He slid his hand under her hoodie, grunting in irritation at the added layer of her pajama top underneath it.
She cried out, her back arching and her nails sinking into Briggs’s broad back when he pushed past her flannel top, and his big hand cupped her naked breast. Her nipple was a hard pearl against his palm, and he squeezed and kneaded her breast as he kissed his way up her neck.
“I’ve wanted to touch your pretty tits for so long, little witch,” he growled into her ear. “Need to have your perfect nipples in my mouth.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her body arching when he plucked at one stiff nipple.
“I can feel your magic,” he said. “And it feels so fucking good.”
He rolled her nipple between his fingers as she rubbed herself against his hard cock. He kissed the sensitive spot below her ear and nuzzled her throat before licking his way back to her ear.
A green light glowed from the vines above them, bathing them both in its soft glow. Briggs pinched her nipple gently, his fangs peeking out from between his lips as he said, “Do you want to be fucked, little witch?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me, Briggs.”
He nuzzled her neck again, his warm breath awakening another deep pulse of her magic. She clung to him, her hips rocking frantically back and forth as Briggs traced the waistband of her pajamas.
She lifted her hips, silently urging him to pull her pants down and scowling at him when he didn’t do what she wanted.
“Briggs! Fuck me!”
The vines shivered above them and slowly descended, unfurling in the cold moonlight as they reached for Briggs. He lifted his head and growled fiercely at them, his fangs gleaming and his blue eyes darkening to brown.
The vines retreated immediately, and Cece glared at him. “Fuck me, right now!”
He nipped at her throat, his voice a low growl. “Gonna make you mine, little witch. Gonna stuff you full of my cock and watch your magic change the world.”
“Yes,” she gasped as his hand slid inside her pants and another bright pulse of magic flared to life inside her. “Give me what I need.”
His fingers grazed across the short patch of hair at the top of her pussy before they both heard the sound of breaking glass. Briggs froze, a growl rising from his throat, as he stared out the open door.
In a flash, he had broken free of her grip and was out of the bed, striding toward the door in just his sleep pants, not even stopping to put on a shirt. “Stay here.”
She sat up in bed, staring blankly at the empty doorway as her magic pulsed inside of her, hungry and desperate for what only Briggs could give them.
She waited only a few minutes before she slid off the bed. “Fuck that nonsense.”
Her magic a sharp and needy hum inside of her, she stomped after Briggs. She would destroy whatever was down there and then take what belonged to her.
CHAPTER 16
His bear snarling and growling, Briggs stalked downstairs. Little flashes of Cece’s magic still pulsed through him, and his cock was a stiff spike in his sleep pants. Anger and lust and magic swirled in his veins, and he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, sucking in a deep breath.
He needed to calm the fuck down.
What he wanted to do was return to Cece and make her ride his dick until neither of them could see straight, until her magic consumed them both. The urge to ignore whatever was happening and go back upstairs was so strong, it sent unease rippling through him.
What the fuck was he doing?
As the last of Cece’s magic faded, his head cleared, and he was immediately ashamed of his behaviour. He wasn’t here to fuck Cece. He was here to keep her safe, and he was failing.
His bear huffed in annoyance, but Briggs ignored him. His bear could pretend they weren’t fucking up, but Briggs knew better. At least the part of him not ruled by his goddamn dick did.
It’s not your fault. Cece’s magic did this to you.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was keeping Cecelia safe.
Keeping our mate safe, his bear growled.
