Scorcher (3 page)

“Your turn.” He growled and pounced on her, pushing her back onto the mattress and diving between her legs, tearing her thong from her body.

She can’t say she was disappointed. Or minded. And when he rubbed his scruff against her inner thighs, five o’clock shadow tickling the sensitive skin, she didn’t give a flying fire.

Phoebe spread her legs, opening herself fully to him, granting him access to everything and anything. He didn’t waste time. Within moments, she felt his fingers separate her labia and he breathed against her moist skin. The heat burned and aroused her, making her ache and need. Her pussy clenched and throbbed in time with her heart, desiring to be filled and stretched by this man.

“You have the perfect pussy.” He inhaled deeply and exhaled over her pussy. “Smells delicious. Let’s have a taste of this sweet
cunt
.” Brant delved between her lower lips, tongue licking her from anus to clit and back again.

“Mm…mm…mm…” Delicious, just as I thought.

She didn’t care what he thought, she wanted him to do it all again. She fisted her fingers in his hair and pushed his head back between her legs, silently demanding what she wanted most.

“Oh, baby… I’ll give you what you want.” He lapped at her clit, long, slow, languorous licks.

Tiny shocks of pleasure coursed through her body, starting in her toes they worked their way up her legs, through her hips and centering on her throbbing pussy. The ache and heaviness increased with each passing second. She needed more from him, wanted more.

He gave it to her.

Brant placed a hand on her pubic bone and used his thumb to pull back her clitoral hood, exposing her bundle of nerves to the cool air. Within moments, his mouth was latched onto the aching nubbin, sucking and licking and flicking her clit with practiced ease, circling and pressing, drawing her pleasure to the fore. With his other hand, he plunged two fingers into her
spasming
pussy, fucking her with his fingers, filling and stretching her, but not quite enough.

“Yes!” She rocked her hips against him, fucking herself on his hand, rolling her hips and following his movements, bucking and shifting.

Brant adjusted his positioning, fingers slipping and sliding, moving this way and that until… She screamed when he touched that special spot inches within her pussy. He worked her G-spot, tickling her from within in a gentle “come here” motion, rubbing the bundle of nerves while his tongue circled her clit.

Around and around, back and forth, again and again he massaged her until…

“
Gonna
come…” Her breathing was labored, words forced out with her harsh pants.

He moaned against her pussy, letting her know that he’d heard her over her groans of pleasure.

“Yes! Brant, yes!” He increased his pace, working harder and faster at giving her what she desired most.

The tingles that had begun in her toes and settled on her pussy spread outwards, engulfing her in pure pleasure and ecstasy. Her muscles tensed and released in a rhythm as old as time, pussy clenching around Brant’s invasion in conjunction with her breathing, increasing with each passing second. Her body was preparing itself, gearing up for a release like she hadn’t had in a while. Higher and higher, she climbed, closer and closer to the edge she eased until…

She convulsed in a chain of spasms, over and over she clenched and tightened and strangled his fingers with her pleasure. Wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her veins, dancing along her nerves and alighting every inch of her with renewed joy. She tightened around him, shuddering with her climax, loving every second of his loving.

He lessened his ministrations, fingers stilling, tongue lapping lazily with tender strokes while her breathing slowed. Seconds ticked by and the remaining shivers and shudders lessened until just their breathing filled the room, a soft contented rhythm.

“Oh, Brant…” She eased her knees closer together, pussy still pounding.

He kissed her mound, a soft brush of his lips. “Love you. Want you still.”

Oh, she wanted him too. The oral sex had been wonderful, but there was nothing compared to being filled by the man that she loved. “Love you, too. Now show me.”

She opened her arms to him and he raised to his knees, cock hard and jutting out from his groin, tip glistening with pre-come. He braced himself above her on his hands, cock nestled between her legs and against her still aching core.

“Ready for me, Phoebe, love?”

“Always, forever.” She repeated the words he’d spoken recently.

In one fluid thrust, he seated himself fully within her heat, stretching her pussy almost to the point of pain, and filling her like she’d never been filled before. This man, her lover, was her one true match. He fit with her in every way, and she thought, for not the first time, that he truly was worth going mortal over. Truly.

She arched against him, rolling and rocking her hips, raising them in time with his thrusts and retreat. In and out, he moved against her, taking her to higher heights with every stroke of his cock against her inner walls. Places and nerves that had been long dormant awoke within her, burning her from inside out with each passing second.

Again, she felt herself rising higher, reaching for the precipice as she had just moments before. Closer and closer the edge became, dragged along by the gyrating motion of her lover’s hips, the expert lovemaking of her boyfriend and mate.

She moved against him, slithered, writhed, and stroked his cock with her sheath, her pussy clenching around his dick with every plunge. He fucked her with abandon, eyes locked on hers, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest.

Phoebe pinched and rolled her nipples, enjoying the pleasurable pain of the act, relishing the heat in Brant’s eyes as she took care of herself while he took care of them both.

“Pinch those nipples, baby. Stroke them for me.”

She did as he asked, moaning and groaning with the sting that accompanied the deed. Brant nudged her hand away from her breast and took over with his mouth, suckling the aroused nub and drawing it deep into him. He circled her nipple with his tongue and nibbled on it with his teeth, teasing her while his cock slipped in and out of her wet pussy. The slapping sounds of their bodies meeting intermingled with the harsh pants of their breaths.

Her pulsing, vibrating need overtook her, every pull of his mouth on her breast shooting her closer to the edge of ecstasy until she came in a rush, body climaxing and releasing and bursting with pure pleasure.

“Brant!” She screamed his name in the throes of passion, unable to hold herself back, to remain quiet. Not when he’d taken her to such heights.

Brant’s rhythm increased, pounding against her in erratic thrusts, and she was sure he was inching closer to his own release. To help him along, she tightened her pussy around him, forcing her body to clench rhythmically and in time to his thrusts. Thank God for
Kegel
exercises.

“Yes,” he hissed and doubled his pace. She rose to meet his every thrust, dragging him to the edge, silently begging him to come deep inside her.

When she became mortal, they’d make beautiful children. Until then, his seed wouldn’t take hold. And she was okay with that. Someday…someday, they’d have little ones of their own.

Brant froze above her, hips jerking three final times until he didn’t move, face scrunched as if he were caught somewhere between pleasure and pain and dying. He moaned, body unmoving, until he finally slumped over her, panting, warm breath fanning over her ear.

“Love you, Phoebe.”

“Forever and always.”

Phoebe was a woman with a plan. No frozen pizza this time around. Nope. Just as soon as the Sears guy graced her with his presence, she was heading straight into town and buying the best damn dinner Brant had ever tasted. Of course, she wouldn’t tell him she hadn’t cooked the darned thing. She’d been lying about her true self for so long, what was another white lie going to hurt? Especially since today was
the
day. She was coming clean, then hopefully coming, and then working some magic to become mortal. Then maybe more coming, if she was up to it.

She snorted and wiped her rag across the kitchen table again, picking up more remnants of the fire from blowing up the stove. Soot had coated just about every surface in the small kitchen after that fiasco, but she’d done well at cleaning everything. She should, considering the many fiery accidents she’d had over the years. Some things a body just knows how to do.

The deep rumble of an engine pulled Phoebe away from the table and she stepped gingerly over broken bits of tile toward the kitchen window. A great big Sears delivery truck was kicking up dirt and dust as it sped down the open road toward her. Idiots. The drivers that weren’t from around these parts always tore up the drive like a bat
outta
hell and didn’t seem to care that the dust and debris would hang in the air for what seemed like forever, creating a great big cloud on the ground that bothered everyone.

Didn’t matter. They were here for one thing and one thing only: to deliver her new stove so she could get on with her life. She’d even gotten lucky when she ordered this one. Sears had a new line of “retro” appliances, and damn if the stove didn’t match what she’d had originally, down to the knobs and everything.
Woohoo
! Now her kitchen wouldn’t look like a mish-mash of old and new as she’d anticipated.

Phoebe pushed the few broken tile pieces from in front of the stove, shoved the kitchen table aside and tossed her dirty rag into the kitchen sink before heading toward the front door to meet the delivery guys.

Except, when she got to the porch, only one man was in the truck.

She shaded her eyes with her hand, squinting as the sun filled her gaze, and waved to the man. “Hello. Is your partner in the back already? I’ve got things ready to go inside.”

The driver of the semi hopped down from his perch. “No, ma’am, just me. I’ll be in with your new stove in just one sec.”

“Oh. Okay.” She took a few steps back and placed the screen door between her and the outside world, getting a better, unfettered look at her deliveryman. Something about the way he spoke ate at her, regardless of the fact that he hadn’t said more than a handful of words. There was just…

Alone? How could one man deliver a stove, let alone all of the other appliances she was sure were in the back? Like refrigerators. She shuddered at the thought of lifting and installing one of those suckers by himself.

The driver re-appeared from around the end of the truck, no stove in sight.
Uh-huh.

“Can you just come around her for a second? Want to make sure that I’ve got the right appliance before I haul it down.”

Phoebe’s fingertips burned and tingled with apprehension, her fire inside coming to life with her sense of something not right. Her body screamed “danger” and yet, she felt herself taking a step forward, and then another and another, as if hypnotized by this stranger.

For not the first time she wished her senses were whole, that she could feel the true heart of mortals and
elementkin
alike. The pull she felt, the inexplicable inability to stop her feet from moving, let her know that she was dealing with some kind of kin, but what?

She’d never heard of kin being able to draw another forward without their consent. And yet, she was being led as if on a tether, pulling and yanking her closer and closer to the man. As the distance between them grew less and less, she could see the blue of his eyes, the churning, swirling water that lived within him, and fear stole down her body, settling in her heart.

Her heat flared then, uncontrolled and unable to be extinguished. Without thought, glowing orbs of fire formed in her palms and shot out toward this stranger, this
waterkin
. There was no love lost between the polar opposites and she’d heard of
waterkin
assassins searching out
firekin
, depleting their numbers day by day, drowning them with their powers over water before the fire could scorch them into non-existence.

The unknown staggered under her assault, lessening his hold on her body. Now she could fight in earnest, before he had a chance to recover and heal from his injuries.

Gathering her strength, she swirled her hands together in a circle, forming a giant ball of energy, pulling the heat from the sky and earth. She shot her ball of fire at him, incinerating the man and igniting all of the nearby brush. Fire burned in all directions, killing and destroying everything within reach. The cacti shriveled, bushes burned and the ground seemed to melt under her unnatural, yet natural, powers. The metal of the truck next to her sagged and dipped as the heat grew and grew with each passing second, her fear and anger fueling the flames.

And not of hint of it touched her, bothered her. In fact, she relished in destroying the
waterkin
, she enjoyed the heat of the fire and letting her repressed powers loose.

“Phoebe!”

So lost in her own powers of destruction, she hadn’t heard the fire and water truck’s approach, the flashing lights from hundreds of feet away working to douse the flames, extinguish all of her hard work. She’d won, she’d destroyed, and this was her right as
firekin
. She had earned the right to proclaim her win however she saw fit.
Firekin
, Salamanders in particular, often celebrated in this way. But her lover, her true love, was at stake.