Sinful Magic (37 page)

He dried them both, led her to his bed.

“Wait,” she said tiredly, looking around. “Need a shirt.”

“Why?” He walked over to the dresser and grabbed her black tank top. Then drew it over her head.

“The Tear, I don’t want to wake up and see it.”

His guts tightened. She couldn’t escape that Tear, not even in sleep. She needed him to get it out, and right now, she didn’t believe he would do it. He smoothed the tank over her, picked her up, and put her in bed. Climbing in, he pulled her into his arms and settled her against his chest. Then he tilted her head up to see those eyes he loved, and his choice was clear. “Whatever it takes to keep you with me, to have you as my eternal mate, I’ll do it. I will fight for you, and if there’s a child, I’ll fight for him, too. Always.”

He kissed her and stroked his hand down her back until she fell into an exhausted sleep.

A child. He and Roxy might have a child. If he could save her by digging into her chest with dragon claws. His heart iced and hot sweat burned his skin. Christ. Would he be able to take her pain or would they have to hold her down while she screamed?

And if Key failed, if he killed Roxy, the other hunters had better kill him. Or he was going to unleash his fury on the world.

Roxy woke to see Kieran sitting in a chair next to the bed. He had on a pair of jeans, one ankle crossed over his knee, and his sketchbook propped on his thigh. His arm and shoulders bunched and undulated as he drew with fast, sharp movements. The dragon sat on his chest, looking at her with his ruby eyes.

Her schema flared to life. She shifted and realized she was barely covered.

“Morning, green eyes.”

She looked up, and her heart caught. His eyes were alive with blue. Just the feel of his gaze burned through her. She sat up, and the sheet slid down, reminding her that she had the tank top on. She could still see the soft lights of the Tear pulsing, but the shirt muted it a little. She returned her gaze to Key. “What are you drawing?”

He grinned. “Want to see?”

Forgetting the Tear, another shiver raced down her center, and her magic woke up. “Yes.”

He sat forward and handed her the pad. Roxy looked down. He’d drawn a pencil sketch of the two of them. Key had his wings out, he was holding Roxy as they flew.

Naked.

And given the way her legs were wrapped around his waist, her head tilted back and the expression on her face

she looked up at him. “I think you can get arrested for this.”

His grin widened, but his eyes darkened to a sensual heat. “For drawing it or doing it?”

Her nipples ached, her core throbbed, and she wanted him. “You’re in a good mood.”

“Look closer. See the way you’re leaning back, showing me your breasts while I stroke my cock deep inside you?”

She clenched with need at his raw voice. Could feel his desire crashing through her. She tried to do what he said and looked at her breasts. He’d drawn them full with large areolas, tightly budded nipples.

What’s missing, love?

His words in her head made her magic sing. She stared and saw the soft colors of lights flashing on the page, that came from the Tear—The Tear! It wasn’t there in the picture. She looked up and saw the glint of determination in his gaze. “You’re willing to let Dyfyr get the Tear out?”

Key stared back. “I’m willing to do anything it takes to save you. And our child.” He grinned and added, “I’m going to make love to you for hours to fill your sex magic. I want you strong and ready to get that Tear out—we’ll do it tonight after Eli’s Induction Ceremony. And then,” he dropped his gaze to the book. “We’re going to work on the flying sex I promised you at the maze.”

Hope soared through her, and she didn’t even think, just tossed off the sheet and scooted to the edge of the bed.

Key took the book from her fingers and tossed it aside. His gaze burned into hers, and he settled his warm hands on her thighs. “I noticed last night that your schema is changing.”

“The color? That’s—”

He shook his head. “No. I know your schema.” The teasing in his face firmed to seriousness. “I feel your magic stream through me. I’ve touched it, tasted it; your goddess mark and I are connected. Maybe because Dyfyr is in me, maybe because we’re soul mirrors and I am your familiar. I just know exactly what she should look like. And last night, I realized the shape of your schema was different. I was so wrapped up in feeding your magic, into the feel of you, that I didn’t think about what it meant.”

She put her hands on Kieran’s. “I saw it yesterday in the shower. You think she’s telling us I’m pregnant? Like Dyfyr said?” Roxy believed Dyfyr, but Kieran needed more.

He lifted their hands from her thighs and threaded their fingers together. “She is you, Roxy. She’ll change with you.” He stood and gently pushed her back to the bed. Color darkened his cheekbones and his voice roughened. “I’m going to kiss you and work my way down to spreading your legs and seeing the schema. She’ll tell us if you’re pregnant, just like she tells me when you need me.”

Roxy realized he’d been sitting here planning this. She could part her thighs and look, but Kieran wanted to do this, he wanted to discover the answer his way. With her fingers laced in his, she reclined on the bed, drinking in the feel of him looming over her. He pressed her hands to the mattress, leaned down, and kissed her. Slow and soft, he eased his way inside her mouth with sensual strokes of his tongue.

She tilted her head, giving him more. Meeting the wet strokes of his tongue with hers, inhaling his taste, just letting the sensation of him wash over and fill her. Drive out all her days, weeks, and years of loneliness, of never knowing where she belonged.

She belonged to Kieran and his dragon.

Key lifted his head, his eyes nearly blue. “You’re our treasure. You will always belong to us. And together, we are going to get that Tear out of you so that nothing can ever separate us again.”

Her heart swelled, and a wild sense of freedom swirled in her—freedom to be herself, a witch gifted with sex magic.

He ran his gaze down her body to her legs. “I caught the scent of your desire just after you woke up. It’s making me insane with the need to touch you, taste you. You want that, don’t you?”

She couldn’t deny him. “Yes.”

“Pull the shirt up.”

She gathered the stretchy material in her fingers and tugged it up to her stomach.

“Higher.” His voice rumbled as he watched her. “I want to see all of you.”

She drew it up until she’d revealed her breasts. Her nipples tightened beneath his hot gaze. He lowered himself, the muscles of his arms bulging as he supported his weight, and closed his mouth around a nipple. She saw the lights from the Tear flashing green, blue, and red over his face, but then he swirled his tongue and her thoughts were filled with only Kieran. He pulled deeper on her nipple until she arched beneath the sensation.

He kissed the valley between her breasts, then kissed and suckled the other nipple until her magic was spinning and her nerves were so sensitive that just the scrape of his teeth had her raising her hips in silent begging.

Kieran lifted his head, his eyes fierce, powerful arms holding him over her. “You never have to beg me for your pleasure. Ever.” He pushed off the bed, onto his knees, and spread her legs wide.

She could feel the heat of his gaze.

“So damned lovely. Creamy pink folds, your clit exposed and swollen, all surrounded by your curls.” He turned his gaze to the left. “And there, your schema. The faded color showing me how hungry you are for me.” He moved his thumb to stroke the mark.

Roxy lifted her head to see him. His stare was fixed on her inner thigh. Then he turned his gaze to her. Her heart turned over at the vulnerable joy there. “And telling us that you’re growing our child. I can see the softening in the middle of the mark.”

She didn’t try to see the mark. What was important was the connection between her and Kieran. “Sex magic,” she said softly, realizing that creating a child was true magic.

“Our magic.” He kept stroking her schema, sending deep shivers through her.

Her need was there, but she realized something profound—there was no fear attached to it anymore. Kieran would always feed her magic.

An intimate smile curved his mouth. “Oh yeah.” He leaned in and kissed the mark.

His mouth released a flood of hormones, swamping her with tides of sensuality until she writhed in it. “Kieran,” she cried his name from the depths of her heart.

“I know, baby.” He slid his hands beneath her, lifted her, and blew gently.

She sucked in a breath, her stomach contracting.

Then he leaned in with a soft brush of his lips, followed by his tongue sliding through her folds and caressing her clit. Lightning bolts raced through her. Her thighs tightened over his shoulders.

He groaned, lifting her higher to press his mouth to her entrance, and lapped with maddening slowness, as if to savor her. Holding her up with one hand, he used his thumb to tease her clit.

Then it changed, his kiss grew hotter, more demanding. Faster strokes. Deeper. Her magic raced and bubbled. Pleasure built and climbed. He kept finding her spots, giving her more. Making her feel more. Circling her clit, thrusting and licking with his tongue. Even a gentle rasp of teeth. Too much!

She cried out, and Kieran filled her mind, the man and the dragon. You are so beautiful I can’t get enough.

She splintered, and the intense pressure released in swirling lights of pleasure. She gave herself up to it, feeling bliss and Kieran as she soared. Shudders rippled through her, and every tremor was pure joy.

Finally Key stood and began unbuttoning his jeans. She took in his wide chest, his hard stomach. As she watched, he undid two buttons, the material sliding low on his hips, revealing a dusting of his crisp pubic hair and his huge erection straining the remaining buttons. His fingers were at the third button. She sat up, pulled her shirt down and said, “Stop.”

He jerked his head up, his fingers stilling. “What’s wrong?”

He looked hot enough to burn her fingers if she touched him. As she rose to her feet, a wave of dizziness made her catch her breath. Before she could recover, Key caught her in his arms and sat on the chair with her on his lap. “Are you sick?”

Worry made him ignore the bite of the buttons from his jeans pressing into his erection. “Roxy?”

She lifted her head. “No, it was just a little dizziness.”

Her scent was rich with caramel desire and no sickness. Was it from being pregnant or that Tear? Frowning, he said, “Why did you stop me?” She was seated on his thighs, her shoulder pressed against his chest. Her scent climbed up his nose and burrowed into his skin.

She leaned close, pressing her mouth to his neck. I want to make love to you.

Her mind merged with his, and he felt her want

the want to touch him, taste him, learn him. The touch of her thoughts to his shuddered straight through to his soul. His cock engorged even more, but this was more than sex. She was showing him her true self; the desires and needs that she’d fought all her life that she’d now freed. The sheer intimacy and willingness to reveal herself to him. Hot male pride lit him up, while his heart felt the pure glow of her love.

She rose up on her knees and kissed him. Let me make love to you. She feathered hot kisses over his jaw, down his neck, and licked his shoulder.

Let? He’d have laughed if she hadn’t rendered him speechless. Fire raced through him, sizzling along his nerves until all he knew was Roxy. His witch, the slide of her breasts barely covered in the tank, her thighs straddling his jean-covered hips, her hands skimming and touching, creating a path of magical heat

She slid down to lick his nipple.

Key bowed up from the chair, his hand pressing against her lower back to hold her. Words failed him. Thought failed him. He was consumed with just her, his witch.

Her silky hair slid over his chest and arms as she eased her way down between his thighs. She pressed her hot, damp mouth to his stomach and he groaned. Growled.

She stopped.

He looked down. He was so hard, so engorged the head of his dick jutted up from his partially buttoned jeans. His shaft was trapped inside.

She stroked his straining head with the pad of her finger.

Icy stars of sensation shot through him, rushing and shivering. Key couldn’t move and locked his hands around the arms of the chair.

She drew her finger down over the head, to the first closed button. Magic teased, and the button popped open.

Then the second one, and he sprang free.

Roxy curled her warm fingers around his shaft, and he was gloved in skin and magic. Blood pounded in his ears. He couldn’t look away as she lowered her head.

Toward his cock.

He squeezed the chair arms harder.

She licked him. A slow swipe of her tongue, and his brain melted. Then he saw her face. The softening of her mouth, the sensual sweep of her lashes as she closed her eyes and savored the taste. Her scent bloomed hot and rich with caramel desire; she liked the taste of him. Sliding her hand down lower on his shaft, she took him in her mouth.

He lost his mind in the heat of her. Her mouth sliding over him, magic swirling, and his pants vanished and her hand cupped his balls.

“Roxy,” he growled out, cradling her head as she suckled him. Too much! The hot pleasure swirled and raged, gathered, then shot down his spine. He tried to pull her away. Going to explode! He couldn’t stop it; he was pumping into her mouth.

Mine. She whispered back to him, the word heavy with love.

His entire body lit on fire as his pleasure burst out. The flames licked his skin and burned through him. Even before he’d finished coming, he reached down, lifted her to his chest, and held her tight against his heart and Dyfyr’s.

“I talked to the Ancestors,” Carla said.

Roxy tried to concentrate. Carla, Darcy, and Ailish were in the warehouse because there was more room. Key, Phoenix, and Sutton were out trying to draw Liam from the rogue hideout protected by the mini–Death Daggers. She was worried Key would venture too close and get stabbed.