Page 89 of Fated By Fire
Fuck. I want him more than air.
“You’re sure?” he asks, and something tells me that it’s not just the sex he’s talking about.
I fist his hair, yanking his head up. “Don’t you dare coddle me now.”
A dark laugh rumbles through him as he settles between my legs, his cock gliding along my entrance as if it’s finding its way home. When he tilts his hips and thrusts into me, I gasp, bucking up to him. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last, but it always surprises me how well we fit together.
“Yes…” I moan, my head tipping back as my back bows. Pleasure flares around where he’s pistoning into me. I focus on the sensation, letting it surround me.
The Heartstone flares in response, its crimson glow bleeding from the nightstand where I’ve dropped it. The room swims—shadows twisting on the walls, the air thick with the scent of fire.
He pins my wrists above my head, his scales rippling faintly along his forearms. His lips are everywhere: my throat, my chest… my nipples are in his mouth, tight points of pleasure. I writhe against him, wanton with lust.
“You want everything?” he growls as he raises his head to look at me. “Then take it.”
Without warning, he bites down, sharp and sudden, and I cry out as pleasure-pain arcs through me when his teeth sink into the junction of my neck and shoulder.
Pain.
White-hot, electric—it liquefies my bones, molten gold flooding my veins. The bond shatters wide open, and I’m inside him,everywhere: the ache of centuries-old loneliness, the vicious thrill of the fight, the raw, unspoken terror that he’d lose me like he lost his father. His essence—smoke and embers and ancient knowledge—pours into me, branding me.
“Now me,” he demands, tilting his head to bare his throat.
I hesitate. My human side is new to this, but there’s something older inside that seems to know. Instinct makes the decision for me. I press my lips to his pulse, then bite down. His blood floods my mouth, rich and coppery, and he roars, his hips slamming into mine. The Heartstone’s light erupts, painting the room in violent red.
“Elena—”
“Don’t stop,” I growl.
His nails rake my hips as he drives into me, each thrust stoking the fire in my core. The stone’s energy weaves around us, wreathing us with age-old light—I feel his name as if it’s etched into my heart. The bedframe cracks against the wall, and I don’t care because he’s everywhere, in me, around me,partof me—
I feel the sensation of my orgasm building, but it’s different this time. Deeper. More dimensions to it. Layers of pleasure that ripple over me, through me, leave me reeling.
“God! Caleb!” I gasp, clinging to him. His head is bowed, face buried in the curve of my throat as he jerks against me, his own climax consuming him. I can feel the little pulses deep in my core as his body releases into me. It’s like liquid ecstasy.
When it ends, we’re both shaking. He collapses beside me, breath ragged, gathering me close. The Heartstone’s glow fades, leaving only the aftermath: sweat-slick skin, tangled sheets, the twin spirals of mate bites glowing faintly on our collarbones.
I trace his mark, the raised skin humming under my fingertip. “Still think you’re in control?”
His laugh is dark, warm, his thumb brushing the bite on my shoulder. “Never with you, Ace.”
The silence stretches, thick with unsaid things. Outside, sirens wail—the city licking its wounds. There’s going to be talk of this night for a long time to come. I wonder how we’ll weather this storm.
“We”—it’s strange to use the word in connection with a species of creatures that I’ve somehow become a part of.
“It’s not over,” I whisper. “Malakai’s still out there. The Syndicate. The Circle—”
“Let them come.” His arm tightens around me, pulling me flush against his chest. “You think I’d let anyone take you now?”
“You might not have a choice.” My voice cracks. “This bond… the stone… I’m not safe, Caleb.”
He tilts my chin up, his gaze burning. “You think I care about safe? Safe is shadows and lies. Safe got my father killed.” His thumb traces my jaw. “You’re fire. And I’d burn the world to keep you.”
“Even if it destroys you?”
“Especially then.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “You’re an idiot.”
