Lost Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 4)

She tries to push me down, desperate to take over, but I easily overpower her, forcing her to endure every moment of the pleasure that stays just out of her grasp.

“Chaz,” she whispers through strain. “Please.”

One word. One command. One plead.

“Say you’re mine, and I’ll give you anything you want,” I tell her, my lips lazily running over hers as I move back into the painfully slow rhythm.

“Yours,” she hisses as sweat beads on her forehead. “All yours. Anything you want.”

My mouth takes hers harder, and my hips slam into place. She cries out, biting my lip in the process. I taste blood, but I don’t care. My thrusts grow rougher, and her nails dig in deeper, holding onto me even as the bed collapses to the ground, shattering under us as the floor groans in protest.

The walls start to shake behind the bed, but the whole fucking house can collapse as far as I’m concerned. Her heels dig into my ass, pressing against the flexing muscles there as my strokes get more insistent, more demanding.

When she screams out my name, red energy shoots from her body, burning a hole through the ceiling.

Fuck it. Fuck everything.

She’s all that matters, and her falling apart to the point of losing her control on magic is fucking beautiful.

As she clamps around me, I flip her over, ready to own her in every possible way.

Chapter 27

KYA

Chaz doesn’t let me catch my breath as the most bone-shattering orgasm in the history of all orgasms continues to make each of my muscles spasm. I feel deliciously stupid and deliriously high as he jerks my hips into the air, pressing my body at an angle as he slams into me from behind.

It drags out the euphoric overload, the still quivering mess of nerves firing rapidly in a sensual assault against my body. I don’t even know what sounds are escaping from me when a second violent wave of ecstasy shoots through me, ripping across my body like erotic flames.

A sharp pain strikes against the skin between my neck and shoulder, but it just tips me over a third time, driving me a little closer to madness as Chaz uses my body any way he wants to. It’s incredible.

I never knew sex could be full of connection and purpose. Something so devastatingly beautiful that it holds me down and lifts me up at the same time.

The sting against my shoulder grows more noticeable as Chaz’s rhythm grows unsteady, staggering his pace. He’s close. So close.

I want him just as wild as I feel. I want him thrashing with abandon as though the world could burn and we couldn’t be bothered to care.

His growl vibrates against my skin, against the sore spot. I try to lift my head, but when his fingers dig into my hip and his thrusts turn into steady, jerks of finality, I release a smile. Especially when he makes all the wild sounds.

His beast and my demon make an odd pair, but it all feels so good. So right.

He collapses on top of me, but the burn in my shoulder turns into an ache I can’t ignore any longer. But I don’t have to look to know what he did.

He just claimed me. Whatever that means.

Instead of acknowledging it or reacting at all, I lie under him, suspended in the afterglow of impulsive decisions and a blissful high. I almost question if he meant to when he finally speaks.

“You’re mine,” he says softly, running his lips along my neck, still pinning me beneath him.

A slow smile curves my lips. The bastard did it on purpose.

Not sure why that makes me feel like a giddy idiot when we’re not even sure of the repercussions—if any—that this could have.

He runs his hand along my body, his touch moving over the curve of my ass. Everything is perfect... until there’s an obnoxious banging on the door.

“Get your glittery ass out here! It’s go time!” Dice calls.

Chaz is up and stabbing his legs into his clothes in a blink, and I whirl around the room with just as much speed. I almost forgot there’s a war going on.