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Chapter Two

“Now wait one damn minute.”

Breeze wished like hell she wasn’t so fecking low on power.
If she had enough to zap his butt she sure as shit would. “Get off me.”

“No. You’re going to listen to what I have to say first.”

Damn her treacherous body. Heat flooded her veins as she
squirmed beneath him. Her slit became slick with liquid warmth, wanting what
his body could give her. She fought back a moan as her hard nipples brushed
against his firm chest, the thin material of her shirt hardly any barrier. “I
don’t have to listen to one fucking—”

Her eyelids peeled open wide as his lush mouth crushed down
on hers. A jolt of electricity rocketed through her at the contact of his warm
lips. She couldn’t resist the greedy thrust of his tongue. Parting her lips,
she allowed him to stroke the depths of her mouth. Damn this warlock knew how
to kiss. Her hips swiveled against his and she couldn’t miss the length of his
erection pressing against her pussy. She spread her legs, cradling his waist in
the vee of her thighs. He tasted of salt and man, an exotic mixture that tore
at her restraint.

Chehon pulled back, breaking the lip-lock. “Before you start
ranting again, I wasn’t going to tell you to go fuck some bum. In fact, I couldn’t
stand it if you did. Nor can I stand the idea of you calling on some other man
when I’m right the fuck here.”

Breeze blinked and tried to clear her mind. The lust
coursing through her was powerful, but she needed to be able to have this
conversation. “I-I don’t sleep with my partners.”

He leaned down tracing his lips and tongue over the flesh of
her neck. “I get that. But what if I wanted to be more than just your partner
in work?”

A tingling sensation traveled from her neck through her
body, making her moan. Oh, hell yeah, she would like that a lot. But it didn’t
make it a smart idea. “That could complicate things.”

His teeth grazed her earlobe. “And your point is?”

She gasped, pressing closer to his body and rubbing her
aching breasts against his chest. “My point is, I don’t want you to look at me
like just another whore magic user.” She couldn’t believe she had actually
admitted that to him.

“I could never look at you that way. I understand that you
didn’t choose this.” His hand skimmed down her side and he gripped her waist.
“When I look you I see a powerful sexiness.” His hand moved back up her abdomen
and cupped her breast.

A gasp tore from her mouth as she titled her head back,
enjoying the feel of his hands on her.

“I see breasts that tempt me to touch them. Taste them.” He
pushed the fabric of her shirt up. “Would you let me taste them, Breeze?”

A hundred inner sirens wailed inside her head. It wasn’t a
good idea, but damn if she was going to stop him. “Yes. Please.”

A wicked smile pulled at the corners of his lips before he
dipped his head. Her lacy bra didn’t mask much of the sensation. His warm wet
mouth closed over her pert nipple and he sucked the flesh into his mouth. She
buried her fingers in his hair, the locks silky and soft against her palms. She
took in a deep breath, arching her back to give him greater access to her body.
His scent wrapped around her. The sweetness of an ocean breeze on a sunny day.

She moaned as he pushed the cup of her bra out of the way
and set to work on her breast. Tongue and teeth played a sinful game on her
flesh. Her pussy throbbed and she writhed beneath him, the stiffness of his
erection stimulating her through their clothes. He moved his attention to her
other breast and she moaned as he mashed the swollen nub of her nipple against
the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Sparks of pleasure shot through her
pussy and she grew wetter, soaking her panties.

Chehon released her nipple and moved his mouth back to hers.
This time she held nothing back. Her tongue entered into a fierce duel with
his. Each slippery slide brought her arousal up a notch. Power sauntered
through her veins as she began to recharge. She moaned and he swallowed it
down. The thrill of the moment consumed her. She whimpered as he broke the kiss
and sat back on his haunches.

“Damn, Breeze. I knew it would be awesome to have you like
this, but I had no idea how powerful an effect you’d have on me.” He pulled her
boots free from her feet and then his fingers went to the fastenings of her
pants.

She lifted her hips as he pulled the leather free from her
ass, taking her panties with them. She pulled her knees to her chest and he
pulled her pants the rest of the way off. He tossed them behind him to land
carelessly on the sand. She planted her feet and spread her legs.

“Fuuuck.” His finger traced her wet slit. “Bare. So fucking
sexy.” His gaze rose to hers. “Do you know how many times I laid in bed
thinking about your pussy?”

She shook her head, wiggling her hips a little as another
set of pulses coursed through her quim.

Chehon continued to stroke her with languid movements of his
hand. “I use to think about touching you here. I knew it would be soft, like
satin. And so wet. Damn, I love how wet you are right now.”

She moaned.

“I thought about your pretty pussy a lot. I also thought
about how it would taste. What sounds you would make as I lapped up your cream
and sucked on your clit.”

A shiver of delight racked her body. His erotic words had
her anticipation climbing to a painful level. The tingling in her cunt
increased and it drove her mad. She tried to buck her hips, letting him know
silently what she needed. But he stayed with the same slow, lazy strokes.

“Will you scream when you come for me? Or will you say my
name on a whisper?”

She closed her eyes whimpering once again. She’d scream,
sigh and whatever the fuck he wanted as long as he would take her over that
edge. “Please.”

His hand left her flesh and she groaned, then gasped as his
mouth replaced it. He licked her from anus to clit and then repeated the
motion. The moan he released vibrated against her sensitive flesh with a
delicious rumble.

“Damn, you taste good.”

She gripped his head and lifted her hips. His fingers sank
into the skin of her ass and he growled as he went to work eating her cunt with
fierce flicks of his tongue.

“Hell yeah, Chehon. Feels good. Don’t stop.” Sparks crackled
inside her as her power swelled to a new level. Each suck and lick brought her
higher. Closer to the climax her body craved. His tongue fucked in and out of
her core, then returned to giving her clit furious licks that had her squirming
and panting. She pinched her own nipples and rolled them between her fingers.
Blissful currents of satisfaction cascaded over her nerve endings. Her pussy
pulsed and moisture rolled down, covering her anus.

Pleasure built inside until she thought she would scream.
The slick slide of his tongue against her lower lips had her purring and
fisting his hair in her hands. Then the low throbbing started, pulsing in her
clit and spreading through her pussy. “Chehon!” Her body quaked as her pussy
pulsed, aching to be filled. The orgasm hit hard and she moaned long and loud
as she arched her back, savoring every last spasm that racked her pussy.

Her low level powers returned as the climax worked its way
through her body. The low hum moved through her veins with a satisfying rhythm.

She loosened her hold on his hair as the euphoria of post
climax sat in. But still her body craved more. She felt his lips brush against
the skin of her inner thigh. Her gaze met his as he crawled up her body. A
quiver of desire drifted through her pelvis. With one hand he tore the tank top
from his body and she couldn’t stop her hands from going to the taut flesh of
his chest. His pectorals twitched as she ran her nails lightly down them.
Washboard abs tightened as she trailed her fingertips across them, until she
reached what she wanted. She made quick work of the fastenings.

“Do you know how many times I’ve craved your touch?” He
sucked her nipple into his mouth then released it.

Breeze pushed at the waistband of his shorts and boxers,
loving the slide of his lean hips under her palms. “Well, you’re about to get
it.”

With a featherlight caress, she traced her fingers up and
down his hard cock. She watched as his eyes slid closed and his teeth sank into
his lower lip. The change in his breathing excited her. Her gaze roamed over
his body as she gave him pleasure. He held himself up with his hands braced on
both sides of her head. Sexy was an understatement. Would this be the only time
she would get to enjoy his body? She pushed the thought away. She couldn’t make
this about anything more than the sex and magic. They had a job to do after
this, but for now she would take all that she could from the experience and
hopefully be able to pick up the pieces later.

Her thumb rubbed the head of his cock and she spread the
moisture of his precum in circles. The moan he released had her smiling as
another drop of moisture rolled from her quim.

“Damn, Breeze, that feels so fucking good, but I want to be
inside you. I want to push in, balls deep, into your hot little pussy.”

Lust coiled like a tight spring inside her at his words. She
wanted that too. And somehow she knew she’d have given in to this desire before
too long. This job had only sped things along. For once she would give herself
to someone she cared about, even if she couldn’t let him know with words. She
would try hard to tell him with her body.

Her hand encircled his cock. He was thick. Her fingers
didn’t quite meet her thumb. She spread her legs farther apart and rubbed the
head of his cock across her wet slit. The both moaned at the contact. She
placed him at her entrance and lifted her hips in invitation. As a carnal user,
she didn’t have to worry about pregnancy or disease. Spells performed annually
kept her safe from those things. And damn if she wasn’t thankful as his hot,
thick erection slid home. No, she didn’t want any barrier between them. She
wanted to feel every inch of him.

He sank down to his forearms, his lips hovering above hers.
“So tight. Feels so good to be inside you.”

She sighed and he closed the distance between their mouths.
Fused, body to body, they began the movement that was old as time. He kissed
her deep and fucked her deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pumped
in a steady rhythm against her. The waves climbed the shore and started licking
at their joined bodies. Sand clung to them, rubbing against her skin like a
coarse caress. But she didn’t care. She wouldn’t trade this moment. Not for
anything.

He nipped at her lips, her neck, mumbling sweet words of
praise as he loved her body thoroughly. The slippery slide of his cock caused
her pussy to pulse and cream. “Yes, Chehon,” she whispered as she clung to his
powerful shoulders.

“Could stay like this forever,” he whispered.

Another wave lapped at them and Chehon picked up the pace.
She sank her teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming into the night. The
sensations he brought to life in her were new and seemed to generate even more
power than usual. Her body tingled, her quim pulsed. No longer able to keep it
inside, she released his abused flesh and screamed as an orgasm sailed through
her.

“Damn, baby. I feel you coming. I feel that sweet pussy
fisting me.”

She dug her heels into his back and arched, grinding her
pelvis against his as she savored every surge of thrilling ecstasy his
movements evoked. He pushed back, gripping her behind the knees as he rose to
his own. His hands guided her legs up and her feet left his back as her knees
came to her chest. She placed her calves on his shoulders and could do nothing
but cry out as pleasure filled her. The slap of skin against skin was
accompanied by the crash of each wave.

Another climax built within her and she cried out as she
rode over that sensual edge once again. Her pussy was drenched, and despite the
cool waves, her body blazed. He made her burn, like none other.

“Breeze. I can’t hold it… Damn, baby.” He buried himself to
the hilt.

Warm jets of fluid filled her, and she moaned deep as the
spasms of his cock prolonged her own release. He let go of her legs and rolled
to the side, taking her with him. Her breaths were rapid as she laid her head
on his chest. His heart beat steady and loud against her ear. Neither of them
said a thing as they caught their breath and she tried not to think of how much
it would hurt when he walked away.

Chapter Three

As much as Breeze wished the world and its troubles would go
away, she knew it wasn’t going to happen. With a sigh she pushed away from the
warmth of Chehon’s embrace and set to righting her clothes. Her batteries were
fully charged and now she only wanted to get this job over with so that she
could go lick her wounds in private.

Sex would never be the same after what she’d experienced with
him. There was certainly a big difference in having sex for the sake of magic
and having sex because you wanted another person. Maybe she should start
thinking more seriously about opening that little potion shop. Could she really
just have mindless sex with another man after this?

Teeth clenched, she turned to face Chehon. She didn’t want
to dwell on the what-ifs. For now she could do business as usual. Or maybe not.
Her gaze roamed over him as he lay on his back in the sand. He’d brought one
arm up and curled it to rest under his head. His sex glimmered from the wetness
of their loving. Her core throbbed. Damn if she didn’t want him again. She
cleared her throat. “We have a nasty beast that wants out of his cage.
Remember?”

Chehon smiled up at her. “Back to business so soon?”

She rolled her eyes at him then stomped over to where his
shorts had landed earlier. Bending down, she retrieved them.

“Keep pointing that ass at me like that and I will have to
bend you over something.”

She couldn’t stop the thrilling shiver that coursed through
her at his words. Breeze wanted to dare him to make good on his threat. Maybe
she would later. One last sampling of his hot body for the long journey ahead.
She tossed his shorts at him. “Come on. Clock’s ticking.”

She heard the exaggerated heavy sigh he released but she
ignored him as she walked into the waves. She’d left her pants and boots behind
for the swim. Her silk panties and shirt didn’t hide much. She tugged at the
hem, pissed that she’d become self-conscious about her half-dressed state in
front of him. She’d just shared her body with him, why did it make a difference
if he sees her goods in the water? Was this part of some of those feelings she
missed out on? From the get-go the foundation’s members had trained her to let
go of her insecurities and tendencies to air toward the shy side. They wanted
her to be strong and confident in her sexual appeal. Modesty had quickly flown
out the window in her first year as a magic user. So why in the hell did she
feel heat scalding her cheeks now?

Warm, full lips brushed against her nape as strong hands
slid around her waist. She wanted to lean into him. The evidence of his arousal
pressed against her rump and she pulled away from him, needing space. High
stepping through the waves, she made her way farther into the water.

“Breeze.”

She glanced over her shoulder and saw him following. “If we
hurry we can get this job done and be at home in our beds before sunrise.”

The waves pushed against her chest and she dipped her head
below the water then came back up, pushing her short hair back away from her
face.

Chehon grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. “Why are you
pulling away from me?”

His hand held hers firmly between their bodies as his free
arm wrapped around her waist. Her gaze went from his eyes to his mouth. A bead
of water traced the edge of the fullness of his lower lip, and despite the salt
she knew she’d taste, she found herself wanting to lick it away. Teeth sinking
into her lower lip, she resisted and returned her gaze to his. “It is what it
is. We have a job to do.”

The muscle ticked in his jaw. She could tell he clenched his
teeth. Maybe things would have been easier had she found a beach bum. Her heart
constricted and she tried her best to ignore the pang of pain. Keep it simple
and casual. His head dipped near hers and his whispered words sent hot breath
fanning over her lips. She recognized the incantation he whispered. It would
give them the ability to breathe under water. Funny how every word he uttered
seemed to steal her breath now. Her tongue snaked out to moisten her lower lip
as he spoke the last lines. And then his mouth was on hers as he leaned forward
and they fell into the water.

She couldn’t resist the hungry pull of his lips on hers. Her
tongue met his with a sensual slide that had her creaming. Her arms wound
around his neck as he propelled their bodies deeper into the depths of the
ocean. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved his own legs as if he
were a merman. With speed, their bodies descended toward the ocean floor as the
passion between them rose. Flames of desire licked at her nerve endings as she
continued to kiss him deep and long. The current of the displaced water around
them caressed her body in an erotic way. She moaned into his mouth and he
swallowed it down, fisting his hand in her hair. His erection rubbed against
her clit and she clawed at his shoulders.

A fierce growl rumbled through the water, breaking past the
lust that fogged her brain. She pulled her lips from his and turned to see the
damage the teenage girls had spawned. Her toes touched wet sand as they both
stared at Moktanal’s cage. Bars of ice, laced with magic surrounded him.
Certain places hummed and glowed where the magic had been weakened. The blood
user was a strong witch indeed. It had taken three carnal users and two water
users to build this cage, and even untrained as she was, she’d nearly undid
their spells. A wave of warm water sailed past her as another roar rumbled
through the water. More ice drifted away around the edge of the bars on his
cell.

Breeze wished she could yell at the stinking lump of flesh
that had been awakened during the juveniles spell-casting session. The more he
tried to blow fire, the more the water in this area heated. She closed her eyes
and spoke the words that would bring them more light to work by. A soft glow
emanated from her body and she got her first peek of Moktanal in over four
years.

Yep. Still ugly. Massive jaws opened and another rumble of
heat passed her. Sharp teeth caked in moss overlapped his bottom lip. Damn, if
he couldn’t use a dentist. She was suddenly thankful that the spell Chehon had
woven on them had plugged her nose. She was fairly certain that there weren’t
enough breath mints in the world to fix the stink coming from his pie-hole.

Chehon released her and approached the cell. Two of
Moktanal’s four hands swiped out in Chehon’s direction. The brown scales that
covered his body shed some of the dirt and grime that had settled on them over
the years. A magical sizzle filled her ears as the magic held and Chehon
avoided damage from the blow. The water became murky with the debris. They
needed to work fast. She quickly swam to where Chehon hovered. He’d already
begun on the enchantments that would reinforce the cage.

Breeze placed her hands on his strong back, pushing energy
into him. The muscles twitched beneath her palms as their magic flowed as one
into their work on the prison. As Chehon mended the bars, Breeze began the soft
soothing words that would put the big bastard Moktanal to sleep. Sleeping
spells were one of her favorites to use. She loved the soft Gaelic words.

The beast became more docile the further she got into the
spell. To ensure she put enough staying power behind her words, she drifted
away from Chehon so that she wouldn’t split the power between them. Even though
Moktanal had calmed considerably, she could feel him fighting against her.
Apparently four years of slumber had done a good job of building up his energy.
She needed to pack more of a punch so she let the lighting
spell go as she focused more on Moktanal.

In the soft green blue glow of the cell, she continued to
chant. The beast slowly lost his foothold on consciousness. It had taken more
out of her than she’d originally thought it would. As it stood, she only
retained a quarter of the power they had generated on the beach. Kicking her
feet, she swam toward Chehon. He’d made progress on the repair. She touched his
back, pushing what reserve she had into him so that he could weave the magic
needed.

After a few minutes she could tell by the slowing in his
progress that he was running low. Damn if that young witch hadn’t done a number
to this cell. After they were through, Breeze decided she would have to meet
this little blood user herself. Better to make friends with someone of that
power now as opposed to later.

Chehon would keep recharging since they were in the water,
but he needed the boost of power that she gave. It was the whole reason she was
here. They would have to generate more. She ran her hands down his back the
traced them around his hips and to the front. Her fingertips grazed across his
hard length and she smiled. Apparently he was game. She pushed his shorts down
and he kicked them free.

Breeze gripped his cock and begun to caress it with a lazy
stroke of her hand. His free hand found hers and he pulled her in front of him.
She didn’t protest releasing his cock as he positioned her. The warm wall of
his chest heated her back as his dick pressed against the seam of her ass. She
spread her legs as his fingers made a slow track down her abdomen and beneath
her panties.

Chehon slid one thick finger inside her core and she leaned
her head back, finding his eager mouth. The kiss was sensual and slow, matched
to the rhythm of his finger working her delicate inner flesh. Another digit
joined in and Breeze moaned as he rubbed her G-spot. He continued to pour
energy into his spell as he generated more in her. They fell into a
generate-and-siphon cycle that had her hips undulating against his talented
fingers. Pleasure washed through her pussy again and again. Each pump of
Chehon’s hand brought her closer to a climax that would have her fisting his
fingers.

Her cunt quivered and he pulled his fingers free before she
went over the edge. The bite of fabric pulled tight against her hips, and then
was gone as the scrap of silk floated away. Chehon’s hard cock slid home and
she gave a soundless whimper as he pumped his hips and ground his pelvis
against her ass.

Breeze moaned as he stretched her and fucked her deep. His
dick touched her womb as he rode her from behind. His fingers returned to her
clit, pinching the bundle of nerves and making her want to scream. She lost
sight of what Chehon was doing with the magic. She no longer cared. The world
could end now and she would die a wonderfully sated woman as she came around
his dick. Tingling pulses moved through her lower belly and streamed through
her clit. Inner walls tightened and released repetitively as he stiffened
behind her. Warm jets of come washed through her and she moaned as she
continued to spasm around him. Like electricity, power hummed to life inside
her and she pushed it into him. He moaned and sank his teeth into her shoulder
as the power wave crashed into him.

Maybe she should have held some of it back, but as his lips
and tongue caressed her skin she knew he could handle it.

Chehon slid free from her body and she tried to repress the
shiver of longing and the weird emptiness his separation had caused. Damn. Why
had she gone there? She should have known better than to think she could walk
away from this without pain. She lifted her chin as she watched him work on the
last section of the cell. She wouldn’t let him see her cry. He didn’t deserve
that. Guilt was never a tool she’d use against a man. After all he hadn’t made
any promises. He’d only said he didn’t want her calling someone else with him
there. Hell, it may have been more about his manly pride. But Chehon had
mentioned thinking about her. His earlier erotic words had her closing her eyes
on a moan. Maybe it was more than pride. But she wouldn’t push. When they left
this job she would play it cool and casual.

Breeze opened her eyes as he finished off the last bar. He
turned toward her, his hair waving out in the water around his head. In the low
light she could see his wonderful smile. When Chehon held out his hand to her
she didn’t refuse. Kicking her legs, she made her way to him and the ascended
in each other’s arms, leaving a deeply sleeping beast behind in the depths.

Their heads broke through the top of the water and the spell
that controlled their breathing dissipated. She sucked in deep gulps of air as
if she’d been starved. Even though her body had been fine under the water, she
never could wait to breathe the real stuff again.

The sun rode low on the horizon in vivid pinks and blues.
Sea gulls soared in through the sky releasing their cries into the quiet
morning. She released her hold on Chehon and started swimming for the shore. He
kept pace beside her. As she trudged through the surf and onto the beach she
was halted by a hand on her shoulder. She closed her eyes for a moment, not
wanting to make this complicated. A fortifying breath entered her lungs and she
turned, ready to brush the whole thing off if necessary. She wasn’t ready for
the look of seriousness on his handsome face. Deep-blue eyes stared down into
hers and she felt as if she couldn’t move. Her breaths became shallow as she
waited for him to speak.

“Come home with me.”

Still not a promise of any sort, and the way her heart
fluttered she had a feeling that would be a majorly bad idea. “Chehon, I—”

He kissed her hard and fierce. The whys died on her lips as
she drank from his. Why did he have to make this so hard?

He pulled back. “Come home with me. I want to sleep with you
in my arms.”

Her gaze dropped to his chest and she watched as the water
drops rolled down his toned skin. “It’s not that easy. You know I have a few
men I depend on for the job and—”

“What if you could have one man?”

Her gaze snapped back up to his. “What do you mean?”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.
“I mean that I want to be the only name on that list.”