Page 32 of Mage Massacres

I ran my fingers down his abdomen, bumping each of his abs through his shirt. “Do you want me to?”

“No. I’m just curious about how deep into my psyche you can dive when you’re properly distracted.”

The scent of blood and arousal floated around me, a heady mix that turned me on as much as my demon’s whispered challenge did. A groan ripped from my lips, leaving me unable to reply as he kneeled in front of me, dragging the tight cotton material with him.

Stone’s mind was more challenging to read than any of my mates’, but if I wanted to pry all his thoughts from his head, I could. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy his wandering hands and his darkening eyes, though.

I desperately wanted the distraction he was offering. I needed to forget myself, if only for a moment. But I didn’t want the foreplay he was trying to start with. I wanted rough and raw; a little pain with my pleasure.

He bit the inside of my thigh with his human teeth, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to bruise. The dull throb went straight to my core, setting my veins ablaze. My body burned as his touch became more possessive.

I pushed my fingers into his hair, tightening my grip to get his attention. His eyes rolled up, searching for mine as he swiped his tongue across my clit. That one motion nearly had me changing my mind.

Nearly.

I tugged at his hair, not being gentle at all. His groan was frustrated and wanton, but we could come back to the foreplay later.

I narrowed my gaze, snapping my fingers to remove his shirt and my tights. “I don’t want to be coddled and worshipped, Stone. I want to be broken and sore.”

He snatched the cotton from my hand, tossing the black material over his shoulder without care. I was slick with need, my arousal dripping onto my thigh as I waited for him to make a move.

When he continued to stare at my legs, I grew impatient. I called my magic into the tip of my finger, focusing on the button and zipper of his jeans. I drew a 9, imitating the circular shape of the button and the zipper.

His eyes snapped to mine, the black depths flaked with orange ambers of hellfire. As the flames died, so did his control. His hands shot out, wrapping around the tops of my thighs as he lifted me.

I smiled down at him, crossing my arms behind his neck as I kissed my way lower, more teeth and nips than anything sweet. He readjusted his grip, an agitated growl slipping past his lips at the inconvenience of the empty shelves behind us.

“Desk,” I whispered.

Stone shifted his hands, keeping his left under the top of my thighs as he used his right to knock the box off the desktop. My skin barely touched the cold surface before my eyes rolled back. He impaled me in one rough stroke, bottoming out before grinding his hips against mine.

I dragged him closer to me, propping my feet on the desk legs as leverage to get the force I wanted. Each thrust threatened to shove me farther from him, but his fingertips gripped my ass cheeks with bruising force.

I raked my nails over his shoulders, digging in more with each pass until I could feel his skin splitting. Blood and sex drenched the air, causing my mind to white out as my core clenched. The slapping of flesh, moans, and grunts echoing around us in the empty office was all I could hear.

He pumped his hips harder, faster, more erratic, as he flung us both over the edge of release at hyper-speed. I bit my lips, attempting to seal them together to silence my scream. With his last thrust, the desk leg splintered beneath me.

Stone snatched me away, slamming his back in the wall as he stumbled. I leaned my forehead against his shoulder before a giggle broke free. He cut his eyes at me, and I kissed his cheek.

“Thanks for that. The furniture in here was atrocious, so now I can pick something else out.”

Lapis eyes glared playfully back at me. “Is there anything else you need to be broken or—”

The door made a high-pitched whining noise as Novak came staggering into the room. Vaughn was behind him, but his pace was much slower, his grin knowing.

“What was that thumping sound, and why does it smell like—” Novak raised a pierced brow as Stone and I pulled away from each other. “Right. Never mind.”

“Where did my tights go?” I questioned, amusement thick in my voice.

My demon shrugged nonchalantly as he tucked his dick back in his pants, but he maneuvered around the broken desk to pick them up.

I cleared my mind while they talked, trying to recall where I last saw a dirty t-shirt or a rag or… something that I could use to wipe the cum off my thighs. I wasn’t keen on my tights sticking to my legs.

“You could probably find something more appropriate in the second drawer in your closet?” my vampire suggested.

“I suppose that could work,” I snarked, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

I snapped my fingers, making sure I used every bit of my focus to bring that skimpy, red lingerie to my outstretched hand.