Sinful Magic (25 page)

He turned to look at her, his gaze so hot, she should have gotten sunburned. “I’m going to take you into my arms and give you as much as you need to release your magic. And then I’m going to give you more, and more, until we’re both exhausted. Even then, Roxy, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” He shifted his gaze back to the dark road. “I just don’t fucking know.”

Her chakras trembled in response, pressure growing along her spine. Her schema itched violently, and it felt like her pores were opening, seeking, making even her skin ache.

His hand tightened on her fingers. “Hang on, we’re almost there.”

She shifted in the seat, trying to focus. “Where?”

He turned down a city street where a huge walled compound took up a block. “Mural Maze.” He pulled up to the gate and used his BlackBerry to code something in, and the massive, solid wood gate slid open.

“I’ve heard of this place. Like a museum of graffiti, owned by the city or the homeless shelter or something.”

“I know the owner, he won’t care.” He pulled in and shut the gate, parking in a concrete lot off to the right.

She could only see what the lights from the truck illuminated. There were rows of concrete walls zigzagging, turning, and doubling back. She couldn’t see well enough to make out the art on the walls. “Only select people get in here. Are you sure this is okay?”

“Positive.”

She wasn’t completely stupid. “You own this, don’t you? You bought up all this land

” The sheer magnitude of it dazzled her. “Why do you keep it secret?”

He turned off the truck and got out.

Roxy reached for her door handle but he was already there, pulling it open. “Because it would ruin it for the artists. I don’t want my fame overshadowing their work. I have all the attention I want with Dyfyr.”

Sitting up in the truck, she was eye level with him. She turned, her knees brushing against his stomach. “You really mean that.” He cared about these young artists. It wrapped around her heart as it fully sank in who this man was. She reached out and laid her hand on his chest. Through the T-shirt, she felt the heat of him and the dragon.

A deep groan rumbled up his chest.

The contact rippled through her fingers, up her arm and hit her chakras. Her magic exploded out, racing through her. She gasped, bending forward at that sheer power with little control.

Key reached in and swept her up off the seat. “Put your legs around me.” She heard the door slam and then he broke into a run, moving so fast that the walls covered in art blurred as he raced through the maze. With her arms around his neck, her body pressed to his chest, and her legs around his hips, she felt his muscles working effortlessly, churning up the ground.

It was strangely beautiful, the two of them alone in this concrete museum with the night sky opened above them and the only light from the moon.

He burst out of the maze and slowed, then stopped.

They were in a square space of land, covered in lush grass surrounding a huge fountain in the center with multiple jets spraying up from different angles. A two-foot tiled bench surrounded the pond. She could smell the chlorine. “It’s a park in the middle of a concrete jungle.” So like Kieran; hard, with little spots of softness. Like his art, and what he was doing for these kids. That he brought her here, to such a special place

She looked down into his face. “I can do this.”

“We can. Together.” He walked to the fountain while holding her, bent his knees, braced her with one hand and flipped a tile open with the other. He pulled out a black velvet bag.

She stared at it, feeling the brush of energy ripple over her skin, inflaming her with heat and magic. “The Tear?”

“Yes.” He shoved it into his pocket, put the tile back, then slid his hands down until he cupped her ass. “I can feel the heat of you through your jeans.” He pressed the hard ridge of his cock against her. “Unbutton your shirt for me. Take it off. I want to see the moonlight on you.”

The heat grew in her schema and spread. She quickly undid the row of buttons, then slid the shirt off and let it fall.

“Bra,” his voice was dry.

She released the front snap and her breasts, heavy with desire, sprang free. The cool night air dampened by the fountain rushed over her bare skin, and the white light of the moon filled her pores. Roxy tilted back, trusting him to hold her.

Kieran shifted, bracing one hand in the middle of her back. “More, Roxy. Feel it, your shimmer is rising.” He leaned down, closing his mouth over her nipple.

Her whole body clenched at the hot, wet feel. “Kieran, it’s too much. Too full.”

He released her nipple and set her on her feet. Kneeling down, he stripped off her sandals, undid her pants, and pulled them down and off. Looking up, his eyes gleaming with pride. “This is your magic, your gift. Sex and magic. I can already see it rising on your skin, sunset fire.” He reached his fingers into the elastic of her panties.

She dug her hands into his shoulders, frustrated at the feel of his T-shirt when she wanted skin. Wanted him. Kieran anchored her when everything else was spinning

his shirt vanished. Her magic! She’d willed his shirt gone and it vanished.

He shuddered. “Can’t stop. Your scent, your magic, you.” He drew her panties down. Then he lifted her leg.

She thought he was just slipping off her underwear.

“Hold on,” he growled, then hooked her knee over his arm, raised her leg higher and spread her open.

Her schema throbbed, needed. Hungered.

His gaze locked on the goddess mark. “She’s so damned hot. Almost full of color.” A dark tint rode his cheekbones as he lifted his fingers and touched the mark.

Streaks of hot magic and lava desire raced out. “Key!”

“Oh hell, yeah. Felt that right to my cock.” He leaned in and brushed his mouth over the mark. Then he drew his tongue over it, the wet heat bathing it, kissing away the pain and leaving trails of pleasure. Her sex swelled and dampened. Renewed, strengthened power raced up her spine and released a sizzle of energy in her chest.

“Fourth chakra opened.” She was panting, holding on to him. “More magic.” She wanted to bring out as much magic as she could to wake Dyfyr, but she couldn’t get the words out.

He stroked the pad of his finger over her clit. Rubbed. Circled. Petted. Then he slid deeper, separating her folds. Pressing inside her. Sliding back out. Circling her clit while holding her left leg up. “Roxy.”

She looked down and her heart chakra filled, already pressing the chakra at her throat. “I can open it.” Just looking at you. “Just need the Tear.”

“You want the Tear?”

“Yes.”

“Then give me this. For this moment, you are mine,” he growled the last word deep in his chest. “Mine to taste.” He leaned in, raising her leg so that her sex was completely exposed. He nuzzled, inhaling her and then he touched his tongue softly to her clit.

She cried out, her body going wicked hot, and held on to him. Trusted him.

He suckled and stroked her clit, and used the pad of his finger to circle the entrance to her body. Against her, he said, “Give me your magic.” He slid his finger into her and closed his lips over her swollen nub.

Her body obeyed him, shattering in an orgasm. She cried out, leaning her head back, feeling the pleasure and power mix and grow. It rushed through her, revealing the soul of the witch inside of her. As Roxy embraced it, the power shot up to press on her throat. It would be terrifying if not for Kieran. He anchored her with his hand on her hip, his kiss milking her pleasure, his care reassuring her.

Her fifth chakra whooshed open amid tremors of pleasure and self-discovery.

Kieran rose to his feet, his mouth wet, his pupils so big his eyes looked almost black and the dragon spread his wings in the tattoo as if reaching to gather her up so they could soar

Her heart chakra filled with something more powerful and ancient than magic.

Key had to struggle to stay in control. The dark chocolate scent of her magic, the caramel scent of her desire, wrapped around his guts and engorged his cock to take her now. But, Jesus, the way she let herself go, and trusted his hands to hold her

and then the dragon stretching his wings to catch her magic. Key felt the creature helping her, sweeping her power, giving her control. Roxy’s magic streamed through him like water through a funnel. The intimacy of it shook him, he knew her now in a way no one else ever could. He’d felt the essence of her magic.

She was his. Hot, deep, protective feelings raced through him, and in that moment, he’d give her anything. He knew she wanted the Tear, so against his better judgment, he reached into his pocket and fished out the Tear in the black velvet bag. Tiny sparks escaped the bag, from being near either the dragon or Roxy, a fertility witch, who might carry the soul of the dragon’s lover.

She had to be. The dragon knew her, knew her power, and when he’d tasted her, ripples of energy began rising from inside him, quickening, burning off the damp coldness that had been there as long as he could remember. Oh yeah, the dragon was waking.

Careful of the Tear, he took off his boots, undid his pants, and shoved them off. He felt her gaze on him, scented the spike in her desire, and shuddered. Quickly, he unwrapped the cloth, looped the fine silver chain over his finger and lifted out the Tear so that it dangled between them. As it gently spun, the impossibly clear crystal caught the moonlight, and the liquid inside sparkled with dazzling brightness, throwing off sharp beams of colored light.

He looked at Roxy, her shell pink skin flickering with the fiery colors of sunset. Her hair fell in waves around her shoulders and her eyes, gods and demons, her eyes swam with magic and so many emotions: pleasure, joy, excitement, and one emotion he didn’t dare identify. He stepped to her and slid the chain over her head. Cupping the Tear, he hesitated.

What if the Tear hurt her? He knew the dragon wouldn’t intentionally hurt her, but the magic in that Tear was so powerful it could strip Wing Slayer’s immortality and turn him into a mortal. The only way to contain the Tear was for Dyfyr to wake and use his ancient magic. What if the Tear drained even a single moment of her life? He didn’t want to chance it.

Roxy seemed to understand his hesitation and put her hands on his chest, sliding her palms over the dragon. “That drawing you did of me, remember you told me you were compelled to draw the Tear on me?”

Her magic poured from her palms to stream though him. Deep. Seeking and reaching with such fertile, life-giving magic that his balls tightened, his cock strained. “Yes,” he could barely get the word out. But the memory of that drawing of her was imprinted on his brain.

She smiled. “Trust your art, Kieran. Let go of the Tear.”

Another wave of her sexy, sinful magic rolled through him, and he was caught in her spell. He released the Tear, watching as it fell to nestle against the curve of her left breast. The sparks and flashes of light grew more vibrant and powerful.

She closed her eyes, “I hear a hum.” Her magic spiked and she said:

My dragon sleeps

In stony slumber

Wings unused for centuries

Unfurl and stretch

Power, ancient and mystic

Rise and flex

I cannot breathe again

Without the beat of your heart

Her magic lit up his insides, marked him, commanded him, waking the beast as old as the mountains. The creature roared through Key, truly melding man and dragon to become one, and redoubled the primitive need to protect, possess, and take care of their treasure: Roxy.

Fierce, driving need exploded within him. He couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t draw another breath until he claimed her, sealing her to him. Forever. He curved his arm around her waist, lifted Roxy, and slanted his mouth over hers. She tasted so damned good, so warm and rich that he couldn’t stop. More. Deeper.

She melted against him and parted her lips, her tongue meeting his and her magic rushing through him. It hunted and pushed, one half of a soul searching for its mate, for completion. Key shifted her, cupping her ass, and raised her higher. “Now.”

She wrapped her legs around him and rode the tip of his cock with a heat so silky and slick he growled into her mouth. He pulled back from the kiss and looked into her eyes.

And saw the soul of his lover. Laid bare for him to take and break. She loved him. Loved. She held nothing back, giving him everything right down to her heart and soul. “Roxy, oh God

” Her gift tore through him, profound and terrifying at the same time. He didn’t know if he could be the man she needed, but he wanted to be. The love shimmering in her eyes was so powerful it reshaped him and caused the dragon’s heart to break free of stone, surging through him with tremendous power.

She touched the dragon and looked into Key’s eyes. “Take the beat of my heart. And make it yours.” Then she unleashed her magic.

He couldn’t deny her. Driven by selfish need and by timeless desire, he thrust into her, sliding into the silky source of her magic. It was an endless journey so hot and pure, he shuddered all the way down to his heels. He sank deeper and deeper, her magic pulsing around him, milking his cock, welcoming him, as he felt each beat of her heart moving through the Tear.

To him.

She was giving him her heart.

Hot pleasure raced over his skin, twined around his spine, forcing him deeper inside of her. She took him, opened for him, and gave him complete access. Denied him nothing.

Her magic grew and twirled until finally he was completely buried inside her. Joined. He kissed her, tasting her magic as he pulled out to his very tip and thrust again. And again. Desperate to fill and feed her, willing to give her all his body, give her all his strength and passion.

Her body was tightening, squeezing him with her pleasure and magic.

The Tear shot out colors between them.

Words built in his throat. Not understanding where they came from, he instinctively fought them. Instead, he tried to give her everything else, rocking his cock into her, feeding her pleasure. But eventually her magic and love revealed the heart of the dragon inside him. The creature rose and, through Key, accepted her offering with the words that spilled from his mouth, “Your heart is mine.” He slammed up in her, invading her to her soul, and he held her tight as the world splintered into the colors of fire pulsing with a new beat.