Alpha Nox
I wanted—it wanted me to peel his clothes from his body and lick every inch of him, every glorious muscle until his eyes fluttered open and I could see for myself how close he was to coming undone. And even when he spilled, I’d drink him—still starving for more.
Then, as if this shit situation I put myself in couldn’t get any worse, my magic began to awaken. The whisper of the bond, coupled by the sensation thrumming throughout my body, acted as a siren’s song my magic couldn’t, or didn’t want to, ignore.