“Did you tel her?” The bottom of her foot brushed up and down his calf.
Shaking his head, he gave a rueful smile. If Chloe knew more about his partner, she’d know the elf was always three steps ahead of everyone, even without extraordinary precognitive abilities. “I didn’t need to.
She knows.”
“She does?” Chloe blinked.
“Some Magickals can sense it when the end is near.” He brushed her hair away from her face, rubbing a shiny, blue-black lock between his fingers before tucking it behind her ear. “Selina is old, almost at the end of her natural life anyway.”
Her chin dug into his chest when she shook her head. “The death you’re talking about isn’t the natural end of life.”
“No.” He let his breath ease out slowly. “No, it’s not.”
She drew patterns on his chest with the tip of her finger, and even as exhausted as he was, he felt his body stir. He almost groaned. There was no way he was doing anything about it right now. Later, definitely.
She smiled at him as if she knew what he was thinking. “So, you’re there and I walk in and you can’t see my fate and you like your women like that?”
He snorted and arched his eyebrows in disbelief. “After my wife? You think I wouldn’t run like my ass was on fire from a woman whose future I couldn’t see?”
Her nose wrinkled. “Yeah, good point.”
Pul ing her up until she was draped across his chest, he kissed her soft mouth. “You were irresistible. The last thing I wanted was to look at someone and see the end of them, know exactly how numbered their days were. Even if they were going to live as long as Selina, I didn’t want to see it.” He shifted her until she straddled his hips, slipping his erection into her hot sheath, wanting that connection. Her sigh was al pleasure, and she shut her eyes and relaxed bonelessly against him. His palms cupped her hips, and his tension unwound as wel . “With you, sweetheart? I couldn’t see anything. Not so much as a flash like I had with Laura. Nothing. I didn’t even have to hold back my precognition. It got the night off for some R & R. So did I.”
Her smile was smug, but her eyes remained closed. “Glad I could help take your mind off things.”
Listening to her breathing even out, he knew the exact moment she slipped over into sleep. He could feel blissful unconsciousness coming to claim him as wel , and he fought it off just long enough to check the magical shields on the apartment.
Chloe made a little sound in her sleep, and burrowed into him. He held her tight, needing her near more than he’d ever needed anything in his life. Shutting his eyes, he sighed. Even his last thought wasn’t enough to keep exhaustion from dragging him under.
Losing her now just might kil him.
Hot moisture coated Merek’s cock when his eyes flared open the next morning. Chloe’s tongue worked along the underside of his dick as she sucked him hard. A harsh groan broke the silence in the room, and he laced his fingers in her silky hair, holding her in place. He barely remembered to throw a spel up to muffle the sounds in their room before he cried out. He felt the head of his dick hit the back of her throat.
“Gods. Yes. Chloe. Please. I . . .” The words were broken, barely coherent fragments of thought, his control spinning away as he arched off the mattress, needing to fuck that talented mouth.
She chuckled, and the vibrations against his shaft damn near made him come. His fingers clenched in her hair, and he gritted his teeth to hold off orgasm as long as possible. This was too good to end so soon.
He shuddered as she licked and tasted him, swirling her hot, wet tongue around the head of his cock. A hoarse sound of pleasure wrenched up from his chest. His body bowed in a tight arc, his hips jerking upward without any direction from his mind.
Gods, if she used any kind of magic on him—
The thought had no more than drifted to the front of his consciousness when he felt a slow sizzle slide down his flesh as she sucked him deep. He jackknifed on the mattress, caught her shoulders and had her on her back before she could do more than moan a protest.
“I was having fun.”
“So was I,” he growled. “A little too much fun.”
He forced her thighs wide with his, and fil ed her with one quick jab. She gasped, arching underneath him.
Her legs wound around his hips, and her hands rose to clutch at his shoulders. “Hurry, Merek.”
Restraint had slipped through his fingers, and he didn’t need any urging. He couldn’t have slowed down if he’d had a gun pressed to his temple. He needed her, craved her. Now. Right now.
After the gut-wrenching emotions of the night before, the mindless ecstasy she offered him now was more than he could resist. She wanted it, he wanted it, and he wanted it with her. Only with her.
Her slim thighs wrapped tight around his waist. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Just like that. So good . . . right there.
Oh, please. Merek!”
“Ah, gods.” It was too much, listening to her litany of pleasure. His hips bucked, driving his cock into her sweet heat with brutal force. She was right there with him, dragging her nails down his back, sobbing for him to move faster, harder, deeper. And he gave her what they both needed. The feel of her sleek sheath gripping his cock was so damn good.
The bedsprings squeaked beneath them, and the headboard thudded against the wal . Slapping skin, harsh cries, low moans, gasping sobs. A carnal symphony of lust.
Al of it turned him on even more. Everything about her did.
Seduction spel s flowed back and forth between them, shoving them higher. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out every other sound. There was only her, only this. Her mouth opened in a silent scream when he sent a pulse of his own lust dancing over her flesh. Golden light burnished her skin, made her a fiery goddess in his arms as an unholy gleam lit her eyes. She spread her fingers wide on his chest, and white-hot lightning arced from her to him, sizzling his nerves until he was on the edge of orgasm.
“Fuck, yes. Baby, that’s just—” He didn’t bother trying to gather enough wits to finish the sentence.
Instead, he thrust deep, ground his hips against her clit. He knew now exactly which angle would make her— “Merek!” Her hands seized his biceps in a frantic grip as she twisted beneath him. “Faster. Please. Yes.
Merek. Please. Fuck me harder.”
He couldn’t stop a smug smile. There was no ecstasy as potent as a woman begging for more. When she gave him the same smug smile and deliberately fisted her pussy on his dick, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He didn’t even want to. “Now. Right now.”
“Yes!” She arched underneath him, and heated spel s from her gripped his cock each time he plunged into her slick channel. Desperation made his movements harsh, frantic. So close. He reached between them and thumbed her clit, tweaking it with a spel that made her gasp and explode in his arms.
Her pleasure hit him in a wave that dragged him under, and he let it, welcomed it.
When he came, the rush was more intense than anything he’d ever known. It burned him from the inside out, ripping at his very soul. For once, he didn’t fight, didn’t resist, didn’t try to hold on to any kind of control.
His body jerked, come jetting from him as her pussy contracted around his cock. She sobbed his name, and he worked her as long as possible, shoving his dick deep, wringing them both out.
“Chloe,” he groaned. He sank down on her with the vague wish that he could stay inside her forever, that the pleasure he found with her would never end. He shuddered, buried his face in crook of her neck, and licked the salty sweetness of her flesh.
She sighed and shivered, trailing her fingertips in long, slow sweeps over his back. “Good morning, by the way.”