Dark Magic

Vinorca Jona POV

“Then touch me. Show me how much you hate me yet want me.” The words slurred past my lips, my chest heaving.

My ass pressed against the hard table, legs wrapped around his torso, and the position left me achingly close. His crotch practically ground against me through our clothes.

“You’re going to throw me into a rut if you keep leaking these pheromones, bunny.” He dropped his head to my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and let the tears fall, heat consuming me from the inside out. “Ru...t?” I fumbled over the word, but it was all I could manage. With every sensation in my body going wild, it was a miracle my senses were even remotely intact.

“My mate.” The word came out as a growl as he sucked at the side of my neck.

“Ahmh.” The moan tore from me as his saliva and tongue eased the fire under my skin.

Dante’s hands slid beneath my top, fingers grazing my bare waist before pinching lightly. My mouth, which had been desert-dry moments before, flooded with saliva at the touch.