Chapter 142-2
“That’s always the case, darling. No sex magic involved.”
Sex magic. Is that what he thought this was? I didn’t think so. “Not sex magic. Just a pocket of
area where we can be free. No responsibilities. No threats. Just us. Ever thought about what you
wanted to do to me if it was just us?”
“Every day, but this is your magic. Is there something you want to do to me?”
I moved slowly, closing the distance between us. Having Troy completely under my control was
not something I’d ever envisioned, yet here we were. He was letting me take the lead. He was
giving me all the power.
It was my magic.
“Does it ever scare you? What I’m becoming?”
He didn’t move as I skimmed my knuckles along his bare chest. He really was magnificent looking.
Hard muscles. Warm supple skin. A face that made me weak in the knees. Really, everything about
him made me a little weak.
Capturing my hands, he kissed the palms. “Nothing about you scares me, Kiana, except the thought of losing you. You are exactly who you’re meant to be. You, and your wolf, are incredible.”
“On the ground,” I whispered as I stepped away from him.
His eyebrows drew up, but with a smirk, he slowly lowered himself to the ground and rolled on his
back. “Is this what you had in mind?”
“That is exactly what I had in mind.” Kneeling next to him, I ran my hands over his body, stopping to
run a finger lightly over his erect c**k. “My magic scares me, Troy. It’s just the next thing in a long line of things that tie me down. I feel like I’ve never been free except when I’m with you.”
Planting my hands on his chest, I swiveled around and straddled his face. “Make me come, my
love.” I demanded. “Make me free.”
As soon as his mouth latched around my p***y, pleasure soared through me. I lasted all of five seconds grinding on his face before I fell across his chest and scored my nails along his side. He
knew just how to push me to the breaking point and then back off, allowing me to come back down so he could torture me all over again.
“F-Fuck,” I whimpered as his tongue flicked over my clit. Every part of me was aching for release, but he was having too much fun playing with me. I writhed against him. I’d wanted to control, but instead, I was once again at his mercy.
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That wouldn’t do at all.
Grasping his c**k, I squeezed, earning a quiet grunt from him. For every lick he gave me, I stroked, and every time he stopped, I stopped.
“Playing games, Kiana?” He murmured as he kissed my inner thighs.
“Just playing your game.”
He chuckled low, sending the vibrations through my p***y, and I hummed as I took his c**k in my
mouth.
After that, the games were over. His arms anchored me against his face as I sucked him deeper,
and his moans hit every nerve of pleasure in my body. He ate me like a starving man, and when I
finally hit that peak, I squirmed against him as he sucked through my orgasm. Pleasure rolled
through me, followed by continued peaks, and not once did I take my mouth off him.
Finally, he hissed. “Fuck, Kiana, that is so good. Swallow me, baby. Take it all. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
Bucking his hips, he came straight into my mouth, and I didn’t miss a beat.
When it was over, he swung my legs to the side, sat up, and pulled me up against his chest before
he laid back down again in the dirt. Resting my head against his chest, I closed my eyes.
“Do you ever wonder if it’s going to be the last time,” I whispered. “Our last time together. Our last
night.”
“No,” he growled. “There is nothing that I would not do to save you, Kiana. Claudine is nothing. She won’t have you. Nothing will.”
I wanted to believe him. To believe that it was just a seed of fear that grew out of proportion over the years but didn’t mean anything.
I was strange, but I couldn’t be the end to the mountain, could I?
Eventually, it would be too much. I would be too much. Troy would find his limit.
And I hated to think of what he would lose before that happened.
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