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Yellow light, she whispered to her heart, but it was far too late to slow down. It was that darn belief in the fairy tale, and it had gotten her into trouble before.
The party ticked along without her because she’d done her job well. Now she just watched from the sidelines, keeping track of event timing and drink levels from the massive bowls of punch that had been set out, one spiked, one virgin.
Her panties buzzed again, right against her clit, and her nails dug into the palm of her hand.
“Excuse me,” she murmured to no one since all the guests were enjoying themselves without her, and stepped into the little niche where she’d hidden the bride’s gift. A tall, hot, muscled man took up more than his fair share of the space and his beard brushed her cheek.
“Magnus, what are you doing?” she whisper-hissed as he grabbed her ass and hauled her against him. The hard length of his cock slotted itself perfectly between her thighs and she buried her face in his shirt to muffle her groan.
“I think you know,” he said with a low laugh. “How do you like your new toy?”
The buzz this time was longer and harder. With her legs wrapped around his hips, it was even more intense, but at least it got both of them in this position.
He thrust against her convulsively, his cock sliding over the tiny vibrator and pressing over her clit. “Shit, sparkles. That’s fucking powerful.”
“No shit, Odin,” she sassed. Some evil imp sat on her shoulder, begging for a spanking when she continued. “I nearly dropped my drink out there.”
Magnus pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and she felt him smile. “Smartass. You’d better keep a good grip on it next time. Wouldn’t want everyone to know that you’re getting off just walking around.”
She moaned as he activated the toy again.
“Wouldn’t want everyone to know what a dirty, sexy woman you are underneath all that pretty, soft pink.”
With a flex of his hands, he dragged her up his cock and down again, lighting her up even more than the toy because he was real and warm and present. She was on a hair trigger and knew she’d explode again in only a few more strokes. When he stopped, she curled her hands into his shirt and made a growling sound she’d never heard from her own throat before.
He laughed again, low and strained. “Listen to you. Question: Have you ever been edged before?”
Through a haze of desire, she shook her head. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Someone gets you close to coming, then stops, over and over, until when they finally let you orgasm, it blows your fucking mind.”
“Noooo, that sounds like torture.”
“It is.” He licked her throat. “The best kind.”
She should have hated the idea. After all, it played on her deep-seated fear that she’d go after something with her whole heart, and her love and affection wouldn’t be reciprocated. But Magnus had sworn that he’d deliver on his promises, that her overwhelming desires would be sated with him, even that he’d supply her needs and wants in other aspects of life outside the bedroom.
“You won’t… leave me?” Oh god, she hated how insecure she sounded, but the fear was crowding out the carnal hunger through her, crossing signals until she writhed in lust and shame.
His embrace changed from one designed to heighten her craving to one that gave comfort. He cupped her chin and turned her face up to his. “I’ll never leave you, Greer. Fucking never. When we’re old and gray, I’ll battle the Reaper himself to stay with you until our hearts stop together.”
He pressed their foreheads together and she let herself breathe him in, his rich, green scent thick in her lungs. “I know it’s kind of crazy, but I can’t imagine my life without your beautiful sparkles in it. It’s like something…”
“Clicked,” she finished. She put her hand on his chest to feel his heart pounding, his breathing harsh. He was just as unnerved by this overwhelming new change as she was, and it somehow calmed her down. “I know. You’re my puzzle piece and I’m yours. I’m with you, Magnus. Whatever you need.”
He gathered her into his arms too tightly, but she welcomed the awkward bite of pain. “No more doubts, sweetheart. No more fear.”
“None. I trust you, no matter what. Even if you want to torture me with this edging thing.”
He chuckled. “It helps if you know that eventually, I’ll let you come. Probably with my dick inside you somewhere.”
From outside, two voices intruded and the name “Magnus” made her pay attention.
“I heard he’s, like, horribly scarred under that beard. That, like, his eye got burned out or something.”
“Maybe,” said the other voice, slurring a little already. “That’s too bad. But the beard is hot. Everything about him is fucking hot.”
Greer snickered against his shirt and whispered, “She’s not wrong.”
