The Warrior Vampire(75)

Naya took a deep breath. Held it in her lungs. She’d never harnessed sex magic before. Hell, up until Ronan’s appearance in her life she’d sort of thought it was a myth. Blood magic carried more weight, but since it was sex that Siobhan wanted from Ronan, it stood to reason that the best way to skirt the troth was to fight fire with fire.

Naya’s breath left her lungs in a rush. Ronan propped himself up on an elbow as he settled down on the bed, his expression etched with concern. “Naya?”

“I’m okay.” Power tingled across her nerve endings, a pleasant warmth that relaxed her too-tight muscles. “Give me a second.”

He watched her with an intensity that sent a tremor from the top of her head to the tips of her fingers and toes. His irises were solid silver now, glowing in the low light of the bedroom. Her breasts became heavy, the nipples puckered tight under the heat of his gaze, and Naya kept her attention focused on Ronan as she eased her leggings down over her thighs.

Ronan drank her in as though it took a sheer act of will to stay put. Urgency stretched between them through the tether. Would this desperate want ever go away?

“Slower.” His voice was a rough command that caused her sex to clench around nothing. She wanted him inside of her so badly. He was unlike any other male she’d ever known. Strong, protective, fierce. Commanding. And the fire blazing in his eyes as he looked at her was enough to unravel her.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his fist clenching and unclenching at his side. Propped up on the pillow, sprawled out on the bed, his body was on display for her to enjoy as well, and the proud length of his erection was enough to cause a deep hollow ache to radiate from low in her belly outward.

She eased the leggings over her hips, down the length of her thighs. She bent at the waist and removed them from around her ankles before she straightened, clad in nothing more than her underwear.

“Put your palms flat on your stomach.” Naya felt Ronan’s words in every nerve of her body, a pleasant vibration like she was a tuning fork and he the perfect note. She did as he told her, elbows out, one hand below her breasts and the other over her belly button, her palms horizontal. “Slide them down, over your hip bones to your thighs.”

Her lids fluttered, her body hyperaware of her own touch as Naya slid her hands down. “Keep your eyes on me,” Ronan instructed. “Now, slide your fingers around to the insides of your thighs; trace your underwear all the way back up to your hips.”

Her fingertips feathered over the lace, tracing the fabric at the juncture of her thighs. Naya sucked in a breath, her sex clenching at the light contact. Power bloomed inside of her, the intense rush causing her to sway on her feet. A rose glow rose to the surface of her skin, tingling like static electricity. She followed the hem around to her outer thigh and back up to the waistline, skimming the lace just below her belly button.

Ronan shifted on the bed and his erection bobbed as though straining toward her. Naya swallowed and licked her lips as she wondered what it would feel like to have his hard length glide between them.

“Cup your breasts.”

The words were rushed, forced through his lips on a sharp exhalation of breath. Naya couldn’t help the moan that accompanied the tingle of sensation that traveled to the tips of her hardened nipples when she took herself in her palms. Her eyes were riveted to Ronan and his hips surged, thrusting into air. Without being told, she took her nipples between her fingers and rolled the hardened peaks, her head falling back on her shoulders as she let out a deep sigh.

“Fucking hell, Naya.” Ronan pressed his head into the pillow, his fists clenched so tightly at his sides that the veins stood out in relief, cording his arms. “Are you wet?”

She ventured down past the waistline of her underwear, desire raging in her body with the pounding force of thunder. “Yes,” she moaned as her fingertips met her wet core. “Gods, yes.”

“Get on the bed.”

Each encounter with Ronan was better than the last. More erotic. A thousand times more intense. Sensual. She climbed up on the bed and went to her knees beside him. The words pushed past her lips in a thick, husky murmur when she said, “This might feel a little strange, but just bear with me, all right?”

“An adventurous female,” Ronan replied with a cocky grin.

Magic pooled in her gut, gathering in the center of her body. It pulsed and grew within her. Thriving. Contrary to Luz’s opinion, magic once manifested was no different from any other living thing. The trick was controlling it and manipulating it to her will. Giving it purpose.

She climbed up on the bed and straddled Ronan. His erection pressed against her barely clad pussy and Naya worried she’d come before she even had a chance to put this magic to the test. Her head swam in a giddy haze and a lazy smile tugged at her lips. If every encounter with Ronan produced such an intoxicating side effect, she’d have to master her control or quickly become a hopeless addict. Already she felt her grip begin to slip.