She shuddered, her eyes falling closed.
“Focus on the spell, Aflora,” I whispered, using my power to send a wave of it downward to the apex between her thighs. “Try to unweave it and send it back into me, sweetheart.”
Goose bumps pebbled down her arms as she squeezed her legs together in a manner I recognized all too well.
It took physical restraint not to bend over and place a kiss above the waistline of her pants. Mmm, then I’d tug down the fabric to explore her dampening arousal with my tongue. I bet she tasted sweet, just like how she smelled. Her alluring scent called to me, confirming her interest and telling me how ready she was to receive.
My spell wove deeper into her, seeking the places on her body that required a skilled touch and heating them even more.
“Kolstov,” she breathed, arching up off the bed.
“Kols,” I corrected, giving in to the desire to press my palm to her abdomen. I pushed her down into the bed and hovered above her. “Now manipulate the spell and re-create it, just like you did with the binding curse from earlier.”
“O-okay,” she managed to reply, her voice husky with need.
Oh, this was a hazardous game because now I wanted to hear her moan. To watch her fall apart. To slide my thickening cock into her and bring us both to a climax neither of us would soon forget.
I clenched my jaw to hold back a groan, my balls aching with the prospect laid out before me. It would be so easy to slip out of our clothes and lose ourselves in the sheets for hours. Days, even.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
Preferably by a writhing, dark-haired goddess with bright blue?—
My eyes widened, the scene unraveling before me an impossible sight.
Holy shit, it’s cerulean.
I couldseeher magic unfolding as she mentally stroked my spell, learning and manipulating the ends and crafting it into a spell of her own.
“You’re—” A jolt of heat directly to my groin had me falling to the mattress beside her on a spasm so violent that my heart seriously stopped.
Aflora’s beautiful gaze captured mine, her smile that of a seductress with her enchantment wrapped around my dick. Literally. She gave it a stroke, and I grabbed her hip in response, our bodies turning toward each other on the bed. “Fuck, Aflora.”
Definitely not a virgin or inexperienced.
Not with a grip likethat.
“You said to use the spell against you,” she replied, her tone still husky but this time filled with feminine pleasure. “How am I doing?”
“Wonderfully,” I admitted on a hoarse exhale, jolting as she did it again. My grip tightened as I fought the instinct to push her to her back and truly take over. To kiss her deeply, rip off her clothes, and fuck her until my heart stopped again.
But that sliver of cerulean magic taunted my senses, grounding me in the reality of our situation. Not only had she just learned a spell through touch, but she’d also unwoven it and reapplied it in a way only a Quandary Blood could. And the color surrounding her magical essence proved it.
Aflora was absolutely an abomination.
A problem I would eventually need to slaughter.
If I were smart, I’d end her now and not wait for her to grow any stronger. There was a reason the Quandary line died out.
The Midnight Fae had slaughtered them all.
This female posed more risk to my ascension than anyone I’d ever met.
Yet my instinct had me pulling her closer, not pushing her away.
The urge to protect such a precious gift overwhelmed me, consumed my ability to think clearly. “Aflora,” I whispered, my lips suddenly dangerously close to hers. “You have no idea how unique you truly are.”
She released her mental grip on my cock, her energy vanishing as she captured my gaze. “I know more than you realize.”
