Page 157 of Spark of Sorcery

“Only if you take yours off too.”

“That sounds like a bargain,” Dray says, rolling upwards so our bodies are flush together. Then he’s reaching down for the hem of my shirt, dragging it up my body.

“Don’t stop, little thrall,” Beaufort says, and I grind against Dray as he snaps off my bra and yanks his own shirt over his head.

Immediately, I feel the warmth of his skin against mine. He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, and I trace my fingers over the inks on his back, my breasts pressed against him, my nipples rubbing over the muscular planes of his chest.

He nibbles at my throat, his fingers sinking into the cheeks of my ass and I follow the inks up his back to his shoulder, running the pads of my fingers over the gnarled scar of his shoulder.

He gasps.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“No, Kitten. It feels good.”

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth, then he’s reaching under my skirt, reaching between us to find my clit. He presses his thumb against it, magic humming, and I cry out again.

“Gonna come, now, Kitten. Gonna come for me,” he nips at my ear, “and for him. Let’s give him a fucking good show.”

Then he’s rolling back down and his magic vibrates against me.

I buck up and down on his cock, my breasts bouncing with me, his magic vibrating my clit and the pressure inside me builds.

“Ooooh,” I moan, leaning back and resting my hands onhis strong thighs, thrusting my pussy forward, grinding against his thumb.

“Such a good girl,” Beaufort groans.

“So fucking good,” Dray says. He winks at me and then his magic sparks more violently against my clit. It’s too much, I come in a rush of feeling, my head falling backwards, my vision whitening and a hundred million sensations of pleasure swimming through every part of my body.

Below me, Dray thrusts up into my convulsing pussy and then his cock twitches inside me and I feel the rush of something hot and liquid.

His own head falls back against the floor, and for a moment shadows sparkle in the air around his body. His mouth curls into a sedated grin and he groans.

“Fuck, yes,” he mutters, holding me firmly in place as his cock twitches again and again, more liquid flooding my pussy.

Catching my breath, I peer over my shoulder, back towards Beaufort.

He’s sitting in the center of the chair now, hands gripping the arms. There’s no color left in his eyes.

“Come here, little thrall,” he says.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Beaufort

Dray rolls up, Briony still straddling his lap like a damn queen, and slurps his tongue right up her throat.

“Go on,” he says, tweaking her left nipple, “be a good little kitten for once and do what he says, huh?”

She gives him one of her bratty scowls but to my delight, scrambles up onto her knees and then stumbles up onto her feet. She’s giddy from her orgasms and that fucking, her skin damp with sweat and her cheeks flushed a rosy red.

Dray flops back and tucks his hands behind his head, his now flaccid dick, resting against his thigh. My guess? With what I have planned for our little mate, he’ll be hard again in a minute.

I hold out my hand and she pads towards me, wearing just her skirt and her panties.

When she reaches out for my hand, I pull her right inclose, so she’s standing between my knees. I reach up and cup her face, tracing my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips.

“Fuck, you look wrecked, sweetheart. Fucking wrecked. Can I wreck you too?”