Page 35 of Magick and Lead (Dragons and Aces #2)
ESSA
I slipped off my panties.
“You’re drunk,” Charlie growled. “I don’t know if we should…
” but his body betrayed his words. Desire radiated off him in waves.
I reached down and grasped him through his pants, finding him full and ready, his length hard as a sword grip against my palm.
He gave a ragged gasp as I brought my lips close to his ear.
“I am Irska of the Maethalian Skrathan, and this is part of my mission. If you try to stop me, gods help you...”
I squeezed his cock, making him wince with longing.
“Essa,” he warned. “If we do this…”
My hand was already at his belt. Suzie was beside us, watching hungrily, her hand working fast between her legs.
I yanked Charlie’s pants downward, revealing his swollen length. I grabbed his hips, pulling him towards me.
“If you’re really asking me to do this,” he started, but I brought his face to mine, our lips and teeth clashing in a ravenous kiss.
“I’m not asking,” I said.
And I wasn’t. I was ordering him. Commanding him. Capturing him.
He wasn’t just a poet. He was an ace, and he wasn’t one to go down without a fight. But I knew I could break him. I traced a fingertip over his swollen head, making him moan. With a snarl, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it back.
His other hand reached down, his fingers feathering up my slit, teasing me the way I’d just teased him.
“I don’t take orders,” he said. “You want me, you’ll have to beg.”
His fingers kept moving, moving in circles around the center of my pleasure. But they were maddeningly light. I needed more. I trembled for it, my back arching against the sheets. But I wasn’t begging him. No way I would do that…
His lips brushed against mine, just a suggestion of a kiss. Then his mouth was moving down, down, across the taut skin of my breast, to one stiff nipple. His tongue pressed against it, slow and hard. Between my legs, his hand moved slightly faster.
I’d been holding my breath so long that the world was getting hazy.
I wanted him. Needed him, now. I tried to reach down to grab his shaft and pull him inside me, but he still held my wrist pinned to the bed. I tried to fight free, but he was too strong. The veins of his forearm stood out as he held me fast.
I had no choice but to beg.
“Please,” the word whispered from between my lips.
Then I repeated it in his mind with the force of simnal, where there could be no lie, no mistake. Please.
I didn’t have to ask him again.
I felt him there at my entrance, hard, throbbing.
My thighs pushed apart wider as he pressed into me in one slow, inexorable thrust. Deep.
So deep a sound came out of me, a roar, a scream, a sob—I didn’t know what it was.
All I knew was him. Filling me. Overflowing me.
Making me wetter than I’d ever been before.
For a moment, he stayed there, deep as he could go. Then he moved, a slow, circular grinding of his hips, and I felt heat rising through me, making me moan again.
Suzie whimpered next to us, her hand moving faster now. I reached over, running a thumb over one stiff nipple as she arched her back, hissing with pleasure.
But I soon forgot her pleasure, because my own was rising like a tide. Charlie gave a ragged moan, moving faster now, his full desire unleashed at last. I felt him, his hardness a match for the slickness of my own wanting that left my thighs soaked and my legs trembling.
Pleasure burned through me, a throbbing between my legs, a sweet ache in my belly. I felt pleasure rising, nearing its summit.
Then, he stopped.
I blinked up like a woman coming out of a trance to find his dark blue eyes an inch away from mine.
“Say you forgive me,” he said.
“What?” I hissed.
Next to us, Suzie gave a warbling cry, her breasts jiggling as she worked herself toward climax—where I wanted to be, too. It was hot, seeing her like that. And I felt the frustration like the sting of a nettle.
Charlie brushed his fingers over my cheek, and it brought my attention back to him, to his eyes, which were so full of so many unspoken feelings.
“I love you, Essaphine,” he whispered. “I will always love you.”
“You’re drunk,” I said.
“I would write the vow and sign it in my own blood. I would die for you, Essa. I would.”
I gave a twist of my hips, and his face crumpled in ecstasy.
“There’s one thing I want from you right now,” I said. “And it’s not your death. Now finish me. ”
His mouth quirked in a grin. “Is that another order, Irska?”
I gave his lips the gentlest lick.
“It’s a threat,” I said.
My hand went to his ass, and I pulled him deeper into me with all my strength.
For a second, he resisted. Then he was moving, hips as graceful as a dancer’s as he pressed into me with long, deep strokes that made my mouth drop open in a silent scream.
His fingers traced down my belly, down, down, to the most sensitive place—the one we in Maethalia called the dragon’s heart.
His fingertips feathered over it, teasing, and I moaned again.
Next to us, Suzie’s legs were shaking, one hand on her breast, the other working furiously between her legs. She must’ve finished herself several times already, but she brought herself to a peak again, her eyes locked on Charlie and me, a thin scream rising from her lips.
“Finish me,” I begged in Charlie’s ear again. “Now.”
His hand moved faster, fingers making tiny, quick circles, and he somehow pressed into me even deeper.
It was more than I’d ever felt before—almost too much.
I peaked, a high moan rising from my lips as I pulled his hips toward me once more, the pleasure rising over me in waves.
But he didn’t stop. He kept going, like the engines of one of those necromancer machines.
And I kept going too, rising to a tremulous summit of pleasure. Then again. And again and again.
I never wanted it to end. But I couldn’t keep going like this. The muscles in my legs were cramping. I could hardly breathe.
At last, Charlie brought his forehead to mine.
“I want you to look at me, Essa,” he said, his voice deep and ragged. “I want you to see how much I love you.”
He gave another slow thrust, and his mouth fell open silently as I felt him let go inside me, throbbing into me, filling me with heat. Even as his desire burned its hottest, he never took his eyes off mine.
For a long, long time, we both lay there, forehead to forehead, kissing slowly, our lips slick with sweat. Slowly, reality came seeping back in.
We were in a strange girl’s apartment.
We couldn’t trust each other.
At the end of all this, I’d have to kill Charlie to free his dragon—and to get my revenge.
Charlie sat up and gave a deep sigh, as if he, too, were coming back to himself.
We both looked over at Suzie. She lay sprawled across one side of the bed in only her panties, snoring softly. We looked at one another. We didn’t need simnal to understand we were thinking the same thing.
“Search the place,” I said.
“Right.”
A moment later, we were both on our feet.
I hastily pulled on my dress, and Charlie pulled up his pants—but left his shirt off, keeping the upper half of his body distractingly bare.
I tore my eyes away from his lean, muscled arms and began opening dresser drawers while he headed off into the living room.
Hardly a minute later, he called me.
“Essa! I got it.”
I entered to find him standing at a small wooden desk, holding up a notebook.
“Her planner. It’s got the whole schedule laid out. See?” he pointed to a page. “Kortoi, Kortoi, Kortoi… It’s got everywhere he’s going to be for the next two days, then…”
He frowned at the page, and I looked at it, too. Kortoi’s ship departs, 6:05 AM.
“Then he leaves,” I said. “That doesn’t give us much time.”
We looked at one another
“No,” Charlie agreed. “But it’ll have to be enough.”
He snatched up a pad of paper and began scribbling down notes from the planner while I grabbed the rest of our things from the bedroom, where Suzie still peacefully slept.
As I stepped back into the living room— boom, boom, boom.
A knock at the door.
Charlie gave me a wide-eyed look, and I tossed him his shirt. He jerked it over his head as he made his way to the door and peered out the peephole.
When he turned back to me, his face had gone a shade paler.
“It’s Kitty,” he hissed. “And she brought friends.”