Magic Resistant (13 page)

He gave her one last hard kiss before
dropping to his knees. A kiss on her hip, a lick on the crease of
her inner thigh. Turning his head, hot breath fanned across her
fabric covered clitoris. Her thong pushed to one side as he
leisurely licked his way up her, ending with a flick of his tongue
on her sensitive parts. Sliding down the scrap of fabric, he helped
lift one leg so her foot rested on the bed, exposing her completely
to him. He brought his face close to her, a deep inhale and then
moaned with pleasure.

“Oh yes...” He whispered against her, his
tongue darting out. “I could do this all night.”

She curled her fingers through his hair,
pulling tight, encouraging him to continue. If he stopped, she
might have to kill him. He obliged with a few more licks before
sliding a finger in to test her wetness.

Her legs shook. She gripped his shoulders to
keep upright. Slowly, so slowly, torturing her with pleasure, he
pushed another finger in and moved to her rhythm. A few moments had
her panting, her knees threatening to buckle. A final lick before
he stood, a pleased smile stretching his brilliant mouth.

“Here, let me help with the rest of your
clothes.” He said as his fingers nimbly unclasped her bra and
watched it fall to the ground with obvious satisfaction. He cupped
her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. A
little tug, sharp and sweet, before he bent down to suck on one.
Watching him, his mouth on her, tasting her, was almost too much.
On the edge, ready to freefall.

Reaching for his button, she unsnapped his
pants, pushing them down. Waiting, going slow and easy, was no
longer an option. Hard and fast, deep and pounding, she needed him
inside her. Grasping the bottom of his shirt, she tugged it
upwards. He didn’t want to let go of her nipple, sucking harder,
gently biting, but at her insistence, he lifted his head. Yanking
it off, desperate for him, she threw the shirt away, uncaring where
it landed.

Stepping out of his pants, moving closer to
her, his hard flesh rubbed against her. Spasms in her belly, a
delicious tingle between her legs. Arms wrapped around her, he held
her tight and deliberately walked her backwards until her legs
touched the edge of the bed. Sitting down, she scooted over,
waiting for him to join her.

She drank in his muscled, proud body, the
flex of his thighs as he knelt on the bed. Crawling towards her,
his eyes fixated on her breasts, his fingers trailing up her
thighs. Was it possible to orgasm from anticipation alone?

Wet heat demanded attention and her hand
drifted lower as her thighs parted. She dropped on to the pillows,
arching her back, unsure which part of her body needed him
first.

“That’s it, darling, touch yourself. Show me
where you want me to touch you.” His growl encouraged her to dip
lower, spreading her hot flesh to rub at her aching clitoris.
Cupping her breast with her other hand, she teased her already
erect nipple, needing his mouth on her.

“Please, I want you. I need you.” She hardly
recognized her own voice, arousal making it husky and low.

“Slide your fingers in, nice and deep. I want
to suck them clean.” He knelt between her legs, spreading her wide.
His tongue flicked out, moistening his lip, his eyes dark with
hunger. She was helpless to disobey. His commands crawled through
her mind, heightening her excitement.

Pressing her palm against her clitoris, she
slipped her fingers inside her throbbing entrance. Moaning, getting
closer to coming, she withdrew her fingers and he leaned forward to
suck them into his mouth. His tongue darted between them, curling
around each digit.

His cock pushed at her slick flesh, the head
rubbing against her clitoris. She gasped as she almost tumbled over
the edge, his talented tongue licking her fingers. When he released
her fingers, his head dipped to her breasts, feasting on her. His
hips rocked and she spiraled higher and higher. How much more could
she take before she exploded?

“I want to watch you come. Keep your eyes on
me, don’t look away.” He gave her a thorough kiss, leaving her
breathless and even closer to nirvana. On his knees, he brought her
legs up, resting them on his thighs. Taking himself in hand, the
erotic image seared into her brain, he entered her, inch by slow
inch.

Pulling out, he slammed into her, stretching
her. “Make yourself come. Play with your clit. Rub your nipples.
Come for me.”

He groaned when she obeyed him, his cock
sliding between fingers as her palm massaged her swollen flesh. He
pounded harder, his gaze shifted from her slick fingers to her
bouncing breasts.

“You’re so hot, so wet. I’m not gonna last
much longer. Come for me. Let me feel you orgasm around my cock. I
wanna feel you come.” His eyes locked onto her face. Her orgasm
slammed into her, taking her unaware. Body tensing, the powerful
sensations overwhelming her. Obeying him, she kept her eyes open,
letting him see the strength of emotions swirling through her.

“Oh darling…” He moaned, moving faster,
chasing his own release. “So damn tight and wet.”

A few moments of harsh breathing and hard
pounding before he followed her over the edge. Head thrown back,
his jaw clenched as the orgasm washed through him. Grinning, he
dropped his body on top of hers, still inside her as whispered in
her ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” As soon as the words left
her mouth, the enormity of what they’d said washed over her.

Stunned, she demanded, “I’m sorry, you
what?”

He rolled off her and leaned on his side,
gazing down at her. Fingers stroked her cheek as adoration lit up
his face. “I love you. I think I fell in love with you when you
threw the fireball at the troll. You didn’t hesitate, just did what
you had to. You were like an avenging goddess and looked so
incredibly sexy.”

She blinked at him, surprised and a little
touched. No one paid attention to her during battle. They expected
her to do what all Enforcers do - fight and survive. Okay, not all
the Enforcers expected her to survive, but they did expect her to
fight and they certainly did not stop to admire her battle
prowess.

Shyly, she gazed at him as she confessed.
“Bit by bit, I’ve been falling in love with you too. I tried to
resist you. I didn’t want to fall in love with my kidnapper. A
victim of Stockholm Syndrome is not something I want on my
resume.”

His horrified expression caused her to stop
and laugh. It appeared he’d forgotten their less than romantic way
of meeting. The dynamic of their relationship changed after the
first day. He’d trusted her with his secrets. Treated her with
respect and hadn’t threatened or harmed her. She was an equal in
his eyes.

Shame crept up, its slender fingers wrapped
around her throat, forcing her to see the truth.

She hadn’t reciprocated his trust. Never told
him about her magic resistance. Never discussed her close
relationship with Keeper. They talked about her family, likes and
dislikes, inconsequential things.

Not once did she mention the death sentence
hanging over her head. Did she have the right to keep this from
him? Would he stop loving her if he found out their race viewed her
as a monster, an aberration to be destroyed?

A loud gasp from the crowd, a scream forever
silenced by the keen blade. Blood sprayed on Julia’s face, shocking
her into stillness. She wanted to yell, wanted to stop them, but
it’d happened so swiftly. Her friend, beheaded. Laughing blue eyes
sightless and glazed in death.

Mouth dry with fear, she hugged Jackson tight
and buried the memories. The death of her best friend Irene, a
magic resistant mage like herself.

Until that moment, she’d thought it
overzealous propaganda from her Academy teachers.

In that horrifying moment, she understood why
Keeper drilled her to hide every trace of her genetic flaw. They’d
been merciless, uncaring of Irene’s young age.

Wiggling out of the bed, needing a few
moments to herself, she feigned a light tone and said “And now,
with all the dignity a naked person can have, I’m going to the
bathroom. Don’t take up all the space on the bed ’cause I’m joining
you tonight.”

She disappeared into the bathroom. Clean up
didn’t take long although she lingered. Pep talks had never been
her forte, so instead she channeled Markus, imagining what he’d
say.

“Chin up. He hasn’t found out yet. And what
he doesn’t know won’t kill you. Show him how wrong the Coterie law
is.” She muttered under her breath, staring in the mirror.
Certainly sounded like Markus. Too bad she’d forgotten he sucked at
pep talks.

Enough wallowing
, she fiercely
thought. An amazing man who wanted her waited in the other
room.

Leaving the bathroom, she slipped into the
spot Jackson left for her and cuddled under the blanket. She pushed
aside her guilt and worries. There was time enough to regret her
decision, after she made memories to sustain her through the lonely
future that stretched ahead of her.

Wiggling her hips, she found Jackson willing
for a repeat performance. Gleefully, she pounced on him, this time
the aggressor. She worshiped his body, showing him exactly how much
she adored him.

Several times throughout the night one would
wake the other until they fell asleep, exhausted.

Chapter Ten

“UH-HEM.” JACKSON
recognized the not-so-discreet throat clearing and didn’t react to
the new presence in the room. Julia, on the other hand, had no idea
who the intruder was. She swiftly armed herself and confronted the
threat. He stifled a chuckle, waiting to see how this would play
out.

He was
almost
certain she wouldn’t
hurt Victor.

“Whoa, whoa, pretty lady. No need to use that
pointy blade. I’m harmless.” At that, Jackson couldn’t contain his
snort of laughter.

“Alright, maybe not harmless, but I’m not
here to hurt either of you. Um, Jackson, buddy, how about a little
help here? And by the way, did you know she sleeps with a knife?”
Admiration coloured Victor’s voice. He loved strong women, ones
willing to kick ass when needed.

“Of course. One of the many reasons why I
like Julia.” He then added with pride, “She’s quite deadly with
it.”

Jackson stretched his arm around and squeezed
her gently on the hip, reassuring her he knew the intruder.

“It’s fine. This is Victor, my mentor and
demon hunting partner.”

“I’m trying hard to be a gentleman.” Jackson
choked at Victor’s statement who continued undeterred. “It’s
getting increasingly difficult to stare at the boring wall instead
of her naked chest. Not that I’m complaining. What I did catch a
glimpse of,
very nice
. However, I’m sure ogling isn't
allowed. More's the pity.”

Jackson glanced over and caught an eyeful of
Julia’s breasts. Crouching on the balls of her feet, balanced on
the mattress, she had her knife gripped in her hand. While she’d
crossed her arm over her upper torso, it didn’t do much to hide her
healthy chest. Her other arm was flat on the mattress, steadying
her body.

The blanket had fallen down, pooling at her
thighs. Sitting up, he pulled the thin material up around her
shoulders. It exposed his own chest, not that it mattered. Julia
alter her posture, now resting on her knees. She drew her arms out
and clenched the blanket under her armpits. The knife stayed in her
hand.

He gauged her reaction to Victor. Numerous
times he’d heard from different women how incredibly hot Victor
was. His smooth, deep voice drove the women crazy. Many a phone
numbers found their way into Jackson’s possession. Not for him, of
course, but to pass off to Victor.

A while back, when he’d first paired with
Victor, they answered a call to contain a succubus, a drop dead
gorgeous demon, able to charm anyone into her bed.

“
Mmm, well hello.” The succubus purred,
not at all worried they’d cornered her. “So this is the wondrous
Victor.”

Sauntering closer, she tried to trail a
finger down Victor’s face. He grabbed her wrist before she could
touch him. Jackson raised an eyebrow, shocked his partner would
dare touch one of her kind. The pheromones she exuded affected him
even several feet away. Skin to skin contact, a guaranteed way of
falling prey to her charms.

And yet, Victor sneered at her as he said,
“Nice try, sweetheart. Doesn’t work on me.”

A shudder went through her body, pure lust
shone in her red eyes. “Give me a taste.”

Victor laughed as he released her wrist.
“Not gonna happen, sweetheart.”

“
A small taste. Just one, please. I’ll do
whatever you want. I’ll make every single fantasy of yours come
true if you’ll give me a taste.” Her pointed tongue flicked over
her lips and they glistened like plump cherries. Short puffs of air
escaped from her, her chest bouncing with every shallow
breath.

Jackson activated his dampening spell, one
that shielding him from her pheromones. The primal need to satisfy
her every desire cleared from his mind, showing him how close he’d
been to the edge.

Victor leaned in close, his mouth almost
touching her ear. “I’m sending you back and you won’t fight me.
Understand?”

A low moan escaped the succubus, her eyes
closed and her body trembling.

“
Jackson, leave us.” The command in his
voice impossible to ignore. As the junior member, he followed his
partner’s orders. Nodding, he spun on his heel and exited the
building, standing guard.

Julia, he noted happily, was less than
impressed. She also didn’t relax completely, in case Victor turned
hostile. He grinned, stretched his arms above his head and thought
life was pretty good, even with certain death dodging him.

Tilting his head, he nodded to Victor.
Something important happened or else his partner wouldn’t have
shown up unannounced.