Wicked Flames (Solsti Prophecy) (15 page)

“I’m gonna—”

“Let go, Ginger. I’ve got you.” He massaged and pumped, right where she needed it.

Her breath came in short gasps and she thrust against him. He felt so good. She glanced down to watch him work her body, lost in his mastery. Her orgasm built with each stroke, her body consumed by fierce desire, until she was flying, screaming her release as white light burst behind her eyes. She rode the waves of pleasure, rode his hand, until the aftershocks stopped and her muscles were limp.

Mathias wrapped his arms around Gin’s quivering body. He kissed the top of her head. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her muffled thanks sounded from his chest, where she had buried her head.

He stroked a hand up and down her back, recalling the questioning look she’d given him as he’d worked her tight channel. He’d been close to losing control, a control he prided himself on. He was able to mask the glow that his species’ eyes gave off in times of heightened emotion. Usually. He may have slipped up a bit.

Which he never did. But there was something about Gin that made him abandon restraint. She tapped into the wild side of him. He was tasked with persuading her to open up to her talent, to join the coming fight. He’d promised Arawn he wouldn’t fail. He couldn’t afford to lose control.

Gin raised her head, gazing up at him with sex-sated eyes. “My turn.” She tugged at the sides of his dress shirt.

“As you wish.” He grinned and shrugged out of the dress shirt, then yanked his T-shirt over his head.

Her eyes flew to his upper chest. “Wow,” she breathed. Her sexy mouth formed a perfect “O” and she reached up to trace the black tattoo that covered his shoulder, part of his bicep and pec, and snaked up to the base of his neck. “This is amazing.”

Not really.
“Thanks.” He shook his head. Details on the damn thing could wait.

Gin met his eyes with a curious look, but didn’t push. She traced the swirls with her delicate fingers. “So intricate. And hot.”

About to respond with a witty and sexy reply, he found himself robbed of speech. Gin slid her hand down his fly and gripped his balls through his pants, massaging and tugging. All the air left his lungs and before he could breathe again, her mouth was on his tattoo.

Her little pink tongue flicked out to trace the swirls. Her breath was hot, way hotter than a human female’s should be. She nipped him, and the pinch of her teeth sent fire to his groin. He dropped one hand to her back, and kept the other in her hair, holding her head where it was. Her kisses, the smack of her wet lips, and her exploration of his skin, all electrified his senses. Gods, she hadn’t moved south of his pecs yet. What would her mouth feel like on the rest of his body? His cock grew impossibly harder. The primal demon inside him responded with a blazing wave of desire.

Her hands found his belt buckle and undid it quickly, releasing his pants to drop around his ankles. She stroked his shaft over his boxer briefs, then dipped a naughty hand inside to circle him.

“Fuck, Gin.” He pulled her away from his shoulder and took her mouth. Gentle wasn’t on his radar. He wanted her.
Now
. She whimpered against his lips, but kept up her teasing strokes.

He cupped one full breast, flicking his thumb over the tip, pleased when it swelled and stiffened with his touch.
How would she taste?
The thought of his lips around her nipple had him flexing into her hand. He’d make her come just from playing with her breasts. Her sexy whimper dissolved into an urgent moan.

Smooth fingers skated up his groin as she withdrew her hand, only to shove his briefs down. His cock sprang free, jutting out from his body, seeking her. She resumed her play, pumping him harder. His orgasm built at the base of his cock.

He reached for her thong. Sexy, but it had to go. With both hands, he grabbed the thin fabric at the hip and yanked it apart.

Her eyes widened. He leaned in close. Dropping a hand to hers, he stopped her motion. “You ready for me, Ginger?”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy as she squeezed his cock.

He dropped down to grab his pants and reach into the front pocket, retrieving a foil packet. Usually Lash demons didn’t use birth control, but this was their fertile time of year. She’d probably expect a condom, anyway.

Her green eyes shone with anticipation as he ripped it open and rolled it on. “You’re so big.”

That wasn’t the first time he’d heard that. Some females couldn’t take his entire length. He hooked one arm under her leg, lifting it wide. Her sex glistened in the dim light. Hell, she was ready. “I’ll go slow.”

 
He positioned himself at her entrance and nudged inside.
Fuck
. Her slick walls were hot. And not just sexy hot. Internally, her temperature was even hotter.

He pulled back and rocked in again, sliding deeper. She was a furnace, her heat wrapping around his cock, cranking him up further. He repeated his motion, watching her face.

She bit her lip.

He didn’t know her well enough yet to read into that. “You okay?”

“Yes.” Her voice was soft, her skin flushed. “Just getting used to you.”

He continued his slow thrusts until he was—thank the gods above—balls deep in her taut little body. “Good?” His voice was strained. Tightness coiled at the base of his cock. Gritting his teeth, he held on to his control.

“Yes.” Her tone changed from breathy to commanding and she leaned back, placing her hands on the counter behind her. She rolled her hips. “More than good.”

The rough tips of her heels dug into his lower back. Holy hell. His eyes dropped to their connection and he pulled out almost all the way, only to slam back into her. She took his whole length. She felt like heaven, but watching his shaft disappear into her folds was mind-blowing. “Hold on, Ginger.”

He grabbed her thighs and plunged again, setting a furious pace. Her breaths came in short gasps, her body flexing around him, and she warmed him from the inside out. Gods, he’d never felt anything like this.

She met his thrusts, her breasts bouncing with every slam of his body. She moaned and dropped her head back. “Touch me.”

He raised a hand to her breast and skimmed two fingers down it, stopping at her nipple. He rolled it gently, then trailed his fingers down to her center, pausing right above her clit. “You want me to touch you here?”

“Yes.” She uttered the word on a breathless moan, urgent and insistent.

He dipped his fingers. In a circling motion he rubbed his thumb over her, stopping, then starting again. She pushed against him, eyes closed and head back. Her shoes scraped his skin and damn, that was sexy.
Fuck.
She was a fantasy come to life.

His balls tightened with his impending release. He wasn’t going to last long. He needed her to come. He lifted one of her legs and set her ankle on his shoulder, changing the angle of his penetration.

“Mathias!” Her hips jerked forward with the force of her orgasm. “Oh God! Harder!”

“Fuck,” he growled. He could do harder. He had no choice. Her inner muscles squeezed him, her heat making him lose his last shred of control. He shut his eyes. No telling if they were glowing or not. Her climax brought him over the edge with her and he slammed her body over and over until he was spent.

Panting hard, he fought to rein in the rampant lust that coursed over him. He could do this all night, but he was still technically on the job.
You just had sex with a Solsti
. The best sex of his life. Wait. He struggled to remember any fucking as good as this, in five hundred years…
No. Fuck me.

“Holy shit.” He opened his eyes to see her gazing at him with a look somewhere between exhaustion and contentment.

“Holy shit is right,” she murmured, dragging her fingers back and forth across his chest. “I don’t think I can walk.”

“Fuck, did I hurt you?”

“No. I’m fine. You felt amazing.” Her arm trembled, and he realized she was still bracing her weight on the counter.
 

He wrapped her tightly to his chest. “So did you.”

She lifted her head. “Stay for dinner?”

Hell if he could say no to her. “Sure. Wanna go out?”

“No. Can’t walk, remember?” She dropped a quick kiss on his chest. “I made a batch of lasagna this morning. It’s in the fridge. I figured I’d eat it with someone. Ria or Cassie, maybe…or you.” Her eyes flicked up to his.

She made dinner ahead of time, for me. Holy hell
. “Lasagna sounds incredible. I’d love to stay. And I’ll do dishes.”

Her warm smile ignited something in his chest, a buzzing warmth that radiated to his limbs. He’d made her happy. And that made him want to pound his chest even more than the scorching hot fuck session they’d just had. He didn’t know what that feeling was about or where it came from, but it settled over him like a cloak. Gin was more than a job. Her happiness was just as important as her safety. And he wanted to ensure that happiness as much as he could.

C
HAPTER
15

B
ROOKE
RAISED
HER
HEAD
FROM
the tub, coughing and sputtering. She gritted her teeth to hold back a growl and glared at the water. She brought her hand down, smacking the surface. “Goddamn it.”

Kai sat across from her, submerged to his chest in the oversized tub. With his long legs, his feet reached her hips. He wiggled his toes, tickling her. “You’ll get it, baby. You can do anything.”

It
was the monumental task of breathing under water. “I’ve tried visualizing the molecules, thinking about my lungs…what am I missing?”

“Maybe just imagine yourself doing it, rather than thinking about the steps that will get you there. The end result, not the process.”

“That’s a good idea.” She rolled her lips into her mouth, pondering.

“I’m good for more than just being your obedient sex slave.” He folded his hands behind his head and leaned back against the tile.

She giggled. “Yeah, I’ll keep you around. What would I do without my daily orgasms?” She cast a smirk at the condom wrappers littering the bathroom floor. Kai was coming into his fertile time, which only happened twice a year with most supernaturals. For Lash demons, it occurred around the time of the solstices.

“You’d be one grumpy Solsti. This city would probably have rain every day.” He gave her a chin lift. “Try again.”

Brooke lowered her head so her lips touched the water. Visualizing a peaceful beach, she relaxed every muscle.
If you can breathe on the beach, you can breathe in the water
. She dipped her head below the surface.

In her mind’s eye she saw herself submerged in turquoise depths, swimming along a tropical reef. Brightly colored fish darted in front of her. Her hair floated in waves above her head, unhindered by the strap of a mask. She blew bubbles, unencumbered by a snorkel tube. She was just like the fish. She inhaled…

Oxygen molecules detached from the larger water molecules and rushed into her lungs.
Yes!
Excitement churned through her mind, but she shoved it aside. She needed to focus.
Keep breathing. Just like a fish
. She blew out some of the air and kept some in, just in case. She imagined a shy clownfish ducking into its anemone home to hide from her.
Okay, breathe in
.

Once again her lungs inflated.
I did it!
She flung her head back and blinked water from her eyes. “I—”

Splashing water over the side of the tub, Kai lunged for her. He wrapped her tightly in his arms, kissing the top of her head. “Holy shit! You did it! Baby, I am
so
proud of you.” He pulled back to study her face. “How did it feel? How do
you
feel?”

“It was just like regular breathing. I imagined a reef, and—”

“I saw the reef.” As mates, she and Kai could project thoughts to each other when in close proximity. And they sensed one another’s emotions nearly all the time. “That looked beautiful. But what about you? Any dizziness?”

His concern was justified. Sometimes if she used her ability in a taxing manner she blacked out. “No, I’m fine. But I only took two breaths. And I was just sitting here.”

He ran a hand down her back. “Let’s keep practicing here at home until you get more used to it. Then we can move to the pool in your gym and you can swim while you do it.”

“That’ll be interesting. We’ll need to go when no one else is there.”

“Nah. People will just think you’re holding your breath for a really long time.”

She beamed. “Okay. Let me try a few more times today, then we need to get this place ready for company. Ashina’s coming over tomorrow.” The stunning demoness Brooke and Kai had met a couple months before was visiting Earth for the first time, with her mate Raniero.

“Hey, she’s mated. She’s seen condoms before.” Kai nuzzled her neck.

“Mmm, not all over the house.” She traced circles along the muscles of his back. “We need to clean up and hide all those jumbo boxes you bought.”

“Like I said…she’s mated.”

“You’re impossible when you’re ferti— Oh! I have to call Nicole!” Brooke reached for a towel to dry her hands and called her sister. Nicole picked up on the first ring.

“I did it!” Brooke shrieked.

“Woo-hoo!” Nicole’s responding scream through the phone was so loud, Brooke had to hold the phone away from her head. “Oh my gosh! There’s a whole new world for you to explore. I’m so jealous.”

“You can explore it with me. You’ll just need scuba gear. I can’t wait to do this with you.” Brooke trailed a hand down Kai’s broad chest, loving the patient expression he wore when she just
had
to talk to either of her sisters. She knew he considered Nicole to be a sister-in-law, and would protect her with his life. Gin too, even though she hadn’t visited Demon Central—ever—and hadn’t met Kai in person.

“…you coming over here tonight?” Nicole’s excited chatter brought Brooke back to the present.
 

‘No, we’re gonna stay here at the condo. Get it ready for tomorrow.”

“I can’t
wait
to meet Ashina.” Nicole’s voice brimmed with anticipation.