Page 30 of Flames

My talon tipped fingers itch to pump my cocks but I refrain. I want to feel the warmth of her cunt wrapped around me, not cum in my hand as I watch her… again.

“Take off your clothes,” I demand. Flames flick around my shoulders and down the feathers of my wings at the prospect. I want to spread her wide and devour her sweet little cunt until she’s a begging, pleading—

“No.”

I blink at her, trying to process what she said. Her arms are crossed over her chest, which honestly is less intimidating than she thinks because it makes her breasts look phenomenal. Imagine how pretty the pale mounds of flesh would look streaked with red marks of fiery—nope. Focus.

“No?” I ask her incredulously as I motion to the dual throbbing members between my thighs.

Her eyes glance down. Immediately, I can see that she’s more affected than she’d like to let on. The way her pupils dilate, her pulse quickens, her thighs clench, tells me she wants me just as badly as I want her.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she counters as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. I wonder if she’s thinking about my unique taste. I bet she craves it. “Answer my questions—honestly.” She levels me with a stare that would make weak men wither, but I’m no man. “And I’ll take off my clothes.”

“An answer for a piece of clothing?” I ask, my temperature rising and embers glowing beneath my skin at the prospect.

“Deal,” she says as she moves to perch on the edge of the bed. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Just since the night we met at Yovik’s,” I tell her honestly. “I’d been… dealing with someone in a warehouse a few nights before his masquerade. I watched him finger-fuck you in the alley.” Her cheeks turn a delicious shade of red at the admission. “I didn’t know it yet, but a part of me recognized you as my mate even then. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting you.”

She assesses me for a minute before bending at the waist. With an elegance that only women seem to possess, she slips the jeweled heels from her feet and tosses them across the room.

“When we were on the roof, spying on Mikhael,” she begins, eyeing me suspiciously. “Those were your men following me, weren’t they? And you already knew exactly how Mikhael would react, didn’t you?”

I try to stop the smug smirk from pulling at my lips, but it’s a losing battle.

“Yes and yes,” I admit with a sly shrug.

She scowls but slips her earrings and bracelets off and tosses them on the floor.

“What does it mean that I’m your mate?” she asks, getting right down to it. The urge to touch her, to stroke the skin along her arm, is driving me insane.

I try to think of the words to explain the feeling of fate. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. You were made for me, and I for you. You’re destined to make me whole, complete. I’ve waited centuries, eons even to find you.”

My skin flushes with heat at the admission. The words are vulnerable and it feels as if I’m opening myself up in a way which is wholly unfamiliar.

“Eons?” she asks as her eyebrows rise. “How old are you?”

A smile pulls at my lips. She’s not running from this. She’s not rejecting me. Perhaps it doesn’t sound as crazy as I worried it might.

“Uh-uh.” I admonish as I wave a taloned finger at her. “That’s another question.”

She rolls her eyes and lets out a huff. But she doesn’t protest. Standing, she slips the slender straps from her shoulders. The hideous golden fabric slides down her body, slowly revealing more and more of her to me, before pooling at her feet. She stands before me in just a black lace thong and nothing more. A growl rumbles from my chest as I take her in. She’s perfect. Her flesh is pale and pristine. Her beautiful breasts are full and round and tipped with the prettiest pink nipples. The curve of her breasts dip to a smaller waist before splaying wide again at her full hips. She’s utter perfection—and she’s mine.

“Next question, Pyro,” she states. Her voice is lower and huskier now, revealing her desire.

“I want you, Printsessa,” I growl as my hand falls to my cocks, running along the ridged lengths slowly. She watches with rapt attention as I stroke myself, her nipples pebbling with desire.

“Last question,” she promises, and I can tell she’s nearly as desperate as I am. “What exactly are you?”

A low chuckle echoes off the walls as I react to her question. My bedroom is dark and masculine with ebony wood accents and black and white decor. I never realized how truly empty it is before this moment, before having my mate in my space. Now I want to fill it with life and light. I will call my decorator tomorrow and put Marisa in charge. I take a step towards her, watching as she tenses in anticipation.

“I am ancient,” I tell her as I begin to round her. She tracks my movements closely. “I am a creature born from the remnants of the past.” I move closer and watch as her chest rises and falls swiftly, her breasts heaving. “I am neither of this world nor any other.” She lets out a low whimper as I slide behind her, letting the flames from my finger whisper across her shoulder lightly. I lean down and smell her hair. She smells sweet and sinful and like she belongs to me.

“I am fire.”

I let my heated talon trace across the length swell of one breast. Then the other. She whimpers and moans as the warm claw leaves a bright red mark across her chest.

“I am fury.”