MAGIC & PLEASURE 2
~TATE POV~
The tension between us is thick and real, like my magic is filling the air. Daxon's eyes are wide and ocean-blue, and he's breathing heavy. Underneath me, Mathias is still, his own release cooling on my thighs, while the vines around his wrists glisten with my power.
My turn.
I shift my weight, lifting myself from Mathias's spent body. The movement is a slow, deliberate glide, and I feel his softening length slip from me with a wet, intimate sound that makes Daxon's breath catch.
I don't break eye contact with him as I move, crawling over Mathias with the devious grace of the predator I am. My knees find the furs on either side of Daxon's hips, my body hovering over his.
The air crackles. His c**k, thick and stiff, strains upward, a testament to the tor
