Molten (7 page)

“My father dismissed my mother as his mistress, and she left town, leaving me behind. I had only been tolerated as a means to financial security, and now that I had ruined things for her, she discarded me. I entered the foster system, and for a while, things were fine until my mother filed paperwork with my father’s name on it and he was forced to pay attention to me via sending me to a private school.”

Images of her, small and alone, hunched and crying flickered in the mist.

Rand reached out and held her hand, squeezing her fingers.

She swallowed and continued. “When I was eleven, my talent began to emerge, and I held it in at school, running into the hills to pour the fire into stone. It was fine until I was seventeen and started dating. My first boyfriend tried to take things too far too fast, so I used my fire on him. He suffered minor burns and I ran away.”

They watched the struggle and the female shadow running into the darkness.

“The next day, after class, his friends jumped me and knocked me out. When I woke, there were etchings carved into my skin. They marked me with fire, so I burned down the school.”

The flames danced in the darkness and the small figure walked away.

“I returned to the foster system and finished my schooling, gaining my certificate in welding and taking it on as my job. I went from place to place, working and gaining skill, crafting incredible pieces that should have been far beyond my skills or experience. I knew something would come and I waited.”

Nanette smiled as she watched her silhouette shaping statues, small bridges and gates that made the masters weep. Finally, her shape stood in front of a Volunteer Centre and went inside.

“I applied to become a Volunteer and disclosed my talent for heat. I gave my notice at work and here I am.”

She showed him her basic training, the melting of stone and finally her trip through the stars.

“And now I am here, with you.”

She sighed and leaned against Rand’s shoulder. “It has been a helluva ride.”

His hands were opening and closing in spasms. “They…”

“Yes. I know. I was there.”

“How can you be so calm?”

She sighed and took his hand. “This will sound bad, but I was never wanted. I have never been wanted until I began to use my talent to create, to repair and to enhance. That is how I have made my way in the world, literally, with my talent alone.”

He sighed and pressed his forehead to her shoulder. “This will take some time to process.”

“I know. Take your time. I will let things in once I am sure they won’t hurt me. You have already opened a tiny crack in my soul. Trust will grow over time and it will heal the broken parts.”

He lifted his head and smiled. “I thought love was the healer?”

“Not for me. You can catch me when I fall, but you have to let me stand first. I will do things that are dark, dangerous and stupid. We are bound now, and I
know
that you do dangerous stuff on a daily basis.”

Rand shrugged. “You are not wrong. I don’t know if I can stand the idea of you on active duty though.”

“I won’t be on active duty, but I will be working alone, quite frequently. I was contracted to come here and fix what was broken by those who attacked and defended and that is what I shall do.”

“This isn’t up for negotiation, I am guessing that.” He pressed his forehead to hers.

“How do you feel about that?” she whispered it as she angled her lips to touch his.

“I will get used to it. I trust you.” He smiled and kissed her.

She chuckled and cooled the pool to a warm but inviting temperature.

“You will have to teach me to do that.” He nuzzled her cheek, and his hands worked at her suit, opening it to the damp air that swirled in a caress along her skin.

She peeled his suit open from the shoulder and pried it down his arms. They had to take turns as removing the suit effectively bound them.

Nanette gasped when she pressed her breasts to Rand’s chest. Energy and heat ran through them both, sending their hands skating over skin as the moisture in the air increased their need for warmth and exaggerated the sparks that flew between them.

The mist around them crackled with power as they stood to remove the last of their suits.

Nanette smiled softly at him and stroked his cheek once they were both naked. “I am very glad that we have privacy.”

“Why? Are you shy?”

She laughed. “Not usually, but I was thinking that we are creating a stunningly dangerous atmosphere in here. Anyone coming into this room would be zapped into insensibility.”

He grinned. “Good. I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

His erection pressed against her belly, and she rocked her hips from side to side, “I think there is enough here for me and I don’t plan on sharing either.”

Rand put his hands under her arms and lifted her up until she wrapped her legs around his hips. “I am thinking we will need another addition on the base. You need a sculpture garden.”

She laughed and kissed him, her teeth lengthened and she nipped his lips. The small spark of blood between them spurred him to movement, and he fitted his cock to her, working into her opening, drawing her wet heat out to ease his entry. She held onto him, her lips and tongue tangling with his as he changed the angle of her hips and slid into her.

The discomfort shifted to relief in an instant and pleasure followed after, roaring through her as he cupped her ass and bounced her on his cock. She clutched his shoulders and her nails dug into his skin.

Heat and power crackled through them both as he skidded and stroked into her with harsh motions. He paused for a moment and placed two fingers on either side of her clit.

The spark that shot through her clit was timed to match the short, sharp jerk onto him that drove him deep and convulsed her around him.

She bit his neck and held on as he shuddered and held her in place until the gentle palpitations eased around the shaft inside. When she let him go and licked the wound, he moved her on him, hard and fast, until the rapid vibration in his body grew wild and he howled, his fangs flashing in the unnatural light of the energy crackling around them.

The sight of his head thrown back and then the intent to bite clear in his posture hiked Nanette’s arousal up once again. She didn’t have a chance to get to the release point before his teeth struck, but her shudders of pain and pleasure kept her on the edge while his cock jerked inside her.

He held her pinned to him until the waves of his orgasm subsided. Instead of withdrawing, he shifted his weight and took a few steps. Nanette caught on to what he was doing, and she hoped she had gotten the water temperature right.

The splash was tremendous and then comfortably warm water closed over her head.

After their bath, she was cuddled up with him in the now-warm air. Nanette looked up at the glowing ceiling. “What kind of stone is that?”

“No one knows. We don’t have a name for it. It glows when there are people in the cavern. The inner chambers all have shutters to block it out for privacy and sleep.”

“I like it. It lights the darkness without effort.” She smiled and trailed her hand down his chest, circling his cock lightly and sending a spark through it.

He jerked, “What are you doing?”

She laughed softly, “Returning a favour.”

He gripped her wrist for a moment, and she met his gaze with hers.

Rand released her and smiled, “You are changing.”

She slowly moved her hand over his length, sparks flying under her fingers with gentle, teasing insistence.

“I know. One thing I have learned is that evolution is a constant process. My mind is changing, my body is changing and my world is changing. I am very happy to have found someone to make the journey with me.”

She continued to stroke his shaft, careful not to bring the tiny shocks too close to the tip. It took only a minute to having him straining against her, and when his fangs gnashed at the air, his cock jerked in her hand, she felt the smug joy that came from pleasing her partner.

She should have been more surprised that she had to travel across the stars to find a man who made her burn and sparked her body to life. He was just lucky that she was a careful woman who wanted to keep her mate for a lifetime. As a repair specialist, she was known for her delicate touch, after all. He was a lucky man indeed.

Apologies for the delay. First, Hot Mojave Knights in Las Vegas, and when I got home, I had family issues to attend to.

I am making every effort to get
Magnet
out on time.

Thanks for reading,

Viola Grace

Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.

Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.