Page 22 of Spark of Sorcery

“Well, believe it,” I growl, scraping my teeth down her throat. Then kissing where I’ve made the skin red, my fingers sinking into the flesh of her waist, holding her in place, making it clear I won’t be letting her go.

She whimpers a little, rubbing herself against my stiffening cock. “I don’t know if I forgive you. I don’t know if I should.”

“You should,” I murmur against her skin, sucking on her pulse point. “You should really really forgive me and you should let me make it up to you.”

From the corner of my eye I catch the time blinking on the dashboard. I’m already late. Staying behind to mess around with her in my car is going to make me really fucking late.

I’m finding it exceedingly hard to give a shit.

I lift her skirt and slide my hands into her panties, squeezing her ass cheeks before I slide my fingers between her thighs. She’s wet and I groan.

Yeah, I’m going to be late – really fucking late.

Her hands bunch into fists in my shirt as I stroke along the seam of her pussy lips, teasing her. Then I part her foldsand thrum my thumb against her stiff little nub, kissing up and down her neck. Her legs start to shake and her skin flush. I can feel the heat of it against my lips.

“Ohhh,” she moans, her nails digging deep into my chest. “Ohhh.”

“See what you were missing, little thrall? See how good I make you feel?”

I nip at her throat and then I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her hard as she comes against my thumb, sliding my fingers inside her pussy, loving how wet and warm and soft she feels, how tightly she squeezes around my fingers as she rides her orgasm.

I pump my fingers in and out of her, the sound sloppy and obscene, forcing a second orgasm from her body, watching transfixed as she bucks and jolts on my lap.

When she’s ridden it completely, she collapses against me panting and sated. I brush the stray wisps of hair that have come loose from her braid away from her ear and whisper, “That was just a taster, little thrall, when I come back tomorrow, I’m going to fuck you properly.”

She rocks back to look me in the face, another one of those frowns on her face.

“You’re not going to fuck me now?” She grinds my fingers on her pussy and my cock twitches in my pants.

There’s nothing more that I want to do. Especially as I’ll be riding home with a stiff cock and aching balls.

I groan, eyes flicking back to the clock. I should have left an hour ago. I can’t delay any longer.

“Tomorrow,” I promise. “We’re going to be escorting you to the ball.”

“Of course,” she says, my fingers still inside her because I don’t want to remove them, “you do have to ask me first. You never know, someone might already have askedme.”

I grin. “And if they have, I will kill them.”

The humor doesn’t go down well, she frowns even harder and despite my best attempts to keep her where she is, wriggles off my lap.

“It was a joke,” I tell her.

“Was it?” she says.

But I don’t feel like descending into another argument. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck at my fingers. The musky sweet flavor dissolves across my tongue.

“Thorne is staying at the academy. If you need anything …” I tell her, and then I rev the engine up and drive her back to the academy. “We’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow,” I call as she climbs out of my car, her cheeks still rosy from those orgasms. “Be ready.”

Chapter Nine

Briony

“You were gone a long time,” Fly says, eyeing me with suspicion when I find him hanging out with Clare in her room later. “Hmmm … and you have that flush about you.”

“What flush about me?” I say. “I don’t have a flush about me.”

Clare adjusts her glasses and steps in closer to take a better look at me. “You do.”