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“Shhh…easy. I’m going to take care of you.” His voice had become softer, deeper, and even in the dark I could feel the intensity of his gaze on my skin. Defying anything resembling logic, I believed him. I knew he’d take care of me, I knew he’d help with this sudden intense urge that made me want to crawl out of my own skin.What the hell was going on?
My fingers slid down the flat plane of his stomach, brushing his inner thigh as his mouth devoured mine. “Poppy - breathe. Share your breath with me. Please.” Keane’s tone was sweetly pleading, the voice of a man on the edge of utterly losing it. Maybe it was some kind of kink, I thought through the haze of lust. I did as he asked, breathing into him with our next kiss, his wild moan vibrating on my lips.
His cock lay like a branding iron on my inner thigh, strangely smooth. Had he put on a condom? I relaxed into the mats, grateful we wouldn’t have to stop to do so - he wasfastwith it, I hadn’t even felt him get protection out. Itwasdark in here, though.
“Poppy, are - can I?” His fingers slid without preamble between my legs, where I was so slick now I’d have been embarrassed if I wasn’t lust-drunk. As it was, I pressed my hand on top of his happily, pushing myself against that glorious contact with a small, tight sound of assent. He growled again, and his touch abruptly vanished as a wet click sounded, followed by the unmistakable sounds of lapping. My hips arched of their own accord as I realized he was tasting me on his fingers. He grabbed my waist and dragged me down the mats, guiding one of my thighs over his shoulder as he stretched out on his stomach. It was all the warning I had before his mouth met my cunt, making me even more of a mess with his lips, tongue and teeth.
I reached down and roughly fisted his hair, whimpering again as I tried to ride his face, desperate for contact, for release, forsomething. Two fingers delved deep into me, curling and stroking as he purred against my skin, kissing soft my inner thigh. “Come for me, sweet little flower, let me taste you. It’ll make it easier to take me.”
A faint curl of confusion at his words seeped into my mind before an orgasm obliterated anything but the rhythmic stroke of Keane’s tongue, the insistent press of his fingers, and the way his body bore down on me. “Good….so good. So beautiful for me.” He cooed the words soft and sweet, making my brain go pleasantly hazy.
He moved fluidly onto his knees between my legs, gently lifting my thighs to wrap around his hips. His hand tightened on my arm, face nuzzling beside mine, drawing deep breaths like he was addicted to the smell of me. “Poppy - I want…please…”
I slid a hand between us, opening myself for him, pleased at the shuddering breath he pulled beside my ear as he nudged forward at my invitation. Every one of the muscles under my seeking, stroking fingertips was corded tight, like holding back required every last thread of his self-control. I enjoyed that power, the way it made me feel, and I wanted to see him undone. Iwouldsee him undone. Pulling my heels against his back, I drew him into me, more and more, every last inch of that impressive shaft that had set half my class to wide-eyed blushing.
Just when I thought he was buried in me, there was more - twice, I was convinced he had bottomed out, and twice I was wrong. Then, something wide and soft bumped against my clit, making my toes curl with a surge of pleasure. What the hell wasthat? I opened my mouth to ask, to pause, to figure out what it was that felt so good, but something deeper in my soul wrenched control from my conscious mind. It wasnecessary, whatever it was, and I would have it. It was mine to take.
Keanewas mine to take.
The moment that inviting bulge forced its way in - half through the tightening of my legs, half through the pleasantly single-minded drive of Keane’s hips - my teeth found his shoulder. I’d never been a biter or scratcher during sex but Keane had unlocked something primal in me. I tasted the skin I’d wanted to, and sank my teeth into his flesh happily, feeling unbelievably, cosmicallyrightabout it. It was a shallow bite, but the faint taste of copper told me I apparently hadn’t fucked around about it. He tasted as sweet as caramel, which was completely impossible, and my senses filled with a soft hiss and a whiff of ozone.
With one more powerful drive of his hips, that bulge locked up tight against my G-spot, sending me gushing arousal in the most powerful, puzzling climax of my life. A sharp squeaking sound filled the room as he rocked against me, eagerly chasing his peak. A sharp pinch on my shoulder and Keane’s hot breath accompanied the undeniable tension and groan of his own climax, complete with a warm gush deep inside me.
I dropped my head back heavily on a dusty cushion, panting like I’d just run a goddamn marathon. “Jesus….fucking hell, Keane. Where the hell didthatcome from? I thought you hated me.”
He didn’t respond, but drew me into an embrace and rolled us, letting me rest on top of his body as he stroked my back. His cock was still in me, which was strange - I’d had several lovers in my time, and they’d all physically withdrawn by this point, even if we were cuddling after. I decided I liked it, the fullness of it. But what the fuckwasit?
I awkwardly patted up the wall, my fingertips just barely brushing the switch, flooding the small storeroom with light. We were a goddamnmess, and both Keane and I had a shoulder smeared with blood.Oh shit, we actuallybiteach other.
Panic started tapping at my brain - we’d had safe sex but here we were exchanging goddamn blood borne pathogens, how could I be so stupid? How couldhebe so stupid? “Keane - Keane, fuck, we’re bleeding, oh my god. I - do you have, I mean - I don’t have any STIs or anything but this isn’t good. Do you have any medical issues?” I clapped a hand to where he’d bitten me, feeling the small wound.
He sighed deeply, looking up at me like we’d known each other for a lifetime, gently reaching for my hands and interlacing our fingers. “Poppy, you’re safe, but we really need to talk.”
He tilted his hips and nodded downwards, where his entire pelvic region - still locked into my own - had gone a deep royal purple.
And translucent.
I screamed.
Chapter 6 - Sebastian
Keane had reappeared at the trailer several hours after he left, hair and clothes wildly disheveled, a faint trace of blood on his neck and shoulder where he’d tried to clean it up.
Grateful it was closing time anyway, I flicked the window and blinds closed, worried sick about him - did Zina already find us? Had he been attacked?
The last thing on earth I expected to see was a similarly-disheveled Poppy hauled into the trailer behind him before he shut the door frantically. She looked shell-shocked, and was clinging to Keane’s hand like they didn’t absolutely loathe each other this morning.
“What the fuck happened, Keane? Are you okay? Is - is Poppy okay?” I widened my eyes at him and he shook his head dismissively.
“She knows, Seb. I mean, I gave her the crash course on the way over, but she knows. It’s…well, it’s as fine as it can be. She’s still going to help us, but something weird happened.” He looked as startled as she did, and more than a little guilty.
I sighed heavily. “Keane, in all your research, did you ever think to read the red book? Once you found out why you and I could…be with one another?” The small red book dealt with sex magic and the dominion Zina had over us. The spells within it weren’t the magic that brought us into being, but they were undeniably the ones she used to bring us to heel.
I looked at Poppy - she was probably scared out of her mind. Bites like that told me Keane had knotted her, which could only mean one thing. She was anactualtulpamancer, an omega to our alpha natures. And, more importantly, she was now mated, however unintentionally, to Keane.
Keane shook his head, looking tomefor answers for a change. It was a role reversal I didn’t have time to savor right now, as their impulsive mating had just added a significant new wrinkle to our permanent escape plan. “Poppy must be a latent tulpamancer, Keane. Not borrowed magic, not like Zina, arealone. Those are mating bites you’ve given each other, and that means she’s managed to do by accident what Zina had been trying to do on purpose for years. You two are permanently bonded.”
“I…what? That’s crazy. There’s no way. I don’t know what magic tricks you two are doing with the…purple skin…thing and the strange penis whatever he has going on, but I don’tdodrugs and I have a college career and…” Poppy looked dangerously close to hyperventilating, her eyes darting all over the trailer.
