against his stomach. His muscles stretched under her palms, contracting and expanding, loving the feel of her hands on his skin. The expression on her face was priceless and Silviu knew that he wasn’t
the only one remembering that she’d seen him completely naked before, that she’d felt him pressed tight to her body.
She tugged his shirt off over his head while he held still, only wriggling to help her as Georgie rose to her knees and found that she still wasn’t tall enough to disrobe him on her own. He leaned back against the headboard as she tossed his shirt over her shoulders and devoured him with a greedy gaze.
Georgie put her hands on his chest, then she surprised him. “I was watching the fire and wishing I had magic as strong as yours, and you came to me like I called you.”
That night, Beltane. It was etched onto his memory. “I was looking for you, love.”
She traced the heavy ridges of his abdomen. He wasn’t bulky like Elias, but he was physically fit, no weakness tolerated in his dangerous world of intrigue. “It felt like flying, Silver, when you put your hands on me. When you put your mouth on me.”
“Tasted like heaven.”
She leaned over his body and swiped her tongue in a straight line from his navel to his breastbone, fire trailing in her wake. “Maybe you’ll taste like that, too.”
She settled down to the task of figuring it out. Her lips trailed over his skin with teasing delicacy, her nails raked with brutal ecstasy. Every nerve in his body stretched, his muscles granite against the scrape of her teeth. She nipped and bit and licked her way down his torso with sanity-stealing slowness.
Time stretched out on a golden web of magic. Georgie took her time tasting him, learning everything she wanted to know about his upper half, before letting her attention drift lower. Her confidence was out in full force as she reached for his waistband and plucked at the closure. Her fingers were steady as she released the zipper, her eyes eager as she pulled the material apart and shoved at his underwear.
He sprang free, reaching for his navel, and she lost her confident edge. She stared, licked her lips, then lifted her wide eyes to meet his. “That’s different from what I remember.”
It took effort to push the words from his dry throat. “It grew when I did. I’m taller now, too.”
“Only by a few inches.” She shook her head. “You were already seventeen!”
“That’s only bigger by a few inches, too.”
She took a breath and found her courage. She reached out, long fingers closing around him. His cock flexed in her palm. Fire streaked its length, hungry anticipation burrowed deep in his groin.
She stroked and he thought he’d lose it right then. He gritted his teeth but kept his eyes wide, not willing to miss a single minute, not willing to block the sight of his woman learning the shape of him. She petted him and caressed him lightly, then closed her hot hand around him with relieving pressure.
She pulled his skin as she stroked to the tip of his cock, the greatest torture he’d ever felt. Until she ran her thumb over the sensitive crest, smoothing away the pearly drop she’d called to her touch. She stroked back to his base and scratched at the top of his balls with her nails.
“Pants off, Silver.” Her voice was unsteady, but not as erratic as his pulse.
She tugged while he lifted, breath locking in his throat as she dragged the fabric down his legs. She gave a feminine growl when she reached his shoes, yanking at them as if they’d done her some grave wrong. They thudded to the floor, his pants and socks quickly following.
She bent and licked straight up his length. Silviu didn’t know what captured his attention more fully, the silk of her hair against his groin or the wet heat of her tongue. She licked him again and he made his decision.
He stared down at her curious expression, the thorough exam she gave him bringing him to the edge of his control. His spine tensed, his muscles contracted. His balls clamored for her touch. He was at the point of begging when she opened her mouth and took him in, sweetly curved lips flattening as they stretched around his cock.
Silviu’s skull thunked against the headboard and his breath left his chest in a rush. Ten years was a hell of a wait, but he finally, finally had managed to get her mouth on his dick.
Chapter Eleven
Georgeanne
He filled her mouth and she loved it. Georgie literally had him by the balls, could feel the power flowing from his grasp into hers and she reveled in the sensation of its transfer. She experimented on him, licking and sucking, driving her head down as far as she could go, taking mental notes on what gained the greatest response.
Georgie had never done this, so it was trial by fire. She’d had no idea of the sense of power she’d feel when she took a man’s cock into her mouth or she would have done it sooner—though a niggling doubt warned her that she might not feel the same with another man. Silviu let her play, gave her time to learn and grow confident while his magic rose around them, beating in time to his pulse.
She used the flat of her tongue to test the ridges of his flesh, tracing the throbbing vein. She licked over his tip, learning the difference in textures. Swirling around the thick shaft, Georgie discovered a sensitive spot just below the flared crest.
She pulled back to study him with her eyes. Darkly flushed, gleaming from her manipulations, his cock stood straight and firm, a bare inch from his muscled belly when she released him. Intimidating, until she’d felt the softness of his skin, the blazing heat, the golden pulse of magic.
Below the shaft, his heavy sac tempted her. Georgie wanted to know what it felt like against her tongue and lips. She’d held it, cupped it gently in her palm, following some vague understanding of what she was supposed to do with the tight globes, but now instincts were tugging at her creativity. Silviu was gritting his teeth patiently, so she figured that this was her chance to do what she wanted.
She bent over to nuzzle into the hot crease where his thigh met his groin. Her fingers tightened on his balls, winning her a broken gasp from Silviu. She grazed his inner thigh with her teeth. Hard muscle flinched against her lips, but a long lick soothed him.
She turned her head and swiped her tongue over his testicles, pleased when he jerked, lifting off the bed. She pressed him back down. The delicate skin contracted and quivered when she sucked him into the wet cavern of her mouth.
Silviu’s hand dove into her hair, fingers clutching her curls. He tugged gently until she released him. Looking up the length of his taut body, Georgie took a moment to appreciate his beauty before she met his eyes. His skin was neither pale nor tan, but some creamy shade in between and shimmering under the force of his magic. His eyes were as bright and shiny as newly minted nickels and he was watching her hungrily.
She licked over the damp tip of his cock and tasted his pleasure—the smallest hint of his flavor against her tongue. Delicious.
She didn’t stop to measure her words. “Am I doing this right?”
His fingers went rigid against her scalp. She looked up, muscles locking under a sweeping, searing heat at the expression on his face. His reply was rough and ragged, obviously forced out with great effort. “Just suck my cock, Georgie.”
She blinked at his tone but bent to her task, spears of lust driving into her belly.
He held her head as he slowly surged forward. “Loosen your jaw, love.
She fought to take him, struggling to breathe through her nose, forcing her jaw to relax. She clamped her lips on his shaft and flayed him with her tongue.
“Suck harder. Press your lips against me. Good girl… Like that. Now pull back slow, love, torture me. Yes…”
Time stopped as he taught her how to destroy him. She drove down on him, tightened her lips as she pulled back, manipulated his delicate flesh with alternating pressures of her tongue. She felt pleasure reach from his body to hers, felt his magic shift from his soul to hers. Pleasuring him pleased her, and Georgie learned quickly.
His pleasure—her sense of power. Both flowed through her, heating her muscles, boiling the blood in her veins. Her belly liquefied, melted and dripped into her panties until the silk was saturated and rasping her folds with every shift of her body. His scent and t
aste filled her head as his cock filled her mouth, driving deeper with every controlled thrust.
Both his hands curved around her skull, sending a delicious thrill down her spine. He held her carefully, moderating how much of him she took even as he slowly taught her to take more.
The tip of him slipped against the soft tissue of her throat, threatening the limits of her mouth. Unable to help herself, she moaned, and quickly realized how much he liked that. His cock flexed in time to her sound and she did it again, delighted when she got the same response.
He arched, a moment of broken control, frayed patience. The head of his cock pressed into the back of her throat, sending the taste of his pleasure sliding through her. She swallowed reflexively, unwittingly catching his crest in a tight, rippling embrace.
Sound ripped from his throat. Surprised delight raced through her, blanking her mind, pulling every thought from her head. She’d had no idea that he could make a sound like that, a primitive thing that said so much about his need, so much about what she could do to him. It changed everything, twisted her game into a living predator that ripped into her even as it tore into him.
Following the demands of her own urgency, Georgie picked up the pace. She sucked him, licked him, swallowed against his thickness. Hard and tight, she used everything he’d just taught her to drive him higher, eager to hear that sound rip from his throat again.
Gasping, Silviu pried one set of fingers from her skull and dropped them to cover her hand on his balls. He folded his fingers around her knuckles, catching her against him, tightening her gentle hold into a hard, brutal grip.
She worked him, groped, squeezed and kneaded. She licked him, sucked, moaned and swallowed. Silviu writhed. Groans echoed from his chest, harsh and ragged, patience gone, control stripped. Georgie loved it—loved every sound, every jerk of his hips, every flicker in his balls.
She loved that she could bring him to this.
Magic swirled and coalesced, golden starbursts exploding over the bed, streaking across the mattress to slip between her legs. She rocked on her knees, thighs tightening as his did, her body demanding more, as his did.