innate electricities and knew how it worked, but she had never the opportunity to attempt it.
Both held their palms flat before one another, as if pressing against a mime’s wall placed between them. Their palms were but half an inch from one another, their bodies as close, yet they did not touch. The body generated amazing heat, and it could be brewed to an alchemical mix by combining with another—without even touching.
Immediately, Vika felt the heat warm her palm. She looked into her lover’s jade eyes, and he winked. “Draw it over one another,” he directed, then recited the word to contain their powers within their beings. “Contineo.”
It felt like static electricity snapping against her palms as Vika moved them slowly before CJ’s chest without touching skin. And he, in turn, moved his up her arms and neck, and when he neared her breasts, her nipples grew so hard and wanting, she felt the desire tweak at her core and she had to press her legs together to contain the pleasure. The paired electricity snapped and vibrated until it found a rhythmic hum that wavered as if the nerve system under her skin, and perhaps it was just that, was awakened by CJ’s innate biology.
“That feels so good,” he said, drawing his hands lower over her stomach, where her muscles eased and tightened in anticipation of how good it would feel—right there. “That doesn’t hurt?”
“No, it’s...so good,” she said on a gasp as the vibrations hummed through her loins. “Makes me want to scream, in a good way. Oh, CJ, if I touch you will the connection break?”
“No, we’re just charging up now.”
“Then I need to touch you.” She gripped his erection, and he hissed and swore. “As good as I think it sounded?” she wondered.
“Fuck yeah. My whole... It’s as if... So crazy. I need to be inside you now.”
She pushed him backward and he pulled her with him onto the bed. Every bit of her skin and muscle and bone hummed as if orgasm had taken up residence permanently. It couldn’t last forever, and she didn’t want it to, but right now she needed to stop thinking and fall into it all before it was lost.
Crawling over CJ’s legs, she fit herself onto him and let out a guttural cry of delight as his cock filled her with such intensity, she felt weak in the head, in the best way possible. Above her the chandeliers tittered as if a minor earthquake, reacting to their combined magics.
“I hope those things are secured,” she said.
“They are. Vika.” He gripped her arms and held her still upon him, his jaw tight and eyes closed. “Right there.” And he swept his tattooed hand across a small box above his right side.
Suddenly enveloped by a spectacular pulse of pleasure, Vika thrust out her arms and threw back her head. Overtaken by exquisite electricity, their bodies sparkled as if a thousand wandering souls had suddenly entered, yet the feeling was all CJ as he came inside her. She could feel him claim her with the power that he wasn’t quite able to control, and then she felt his inner demons shudder and slink away. They wanted nothing to do with this wicked magic.
“Who needs a kick-start,” CJ gasped, heaving and coming down from the high, “when I’ve got you, Bright Spark of My Being.”
CJ toggled the bone whistle inside his clasped fist. Vika held the prism flashlight directly on his face, which was annoying but necessary. Darkness reigned in the subterranean depths beneath Paris. An essential location to bring forth War and Pain—and other earthbound demons. If they could slay the initial horde—which should emerge closest to the call—then they could not repopulate and spread worldwide.
That was CJ’s theory, anyway.
This task was dangerous, and he risked mortal lives should they not succeed. Should War and Pain refuse to comply—which was likely.
When had demons ever held good on a promise? Never, that he’d known. And with the promise of a kiss from Vika being their reward? Her kisses were amazing but probably not enough to make a demon heel and kowtow to their commands.
It was either this option or surrender Vika’s and Libby’s souls to the soul bringer. He absolutely refused to do so, and he prayed this planned bit of trickery would not be seen as such by Reichardt.
In effect, he was calling the Nacht März to fruition,