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Mananan sat up and kissed her. “Nothing has ever felt as good or as right as you on my cock, Marella. If I had my way, I would always be buried in you.”
“Great answer.” Ella wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled her hips in a delicious circle. Mananan stroked her breasts, kneading their softness and her perfect pink nipples.
“You think you can make me come, baby?” he murmured against her. “Don’t be shy now. Show me how much you like me inside of you.”
Ella groaned, her sharp nails scratching down his back as she picked up her pace. He belonged to her, and he wanted her to use him in any way she needed. Fuck, she was so damn beautiful when she took control.
Ella was pushing him to his limit, but he was still a gentleman and wanted her to come first. He circled his thumb over her clit until she was screaming his name, her orgasm making her cheeks flush and body clench.
Ella gripped his hair, pulling his head back so she could suck her way down his neck. Mananan thrust up hard into her once, twice, and his own release was shredding his sanity and filling her tight little pussy.
He lay back on the bed, and she lay on top of him, his cock still inside of her. Right where it belonged.
Mananan stroked her back gently and couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than his mate in his arms.
28
Mananan was sleeping the deep sleep of a man who had been fucked into oblivion. Ella was awake. She was staring at the canopy above her, thinking about how her life had been completely turned upside down by the male beside her and how much she wanted to keep him. Mostly, she thought about the Fomorian mage.
Mananan said that his brothers wanted Ella to use her magic to seek him out. She wasn’t sure how she would do it. When she had connected to the monster and the mage she hadn’t been trying to. She had been looking for something else both times and had been sucked right to them.
Ella opened the drawer of her bedside table and took out the vial of red potion that Taranis had given her. It was meant to remove her mental blocks and focus her magic. She glanced over at Mananan sleeping peacefully. She did say that she wouldn’t try it unless he was there. Chrissy had pulled her out of the last vision, and she was sure that Mananan could do the same. She wouldn’t sleep unless she tried.
Ella slipped out of bed and pulled on some underwear and Mananan’s shirt. The floor was cold, so she stuffed her feet into her boots and crept over to the sitting area.
She didn’t want to wake him and tell him her plan. She didn’t want to appear like a dud if it didn’t work. She might not have been around his family long, but all of them were extraordinary. They believed that she could find the mage, and she didn’t want to disappoint them.
Ella took the saltshaker that Mananan had brought with dinner and unscrewed its silver top. Deidra hadn’t been a witch like everyone else. She believed in finding your own way to magic. Where she agreed with other witches was that salt was used for purification and protection.
Lacking her beach, which was always covered in salt water, to draw a protection circle on, Ella tipped the salt onto the floor. She sat in the middle of the circle and held the bottle of potion.
Was she really going to do this? She didn’t know what it would do to her, but she trusted that Taranis wouldn’t give her anything that would cause her harm. She cast a look in Mananan’s direction. He would wake up if she made any cries of alarm or distress.
“Fuck it.” Ella opened the potion and downed it in a single gulp. Her throat tingled as the potion slid down into her stomach. She wasn’t sure how long it would take to work. She shut her eyes and focused on the feeling of the mage’s magic. The sticky, darkwrongnessof it.
Ella’s inner vision opened up to her. She was standing on a beach. Fires were burning amongst sleeping people.
“Okay, this is weird,” she whispered to herself. She paused, looking about, feeling the cold wind brushing against her bare legs. Sheknewthis beach. It was only about a kilometer from where the lighthouse was. She tripped over some driftwood and hit the rocky shore with a curse. Someone shushed her.
“Sorry,” she whispered and then froze in terror. She wasn’t dreaming she was on a beach.She was on the beach.
Ella’s heart leaped to her throat, and she scrambled upright. How the fuck was she on the beach?!
Ella hurried through the sleeping bodies of the camp out and towards where the sea grass grew. She stole a black cloak off a folding chair, pulled it on, and lifted up the hood to cover her silver hair. It smelled like patchouli which she hated.
Ella didn’t have a phone to call for help, and panic was rising in her throat. This was what she got for trying to help and drinking fucking potions made by a dragon.
Take a breath and think, Ella.She had grown up on these beaches and knew how to sneak away. She spotted a figure moving alone on the spit of sand that jutted into the water. A shiver of cold swept down her back as the deer bone mask caught the moonlight.
True fear clenched Ella’s chest and squeezed the air from her lungs. This wasn’t a random campout of people. These were the mage’s followers that Chrissy had told her about. She had to get out of there and tell Mananan. He said that he’d heard her telepathically before when the kraken attacked. Could she get to him again while the potion was still in her? She needed to find a quiet space, away from everyone else.
Ella crept further away, and something stung against her body. It was magic, but it smarted like a slap on sunburned skin.
“Where are you off to?” a voice demanded behind her.
Ella whirled around and found herself face to face with a man in a hoodie.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but if you must know, I need to go and find a quiet place,” she whispered back.
