Bound by Magic Chapter 11

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CHAPTER 11

Garrick

GARRICK’S VAMPIRE PACED, prowling just below the surface, ready to run his hands all over Kayla to ensure her safety.

Seeing her blood make its release from her nose sent his vampire into a frenzy. Not from the bloodlust, as would have been normal of a vampire, but from concern. From softening.

The feeling was made worse when the mage doctor kept him from getting to her when she was upset.

She was not well. He could see the devastation in her eyes even though she put on a brave face for her father and the medic.

“Would you like some lunch?” Kayla’s father asked when Hela’s son wheeled the tray of silver instruments to another part of the medical ward.

Lunch? As if anyone could eat after hearing such devastating news. The stink of the doctor’s fear when discussing Kayla’s extra signature made his vampire jolt, and he couldn’t keep his focus on anything else.

The kings from the twin empire could have strolled through the compound demanding his allegiance and he’d only take his orders from the mage on the bed with her arms wrapped around her middle.

“We’ll take sustenance in our room.” His voice was low and firm. They’d eat there, then he’d give her pleasure to make up for the ordeal she’d just been through. Have them drown in it until they could come up with a plan to heal her fully since it was clear the mage medic had no clue.

Donovan eyed him like he could sense the dark desires brewing in him, but turned to Kayla. “Hela said it would do you some good to be among other mages.”

Kayla looked between the two of them, deciding which path to take. He made himself at ease as if he would be okay with either choice, even though he wanted her back in their room and in the bed they shared.

She should decide to go to the eating hall, be around her own kind. Rationally, that was her best course of action.

Yet, his vampire hardly found time to be rational these days. He was a legion, yet the words alone weren’t enough to bring his vampire back into focus. Not when the air was still ripe with mage fear.

It’d become abundantly clear to him that the mages here were wary of her. Every hall had been cleared before they passed, every room emptied before they entered. The stink of their fear was palpable. It was only dulled when he and Kayla were together alone in the bunker. He wanted to go back there.

“I’m actually a little tired,” Kayla said to her father. There was no tiredness in her voice nor her face.

Cha! His spirits rose.

A crease of a frown wrinkled in her father’s forehead and his eyes cut to him, skeptical of any good intentions. Her father hadn’t known his daughter experienced the flesh of others, and he certainly wasn’t going to be the one to tell him.

But Donovan could not be blind to the fact that she was beautiful and tempting beyond any man’s control.

“I’ll just take a nap, then come up for dinner.”

Her father’s jaw flexed, but he agreed. “You have been through a lot today. I’ll walk you back.”

Garrick kept his vampire in control enough to walk through the medical wing alongside Kayla and her father. He even managed to keep his hands in check as they journeyed at a snail’s pace through the litany of hallways it took to arrive at their room.

He tried to use the time through the halls to bring some rationality back to his vampire. Make him memorize the routes they walked, but he could only see her steps. And the gentle sway of her hips and the swell of her ass as she walked in front of him. His cock hardened in his pants.

He let her scent fill his nose, then his lungs. As the time ticked without touching her, his resolve to stay away from her dwindled like sand through his fingers. He was tired of keeping his vampire at bay, a task made more difficult after seeing her injured.

She’d given him her magic, protected him from the onslaught of the mage, Theo. As the threat of the flames hovered above his skin, ready to roast him, she’d given everything to him. She made him strong. Now, it was his turn to return the favor.

Her father slowed when they’d gotten to their corner of the mage basement. When Kayla entered their room, her father blocked the door, separating him from her. He kept his vampire from springing forward.

This was Kayla’s father, not some other mage who wanted her for himself. Donovan was concerned, but there was no need to be. Garrick would make sure she felt nothing but pleasure from him. Schooling his features, he prayed to the all gods that the thickness in his pants grew no further.

“You don’t have to stay down here while she sleeps. I’m sure that’ll be dreadfully boring. You could come up with me. I’ll show you around.”

“Given what I am, it’s likely better for me to stay away from the sight of others.”

Her father could not dispute that. A vampire in a mage compound caused a stir. And he’d still found little defense against mage magic outside of being wrapped in Kayla’s.

Donovan took on a soured look as if he’d been forced to inhale rotten milk.

“I’m sure you’re hungry.”

“Thank you, no, I do not require sustenance.”

 “I understand your trepidation. However, that shouldn’t deter you. We’ll be here for a while. It’s best the mages get to know you.”

His vampire nearly growled his annoyance at the older mage. He was keeping him away from Kayla longer than necessary. Kayla must’ve realized this too as her soft feet padded over to them and her thumb pointed back at their bed.

“I built our pillow fort in case you want to nap too.”

Behind her, their bed had been dressed with a row of pillows down the center line. Her father’s eyes darted curiously to where she pointed, then his brow raised.

“You sleep with a barrier between you?”

“Yes, neither of us thought it fair for the other to sleep on the floor.”

The older mage’s jaw relaxed, as relief flashed across his face. “Well, I won’t keep you from your nap. I’ll be back in an hour.”

Garrick watched the mage make his way to the end of the hall before he closed the door behind him. He now understood why Kayla had never told him she’d experienced the flesh of others. Her father would likely have a heart malfunction.

As soon as their door closed, his vampire pushed thoughts of her father away and rushed to her. She flinched at the sudden motion, but he made himself busy examining her face, then to every pressure point the medic had her nodes.

“Are you well?”

“I’m fine.” Kayla’s fear was evident in her eyes. She was not well. It rattled his vampire. His eyes began to pool again, his vision sharpening as the predator in him forced his way out.

“Are you?” Kayla asked, watching him carefully.

He shook his head. “You’ve been hurt, and the vampire in me… is out of sorts. I hate that the mage had his magic all over you. I can still smell the stink of it, around your arms, down your legs, where my scent should be.”

The scent of Kayla’s wetness permeated the air. The intoxicating smell of her grew, wrapped around his vampire, and he couldn’t think of anything but her and how it felt to have her magic protecting him.

“D-do you want me to shower it off?”

“Only if I can join you.”

She inhaled a stuttering breath and stared at him, slack-jawed. Her heart thundered in her chest, a rhythm calling to the soul of his vampire.

“You want to join me?”

“I can’t be away from you right now, not while you’re hurt.”

“I’ve been healed.”

He was not talking about physical hurt. The mage standing before him looked to be stripped off part of her soul. She held twin magics inside her and it could prove deadly. If taming it could help, he’d make sure it did.

“Come.” He tugged her hand until they reached the bed. “You protected me today and I want to return the favor. Today has not been easy for you.”

Kayla stared at her hands in her lap, holding on to her last bit of strength. But she didn’t need to, not with him. He pulled her to lean on his shoulder. Her scent called to him, stronger now. His rational thoughts vacated.

“You’re right. It’s hard to hear you might die because you’ve been cursed. Or worse, you might kill other people. I can live with it if it’s just me, but the worst part is, if this goes bad, it might hurt you.”

“I am a legion. I’m much stronger than you think.”

“I know you are, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if my magic hurt you. I just wish I didn’t have to think about it for a while.”

“I can help you there.”

His fangs peeked out. Her heart jolted at the sight, then more of her wetness tickled the beast in him. He’d make her forget over his cock. Then when they’d both had their fill, he’d help her ease into her magic. It seemed the only way to ensure her continued safety since the mages at the compound were terrified of her. The thought made him want to build a protective cocoon around her to wall them off.

“Are you going to bite me?” Her voice was soft and filled with need. A thrill shot to his cock, renewing its insistence on getting out of his pants.

“I’m going to do more than bite you.”

He claimed her lips, something he’d been aching to do since their last kiss, but held off because of his own stupidity. She trailed her tongue against his bottom lip until his lips parted to let her tongue slide into his mouth.

His breathing hiked when her hands were on his shoulders. By the gods, he loved the way humans and mages kissed. He hoisted her over his lap and ground her hips down onto him. The heat between her thighs was enough for him to make him release before he’d even gotten his clothes off.

That, he could remedy. Breaking their kiss, he flipped her onto her back, and peeled off his shirt. His pants a second behind. Her greedy gaze weaved across his body, from his face to the sleeve of tattoos on his arms, down his body to his cock. For a second time, her eyes went wide, like she’d never seen someone of his size before.

He’d been average among the other warriors, but to look at the nervous anticipation in Kayla’s eyes, he wished—no, wanted—to fill her.

“Your turn.” His words came out husky and deep.

She didn’t hesitate. Her long legs spilled over the side of the bed as she stood. In a graceful motion, she pulled the hem of her shirt over her head, unfastened her bra, then went for the elastic on her soft pants.

“Quicker,” he ordered. She was not moving quick enough. He needed to see her bare.

Kayla’s hands paused for a moment as her green gaze met his. Mischief took over the devastation that was there. Good, her mind was shifting.

“Like this?” she asked, cuffing her thumbs under the hem of her pants, and slowly pulled them down a centimeter. He loved the teasing, but the scent of her sweet heat dismantled every part of him. His vampire lost patience and took control.

A second later, he was on his knees in front of her.

“Like this.” His fingers joined hers and pulled them down to her mid-thighs. Unable to keep himself from experiencing her, he gripped the meat of her ass and yanked her wet heat against his face.

A surprised gasp rang out above him as his tongue darted out to savor her. By the gods, she tasted incredible.

“Garrick.” His name on her tongue was soft, breathy, and filled with longing. Her hands were in his hair, weaving through his tresses, making the roots tingle.

He dove in, licking her soft folds, then the sensitive place that made her cry out, throw her head back, and flood with wetness.

“This, you like.” His eyes found hers filled with pleasure—a dressed match to his own.

“Uh-huh.” She nodded as he pressed his tongue in and swirled it around. Her legs buckled. If not for him digging his fingers into her ass to hold her up, she would’ve fallen.

He followed his tongue with his lips, then sucked her most sensitive place.

Bucking, she cried out.

It made him want to let his vampire loose—completely and fully—to make her forget everything but the blinding pleasure he could bring to her.

A sweet, sugar-like venom coated his fangs, ready for him to deposit it into her. He should put in her folds, so she could feel the searing pleasure of him there for days, rooted in her most intimate place. She could use the reprieve, even if it would make him more delirious.

Not that it mattered much. Kayla was intoxicating.

His mind ceased to function and only her release could bring sanity back to him.

He yanked the fabric of her pants down to her ankles. With shaky legs, she climbed out to stand in front of him in her glory.

Kayla was the picture of desire. Hooded eyes. Pert nipples—hard—ready to be sucked. He traced her curves, then down to the apex of her heat. She quivered there as if expecting him to return to his prior ministrations.

He had no qualms about it. She needed this.

Rising to his feet, he lifted her to the bed and spread her legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

Emotion clogged her throat, but he saw the relief and gratitude there. Neither of which he could decipher properly so he did the only thing he could. He buried his face between her thighs and sank his fangs into the place that made her quiver.

Her hips bucked from the bed, wanting more, but he held her still, sinking his fangs deeper. Her thighs squeezed the sides of his face in a vice-like grip as he deposited his pleasure venom into her.

His fangs retracted, and he waited for his pleasure venom take hold, gripping her in its unyielding force. And it did. The slow grinding of her hips against his mouth turned needy. Quicker.

He kept pace, licking and sucking, savoring her cries of pleasure. A perfect accompaniment to her taste. Her nectar, mixed with his venom, threw him closer to the edge. It was as if he’d been wrapped in her pleasure and every moan from her lips brought him closer to his own release.

Out of the corner of his eyes, her magic flashed from the hands twisted in his hair, raced down his body, and coiled around his cock.

By the gods.

He broke from her to see it work. Her magic, that looked like mist but felt like her hand, jerked him. It felt incredible. More incredible than her healing magic.

“Don’t stop,” she said, encouraging his face back to her core. Even the magic against him paused.

His vampire groaned but understood what they must do.

When his lips found her again, her head dropped back down the bed, a moan left her mouth, and the pumping returned. Her magic squeezed him with the kind of pressure that would make him blow fast.

Cha, not if he made her release faster.

Garrick put his fangs in her again, dosing her with more venom, as he sucked on her harder.

“I’m gonna…” Her hips became frantic; the magic on his cock incomprehensibly fast as she cried out her pleasure.

The magic jerking him in time with his tongue lost traction, then broke apart as her release came hot on his tongue.

She pushed his face into her as she coated his lips with her release, and he reveled in it. There was something unique about her flavor. He licked her wetness to get a better taste. She tasted sweet and highly addicting.

Kayla clenched against him, but he needed more of her. He spread her, dipped a finger in, then sucked it dry.

“It’s so hot when you do that,” she said, her green eyes satiated and thoughtful. He smiled.

“Feeling better?” The question was unnecessary. The worry that had teased her face since their meeting died back. Temporarily, she was relieved from her stress.

He felt delighted in it.

“Loads. I just hope no one bursts in here and ruins this.”

He smirked. “If they do, I promise not to stop.”

Desire flashed in her eyes and even though she’d had one orgasm, the look in her eyes said she could have another.

Excellent.

He was too wired to keep himself at bay any longer.

Without moving her, he crawled onto the bed and rubbed his thickness against her. Her wetness gushed out. In a smooth motion, he plunged inside.

Her tightness enveloped him, giving way as he sheathed himself.

A feeling like this was not of this world. It was too powerful and consuming. It felt too good. So good, he thought he must’ve died and gone into the next world to have experienced it. Blinding white light danced across his eyes as her hips rose to meet his.

Feeling her pulse around his cock was nothing he could prepare for. Her lips on his neck, nipping at his flesh, made his hips buck and a groan release from his mouth.

For the all gods, she would be his undoing.

She did it again, forcing his hips to collapse into hers with more force. She moaned and bit again, encouraging him on.

Cha, she wanted him rough. Then he’d give it to her.

Mages were much sturdier than humans. She took him like a champ. Her moans and cries of pleasure rang in his ear. And his world, which had been in shadow, brightened with her at the center of it.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” Her body tightened on him. Every piece of her shivered as she met her release, but neither he nor his vampire was through giving her pleasure.

She wanted to forget, so he’d make sure she did.

Anchoring himself, he found a new angle and filled her again. She gasped.

“Shit, Garrick.”

Hmm, she loved that spot. His cock hardened further as he drove into her, hitting it again and again. She cried out, and her fingers gripped his hair. If she were to pull, she’d tear his hair from his scalp.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

A dark satisfaction that she couldn’t quite catch her words revved his vampire to go faster and harder until she was incoherent. Her body vibrated. Her wet heat clenched down on him. Another orgasm was coming. He raced with her there, feeling his own release explode from him just as she clamped down on him.

A rush like nothing he’d experienced in his long life raced across his skin and pulled him into her.

“Cha, Kayla.” Her name drew from his lips, slow like syrup, and husky as she went over the edge with him.

A shaky moan of approval quivered against his ears. Her magic, which usually burst from her palms, sparked and warmed his shoulders. It traveled down the length of him then back; each wave feeling like she’d caressed him directly.

Kayla wanted him to feel good.

His vampire poked through. His fangs lengthened, ready to deposit fresh venom into her neck, but stopped when a set of footsteps entered the hallway.

“Someone comes to our door,” he said, pulling out of her.

“Oh, shit.”

Faster than he’d seen her, she was off the bed and in the bathroom, depriving him of her delicious scent.

He ground his teeth, fighting a growl. Whoever was at their door a half-hour too early better have an explanation for it. He pulled on the clothes he’d been wearing and turned to the door with anger in his eyes and annoyance tightening his jaw.