Elfcharm (7 page)

“Corbin,” I said, trying to rein in this new side of me. “I need.”

“What do you need?” he asked when I didn’t go on.

“I just need,” I said, taking a step towards him, reaching my hand out, stopping just short of touching the skin I wanted to claw. “I might hurt you,” I finally said, dropping my hand and taking a step back from him.

“You’ve never hurt me,” he said, almost stepping into the herb patch with me.

“But I might this time,” I said. “Andre, I need Andre.” Something flashed behind Corbin’s eyes when I told him I needed another man even though he was standing right in front of me. “I can’t hurt Andre,” I said in explanation. The anger from earlier was back on Corbin’s face, turning his rich brown eyes to a deep black, an abyss that I could fall into if he would let me.

“Hurt me then,” Corbin said, reaching out for me, grabbing my hands, and pulling me close to him, crushing my body against his, making the points of the star in the charm nearly cut into my skin. Only his sweats and the chicken wire at our feet were keeping us apart. The hard panes of his chest pressed into me and I wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth into that sweet, muscled flesh.

I lost what little restraint I still had when his skin touched mine, and when his mouth found mine, the power rushed out of me, flowing into him. Corbin’s grip on my hands spasmed as he struggled to ride the wave of power, holding on to me for balance. I pushed into him as I stepped over the chicken wire. My muddy feet didn’t even slip on the roof top tile, the new magic making me agile and sure. Ripping my hands out of Corbin’s grasp, I gripped the waist band of his sweats, dipping down as I pulled them off, urging him to step out of the pool of wet fabric.

When I stood back up, I gripped his shoulders, my nails cutting into his delicate human flesh, and leveraged myself up to wrap my legs around his waist. His cock was hard and thick, the length of it pressing between us, pushing the wet folds of my pussy open, gripping him without taking him in. Corbin held me under my thighs, his fingers gripping me almost as hard as I gripped him. The pinch of pain shifted something inside of me and another crack of thunder boomed in the air above us. Corbin flinched, but managed to recover quickly.

I smiled at him, but imagined I looked like a hungry wolf, excited her prey hadn’t escaped this time. I claimed Corbin’s mouth, plunging my tongue inside, catching his tongue between my lips, sucking on it, pulling a noise from him as he ground his hips into me.

“Yes, Corbin,” I said, breaking away to let him breathe. “Hurt me,” I said, knowing in this state that he couldn’t possibly hurt me, but I wanted his ferocity, I wanted his passion. Tonight I was finally going to break him; I was going to shatter that perfect composure as he screamed for me.

Corbin walked forward, carrying me as I kissed and licked the rain drops and blood from his skin, the sweet water and iron tang mixing in my body, awakening the dormant bite on my shoulder. I cried out as a throb of pleasure pulled my body tight. I felt the concrete edge of the roof lip pressed into my back. I opened my eyes to see the railing of the fire escape on either side of me. Corbin had laid me over the edge of the roof so that my body arched, my legs still around his waist and my head and shoulders hanging over the edge. The rain pounded on my stretched stomach and mounds of my breasts, puckering my nipples as the cool water teased them.

Corbin’s hands slid from under my thighs to around my hips, holding me in place as he pressed the swollen and wet tip of his head against my pussy. He slipped inside of me easily, sliding all the way in until his sharp hip bones pressed into my thighs. He arched his back, a groan rumbling through him as he savored the moment of our bodies wedded as close together as man and a woman could be. I gripped the railings, feeling the iron burn my hands, directing some of my magic through my arms and into my hands, healing them as they burned.

“Corbin, more!” I screamed. “Break me!” Thunder erupted overhead as I screamed, snapping Corbin out of his reverie. His fingers curled painfully into my hips until his nails bit into my skin to hold me in place as he slid his cock out of me until only the head remained pressed inside of me. He forced himself inside of me again, slamming his hips forward until he was deep inside again. Corbin continued this measured, but forceful pace. The sounds of his body slapping into mine could be heard over the storm, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

I loved the feel of him between my legs as the water rushed over me, touching every inch of me in a way you just couldn’t feel otherwise, but I knew if I wanted to shatter Corbin’s composure and feed the power inside of me, I was going to have to take matters into my own hands. I could feel the effects feeding him some of my magic was having just by the strength in his hands on my hips, so I didn’t even spare a thought when I whipped my head forward, lifting my shoulders, and put my hands on his chest and shoved him back.

Corbin fell, pulling me with him until he hit the ground with a grunt of surprise. I clung to him with hands and thighs, riding him to the ground, landing on top of him with his cock still inside of me. I grinned down at him, arching one brow at the look of shock on his face when he realized what we just did.

I grabbed his hands and pulled them away from my hips, guiding them up my body, over my stomach to my breasts, massaging anywhere and everywhere with my hands over his. I rolled my hips back and forth, riding him slowly at first until I felt that telltale pulse between my legs. When I had thrown him to the ground, I had wanted to fuck him until he was boneless under me, but suddenly that sweet agony changed my mind and I knew I wanted to cum over his cock and watch his face as I did.

Holding one of his hands on my breast, encouraging him to tease my nipple between his fingers, I picked his other hand up and took two of his fingers into my mouth. I sucked his fingers deep, swirling my tongue around them, sliding them in and out of my mouth. Corbin’s lips were parted and his eyes had fallen half closed as he watched me, and I felt his cock jump inside of me, wishing it was in my mouth. I let his fingers slide out of my mouth as I arched my back until I could place my hands on his legs, pressing my pussy as close as possible to him. I shifted my hips back and forth, circled around, quick, quick, slow, quick, quick, slow.

I could hear him encouraging me, telling me to give it to him, wanting to see me bounce on top of him as I came. Corbin never spoke to me like that, and hearing his voice brought low and his hands burning on my skin, I almost lost control. I bent forward over him, bracing my hands on his chest, making my breasts bounce in front of his face, the necklace swinging forward between us, the light casting shadows as it moved. Corbin lifted his face and caught one of my nipples in his mouth, surprising a moan of pleasure out of me as he sucked me hard, dragging his teeth over my nipple. I had teased myself enough; crooking my nails into his skin, I rocked my body harder and harder, grinding against him until the thunder in the sky was rumbling out of control with my cries. A bolt of lightning flashed in the sky as the orgasm ripped through my body, making me scream his name to the heavens, my body trembling as I drank in the power of the storm and his skin touching mine, pouring power into him in a mad rush.

“More,” I whispered to Corbin even as the waves of pleasure were still rolling through me, my pussy still quivering around his rock hard cock.

“More,” Corbin said with a nod, and in the next moment, we were up and Corbin had me pressed into the cement wall. His hips were pounding into me, his head tucked into the curve of my neck, his breath washing over my wet skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaving my legs open around his hips, not wanting to constrict his new fervor. His mouth was so fucking close to my neck, to the throbbing bite on my shoulder, I could feel the feather touch of his lips.

“Bite me, Corbin,” I said, and he didn’t hesitate. His teeth found the crescent moon scars and the delicious pain shot through me in an arrow of heated pleasure. I screamed his name as every muscle in my body clenched and he had to force his thick cock into me, pushing my walls open as he fucked me. I raked my nails over his scalp with no hair to grip.

“Yes, Corbin. Yes,” I breathed, feeling him start to lose that constant resolve. His hands gripped my legs as he growled against my neck, pressing me harder into the wall, and under the thunder, I thought I heard the concrete behind me crack, my power coursing through him making him as strong as any elf.

“More, Corbin,” I begged. “More!” The wall gave in a spider web crack behind me, letting my body sink into the depression, but Corbin never lost his rhythm. Finally, finally Corbin began to let go. He growled like a caged animal suddenly free as he ravaged me with nails, teeth, and cock. When he came inside of me, arching his whole body back while he shook with pleasure, he screamed like he never had before, his voice echoing the thunder rolling around us.

The power and magic we had raised washed in and out of me, in and out of him until we were each left with an equal divide and yet fully whole. I knew my eyes were shining when Corbin lowered his face to mine and kissed me deep and long. I could taste blood in our kiss, and for the first time, Corbin didn’t shy away from it. When he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, I could see the power swirling in his brown depths, making them bright like fresh honey.

We lay together on the roof until the moon set and the sun rose in a riot of color as the clouds of my storm had begun to shift and break apart. Corbin fell asleep next to me, his chest rising and falling slowly and his arm acting as my pillow. We never felt the chill of the concrete or the rain; our bodies were so full of power that no discomfort could touch us. The cuts I had given him as I carved my pleasure into his skin were red, but healing already, his body adapting to the magic easier than either of us had thought possible.

I reached for the charm at my neck and gripped it in my hand, feeling the warmth of the crystals under my hand. Fallon had promised the charm wouldn’t put me under a spell, and right then, as I looked around the garden that had blossomed around us, I believed him. No, it hadn’t placed me under a spell; it had broken a spell.