Page 27 of A Cursed Heart

“No. With my magic. You just have to focus on your home. We can link briefly so I can see that mental picture. Once I do, I will be able to take us there.”

She looked a little green. Still, she stood with a determined look. “Alright.”

I didn’t particularly like Mal linking with Lydia, or even his having to hold her hand while he vanished them both away. Jealousy was a foreign emotion to me. This was my sister! Mal had already told me he wasn’t interested in her. It was completely irrational.

They returned, Lydia looking greener than ever, before I could have a crash out over them being gone.

“Ugh, I hated that!” Lydia whined.

Mal touched her head to break the connection and winced. “Sorry. It can be unpleasant the first few times. Ryan adapted to it quickly.” We shared a smile loaded with affection.

“Ugh, I’m leaving before your sweetness makes me puke. Bring Freya at any time, okay?”

After she kissed us both on the cheek, she left.

“Shall we clean up?” Mal asked. “Then we can go to bed. I can feel your stress rising, Ryan. Nothing has to happen if you don’t want it to.”

“Thing is, I do. I really want it to.”

The water flowed over me, washing away my anxious sweat.

I didn’t know why I was so in my feelings about something I’d offered to do.

Knowing Mal like I did, he would never have asked me to do this, especially if he knew I was uncomfortable.

He even left me to shower on my own, sensing I needed to get my head on straight and could only do that by myself.

I knew he was waiting for me in the bedroom, already showered and likely setting the scene. He’d loved the flameless candles at our picnic dinner, so I imagined he had them spread over our bedroom.

Our. It sounded so right to consider what was my room as ours. Same as the apartment. It was our home. Mal kept it looking nice for us all. It was as much his home as it was mine.

By the time I was perfectly clean, my mind had settled. This was the guy I was nuts about. He’d make sure I was having the best time or it wouldn’t happen. I was safe with Mal.

When I strolled into the bedroom, the space was exactly how I’d imagined. Lots of the flameless candles were dotted around the room, the main light was off, casting us in the candlelight. The comforter was at the bottom of the bed, and the lube was waiting on the nightstand.

Mal was lounging on the bed, looking like a lazy tiger ready to devour its prey. When he looked at me like that, I was ready to be devoured.

“Come, lie down on the bed. Drop the towel,” he commanded with a smirk. “Let me make you feel good.”

I did as I was told, taking my place next to him.

He reached for me, turning my face toward him so he could kiss me.

It started off gently, then became something more demanding as I opened to his tongue.

I let him lead the way, enjoying the feeling of his lips on mine and his fingertips brushing over my skin.

He plucked at my nipples, making me hiss against his lips. When the pain settled, the ache was sweet. His hand found my cock, almost fully hard, and teased it with a gentle stroke.

“Mal,” I groaned.

“Onto your front. I need to open you up.”

Surely he needed me to be on my back? Still, I did what I was told and was rewarded with the weight of Mal’s body blanketing me. He trailed kisses over my neck, my back, down to my ass.

I flinched when he pushed my ass cheeks apart. “Mal.”

“Trust me. It will feel good.”

At the first swipe of his tongue over my hole, I moaned. The feeling was strange, yet really fucking good. I didn’t want to stop.

On and on, Mal licked and sucked at my hole, then he plunged his tongue inside. I bit back a curse. Damn, this felt amazing! He carried on licking until I felt a finger inside me. The first thing I noticed was the absence of pain. All it felt was good.

Sinking into the feeling, I felt like I was floating on a cloud of bliss. I knew when Mal added another finger, but still it didn’t hurt. It had to have been magic. I should have trusted him to protect me from even the slightest pain.

Mal’s body blanketed mine once more. “Hmm, you’re going to feel amazing around me.” He nuzzled and kissed my neck before pushing his cock inside me.

There was a flash of pain, just the slightest burn. I must have tensed because soon, it was gone, my body relaxed.

“That’s it. Fuck, you are perfect, Ryan. Taking me so well.” He drew me up to my knees. “I’d much rather see your face, but this position is better for your first time.”

“Want to see you, too.”

He pulled out and helped me turn over. Spreading my legs, I bared myself to him. “You are so damn sexy,” he muttered. He raised my legs onto his shoulders and eased inside once more.

The angle was amazing, hitting that spot inside with every thrust. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams with each pump of his hips. I could barely breathe, I felt so full. It was like he was so deep inside me, I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

Each thrust sent me soaring towards my orgasm. I didn’t even need to touch my cock. My release was right there, hurtling closer, almost within reach. I moaned out his name, sounding fucked out.

Mal changed the angle, settled my legs over to the side and laid down over me so he could kiss me. The change in position, the way he hit my prostate, and the kiss were all I needed to fall over the edge.

I came harder than I ever had before. I couldn’t even see. All I heard was Mal’s broken moan of my name before I felt him pulse inside me.

We lay there together, Mal still inside me, for a while. I couldn’t believe I’d loved that as much as I had. Not that I should have been surprised, this was Mal. Of course, he had a magic touch.

“Are you alright?” Mal asked as he pulled out of me. With a blink, I was cleaned up and dressed in a pair of boxer briefs. “Any pain?”

“None.” I drew him into my arms to kiss him. When we broke apart, I said, “We have to do that again.”

Mal laughed. “As often as you like.”