His tongue thrust in, tasting like honey and spice. His powerful magic poured into me, so potent that I felt drunk.
Hot fuck, I could sip his dangerous, dark magic. Maybe I should withdraw and play it safe for once? This kissing scene wasn’t what I’d pictured before I strolled into his office—I’d expected him to yell at me before firing me.
I could have handled his rage. It was less dangerous than this.
Yet instead of walking away while I still could, I grew aggressive and possessive as if I was born an alpha wolf all along. My tongue thrust toward his to claim my prize, and I liked how he slammed the tip of his wicked tongue into my hard palate.
Pleasure rippled out like a shockwave. My cunt clenched hard, and I had no idea where his lust ended and mine began.
Rydstrom squeezed my ass and deepened the kiss, both dominating and pleasing me. A feral moan escaped my throat, and he answered with one of his own.
I wanted to fuck him. I wanted his massive cock inside me, filling me. I wanted to be fucked brutally and mercilessly, and I instinctively knew that he could deliver.
Answering my need, Rydstrom lowered me until his huge erection found my most sensitive spot. I tightened my legs and ground my hips into his. He groaned roughly.
“Ryds,” I whimpered against his demanding lips.
He carted me toward his ebony desk, his eyes hooded and shining.
Then a spark of lightning flashed and fizzed out. Rydstrom froze.
“What the—” I cried. “Is that Adele lady going to show up again?”
“I’ve enhanced the ward,” Rydstrom hissed, his voice slurring with lust. “She won’t appear again. No one can come in without my permission. However, I’m still bound by a certain court term. If I claim you in this realm, someone I care about will pay the price. But I can give you the finest, most intense oral pleasure and let you orgasm like you’ve never—”
A knock sounded from the door.
Rydstrom cursed.
I jumped off him like a startled doe. While my pussy still throbbed with aching need, part of my brain started to function as cold logic sank into my skull like hard ice.
Banging Rydstrom would unleash a sequence of domino effects that I couldn’t afford to deal with right now. As much as my body regretted not continuing what we’d started, the interruption was precisely what I needed to think straight again.
Rydstrom reluctantly let me go and snarled at the door. “Yes?”
An armored Fae knight I hadn’t met before pushed open the door and stuck his head into the office. His gaze darted between Rydstrom and me, as we still stood closer than a boss and employee should. At Rydstrom’s growl, the knight dropped his eyes right away.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” he said with a bow. “The head mage from the Silver Circle is here. He said it’s an emergency. Demonca and darkfae have gone on a killing spree.”
Chapter 23
I finished my shift at the bar, continually glancing up at the second floor where Rydstrom met with the mage leader. After about an hour, he rushed out of the club and never returned.
When I arrived home, the Fae knights still guarded the property, snarling at those from the opposite court when they crossed paths. At least they didn’t draw their longswords and charge each other now.
Rowan and Baron had returned to their palaces, since they couldn’t just ignore their kingly duties. A knight from each court informed me the kings had decided to split their time between tending to court and courting me. I appreciated not having to suffer through their constant bickering, but part of me felt more alone than I had in a long time.
Between homework and dinner, I called Detective Dallas, and he’d answered this time. There were no updates on his side, and he asked me to call him if my parents returned.
By the time my siblings were safe and quiet in bed, exhaustion swamped me, but I was too charged to sleep. I’d spent all day worrying about a million things with no answers or solutions.
Restless, I treaded to the basement where Mom used to teach me to meditate after my martial arts training. For some reason, my parents had always feared I’d go into a rage. Didn’t they know their own daughter any better? Despite my training, I wasn’t a violent person.
A couple floor cushions waited in the middle of the room, but I couldn’t relax enough to meditate properly.
Bookshelves lined the walls,