MAGE CHRONICLES: THE BEGINNING

66. Beautiful Rapture.

"There's no use, it's not like I can change things."

"Very wise mate."

"Is my birthday my real one? Never mind, my mama gave me a new birthday, I'll stick with that one."

He hums, sounding sleepy, but I continue with my musings.

"Do the rest know? Dad? Rhys?"

I get no answer.

I glance at him to find his eyes closed, he looked so peaceful, almost harmless.

"Not harmless," he mumbles dragging me closer which causes me to rub on him. I deserved an award for how pointedly I had ignored the fact that the man had been hard throughout.

"My mate is lying on me, I can feel her softness, and when I pull her closer she melts into me," he prys one eye open, "How can I not be hard?"

Shit!

I scramble off him so fast I twist up my legs in the process, but he just huffs a laugh following more fluidly.

"Scared?" he asks advancing on me.

I swallow hard, fighting the urge to move back. He moves closer and I give in to my instincts moving back until I hit the wall behind me.

"No, you don't scare me."

"Hmm, I think I do," he says moving even closer we are practically glued together.

"But, you like it, my naughty mate, the thrill turns you on, doesn't it?" he moves to nibble on my ear not expecting an answer and I almost combust.

Fuck this! Acting on instinct I heave myself up, and he acts fast grabbing onto my legs and hefting me higher wrapping them around his waist. With the height difference, he was right where I needed him to be.

Rhian pulls my arms from around his neck pinning them above my head, as he grounds into me.

Fuck yes!

He does it again eliciting a moan from me as I tighten my legs trying to move him closer.

He obliges and moves closer; the move provides the desired effect. My thoughts splinter and the insane urge to chase release overwhelms me. He tilts my face up to stare directly into his eyes which were glowing golden.

"That's it, little mate," he rasps urging my hips to move faster while holding me firmly against him enhancing the friction, "Take what you need from me."

And boy do I take. I can feel it building from the pit of my stomach, I'm getting closer but not really there, the frustration has me almost sobbing.

"Rhian—-please..."

"Want me to help you, little mate?"

I nod my head eyes pleading, I was right there.

He lets out a harsh expletive, grabbing my hips, and then he did help, he pulls me down every time he thrusts up forcefully, and it feels glorious.

A couple more thrusts and I hurtle over my, vision failing, I bury my face into his neck biting down hard needing something to anchor me as an avalanche of sensations bombards me.

Rhian stills letting out a deep groan, he's holding back and I can feel him vibrating with the effort.

To his credit, he doesn't drop me, though I must feel like dead weight; my muscles had gone lax. He peppers kisses on my face as I calm down trying to regulate my breathing.

Oh, fates, first the gym and now a dry hump on the roof against the wall. I was turning into such a hussy, but boy did it feel good.

"Why didn't you..." I break off wondering how to put it.

"Why didn't I come?"

I blush nodding, which I'm sure was a contradiction since my legs are still wrapped around him.

"Because, Oisin, when I finally let go, I want it to be inside you and preferably in bed where I can pound into you to my heart's content before I fill you up."

Oh fates, a shudder runs through me at his words. He says all this in a crooning voice close to my ear like he wasn't spouting the filthiest shit ever. Why was this attractive?

"Because it's from me," he answers letting me down finally holding onto my waist as I wait for my legs to get on board and do their work.

"Cocky," I grumble.

"No, just confident," he says with a nip at my lips.

I go to answer, when he stills, "Ah little mate, time to go."

"Go where?"