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“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” I winked when I pulled away, hoping to elicit a smile from her but received a frown instead. “Actually, I thought about that a lot as we walked,” she explained. “The other day, you mentioned your magic needed to be charged. While I’m not a fan of you getting to use magic when I can’t, I realize now that it was idiotic of me to keep us both powerless. I abhor having to rely on you for protection, but I suppose I have no choice. If that’s the case, you need to have use of all your powers. Dying before I ever reach the cauldron does me no good.” Her eyes lowered for a moment before she met my gaze again. “When the Spriggans had me just before you showed up, I thought I was about to die. It was the closest I’ve ever come to death, and I never want to experience it again. If that means helping you recharge your magic, I’ll do it.” Her speech was unexpected and took me a moment to cipher through. I liked the idea of being intimate with her—my wolf f*****g howled at the thought—but I wasn’t sure I was thrilled with the circumstances. I didn’t want her to feel forced because she needed protection. For the first time in my life, the concept of feeding magic with s*x was unappealing. I wanted her to truly want to be with me. I wanted her to suck my c**k like she couldn’t get enough. I wanted her to scream my name as I brought her to c****x. I wanted her… f**k. I wanted her. Period. I closed the distance between us and lifted her chin up so she’d meet my gaze. “You sure about that?” I asked in a deep rumble. “Yes.” Her eyes bore into mine, no sign of wavering. The tenacity in her voice made my d**k hard. The woman was unlike anyone I had ever known. She was fire and ice, satin and steel, all in one delectable package. She had me turned around so completely, I couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Turnabout was fair play. She might not have been as affected by me as I was by her, but if I was going to feed from her release, I would make it mind-bending. Give her a taste of what she had served up to me ever since the day we met. I lifted her up against me, delighting in the way she wrapped her toned legs around my waist. With her arms around my neck, I walked us to an area clear of plants and lowered her to the ground. She shoved off her backpack and lay back on the cool dirt. “Knight,” she said uneasily. “We don’t have any protection. I want to charge your magic, but I’m not willing to risk a pregnancy.” I settled my weight above her, lowering my face to within inches of hers. “Oh, no. I’m not going to give you my c**k until you beg for it—until you moan and writhe and ache for it. This right here is just a temporary fix, a taste of what’s to come. You and I both know that’s where this is headed, whether we like it or not.” Her blue eyes widened, but she didn’t argue. The caveman in me beat his chest wildly at her submission. Raising up on my knees, I pulled her shirt over her head, then did the same with my own. Before Morgan could lay back down, I placed her shirt behind her and wrapped mine around her face to cover her eyes. Her hands flew up to remove the obstruction, but I grasped them firmly before they could get too far. “Hands down, Morgan,” I warned her. “Knight, I can’t. I need to be able to see—we’re out in the middle of a Faery forest,” she argued. I lifted the shirt and held her cerulean gaze. “You don’t need to see. You just need to feel. I won’t let anything hurt you, but you have to trust me. I know that doesn’t come easily to you. Just try.” Her breath caught, and her pulse pounded at the base of her neck. She licked her full lips as her eyes flitted about. With a hesitant nod, she slowly reclined back onto the ground. “Good girl,” I hummed as I resumed securing the shirt to restrict her vision. “Now, it’s time to eat.” OceanofPDF.com Chapter Twelve OceanofPDF.com MORGAN NEVER IN MY life had I let a man blindfold me. Closing off my senses and handing over that kind of control—I would have laughed in the face of anyone who had suggested it. Knight was becoming the exception to many of my rules. Any kind of intimacy with him had initially been off the table, considering we stood on opposite sides of an electrified fence. I wanted to kill his precious queen. He wanted to keep me locked in a glorified prison. Neither of us had any business getting into bed with the other, and those glaring facts suddenly bore little weight. I tried to tell myself that there was, in fact, logic to my decision. If Knight had use of his magic, he could help keep me alive—nice, neat, and practical—it made perfect sense. Enough sense that I was able to feed the story to Knight, but that wasn’t the truth. If it had been, I simply could have brought myself to o****m and allowed him to feed. Fae magic didn’t require penetrative s*x in order to feed, just a release. In theory, it could be done in an almost clinical setting, but that’s not what I wanted. After almost being killed, I wanted to feel alive, and I wanted Knight to be the one to breathe me back to life. Something about him spoke to me on a primitive level. If he ordered me to jump, my usual hesitations didn’t kick in—I simply asked how high. He slipped under my skin, trampled my walls, and made himself comfy in the blackest part of my heart. I should have evicted him. I should have been petulant and refused to cooperate at every turn, then rebuilt my walls and rallied my defenses. There were so many things I should have done differently, but I was tired of doing what I should. As long as I still accomplished my mission, was I not allowed to do what I wanted every now and again? The moment I made the offer to fuel his magic and his eyes went molten gold, there was no going back. Knowing I could bring that hungry look to his face was a heady rush I wanted to experience over and over again. I didn’t want my release to be a product of my own doing. I needed to feel Knight’s touch, needed to see his eyes dilate as his arousal coursed through his veins.
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