Page 134 of An Oath at Midnight

“Do it, whatever it is, I want you to do it,” she said, no hesitation, trusting me with her body, trusting me to take care of her, like she always had.

I swallowed again, the sound audible in the small room. “You sure?”

“Positive. I want your mark on me, Bram.”

The predator in me spread its wings and flexed its claws. “Lie on your back and spread your legs for me. Show me what I’ve been missing. Show me what you’re gonna give me.” Her breasts shook with her labored breaths, nipples taut. She did as I asked, lying back and letting her legs fall wide.

My skin was burning and tight. Reaching back, I gripped my shirt, dragged it over my head and tossed it aside. “More, Magnolia, spread yourself for me. Are you wet, baby?”

Her hand drifted down her belly and, panting, she did as I asked, and slid a finger over her pretty, slick flesh. “I’m…I’m so wet,” she said.

“I need you dripping for me, Mags. I don’t want you feeling a moment of pain, just pleasure when I push inside you for the first time.” I squeezed my hard cock through my jeans.

“Take the jeans off,” she said. “I want to see you.”

“Not yet. If I start stroking now, watching you like that, I won’t last.” I dropped to my knees at the end of the bed, my gaze reaching hers between her spread thighs. “Play with your clit, Mags. Make yourself come fast for me, can you do that?”

She nodded and slid her fingers over her clit while her gaze held mine. Her scent filled the room, and it was driving me closer and closer to the edge of sanity. I wanted to taste her again, tease her, make her scream my name over and over.

Magnolia whimpered, the muscles in her thighs tensing and releasing, her belly quivering. Her lids lowered, eyes heavy with lust. She was breathtaking. “You close, baby?”

“Yes.”

I growled when she rubbed her slick little clit faster, and I had to press my hard dick against the mattress to ease the ache, barely stopping myself from thrusting against it. She cried out, and I fisted the covers to hold myself back when she arched against the bed. Her pussy clenched and released as she came for me, so wet she glistened from it, soaking the covers beneath her ass.

Standing, I undid my jeans, shoved them down and kicked them off, squeezing my cock again through my underwear, then shoved them down as well because I couldn’t hold back now. “Show me your hand, two fingers out.” She instantly did what I asked and I bent down and spit on them, needing part of me inside her right the fuck now. “Push them inside for me, Mags, but not all the way in, not yet.”

She trembled, breathing hard, still not fully recovered from her first orgasm. Her second would be with me buried deep inside her. She nodded and pushed her slick fingers inside, and her hips lifted instantly. She drew them out, then back in with a whimper.

The color on her cheeks deepened, and she was breathing heavily. “You’re already close, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes.”

I stroked my cock faster. “Your reaper power kicks in fast, so I need to try not to make any contact with your skin before I slide inside you. I’m gonna need you to roll over for me, baby. Ass in the air, those fingers still in your pussy.”

She did as I said, and I had to squeeze my cock hard not to come when her perfect round ass was aimed right at me, pussy spread and ready to be filled.

“Nice and wide, that’s it, chest to the bed. I’m gonna get up behind you now, so don’t move, the only thing moving are your fingers, okay?”

“Okay,” she groaned.

She was so wet, her juices dripped down her fingers.

I moved as close as I dared. “I don’t want to hurt you, Mags, but I’m gonna need to shove my cock inside you hard and fast. I can’t ease into you, and you’re gonna have to push back to take me deep.”

“I k-know. It’s okay.” She moaned into the covers, her fingers still thrusting in and out.

I stroked my cock again and groaned. I was gonna go off as soon as I was inside her. Holding back was the hardest thing I’d ever done. “Deeper now, baby, faster. Get yourself to the edge. Do it. Quickly now.”

The sound of Mags fucking herself for me was more than I could take.

“Bram,” she moaned. “Oh, I’m…do it. Do it now.”

“Brace,” I growled, lined my cock up with her wet-as-fuck entrance, and slammed my hips forward. The head of my cock punched inside her. “Take me,” I snarled as she shoved back, taking me all the way to the root.

She screamed, and her pussy clamped down on me, clutching and gripping over and over. I roared as I pulsed inside her, coming hard, filling her. My talons exploded from the ends of my fingers, and I grabbed her shoulder, holding her in place as I pulled out and slammed back in.

Then my eyes rolled into the back of my fucking head, pleasure, euphoria, joy filling me. My crow’s song bubbled up from my gut, my chest, bursting from my throat—