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CHAPTER 23

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S aint lets out a bitter laugh. “Z and his inner circle took turns beating on me until I was a broken, bloody mess. They left me for dead in a grimy warehouse in a random city. The only reason I survived was my magic. Thankfully, I got mixed up with normal humans, not mages. I probably wouldn’t be here today if I had.”

The thought of Saint not being here absolutely shreds my heart. I throw my leg over his and climb on top of him so that I can hug him with my whole body. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? I’m the one who made those choices, and I had to live with the consequences.” Saint’s voice is filled with so much self-loathing that it makes me feel like I’m going to cry. Instead, I just cling to him tighter as I try to make him feel better. “There aren’t a ton of places hiring for my specific set of skills, so it was a no-brainer to say yes when Rhys approached me about working for him.”

I press a kiss to his neck, and he shudders underneath me. “Working for Elemental, do you have a nine-to-five schedule, or do you work at random hours?”

Saint shakes his head, the movement brushing his hair over my forehead. “I only work for them in a freelancer capacity. I also work for a couple other mage intelligence places as well. But I do have an odd schedule when I’m doing jobs. It’s definitely not the nine-to-five type of job.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

He’s silent as he plays with my hair for a moment. “Yeah, I think so. I like getting to help people, but it can be hard when ops aren’t successful. It’s pretty devastating not to be able to find someone. Or, worse, find them but not in time. That’s what I was so fucking scared was going to happen with you.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper for what feels like the millionth time in the past week. I hate how much I hurt my mates when all I was trying to do was help them.

“I can’t even be mad at you because I would’ve done the same thing if the roles were reversed.” I huff a laugh, but don’t say anything as I enjoy the feel of his hard body underneath mine. Moving my hips around to try to find a comfortable place, I startle when his hands snake out to still my hips. “Stop moving, little shadow.”

I lift up to stare at him in concern. “Did I hurt you?”

He lets out a strained laugh. “No, but rubbing your little pussy all over my dick is testing my control.”

My cheeks flush, and heat pools low in my core at the thought of how good Saint’s cock would feel in me. “Oh. What if I want you to lose control?” I grind my hips back and forth over him, as much as I can with his iron grip still holding me in place.

He groans as he thrusts up against me a few times before stilling. Gritting his teeth, Saint pins me with a challenging look. “You want me to fuck you, baby? You want me to lose control and shove my cock so far into your pussy you’ll feel me for days?”

My eyes widen at his dirty questions. It’s not what I expected with Saint not having much experience. Not that I mind. Not at all.

I have to swallow a few times past my suddenly dry throat before I can get any words out. “And if that’s exactly what I want?”

Tunneling his fingers through my hair, Saint pulls me down to slam his lips onto mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and twines around mine. I do my best to keep up, but Saint expertly controls the kiss.

After several moments, he pulls back, biting my bottom lip hard enough to make me yelp. I clench my thighs as arousal snakes up my spine at the pleasure mixed with pain. He flashes me a smug grin when I stare at him in shock. Darting his tongue out, he soothes the already fading sting and licks the bit of blood that welled up. “Still want me to lose control, little shadow?”

Shaking myself out of my surprise, I level him with an unimpressed look. “You’ll need to try harder than that if you wanna scare me. All that did was make me want you more.” I reach down between us and shove one hand in his jeans. I rub the heel of my palm against his very hard cock and grin when he moans. “I can take anything you throw at me, Saint.”

He glances at the clock on his bedside table. “We have time, but we need to make it quick. That okay with you?”

I’m nodding before he even finishes. “Yeah. Are you okay with your first time being a quickie?”

Snorting, Saint nods. “I don’t give a fuck about my first time. As long as it’s with you, I’ll be happy with a quickie or spending hours worshiping your beautiful body.” I blush at his complement, and he gives me a soft smile before smacking my ass lightly. “Now get naked and come sit on my face.”

I gape at him, not expecting my sweet Saint to order me to do that. He spanks my other ass cheek, and I shake myself out of my shock. Clambering off him, I slowly undress, still feeling a little awkward being naked in front of people.

I must take too long because once I’m kneeling there in just my undies and bra, Saint fists the pink lace of my panties and rips them off me. “Saint!”

He looks at me innocently, like he didn’t just tear my underwear off. “What? You were taking too long. Now c’mere, baby.” Hooking an arm around my waist, Saint hauls me over to him and holds me steady as I hesitantly straddle him. He reaches up and unhooks my bra before tossing it to the side. With his hands on my ass, he pushes me until I’m over his face.

I hover there, unsure what to do. No guy had ever eaten me out before the Wyldharts, so this is all still new to me. It’s a brand-new experience for Saint, but he seems confident as he pulls me lower until his tongue can dart out and swipe through my folds.

Jerking in surprise, I grab the bars of the wrought iron headboard to steady myself. Saint wastes no time diving in. While he isn’t as experienced as my other mates, he’s a quick study. He pays attention to what makes me squirm and moan, and he has me coming on his face in record time.

My thighs clench around his head as my climax rips through me, and he has to hold me up as I get lost in how good it feels. When I come back to myself, Saint’s staring up at me, and I can see myself glistening on his lips.

I shakily climb off him, and Saint jackknifes up once he’s free and takes my lips in a passionate kiss. I can taste myself on him, and surprisingly, I don’t mind it. The possessive part of me loves covering him in my orgasm and scent. He reluctantly releases me from the kiss and whips off his shirt. I’m momentarily transfixed by all the ridges and dips of his ripped abs.

Saint’s husky chuckle breaks my staring contest with his muscles. A faint blush creeps up my cheeks at being caught ogling him. As I watch, he pushes down his jeans and boxers but doesn’t bother getting fully undressed.

I eye his dick appreciatively. While it’s not as girthy as my other mates’, his cock is longer and still plenty thick.

He reaches over to snag my hand and pull me to him so that I’m once again straddling him. As he lines his erection up with my entrance, I move my hips to coat him in my wetness before I ask, “You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

I don’t want him to get lost in the moment and regret this later. I’m willing to wait for as long as it takes for him to be ready.

Saint gives me a grin that lights up his whole face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything, little shadow. As long as you want this, it’s exactly what I want. As I said, I don’t need something special for my first time. All I need is you.”

I shake my head at him because I don’t know how that could even be a question. “Of course I want you, Saint.”

He holds me by the waist and shoves me down part of the way onto him. We both groan as the head of his cock breaches my entrance. I lower onto him inch by inch, and how big he feels steals my breath.

When I’m seated all the way, I raggedly exhale and try to adjust to him. Saint has other ideas, because he pulls his hips back and drives into me. I gasp at his short but deep thrust, which makes him smile smugly as he does it again.

He helps me move up and down on him as he continues to slam into me. Brushing a thumb over my clit each time I drop down, Saint steadily drives me toward another orgasm. When I feel the pleasure crash over me, I squeeze my eyes shut, and my rhythm stutters. He takes over and glides me up and down him as he pounds into me harder and faster than before, making my climax seem to go on forever.

When I eventually open my eyes, I see Saint with his head thrown back and his jaw clenched.

“I’ve already come twice, so you don’t need to hold yourself back,” I pant as his harsh thrusting makes me spiral toward another orgasm.

“No,” he growls, sounding more like the Wyldharts than my normally even-tempered mage. “I want another one.”

“Saint…” I trail off, unsure if I can even come again.

“Give it to me,” he demands as he pinches my clit. The bite of pain has me crying out, so Saint does it again. I shatter on top of him with a shout. I squeeze my eyes shut as wave after wave of pleasure sweeps over me that’s so good it hurts.

When I finally surface from my climax, I collapse in a sweaty heap on Saint’s chest. He keeps thrusting in me before his smooth rhythm turns jerky. Groaning my name, Saint finishes, his warm cum shooting inside me. His hips buck a few times before eventually stilling.

Saint runs his hands over my bare back soothingly as we both come down from our climaxes. “Was that good for you?” I murmur into his neck.

He snorts. “Good is a fucking understatement, little shadow. That was amazing.” I lie on top of him for a long moment with him still inside me, both of us enjoying the closeness. Eventually he turns his head to check the time and groans. “We should probably get to Nan’s.”