Unleashed: The Cursed Trilogy, Book Two by Betty Legend (little bear else holmelund minarik .TXT) 📗

I hurry downstairs into the bathroom and put on my shorts. When I come back upstairs, Emeric is the only one still in the room. Taking my hand, he leads me into the living room. Phoenix is at the front door listening to what’s outside.

“Six of them… no, eight.”

I glance at Emeric and release my fire magic in one palm and water magic in the other. Emeric stands on one side with swirling red magic in his palms. Cyrus stands on my other side with silver magic in his.

“Open the door,” I tell Phoenix.

It swings open, and dozens of red beady eyes fixate on us. Pushing out my magic, I let the rush of power course through me. Lifting every demon I can see, I throw balls of red glowing magic at them. The ones I hit snarl and claw at their chests as the fire incinerates them from the inside out. Emeric’s magic doubles my efforts, speeding up their gruesome incineration. Cyrus mutters a spell, and two of the demons writhe and claw at the air before exploding into pieces.

Two demons crawl through the threshold beneath the ones I’m holding in the air. Griffin stops them, holding them in place with his ethereal blue glow. Killian’s wolf form steps forward and pounds a paw to the floor. A bronze swirl of magic escapes his giant paw, and an engulfing vibration slams into the two demons, sliding them back toward the door. Leaping on top of them, he rips into the throat of one of the demons as Phoenix lifts the other by the neck and tears its jugular open.

Phoenix throws the mangled body out the door as Killian shakes the other demon, then tosses him out. Emeric steps forward, burning the remains to ash. With my adrenaline pumping through me, my magic swirls around my body, changing colors as it morphs and grows.

Phoenix’s powerful frame walks through it, wiping the blood from his mouth. The touch of fire magic burns his skin the closer he comes, but it doesn’t faze him.

“I’ve never seen anything so stunningly savage.”

Putting a hand around my neck, he slams his lips to mine. Tearing his shirt from my chest, he lifts me, and I cling to his hips as he backs me to the nearest wall. My magic continues to swirl with the passion rising inside me. The licks of fire still leave marks on his skin, yet it doesn’t stop him from ravaging my mouth, his hands touching everywhere.

“Get out or watch,” he barks to the others.

The passionate desire forcing my hands are reaching for the waistband of his pants. In my periphery, Emeric closes the door and leans against it. My eyes close as the familiar pinch of pain stings my neck. Releasing my legs, his erotic kiss is followed by the touch of his adept fingers between my legs.

His other hand shoves my shorts down, and they fall to my ankles. Pushing the fabric of his pants down, his lengthy cock springs free. Lifting my legs, he shoves into my center with the force of a sexually hungry vampire. I cling to his neck and shoulders as he fucks me against the wall, claiming my moans with his powerful kiss.

Dominant hands force mine against the wall as he drives his hips harder into me. A purplish-red glow bursts out around Phoenix, and my arousal reaches new heights. A potent strength of pleasure courses through me, and as I come, the same purplish-red glow erupts from my body in torrents of wild magic, consuming the other magic, taking over as the primary.

Phoenix drops his head back, his eyes blazing a vibrant purple as he indulges in the power swirling around us.

“Rapturous. That’s what you are.”

Bringing my lips to his, I slide my tongue under the tips of his fangs. With a quiet moan and harder thrusts, he whispers, “My temptress.”

Claiming me, his hips roll into me. Like feral animals, we ravage one another, the power, the magic, the need so strong, I’m losing myself to it. Another surging orgasm consumes me, my body overcome with energy and pure rapture. Sharp fangs latch onto my neck, his body pinning me tightly to the wall as he drinks from me. Hanging onto his shoulders, I ride the last of my pleasure as his thrusts slow.

Gradually pulling out, he lets my legs down, keeping me caged between him and the wall. Intense violet eyes stare into mine, and I can feel the emotion in the air between us.

Raising my hand, I caress his face, and he severs eye contact, closing his eyes as he leans into my touch. Stepping closer, his penetrating violet gaze holds mine as he puts his hands on my sides, his thumbs caressing over my tight nipples. Biting into my lip, I glance around the room, relieved the other guys gave us privacy.

“They’re in the guest entertainment room, drinking and talking.” He kisses my neck, where he bit me, and goosebumps pebble down my arms. “It’s unfortunate they didn’t stay to watch me take what’s mine.”

Every touch of his lips and hands reignites my arousal. Placing my hand around his length, I stroke him, and he groans.

“Am I yours now?”

His lips feather my ear. “You tell me. How much do you want to feel me inside you again?”

“The same as you want to taste and touch me again.”

Pushing his hips forward, he thrusts into my palm.

“My tempting witch, I don’t want to taste and touch you. I want to fuck and ravage you again and again, and again.” He slides his length between my legs. “And I have all night to do it. Vampires don’t sleep at night.”

Sliding his cock across my opening has me yearning for more of him. When he applies pressure and starts to lift my legs, I’m ready to take him, but the heavy footfalls of boots slow his movements, and he grumbles.

“What the fuck do