Sparks of purple lightning arced between my fingers as the drugs in my system finally started to wear off. I was nowhere near back to full strength, but I had enough to cause this asshole some serious damage. He was only human after all.
He darted to the other side of the bed, his movements graceful and lithe like a fucking cat.
“Before we begin to fight,” he said, his palms open wide and his legs braced for impact. “Can I just say this is the best fucking Christmas ever?”
Chapter Thirteen
Byron
Ooh, my baby was mad. There was a fire burning in him for me and I was ready to let him scorch my skin. Fuck. Would his skin be hot if I licked it?
Wilder was covered in my marks. There were bruises along his hips, and bite marks and scratches all over him. His body looked like a twisted piece of art, and I had the desire to paint his skin over and over until the marks were permanent.
Fuck. The thought of him permanently wearing my marks was making my dick hard again. Hell, seeing him with the word ‘BABY’ on his throat and knowing I’d put it there had me wanting to beat my chest like a caveman.
“I knew you were crazy, Byron but this?!” He pointed to his throat. “This is on another level. How fuckingdare you?”
I grinned as he lunged for me over the bed and fired a spark of magic at me. It fizzled against my skin like a hot needle. He didn’t quite have his magic back, but when he did, he might actually do some damage. Although, there may also be the chance that it would just settle under my skin. I still had no idea how this magic vessel worked.
His hands slammed into my chest, and we fell backwards onto the floor. My body jarred with the impact, but I was soon distracted by the sight of Wilder climbing on top of me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He paused in swinging his arm back, his fist held aloft and I used the moment to roll him beneath me.
He grunted as the movement knocked the wind out of him. I thrust two fingers back inside him and a pleasant rumble left me at how stuffed full of my cum he still was.
“Fuck,” he hissed angrily as I stroked his prostate, his dick hardening as I watched.
“That’s it,” I cooed as he rode my fingers, a dazed look filling his eyes as his abs flexed beneath me. Jesus, what a sight.
I thrust a third finger deep inside him and the sound his hole made was obscene.
Wilder whimpered and his hands clawed down my biceps as he lost himself.
God, those fucking sounds would be burned on my memory forever. “Come on, baby. Come for me.”
Wilder blinked, and the anger returned to his violet eyes. Pain sliced across my cheek as he slapped me hard enough to send my head flying to the side.
“Get off me,” he yelled, shuffling backwards from underneath me.
He wasn’t getting away from me that easily. I grabbed his ankle and pulled him back to me, dragging him back across the rug.
Wilder hissed as the rug left a carpet burn. I flipped him over and managed to grab his wrists in one hand and yank his hips up with the other. I swiped my tongue over his loose hole, vaguely hearing a dull thud as Wilder’s head dropped to the floor.
“I hate you,” Wilder groaned as I swirled my tongue deep inside him, the taste of my own cum coating my tongue.
“I know, baby,” I replied as I wrapped my free hand around his cock. It was dripping with pre-cum. I jerked his cock in slow steady strokes, grinning as he rolled his hips and ground his ass against my tongue.
I pulled back and sank my teeth into the round globe of his ass. He made a sound like a wounded animal, and it sharpened my focus until all that was left was pure primalneed.
I licked my way up his spine and wrapped my hand around his throat. He let out another helpless sound as I pulled him backwards until he was sitting on my lap. I traced my thumb over his new tattoo, and a possessive spike ran through me. I let go of his hands and grabbed my cock, lining it up with his entrance.
“You’re mine, baby, and nothing is ever going to change that.” I sank into him, thrusting past the first ring of muscle with brute force.
Wilder’s hands flailed as he tried to find some purchase, finally sinking his nails into my wrist and forearm at his throat.
My cock throbbed at Wilder’s pained cry, and I drove all the way up inside him, loving the way his body reverberated with the impact. The noises coming from Wilder’s lips were more animal than man, and it spurred me on. I had to breed him, possess him, own every goddamn inch of him.
He wasmine.