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Sindri tries to turn and glare at him but then he gives up and lowers his head back to the pillow. “Abesh. Who got you this bra?”
“Ashton.”
“Well…” Sindri’s grin is back, wider now. “It will be my pleasure to take it off you,almaya.”
“What does the word mean?” My voice is hushed, a feeling gripping me that this time it will be different, it will be more, that this is serious.
Because he reaches over and pulls down the straps of my bra, baring my breasts, and the others join in, pulling down my panties, unhooking my bra, and I let them. I want them to undress me, to look at me, to touch me.
Helping Sindri have me, without barriers, without reservations.
“You’re beautiful,” Sindri says, his gaze leaving a hot trail as it roams over my naked body, his hand coming to rest on the dip of my waist, above my hip, his voice a thread. “AlmayaMia. You’re beautiful like the brightest star.”
“Is that your answer?” I whisper.
He only grins.
And it doesn’t matter if he’s being cryptic. It ensnares me, this appreciation, this compliment from this sardonic, aloof, gorgeous boy. It enslaves me, enthralls me.
He pulls me against him and I gasp when I feel him so hard and ready pressed to my belly. He kisses me, then, his hand stroking over the curve of my hip, down to my ass. He squeezes and a bolt of desire goes through me.
Oh, God. Winding my arms around his neck, I kiss him back, my bare breasts pressed to the firm planes of his chest, that hot, hard length of his cock caught between us. With a groan I feel against my lips, he releases my ass to grab my leg and lift it over his.
Opening me up.
Letting me better feel how much he wants me.
A fever comes over me, a need for him. I’ve been with the other boys when they held me, kissed me, touched me, entered me—and now I want to have this with him, too.
I need him inside me. Nothing else will do.
His magic flares a little as he moves against me, his cock sliding over my belly, as his hips rock. His mouth is rough, his sharp teeth nipping at my lower lip, his powerful body wrapping itself around me, his scent drowning me in storm and lightning.
I get so lost in the rhythm of his kisses, his body sliding against mine, the presence of the others bestowing fleeting touches on both of us that when he flips me under him, it takes me a moment to realize it.
He’s bowed over me, those huge eagle wings brushing the ceiling, and my God, he’s so pretty, long lashes shading his magnetizing eyes, his lips pulling in a grin to reveal those endearingly sharp teeth. Holy crap, he has a dimple, too, revealed for the first time. His hair tumbles on his forehead, curls at his temples, muscles ripple in his chest and his arms as he holds himself poised over me, gazing down at my body.
His gaze does this thing where it travels to my breasts, then lower, then flicks back up to my face, meets my eyes, and then dips to my lips.
It makes me hot all over.
I’m burning with lust.
Somewhere in my mind, a voice whispers that it’s impossible that this stupidly attractive boy wants me, that any of these beautiful boys want me, but it’s hard to fake such solid evidence.
Very solid. Very hard.
“Damn, I want you,” he whispers and that same insecure voice in me reminds me that he’d said he only wanted sex with me to fix his magic.
Isn’t this why we’re here? Because he needs help pulling back his elemental nature?
So what if I feel more, if I’m doing this even though I don’t even know if I have any magic to offer? So what if I’ve lied to them and it will all soon be exposed?
I want to kiss his hurts, to soothe his aches.
I want to feel his desire, share it with him.
I want to give him relief, and pleasure, so much pleasure that he’ll lose control, forget about the mask he always wears and show me his true self.
