Pink flowers and pale purple fruit sparkled in the foliage around us. I glared at them before bending down to pull out a waterskin from inside my pack. Opposite me, Callan set his pack down as well and did the same.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed since we left the tunnel. It might have been half an hour. Or five hours. With all of these damn plants constantly messing with my emotions, I was starting to lose touch with reality.
At least the wolves hadn’t actually been real, and the irrational terror that had gripped me had disappeared as soon as we left that part of the gardens behind. But it was only a matter of time before the next piece of emotion magic hit.
I shook my head at the glowing woodlands around us before taking a swig from my waterskin. Hell fucking damn Harvey Grant.
“Hell fucking damn Harvey Grant,” Callan muttered after wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
A surprised laugh escaped my lips.
Callan scowled at me. “What?”
“I was just thinking the exact same thing.”
His lips twitched in a small smile. Then he heaved a deep sigh and shoved his waterskin back into his pack. “We should be out there, slaughtering Quill and the rest of his damn parliament. Not here…” Straightening, he flung out an arm to indicate the gardens. “Fighting Grant’s unruly vegetation.”
A pulse of desire flickered through me at the way Callan’s muscles rippled when he moved. I shook my head. Focus.
“Yeah,” I said instead. “But at least it explains how he came to be one of the six surviving dark mages. And why Quill and his massive army haven’t been able to take the mansion. I doubt anyone has ever gotten through these gardens without Grant’s permission.”
Callan raked his gaze up and down my body, and his eyes darkened. It made heat pool at my core.
Clearing his throat, he gave his head a couple of quick shakes and said, “Agreed.”
“We should get going.”
“Yes.”
For a few seconds, we only watched each other in silence. The sparkling pink and violet light cast colorful highlights in his dark hair. Fuck, I wanted to run my hands through it so badly. Actually, I wanted to rip his clothes off and run my hands all over him.
With great effort, I tore my gaze from his body and bent down to put my waterskin back into my pack. This really wasn’t the time for distractions. But the sudden need to feel his naked body against mine was so intense that I could barely think straight.
Drawing in a deep breath, I straightened again.
I blinked in surprise when I found Callan standing right in front of me. So close that I could almost feel his breath on my skin. His gaze seared into my very soul as he raked hungry eyes up and down my body.
My pussy throbbed with the need for him. To touch him. To reach out and just—
His lips crashed against mine. With his fist buried in my collar, he yanked my body the final distance towards him and kissed me as if the world might end any second. I raked my fingers through his hair before taking it in a firm grip while I answered the kiss with the same desperate need.
A moan tore from my chest as he slid his hands down my sides and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I could barely convince myself to draw back from his mouth enough for him to yank my shirt over my head. It fluttered through the warm evening air as Callan threw it down on the thick grass.
The rest of the glowing forest seemed to disappear as Callan and I ripped off the rest of our clothes. He was the only thing that mattered. We were the only thing that mattered.
A small part of my mind was trying to say something. Scream something. That there was something else that we should be doing right now. Something important. But the voice was quickly drowned out by the tidal wave of lust that crashed over me when I took in Callan’s naked body.
Glittering light illuminated the sharp ridges of his abs and painted his muscled chest with shifting contours. Blazing desire shot through me as my eyes dipped down to his hard cock.
Before the final piece of clothing had even finished hitting the ground, I lurched forward and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his firm body flush against mine. He slid his strong arms around my ass and lifted me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist and locking my fingers behind his neck, I claimed his mouth with furious passion while he walked us towards the nearest tree trunk.
The bark scraped against my naked back as Callan pushed me against it while continuing to ravage my lips.
In a synchronized move, I shifted my hips while Callan lifted me up and then slid me down onto his cock. A deep groan rumbled from his chest and into my mouth. With my legs still wrapped around his waist, I braced myself on his shoulders as I started moving.
Pleasure rippled through me at the feeling of his cock inside me. Angling my hips, I ground my clit against his shaft as I slid up and down the thick length. A whimper spilled from my lips.
Fuck, had he always felt this good? I just wanted to get lost in this feeling forever.
Callan’s hands roamed across my heated skin while I rode his cock, making sparkles skitter over my body in their wake. Intense pleasure pulsed through me, soaring to terrifying heights. I dug my fingers into his shoulders. A dark moan rolled from Callan’s tongue, and he bit my bottom lip while continuing to claim my mouth.
The friction against my pussy was driving me insane. I shifted my position slightly before rolling my hips at a faster pace.
Release exploded through my body. I gasped against Callan’s lips as my pussy trembled around his cock. Tightening my grip on his shoulders, I tried desperately to keep myself from falling while pleasure ricocheted through my limbs. He braced his hands on my sides, helping my movements along until release shot through him as well.
I should have felt satisfied when the orgasm wore off, but I didn’t. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
Callan must have felt the same way because after he lifted me off his cock and set my bare feet down on the grass again, he grabbed my hips and spun me around so that my back was pressed against his hard chest.
Gray force magic wrapped around his right hand as he brushed his palms together. My legs were still wobbly, so I almost collapsed against his chest when he took his hands from my hips.
Reaching up, Callan wrapped his left hand around my throat, keeping me steady and holding me firmly against him while he drew his right hand down my stomach and over my pussy.
A small whimper escaped my lips as his vibrating force magic pulsed against my clit. It was still sensitive from the previous orgasm, and I squirmed slightly against him as he rubbed a finger over it.
With his hand still around my throat, Callan leaned down and kissed his way along my jaw while his fingers traced gentle circles around my clit. Pleasure crackled through my veins. Fuck, I wanted his lips on me, his hands on me, his cock in me, all the time. Nothing else in the world mattered. Only this. Right here.
I sucked in a breath as Callan plunged two fingers inside me. A tremor coursed through my body as he positioned his thumb against my clit, sending his magic pulsing against it, while he began pumping his fingers in and out. Lights flickered through my brain. I wiggled my hips, trying to increase the friction. Callan tightened his grip on my throat in response and began a circling motion with his thumb.
Pleasure pulsed through me. I sucked in desperate breaths underneath his strong hand while his lips brushed over my jaw, inching closer to that spot below my ear. His fingers pumped in and out of my pussy.
A pleading moan slipped from my mouth.
Callan increased the pace and the strength of his magic.
My chest heaved.
Keeping my eyes squeezed shut, I squirmed against his muscular body as the pleasure trapped inside me grew. It was so close. So close now.
He kissed that perfect spot below my ear right as his vibrations shoved me straight over the edge.
I cried out as the orgasm crashed through me. My whole body shook. Only Callan’s hand around my throat kept me upright as I came hard all over his hand. He kept pumping his fingers into my trembling pussy throughout the entire climax.
When he at last pulled his fingers out and relaxed his grip on my throat, we both just collapsed to the ground. My chest rose and fell with deep breaths as I lay there on the soft grass, staring up at the dark blue heavens visible between the glowing pink flowers.
But once I had recovered my breath, that feeling came creeping back in again. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed more.
Sitting up, I slung my leg over Callan’s naked body so that I was straddling him. His brown eyes were dark with desire and need too as he met my gaze. Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulled my mouth down to his in a violent kiss. I dragged my fingers over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. He slid his hands down to rest on my sides.
In one fluid motion, he flipped us around and rolled over so that I was lying on my back and he was straddling me instead. Lightning crackled across my skin as he drew his hands up my chest and then along my arms before taking my wrists in a firm grip. My pussy throbbed with need as he forced my hands down onto the grass, keeping them trapped there while he repositioned his hips.
A satisfied groan tore from deep within my chest as he shoved his cock inside me.
I angled my hips and spread my legs wider to give him better access as he started up a rough pace.
The world could be ending for all I cared. I didn’t need food. Or water. Didn’t need sleep or air. I only needed this. This pleasure that pulsed through my body and filled my whole being. Nothing else in the world mattered. I was going to stay right here in this garden for the rest of my life.
Soft grass tickled my skin as Callan slammed into me, sending my body jerking back and forth on the ground. Still keeping my wrists trapped beside me, he leaned down and stole a desperate kiss from my lips. I deepened it.
My heart slammed against my ribs in tune with his pounding.
Curling my fingers into fists, I sucked in rapid breaths as incredible pleasure pulsed through me. This was it. This was all I would ever need in life.
Callan changed up the pace, and a moan tore from my throat.
The tension inside me was so intense that I thought I was going to shatter. Just one more push. One more and—
That all-consuming haze of lust vanished in a flash, as if someone had ripped off a veil that had been blocking my vision.
I blinked up at Callan, who had abruptly stopped with his cock still inside me. He looked about as confused as I felt. What the hell were we doing?
However, before I could open my mouth to ask that question out loud, an amused voice drifted through the warm evening air.
“Well, this was certainly an interesting way to end an otherwise dreadfully boring day.”
