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“Who said I wanted gentle?” I asked and let it flow again. It was met by his surge of fire over my skin. I sat myself hard on him, pushing his shaft all the way inside me. His eyes rolled completely back and his head fell backward, hands releasing my hips. I leaned down and ran my tongue over his left nipple and then started to ride him.

“You take that fat cock so well, baby. Ride me. Drown me in sweet cum and hot magic.” He was breathy. “If it kills me, so be it, but don’t you fucking stop.”

With a rhythm that matched the music, I slowly thrust my hips in circles. His cock mirrored that motion inside me. The slow torture was good, but I wanted all his Demon strength tonight. I lifted myself up and slid back down. Tightening my pussy over his shaft as I sank onto him. His head swung from one side to the other with each stroke. I gained speed and increased the force each time I lowered myself on his cock.

It didn’t take long for him to meet my pace. To push into me as I was slamming down on him. Our magics rolled over each other each time we plunged together. I was near screaming, gasping for breath, clawing at his chest as I held on to him. The combination of our natural chemistry and the magic was exquisite.

I couldn’t hold on any longer and let my orgasm wash over both of us. He growled again and rolled us on the huge bed. He took control and went back to a steady grinding that outpaced the music’s tempo and felt divine. I heard myself crying out each time he pushed into me, filling me completely. He took in a deep breath, slowed, and let his power roll over me. I felt the waves of another orgasm and I dropped my wall to his mind to let him feel what I felt.

He cried out my name as he felt the walls come down and his sensations mixed with mine. He tried to hold back, lifting his head and cursing, but I felt him expand inside me, his whole body tensed. He groaned my name loudly, sending even more chills through my body as he came.

“That was the most intense thing I’ve ever…” he breathed out between deep, fast breaths.

“You’ve been in others’ heads during sex, haven’t you?” I was just as breathless.

He nodded, still breathing hard on my neck. “Yeah, but no one ever had the… They didn’t…”

“Enjoy you as much as I did?” I finished for him. My body started to remember how to breathe again.

“That’s it,” he half-laughed, half-coughed as he pulled out of me slowly and sat back on his haunches, looming over me.

“Good.” I ran my fingers down his stomach, lightly tickling. “Well, looky there.”

He looked down to see the shadow of my sun tattoo across his hips and over his abdomen. He touched it timidly, as if it would disappear if he rubbed it. Then he graced me with a full-fledged grin. I’d never seen real happiness on his face before.

I fell asleep on his chest, Jordan softly rubbing my side with his rough hand. Completely sated and completely happy with the big, grumpy Demon.

CHAPTER 36

“Great cauldrons, Keena, if you destroy any more amulets, the shop in town will be on back order. Now concentrate!” Bevin sounded amused as she chastised me. Manus laughed that furball laugh from my bed. He had healed almost completely in the last couple of weeks and was back to prowling around my room and being my guardian. Cliona had gone back to Romania to arrange for her band of Vamps to be here for All Hallows’, and the rest of the island was deep in preparations for the festivities.

“I don’t understand. I’ve read and reread all the potions. I’ve gone out, found old grimoires, and studied. I just can’t get the magic to do the right thing when it comes to potions.” I dropped the split amulet on the table that had been turned into a makeshift altar to the Goddess. “Fuck, this is frustrating.”

“Relax, honey,” she sighed. “It’s a good thing you’re not battling Feldema with potions, though.”

“Funny.” I started to clean up the mess. Again.

“Keena, really,” Manus said. “Your powers and your magic are so strong since you and Jordan started…um.…”

“Yes?” I said over Bevin’s head. “Manus, what would you like to say?”

He lowered his head. “I’m just saying that you don’t really need potions when you can levitate a boulder or thrust lightning out of your fingers. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Bevin blushed. “He’s right, child. I would like to see you have a better appreciation for the art, but you have gained so much from Jordan that I am amazed each time when we find something new.”

“I would have rather not found out about the lightning by scalding Jordon’s ass,” I huffed and flopped into the chair.

“He goads you on purpose. He deserved it. I don’t get why you two have to fight like, well…cats and dogs.” Manus licked his paw and rubbed his ear.

Bevin giggled. I had to stop and make sure I heard it correctly. She didn’t giggle often. “You two do have fire. I had a man like that once, Keena. Keep hold. He’ll keep you young, that one will.”

“He’ll be the death of me is what he’ll be. I swear, he is the most arrogant man I’ve ever known.” But his love for me and the tenderness he showed beyond that controlling need were beautiful. I packed a few more things into the bag I kept for potions. The leather was stained green from accidentally turning a sleeping potion into some foul goo, and the side had a large burn from turning a healing salve into some sort of living acid.

“He’s a good match for your wits, girl, and you know it, or you would have tossed him out long before now. You like his fire as much as he likes yours. Hot sex, I presume?” Bevin asked with a completely serious look.

Manus hacked up a real furball trying to laugh. I just let my mouth fall open as the little old Witch waited for an answer. “Yes,” was all I could say.

“All is well then,” she teased, took her things, and left. Manus was rolling on the bed.