MagicalMistakes by Victoria Davies Read Free Book Online

coiled
strength beneath her palms. This man brought his enemies to their knees and
here he was, at her mercy.
    “Tricky girl,” he purred.
    “I can handle demons,” she replied. She slid her hands down
his chest to slip under his t-shirt. Mikayla drew her fingertips along the
waistband of his jeans and felt his muscles clench beneath her palms. Oh yes,
she couldn’t wait to handle him.
    She inched the material higher, revealing his body to her
hungry view.
    “Mikayla.” Her name was a whispered plea and she was more
than happy to respond.
    Bending low, she pressed her lips to his bronzed skin. Her
mouth moved higher as she let her fingers glide across the contours of his
muscles. Ciar moaned under her touch, rolling his hips against hers.
    She undulated against him, rubbing her body against his
harder one. She’d never thought to touch him this way. To straddle him and see
her proud warrior laid out for her pleasure. There was no mistaking the burning
desire in his eyes but he didn’t fight her magic. If anything, his expression
dared her to go further, to satisfy her craving.
    Her fingers flicked over his nipples and she hid her smile
at the guttural groan the action wrung from him. Empowered, she drew her tongue
over the sensitive skin. He bucked against her, trying to reclaim his lost
control.
    “Shh,” she whispered, scooting up to reach his mouth. She
kissed him with a teasing touch meant to inflame, not soothe. Every time he
strained to deepen the contact, she pulled back, leaving him as frustrated as
he’d left her all these months.
    “I want you,” he growled against her mouth.
    She closed her eyes, wondering if she would ever get tired
of hearing him say that.
    “Back at you.” She ran her fingers down his chest. “You’re
too perfect to be real.”
    “Glad I don’t disappoint.”
    Mikayla paused, drawing back to look at him. “You could
never disappoint me.” The revealing words were out before she could call them
back.
    The humor left Ciar’s eyes. “Let me go, Mikayla. I want to
touch you.”
    For a moment she hesitated, liking the power she held. Ciar
under her control would do less damage to her emotionally. But if this was her
one chance in his bed, she didn’t want either of them to hold anything back.
With a wave of her hand, she released the simple spell.
    Ciar tugged the shirt over his head before wrapping his arms
around her. She pulled his mouth down to hers as he rolled her back onto the
bed. He slid his strong hands over her skin and Mikayla shivered at the touch.
Delicious sparks of pleasure coursed through her and all she wanted was more.
    Dropping a last kiss on her lips, Ciar drew back and grinned
at her. His hands moved to the clasp of her jeans and she offered no protest as
he helped her kick free from the constricting material. She wanted to touch him
fully, nothing between them.
    Ciar’s gaze burned hotly as he stared at her long legs. He
looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world and right now,
she almost believed him.
    “Your turn,” she whispered, holding her breath as she waited
to see what he would reveal.
    Mikayla crawled backward to give him room to strip. When he
dropped his jeans and boxers over the side of the bed she couldn’t stop her
swift inhale.
    Ciar knelt at her feet, watching her with the gaze of a
hunter. The rising heat within her answered the raw desire she read in his
face. Never in her life had she wanted anyone with the desperation Ciar inspired.
Nothing was more important than getting his hands on her skin.
    Mikayla rose to her knees and crawled down the bed to him.
He groaned as her fingers touched his abdomen, then trailed tantalizingly
lower.
    Mikayla drew one light finger down the length of his cock.
    “God,” he gasped, grabbing her wrist.
    “But I want to play.” She leaned forward to brush her lips
against his. She encircled him with her fingers, stroking his cock with a
teasingly slow rhythm.
    “You’ll be