Page 8 of Spice (Unhinged Holidays #1)

Five

Willow

I lie on the altar, naked and sweaty, tangled up in Ezra. The symbols on both my skin and his are still glowing faintly. The sigils that appeared on the walls are sparkling softly, looking like portals into a faraway galaxy.

Everything about this is completely surreal, and yet not. It’s a dizzying feeling, trying to make sense of it. The second Ezra pushed inside me, it was like I could see his entire life. Every piece of him. I feel like I’ve known him my entire life.

I feel like my soul is wrapped around his.

I run my fingers over his muscled chest, playing in the smattering of dark hair covering his pecs. He’s in remarkably good shape for a warlock his age.

“We didn’t even get your pants off,” I observe, glancing down the length of his gloriously sexy body.

He chuckles softly, glancing down at where his pants are still tangled around his ankles. “Not quite, no. I was too caught up in you to waste time undressing fully.”

Our eyes meet, and then we’re kissing, slow and unhurried. He cradles me against him like I’m the most precious thing in the world. His hope is a tangible thing, shimmering in his aura.

“Did we do it? Did we break the curse?” I ask, pulling away.

“Not yet,” he says, dragging his fingers down my side. The symbols on my hips flare as his fingers pass by them. “We’ll need to do that again. At least once more.”

“Oh, darn,” I say with a little giggle, and Ezra kisses me again.

The energy between us sparks and intensifies, and my giggles dissolve into a moan as Ezra’s tongue strokes against mine.

Sparks dance across my skin everywhere he touches me.

And I don’t mean metaphorical ones. Actual sparks, in shades of pink and lavender, flare to life whenever his skin meets mine.

“I can feel you in my blood,” he breathes, kissing my neck. “Your emotions, your lust. Everything.”

I tilt my head, giving him better access. “I can feel you, too.”

“The bond’s intensifying,” he says. Even his breath on my skin makes tiny sparks jump and flicker.

“From the ritual? Or from…” The mating bond. To say it out loud feels big and scary.

“I can’t be sure. But, time will tell.” He scrapes his teeth over my earlobe and I shudder, tingles erupting across my skin.

I slide my hands over his chest, down his hard, flat stomach and to the gorgeous cock between his legs, still mostly hard.

I wrap my fingers around him and stroke, then gasp and arch when I feel the phantom sensation of fingers on my clit.

“What…” I stroke his cock again, and sure enough the sensation pulses between my legs a second time. “Am I feeling what you’re feeling?”

“Mmmhmm,” he groans. “When I kiss your neck, it’s like your lips on me, too. Your pleasure is mine, and vice versa. We’re bonded together.”

“Forever?”

“Maybe.” He toys with my nipple and then groans softly. I make a note to play with Ezra’s nipples. “How would you feel about that? If we were bonded mates?”

“I…” Panic rises in my chest, but along with the panic, there’s something else. Something softer and sweeter. “I can think of worse fates,” I say, stroking his cock.

Ezra’s mouth claims mine again, his kiss deep and desperate. I frown slightly as the taste of his kiss shifts. There’s a bitter edge to the sweetness I’m already addicted to.

It’s a secret. There’s something he’s not telling me. He knows I can sense it, the truth he’s been keeping from me. We’re a closed magical loop, feeling each other, reacting to each other. Secrets are impossible now.

He pulls away, his breath ragged, eyes stormy with desire and something else. Something darker.

“Willow,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “The ritual… it requires more than just sex. I have to breed you. The curse won’t break unless I put a child in you.”

I gasp, shock and arousal coursing through me like wildfire at his admission.

It’s like he’s unlocked something in me, and dark pink light blazes between us.

When I speak, my voice takes on an echo-like quality.

Now that I know the full truth, it’s as though something deep and primal has sprung to life inside me. I meet Ezra’s stormy eyes.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Ezra’s control snaps. He flips me over, hands gripping my hips as he pushes my knees apart. The altar beneath us trembles, the furniture in the room begins to shake, and a window cracks, the sound sharp and sudden. The air boils with magic, thick and heady, as Ezra’s true power surges forth.

He leans over me, teeth scraping against my neck. “Say you’re mine,” he snarls, the sound more beast than man. “Say you want me to breed you.”

A whimper escapes my lips, my body aching with need. “I’m yours. Breed me. Fuck a baby into me, please. Please.”

Ezra growls, a sound that makes my back arch like a cat in heat.

He’s unleashed, raw and primal, as he thrusts his massive cock into me with a force that pushes all the air out of my lungs.

The room explodes with magic as he starts to fuck me hard and rough, his hips slamming into my ass.

Each thrust is a claim, a promise, a sealing of our fate.

The magic is binding us together, the ancient power within me rising to meet his.

His hands grip my hips tight enough to bruise as he shoves me onto his cock with every thrust. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, a primal rhythm that echoes through the house.

The symbols on my skin flare to life, glowing brighter with each powerful thrust. His magic is hot and electric, pouring into me, filling me up.

My womb stretches, opening, getting ready to accommodate the gift he’s going to give me.

I feel like a fertile goddess participating in an ancient spring rite, ripe and ready to create life.

He growls again, his pace increasing, each thrust deeper than the last. The slide of his cock in and out of my clenching, drenched pussy is exquisite.

The room shakes around us, the magic building to a crescendo.

I can feel it, the moment when our magic merges, when my body opens to him, ready to accept life.

It’s a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

“Willow,” Ezra groans, his voice ragged. “You’re mine. Forever.”

Ezra’s grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh like he’s claiming territory.

His cock thrusts into me, hard and relentless, each stroke igniting a firestorm of pleasure that threatens to consume me whole.

The room is alive with our magic, the air crackling with an electric charge that makes my hair stand on end.

“You feel incredible,” Ezra growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “So tight, so wet. You’re perfect, Willow. Fucking perfect.”

I can’t respond, can’t do anything but moan and gasp as he takes me, his cock filling me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way.

Books tumble from the shelves, their pages fluttering open as they hit the floor, caught in the whirlwind of our magic.

The curtains billow, blown by a wind that doesn’t exist, the fabric straining against the rod as if trying to break free.

Ezra’s hand snakes around my hip, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.

He starts to rub, his touch firm and insistent, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through me.

It’s too much, too intense, but I can’t get enough.

I’m an overstimulated mess, but I still want more.

I push back against him, meeting his thrusts, begging.

“Please,” I whimper, my voice barely audible over the roar of the magical storm around us. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping until I’ve filled you,” Ezra snarls, his hips moving faster, his cock driving into me with a force that leaves me breathless.

“Not until the curse breaks. Not until you’re mine, utterly and completely.

I’m going to fill you with cum until you’re dripping with me.

Until I’ve filled your ripe little cunt to overflowing. ”

His words make me moan and writhe, bucking back against him. I want that. All of that. I don’t care that I only met him a few hours ago. My past feels irrelevant in the face of my future.

The magic builds, the pressure inside me growing with each stroke of his cock, each circle of his fingers on my clit. I’m hovering on the edge of orgasm yet again, my mind a blur of pleasure and need.

“Ezra!” I scream, my voice breaking as the first wave of orgasm hits me. My body convulses, my pussy clamping down on his cock, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me, keeps rubbing my clit, drawing out the pleasure until it’s almost unbearable. I’m sobbing and moaning as I come.

“That’s it, Willow,” he growls, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

I do, again and again, each orgasm more intense than the last as he sets off the most beautiful chain reaction of pleasure-pain. The room shakes around us, the magic a living thing, fed by our pleasure, fueled by our connection.

Every orgasm that rips through me sends a shockwave through the room.

A painting on the far wall catches fire, flames licking up the canvas, but Ezra snuffs it out with a quick, spoken spell, his voice guttural and raw.

The floor trembles beneath us, the walls groaning as if the very house is being consumed by our passion.

My skin glows with an otherworldly light, the symbols on my skin pulsing with each thrust of Ezra’s hips.

He’s chanting in that ancient language again, the words vibrating through me, heightening every sensation.

I’m wrecked, writhing beneath him, my body a playground for his pleasure. A fertile breeding ground.

Ezra’s fucking me like a man possessed, his hips pistoning with wild abandon. Each stroke is deep and hard, filling me completely, stretching me to the limit. His cock is a brand, searing me from the inside out, marking me as his.

He leans over me, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my shoulder. The pain is sharp and sudden, but it’s quickly eclipsed by a wave of pleasure so intense it steals my breath. He’s marking me, claiming me, and I’m powerless to resist.

Not that I’d want to, anyway.

Ezra’s cock swells inside me, his body tensing as he nears his own release. But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. He continues to fuck me, hard and deep, his hips moving with a primal rhythm that speaks to the very heart of me.

“You’re mine, Willow,” he growls, his voice barely recognizable. “Mine to fuck, mine to breed. Mine forever.”

His words send me spiraling over the edge again, my body convulsing around him, my magic surging out of control.

The room responds in kind, the air crackling with energy, the walls shaking as if in the throes of an earthquake.

Ezra’s chanting grows louder, more insistent, his voice a dark melody that weaves through the chaos.

The altar groans, the stone splitting down the middle with a deafening crack. Ezra and I tumble to the floor, his arms cradling me as he cushions me with his body. The room is a storm of magic, the air thick with it, the walls groaning as if they might collapse around us.

We reach for each other at the same time, and within seconds, I’m riding him, taking his thick cock deep inside me. I’m moaning so loudly it’s almost a shout, my voice hoarse and raw, as I come and come, my pussy clamping down on his cock, my release squirting out like a fucking firehose.

“Ezra!” I scream again, my body convulsing, my magic pouring out of me in a wild, uncontrollable torrent.

The room is chaos, bottles on shelves shattering, the house shaking, the very air crackling with power.

Outside, pumpkins explode, the sound like distant gunshots, the pulp and seeds splattering against the windows like gruesome Halloween confetti.

Ezra roars, his voice a primal, animal sound. His cock swells inside me, his body tensing, and then he comes, his release hot and thick, pulsing into me, filling me until I’m overflowing.

The magic erupts around us, a dome of pure, raw power, the air shimmering with it. Ezra’s cock is still pulsing inside me, his release seemingly endless, my pussy milking him, drawing out every last drop.

We collapse in a tangled heap of limbs, our skin glowing with the aftermath of our magic.

The altar is in shards around us, the stone cracked and broken.

His chest heaves against mine, his breath ragged, his heart pounding.

My own heart is racing, my body slick with sweat and magic and Ezra’s cum as it leaks out of me.

I’m aware of his magic inside me, a warm, pulsing presence, mingling with my own. The bond between us is a living thing, a cord of pure, unadulterated power, tying us together.

“I’m never letting you go, little witch,” Ezra says after a moment. The magic around us quiets. Calms. “I don’t think I could if I tried.”

I turn to him, meeting his eyes. A hot shiver passes through me, like a warm wind ghosting over my skin. “Then don’t.”

He kisses me, and it tastes like forever.