"My Magus..." She answered the door and smiled sweetly in welcome.
Despite that she intends to leave me in painful yearning while she's sated.
"Don't play with me tonight, Zyra. I've no patience for it."
"Don't you?" She blinked lovely blue eyes as she closed the door. Pressing her back to it to pin herself. Peering at me from beneath hooded lashes. Knowing she looked like ready prey but could turn the tables in an instant.
Send me out of her hut just as quickly as she invited me in.
She caught one of my larger hands as she'd done earlier. Lifting it and slipping it under the shoulder strap of her leather robe and shifting it aside so her large exposed breast was freed into my hand.
Moaning I shoved against her. Pinning her to that door with a growl. I shifted my feet inside hers and pressed them apart until I knew she was exposed.
Vulnerable.
And open with her legs parted so far.
I drove my hips against her. Only my breeches and the front flap of her robe separating us.
She's still wet from my finger inside her. I knew. I could still smell her arousal.
Damn her.
I wanted to shove my rod in her. Hear her moaning and feel her writhing all over it as she did when my finger was inside her.
But as I unlaced my pants and moved her robe aside, her eyes narrowed in warning but I was driven with need.
"Magus."
I ignored her. Set on what I'd wanted for so long. But as my tip probed her entrance she hissed and a lightning current of white shot down from her hair and vibrated over her body. Emerging from her crevice to sting my pulsing member.
Snarling through gritted teeth, I leapt back cupping myself.
"I warned you." She said.
"Dammit, Zyra. Tomorrow night. Tomorrow you're mine. And I'll leave you so sore you'll be crying with the ache every time you move."
As you've done to me!
I was still ranting at her furiously. "I'm going to bend you over every surface in your hut and put a pounding to your soft flesh."
She laughed coldly. "The hell you think so, Magus. You're excessively bold the last few days, with your threats of what you'll do to me."
She taunted with a lifted brow. "Know something I don't?"
"As a matter of a fact I do." I slipped my dagger from my chest sheath and slapped a palm on the door next to her.
***
"Did you not get my warning?" She said acidly. "A dagger won't bend me to your will. I'm not afraid of you. You're my favorite toy, Magus. A warm, hot, plaything. Putty in my hands..."
"You're overconfident, Zyra. I'm ashamed to have called you friend when we were pups."
"You are my friend." She gave a lopsided grin. "That's why I let you touch me. I don't let anybody else close to me. You should be quite satisfied with that."
"I haven't left your hut satisfied yet."
"Haven't you?" She teased.
"You know I haven't and you're being a wretch about it."
"No, Magus. This would be being a wretch." She glared at me. Walking over to bend over the little table in her hut. Pushing a cup and plate onto the floor to the tip all the way over.
Her breasts smashing over the surface and spilling from the sides of the straps that went up her back and over each breast to tuck into her belt.
She reached back and caught the back flap of her robe.
No. I watched mesmerized. She wouldn't.
But she did.
She pulled it aside and exposed herself to me.
My gaze hungrily took in the sight of her shapely backside. And soft lips cradling the tiny slit promising such pleasure.
"So damp you could probably slide right in." She goaded.
So sure she can't be touched. I took a step toward her. Finding myself already thrusting toward the air near her in my need.
But seeing her laying there, I knew she'd either spark me if I tried or simply shove me away.
But sure as I breathe, it'll merely be more torture for me. I was already rock hard, pressing against my breeches.
I needed to get to my hut and fuck my fist to bring a reprieve from her constant teasing.
"Tomorrow!" I vowed. Jaw clenching until a muscle in my cheek jerked. "You'll pay for that."
"We'll see." She laughed. Turning to slide up on the table. Grabbing her shoulder straps to pull them down so her breasts would be mine to feast on.
Furious, I stepped out and slammed the door before she could. My rage mounting to impossible levels.
She's toyed with me one too many times.
Despite my aching staff, I was quite pleased with that little visit. I lifted the lock of hair still gripped between my fingers. I'd cut it from her head with my dagger while she'd arrogantly declared how invulnerable she was.
We'll see about that. When I'm buried in her tomorrow and she's screaming for mercy.
She'll get just as much as she's given me.