Free Tactical Magik (Immortal Ops) by Mandy M. Roth Page A

her bottom lip began to tremble. As moisture coated her green eyes, his chest tightened. The struggle within her was evident. She wanted to help him but was scared of what helping him might mean. It was too much for anyone, especially someone her age. He couldn’t blame her.  
    “Inara, I’m fine. I’ll heal this on my own at some point. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.” He meant every word he said. He’d rather have his hands fall clean off than cause her a moment of emotional or physical pain.  
    Because she’s your mate and that is what mates do for one another.  
    “I could heal you though, right?”  
    He pressed his lips together a moment. “I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to—”
    She launched herself at him, knocking him backward. He fell with her in his arms. He absorbed the impact of their bodies hitting the floor. The feel of her body pressed to his caused him to gasp, opening his mouth to hers. Her lips met his and Eadan’s eyes widened as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. He gave up trying to reason with her and simply gave in to her kiss.  
    She purred and the sound drove his lust into overdrive. Power began to build around them. It shouldn’t have been able to, with the lead chains and lead-lined container, yet it was.  
    True mates.  
    The power latched on to Eadan’s and blended with it, intensifying everything on his body, making him feel her even more. Her hands were everywhere at once, tugging at his shirt before pushing it up his torso as best she could. The fucking chains restricted both their movements.  
    Their tongues intertwined, driving the sex lust onward. Grinding himself up against her mound more, he could sense her nearing culmination. Damn, his woman was fiery and responded to touch beautifully.
    Magik continued to beat at the air around them. Had Eadan been free from the chains, he knew his power would have removed their clothing already. It could do that and so much more.  
    Inara pushed down on him, her jaw going slack. “Ohmygod!”  
    He knew then she was coming. The power around them grew to epic proportions. Eadan tried to control it in some fashion but couldn’t. The next he knew it felt as if tiny strings were threading between them. Try as he might to stop it, he was powerless in the face of the sex magik. They were true mates and they were doing what true mates did when they shared power—they were forever cementing the bond between them. Should he actually slip his cock into her and share his seed with her, they would be husband and wife in the eyes of the supernatural community. It would be an unbreakable bond. Already they’d laid the groundwork for it. Already they would forever be tied to one another.
    Slow down. She needs a say in this.  
    Eadan’s pulse raced with each caress of her hands over his torso. Her kisses came faster, more desperate than before. He knew then the power building was affecting her as well. The faerie in them both craved this, craved sex and stimulation.  
    Growling, he flipped her onto her back gently, his body moving over hers. He had to have more of her and fast. Taking the lead with the kiss, he circled her tongue, drawing tiny moans of passion from her. His cock, ready for sex, was painfully hard. Inara wrapped her legs around his waist, biting at his lower lip and moaning a moan that screamed sex. Her sweet taste and eager kisses spurred him onward as he ground against her mound. Each swipe, each rotation of his hips, elicited gasps from her. As she dug her fingers into his upper arms, she pressed her mouth to his ear.  
    “Please.”  
    His lips found hers once more and he smiled against them. It was good she wanted him too. Good that the gods had selected right for them. Eadan wanted to stroke her face and feel his way down her, undressing her slowly, but the chains prevented that.  
    Dammit.  
    There was too much clothing between them. He needed in her and soon or