Brexley buries his head into the crook of my neck as he fucks me like a beast. Every thrust pushes me up, up, up . . . until I tip over the edge. The last two orgasms were just a warm up, an appetizer to the Big One. This orgasm grips me, milking shudders from the marrow of my bones.
A hysterical animal screams from somewhere nearby.
Wait, that’s me.
To stop the sound, my teeth clamp into Brexley’s shoulder and I bite down.
He lets loose something akin to a roar and his hips double time. Then his pace stalls and stutters. I feel warmth flood my insides.
Before the reality of my having unprotected sex with a stranger can get its footing in my brains, the bedroom windows shatter in a violent explosion. Two boots hit the ground with a crunch.
Chapter6
Cooling Off
BREXLEY
Panting, out of breath from the most intense orgasm of my fucking life, my ire flares at the interruption. I may have gotten one bone shattering orgasm in, but I wasn’t nearly done. I could fuck this girl until we both died, and then we would continue humping in hell.
But now I'm pissed. Pissed I've been interrupted while fucking the most delicious creature I’ve come into contact with. Pissed her scent is now dampened by the awful stink of magic.
Turning to look over my shoulder, I see who dares interrupt the best fuckfest of my goddamn life. The mage is dressed in black tactical gear up to the head mask.
A growl radiates from the center of my chest as I extract myself from Red with the greatest amount of willpower I’ve yet to harness. She shivers and whimpers when I leave her body. Then she scrambles back on the bed, while I square off against the uninvited guest. My dick is still hard, jutting out and glistening from Red’s sweet desire.
“Where is it?” The intruder’s voice comes out deep and distorted from a voice modifier. The question is directed at Red.
“Where is w-what?” Red stutters, pulling the blankets up to cover herself.
“The recipe.”
Her face crumples in confusion. “What recipe?”
“You’re coming with me,” the robotic voice says instead of answering the question.
I’m already between the intruder and the naked, bewildered redhead, but I step forward as an intentional block.
“You didn’t say the magic word,” I say. Cold air sweeps in through the room from the open window, bathing me in the magic stink. Ugh. I fucking hate magic.
Behind me, Red scrambles to gather her clothes and get them back on.
The intruder doesn’t appear armed, despite their tactical gear. Which means their magic is likely lethal.
“I only need the girl. Leave now, and you’ll get to keep your life.”
“I’m afraid that won’t be happening,” I say, rolling my neck and earning a couple sound cracks.
The masked figure tilts their head to the side. “Don’t be a fool, enjoy your afterglow, and leave while you have the chance.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll still likely need a cigarette when I’m done.” I shoot the human condom a grin that communicates every bit of the violence I’m about to inflict.
My fangs elongate and I know my eyes are flashing white-blue in warning as I let my wolf rise to the surface. Muscles and tendons bulge in my body as I get ready to shift.
“You’re a Were,” the intruder says in surprise.
I’ve given them pause. But I’m about to give them a hell of a lot more than that.
“Holy faefucks,” Red breaths from behind me. She’s dressed again. Her feet stumble until her back hits the far wall. Her arms wrap around her stomach, as if she needs to protect herself from me.
