I frowned. Was I supposed to be angry with him? I couldn’t recall. “What did you do?”
He pressed into me, moving me onto my back again. His bright, golden eyes were partially covered under desire-heavy lids. He leaned forward and slowly licked up my neck, and my center drenched.
“Let me worship you,” he said in a bass-heavy voice that tingled down my spine. “I can make this good for you.”
His mouth was working my neck, and I felt almost euphoric from his attention to this particular spot. Why was that? Did I really care at the moment? No. “How?” I began. “How will you make this good for me?”
He leaned away from me, a lazy smile on his lips. Not speaking, he snapped his fingers, and soon, I heard the faint sounds of something slithering across the hardwood floors. I couldn’t see very well in the darkness and not from my angle on the bed. However, soon I could see what looked like vines wiggle out of the shadow of the darkness from all corners of the bed.
Vines wrapped around my wrists and ankles, spreading them apart. More vines wrapped around my waist and my neck but not tightly, holding me still. I should have been scared, but the loss of control was turning me on. I didn’t really feel danger. Instead, I was excited, my body ready for whatever magic Yosef had in store for me.
Yosef moved between my legs and slid a hand over my breast. I was barely clothed in a black silk negligee that dipped extremely low in the front and wore no panties; the feel of the cool air tickled me as it brushed over my lower lips. My chest was barely covered, and it took nothing for him to expose me.
His eyes lit up as he stared down at me. “Ah, beautiful.”
I basked in his compliment, wiggling slightly against the vines. My nipples were already hardened in anticipation of his touch, and he wasted no time leaning in and taking my right nipple into his mouth. With expert precision, he moved his tongue over my bud, and I arched my back as his wet tongue sizzled my core. I should have felt exposed with no underwear on, spread and wet. However, I didn’t care. I just wanted the sensation to continue.
He groaned as he moved to my other nipple. I felt another vine wrap around my upper left thigh, winding itself very close to my core. I parted my lips, my nerves gathering for a release when I felt his hand massage my other breast, flicking at the nipple.
I closed my eyes, focusing on each touch, and yelped when the slightest brush moved against my clit. I couldn’t move to see what was happening, but both Yosef’s hands were on my upper body. He glanced up at me, his mouth still suckling my breast, and winked.
Damn, this man was magic. I whined as I felt the vine continue to flutter against my clit, wrapping around it, over it at a rapid pace. It was smooth and ticklish, making my toes curl.
Yosef leaned up, glazed eyes on me. “Are you close, baby?”
I nodded, wishing I could free my hands to grab his hardening member. I blinked my eyes, and then he was positioned right over my opening, naked. I flexed my hips upwards but not far since I was still held down by the vines. He grinned and thrust into me. Hard. I cried out, tossing my head back as he filled every part of my inner core. The vines tightened, only slightly, against my neck, and damn, if I didn’t get wetter. New kink alert.
Yosef continued to pound into me, and the vines kept moving against my clit. More vines encircled my still-hardened nipples, electrifying my body. I tossed my head from side to side at the various sensations. My mind was mush. I would explode. Yosef was relentless with his attention, his handsome face scrunched with focus.
Another sensation moved against my ass, and I sucked in a breath as the vine wiggled its way over my tight opening in my rear. It circled my rim, almost vibrating, and I bit my lip, trying my best to relax against the pleasurable sensation. Before I could get into my enjoyment, the vine moved to my pussy, dipping in alongside Yosef’s thick member. However, it was there only a second before retreating and moving back to my ass. I let out an audible cry as the vine entered me again, gliding in smoothly with my coating over it. I felt full, and everything in me, over me, pulsated with desire.
I wouldn’t be long now. Drool developed at the corners of my mouth; my eyes rolled back as I felt every little touch. Yosef quickened his pace. I could feel his knot slapping against my opening. The vine in my ass went against his movements. Going in when he drew back and pushing out when he speared me.
My body tightened, and soon, I snapped like a rubber band. I spasmed and screamed, unable to control myself as the most astounding orgasm rocked through me. Yosef kept pounding into me until he cried out in pleasure. Another orgasm rocked me, making my core flood around us, soaking the bed in a surreal pool of both our releases.
I opened my eyes, staring at a very normal ceiling. The light from the cracks behind the curtains signified it was morning. I groaned, uncrossing my legs. Wetness slid down my thighs, and I could feel dampness under my ass. What the hell? Had I wet the bed? My panties were soaked. I was too old for this.
I got out of bed and looked down at the rather large wet spot on my sheet. I grimaced and leaned forward, giving the spot a quick sniff. It didn’t smell like piss. Whew. I hadn’t peed the bed.
No, I had squirted. I had freaking squirted in my sleep off some dream dick.
This was Yosef’s doing. There was no way it was my own making. He had entered my dreams before. He seemed to believe that giving me wet dreams was going to win me over. It would not and had not. Still, I hadn’t told him to stop. I should have, but I was admittedly caught up. And that fucker knew it. So, he’d gone the extra mile and gotten extra creative and unlocked a couple of new kinks for me.
However, I couldn’t get past the fact that the only reason he could do any of this was because he’d claimed me. He was magic and an alpha and could manipulate our bond however he saw fit. Yet, there was no balance. I was magic, but without being an omega, I couldn’t dream-walk with him. I could use telepathy to talk to him. We could even feel each other’s emotions, but only he could walk into my dreams and shape them. And I guess I enjoyed what he was shaping.
But I wasn’t going to give in, and I’d have to continue to build my wall to block him out of my head. I couldn’t be his possession. I wouldn’t be powerless.
* * *
YOSEF
Lila was more determined to lock me out than I thought she would be. It was proving to be quite the challenge to connect with her since the claiming. She’d officially been in our realm for six weeks now our time. She was growing closer to Xander and Zelda, even going out into the town a few times a week and helping out at Melina’s magic shop. I knew the latter was, in part, to find a way to return home. Still, it was very clear that she was bonding on some level with everyone but me.
No matter how I approached her, she literally and figuratively iced me out. It crushed me, but I would never let her know that. It felt weak to show such emotion. Instead, I remained stubborn and continued to make my presence known to her, invading her space as much as I could. I knocked on our mental bond in every way. Invading her thoughts, brushing against the bite. Her defenses weakened momentarily but never long enough.
It was only when I was finally able to gather information about the wizard that she gave me more than a second of her time.
She walked into the kitchen that morning, greeting me with a carefully curated eye roll that I was now accustomed to. She walked over to Zelda and lightly patted her shoulders as the housekeeper fried eggs on the stove. “I told you I wanted to cook breakfast today, Zeldy.”
