Jack palmed her breasts, massaging the ripe flesh as he sampled each nipple. A lave here, a nip there, and she was coming undone before his eyes. It was harder and harder for her to maintain the gaze, though he kept up his end, watching her every move as he worked over her lush tits. She was wet, her clit hard and ready, primed for the first explosion.
So was he.
Flexing his thighs, he moved up further on his knees, causing Raine to rock against him and hold tighter. An instant later, he reversed the motion, bringing her through another rocking cycle that drew a sharp breath from her. She watched him now, but her unfocused eyes told him she was deep in the waves of pleasure. Her skin was flush pink, and was fire to the touch. Each upward and downward flex rubbed her knotted clit against him, and drew the engorged head of his cock across the deep pleasure G-spot. Three complete movements had her slick vault dancing to a hard-driving pulse, picking up speed that was leaving her breathless.
He watched her breaths shorten to tight gasps, watched the rosy nipples turn dusky as they tightened further under his hands. In seeing her response, he forgot his own painful arousal, he forgot about what he needed, he forgot about the world and the cares and the mission and everything else. Her orgasm became central, she became the world. Pleasuring her was all that mattered. He increased the rate of flex, going in short, tight bursts. Inside her, his cock engorged, filling her to capacity. Energy arced between them, squeezing out all the available air. Jack tightened his hold on her nipples, pulling with an upward flick, then repeating, to mimic the rise and fall of his hips. The lethal combination of pose, motion, and magic overcame her and she let out a long, primal cry.
Her lips fluttered around the base of his cock, as rich waves of orgasm poured through her muscles. They wrapped his cock in a cascade of contraction, milking his dick and driving him into a state somewhere beyond arousal and just shy of heart failure. He released his own, painful cry, not of satisfaction, but of warning. Energy surged between them. Magic ignited, shimmering like diamond dust in the air around them.
Raine collapsed against his chest, nestling her head on his shoulder. Her slender fingers twined into his hair, causing his skin to tingle wherever she touched. A fresh wave of erotic pulsations thrummed through his dick. Jack cursed. He was hoping for three, maybe four with her tonight before giving in. If he made two, it would be a rare and welcome miracle.
He reached down and stilled her hips, resting his palms along the sweet curves of her ass while he force-fed his lungs with air. Resting between orgasm diminished the effect of the act, but damn it, he needed a moment to recover. And judging by Raine’s sweat-damp, limp body in his arms, so did she. The thought made him smile. Rallied him. Kind of made him want to beat his chest like some crazed cave man, and announce it to everyone at the top of his lungs.
Crazy. Sure. Yeah. But that’s what she did to him. Make him crazy. Make him possessive. Make him care. She did it all, on a continual basis. At every point he turned. The position had worked two charms, sending Raine into a stimulating orgasm while it merged their energies. And, revealing to Jack something about himself he really would rather have not known. It was always a risk with tantric sex—that you’d open the Pandora’s box and rip the lid off in the same motion. The results were amazing, the sex out of this world, but the revelations that often came with the territory? Devastating.
He was falling for her. Hard and fast and fatally. He was fucked. Completely, truly fucked. And, oddly enough, being fucked never felt so damn good.
He drew in a ragged breath, then tilted her head up to his and smiled. “Ready for round two?”
Jack’s voice was low and raw and thick with lust. His sleek body was sheened with perspiration, and every muscle stood out in sharp definition: evidence of a hard-won control he imposed on himself. Raine had the whole of his spectacular erection buried to her very core. Every nerve she had burned from the blistering orgasm, and he was ready to start to torture anew. No choice he gave her. Just that sly grin, and a gaze backlit with a dangerous passion.
Here was a man built for sex and magic.
Here was a man built for her.
She nodded, uncertain how to speak at this point. She was so full. Of him. Of a delicious, ethereal satisfaction that went well off the charts of orgasmic. On a scale of one to ten it was hitting a fast hundred and racing for the next marker. Her breath was short and tight. Her heart jackhammered against her ribs. Her skin tingled in a zillion different places. In a zillion different ways. And her sex throbbed, still embedded in dizzying aftershocks. Wanting more wasn’t an option, handling it, however, was one great big question mark.
Energy sizzled between them like heat lightning, increasing tension to an unbearable level. She wanted more of the magic. More of him. Never wanted it to end. It wasn’t every day you made love to a demi-God, with the goal of raising magic and saving the world. The whole delicious package heightened her arousal. Her mind, her body, all her senses, were engaged in the process, seduced by him and his promises.
Jack started the rocking motions again, rolling his hips into the lift. Fire and shock hit her like a rocket, detonating in her clit from the hard contact with his pubis. Then came the peak. The bump of his engorged head against her cervix, nudging it with a sweet knock. She moaned as sensations triggered in pleasure points she never knew existed. He followed with that surprisingly slow descent, rolling his hips again in that small, artistic movement. The wide shaft and crown of his cock moved across her G-spot with a lazy friction at the same time he stroked her clit with his pelvis. Fresh waves of hot cream spilled out of her, mixing with the scent of aroused male, driving her higher still. She murmured words of encouragement, punctuated by sudden cries pulled out of her each time the pleasure amped up.
Twice. Three times. In this position she was indecently open to him, and that added a deeper level of thrill to the act. Who knew. That a half-breed outcast would fit her so well. Know just the right way to move, the right places to touch. She was dizzy with desire, so lost in him she didn’t know or care which way was out.
“Stay with me, Raine,” he purred.
She realized her eyes had closed. The sensations radiating from her core were so strong, so hard to resist.
“I’m here,” she breathed, staring down into that endless ocean of blue. Gods, he was a beautiful man. A work of art in male flesh. Sinewy muscle, elegant lines, calloused hands as gentle as a feather falling to earth. And hips. Those hips. They were lethal.
He rolled up again, and the contact sparked a new barrage of fire within. The walls of her vagina flexed rapid-speed, as her G-spot tightened and another orgasm ripped through her.
The world went all blurry as the furious flames ripped through her. This one, more powerful than the last, shot her straight to the moon. Then she was falling, spiraling in free air, not sure what was up or down or where exactly reality ended and fantasy took over. Dimly she was aware of his gruff voice murmuring in her ear. Telling her to stop. To stay still and enjoy.
The orgasm was no relief, though. Instead of dying down, the strange, ephemeral tension wrapped around her the way she wrapped around his cock. Energy roared to life in her, making her ache in a strange, crazed way that defied understanding or words. Satisfaction eluded her and the notion of staying still was something she just couldn’t manage.
“Jack, please,” she heard a desperate voice echo into the night. A voice that was husky, passion-drenched, and hers. “I need—“
What? She couldn’t think. Couldn’t describe what it was she needed. All she knew was that it was out there, waiting for her on a delicate precipice, and she would be damned if she was stopping now.
He groaned beneath her gyrations, increasing the pace of his rocking, and the force.
“Harder!” She cried, sifting her fingers into his silken hair as she shifted her position, arching further, drawing him closer at the root, until it was as if they were fused.
Jack’s hands locked onto her hips,
coaxing her into short bursts of speed and power that were met with by his deep, potent thrusts. “Open up to me,” he demanded, “Spread as far as you can.”
Trusting in him to take them both to the sweet release, she obeyed his rasped orders, unlocking her heels and splaying before him like some pagan sex idol. As she spread, he drew her up, pulling her over the entire length of his cock as he backed down. His engorged cock raked hard over her G-spot and the first bricks of the dam blew free. Pure white flame ignited, spiraling to every nerve ending, singing them beyond repair. Raine’s toes curled as the fury of the powerful orgasm continued its onslaught, rippling through her. Her vagina pulsed as fast as her heart raced. She burned in the flame like a phoenix. But he wasn’t finished with her. As the height of climax was in sight, Jack tightened his hands on her waist and dragged her back down to him. He timed it with a long stroke that drove him deeper than she thought possible.
She locked her hands around him, pulled him close, as her body shook to its roots from the unrelenting pleasure coursing out from her clit. His heart hammered as hard as her own. Sweat soaked his body. His breaths were ragged, torn, the sound of a man on the edge. Unmindful of the goal, she moved with the orgasm, prolonging the sensation in an instinctual move.
“Gods, no!” he cried, and then a new sensation erupted inside of her as Jack came, spilling his seed, mingling their energy in one long, endless orgy of pleasure.
His musky seed mixed with her cream, blending into a heady aphrodisiac that was the perfect complement to the unbelievable sex. His inarticulate sound of absolute male abandon made her smile. Made her reveal in the power they shared.
She tilted him to her, took his mouth in a kiss that was pure possession. Around them the air grew tight and hot with esoteric energy, raised and held by them, by their union. Raine was so lucid, so aware of every nerve and fiber in her body, in his. That awareness spiraled out to all around them. Things once complex seemed so simple now. She’d never been this close to another human being. But Jack wasn’t human. Not really. Half-God. Half-Elven. Whatever. He was hers. Like a dark reflection of herself. She wanted to consume him the way he consumed her.
He gazed up at her as the grip of orgasm released him, but he was still rock-hard and ready inside of her. “That wasn’t—”
“Part of the plan. Doesn’t matter.”
He stared at her for the longest moment, giving her the impression she was the only woman on earth, and completely, utterly fascinating. Jack’s power washed over her the way the orgasms had, devastating her mind the way they’d devastated her body.
Then he reached up and caressed her cheek.
A simple, delicate act. One lover to another. Tender. Knowing. Slightly possessive.
A part of her cracked, a hard part that worked to keep so much hurt out. Exposing her. Revealing her.
A shudder worked through her body. Fear spurred to life.
And the energy around them took on a life of its own.
There was a dull roar. Raine couldn’t tell if it was just in her imagination, or all around them, because Jack didn’t immediately react. But the next moment, when all the air zipped out between them, like it was sucked up by some giant, invisible vacuum, he spurred into motion.
“Oh shit!” He grabbed her, pulling her head against his shoulder, as he rolled. He took her beneath him, protecting her with his body. “Hold tight, don’t look ’til it’s over!”
Then the earth came apart at the seams.
Instead of sound, there was the deafening absence of sound. A complete silence so absolute it made her head want to explode. She wanted to scream to know she was still alive. But there was no air. She squeezed her eyes shut, tried to burrow into Jack. Hot wind laced across her skin. Then the howling started, making her wish again for the silence. It wasn’t just her ears this time bearing the brunt. Her whole body was wracked by electricity. It was pain, it was pleasure, it was death and life. Everything. All rolled into one package.
She had the sense then of a tremendous wave rolling out from somewhere right beside her. Jack protected her, but the wave traveled through both of them as if they were ghosts. Glass shattered all around them, but instead of falling to ground, it was pulverized in the power unleashed.
Gods have mercy. This was magic. Real magic. Not Jack’s parlor tricks. Raine didn’t know where it came from. Or how. But it terrified her beyond reason.
And in that moment when absolute fear threatened to swallow her whole, came Jack’s voice. “It’s okay. Raine, it’s okay. It’s over.” He kissed her ear. Her neck. The hollow of her throat. He chased back the fear, filling the emptiness with warmth. “It’s okay.”
“What was that?”
“I hate to say it, but I don’t know.” He levered up on his elbows. “I think we may have triggered something.”
“How?”
“We raised way more energy than I anticipated, and I lost control. I think it triggered a failsafe spell inside the jar, but twisted it. Like an adverse reaction.”
“Adverse reaction?” She said the words, tasting them, trying to understand them.
Around them, the rest of Manhattan was dark.
Jack’s magically lit torches were the only light.
They both saw it at the same time.
The canopic jar was cracked apart. Ochre sand sat in drifts around the shards, topped by a fist-sized citrine-colored scarab beetle. Obviously the true relic.
She looked around her, at the devastation, and the strange innards of the jar. “What did we do?”
“Unlocked the secrets of Atlantis, I’ll wager.” Jack reached out and touched the ochre sands. “You were asking earlier about Carmot?”
Messy. Very messy. All of this. And unbelievable. The best sex of his life shot his control in the ass, and the most awesome orgasm that followed set the esoteric energy they’d raised free. Which triggered the fail-safe spell on the artifact. And now he was staring at the motherload of Carmot, and some unknown artifact hidden in its obscure sands.
Jack glanced around at the blacked-out city. Release of that magnitude had shorted out the electrical systems. Most likely it blew all his magical wards. With the glass dome pulverized, he and Raine were sitting ducks.
He grabbed his discarded robe and began shoving the shards and sands and weird artifact onto the midnight folds.
“What are you doing?” she hissed. “Are you crazy? Wait, don’t answer that. What if it’s dangerous?”
Oh, that felt nice, he realized. Someone caring if he lived or died. Mainly Raine. If it was Loki, or Ramon, shit, even Havers or his buddy Gideon, it wouldn’t have the same cache.
“I have a lot of powerful enemies, who have nothing better to do than sit all day and wait for a chink in my armor. I’m pretty certain that in addition to shorting out the power in Manhattan, we shorted out my normal protective spells too. We’ll be safer inside. So will this.”
“Oh.” The tremble in her voice, the dilation of her pupils and the pale cast of her skin said it all. More than the orgasms, the magic had affected her. He forgot. He was used to this kind of power. At least, he was a long time ago. It had been decades since he’d experienced that level of juice.
He stopped collecting the rare element. “How are you? Okay?”
“I don’t know,” she replied, tucking her legs up. “I think not so good. Images keep flitting through my head. I’m having a hard time telling what’s real and what isn’t.”
Shit. Double shit. She’d derailed. Gone from magic into the mystical. That kind of esoteric energy was more illusion than anything. It was best delved into only when absolutely necessary and with all precautions in place. Jack realized the hematite beads he’d given to Raine earlier were vaporized in the magical pulse.
“We have to move, Raine. Now. It’s too dangerous to cool off here. Let me take you downstairs. I can help you sort this all out. Get it under control.”
Wasting no more time in the exposed state on the rooftop garden, Jac
k scooped her up in his arms, and beat feet downstairs.
Havers met him at the bottom of the stairs.
“I deployed the mercenary teams and Rafe’s extra soldiers. All systems are offline. Totally.”
Jack kept moving with Raine in his arms, and the sack of artifact and contents held by one fist. “How long ’til we’re operational again?”
“Hours,” Havers said, following on his heels. The auxiliary power kicked in, lighting the way as they moved. “Five. Maybe ten. I employed backup spells, but they’re unanchored. They won’t last past sixty or seventy minutes.”
Fuck. He should have been more careful. Not gotten carried away in the moment. In Raine. But that was impossible with her, wasn’t it?
“Contact Ryder. Get the helicopters here. It will take them twenty minutes to scramble and reach us. While they’re in transit, have the household guests pack, and find us a guide. Ground, air, it doesn’t matter. Get us a shapeshifter who can ferry us through the mists.”
Havers halted at the threshold to Jack’s private lab. “Ferry us to where?”
“The only place we’ll be safe.” He turned. “The fortress of solitude.”
Havers spun on her heels and took off down the corridor like a bat out of hell.
“Fortress of solitude?” Raine’s voice was steadily weakening.
“Yeah, my place in the Vegas desert.” He kicked the lab door shut and set her down on the pasty marble slab of the main table. “Sit tight, princess. I have just the thing for what ails you.”
Or so he hoped. The beads weren’t good enough. Not now. Jack tossed the sack on the table, opened it, and grabbed a pinch of Carmot. He dumped it into a mortar, followed by a shot of Fey wine. Potions on the fly were always risky. Particularly with Carmot. It was okay in trace amounts, used sparingly, but go too heavy, and you got a taste for the stuff you couldn’t shake. And use too much, you’d buy yourself an early grave. It was toxic beyond toxic. However, it was the megaload of power, and the thought of Raine’s head being scrambled by the freaky-ass energy of mysticism was way more frightening than the risk of saving her with a few grains of what they’d uncovered.
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