Page 29 of Dark Fire Kiss

An edge entered his voice. “This is important, Fergus. Our female won’t speak to us.”

The peanut wouldn’t budge, so I stabbed my spoon at the ice cream around it. “I didn’t have a phlebotomy lab handy. I was too busy trying not to come like a fountain.” I stabbed at the ice cream a couple more times. “Fat lot of good that did me.”

He was silent a moment. “Fergus,” he said softly.

“What.” I pried the peanut loose.

“Will you stop torturing that ice cream for a minute?” Something in his voice made me pause and look up. A smile played around his mouth. “Come here.”

Part of me bristled at the smile, but another part heard the entreaty in the command. I put the carton aside and stood. He rose at the same moment, and as soon as I was within reach, he snagged the back of my neck and pulled me into him.

“Is that what’s bothering you?” he murmured, his green eyes tender. “You didn’t come like a fountain?”

“No.”

His smile grew.

I huffed out a breath. “Maybe. But it’s not just about sex.”

“Of course not.”

“I’m serious, Bram. What if—” My chest tightened, as if my body didn’t want to let me voice my deepest fear. “What if I ruined our chance? She doesn’t desire me.”

“Impossible.” He squeezed my nape, pulling me closer. “She’d have to be made of stone not to desire you.” He took my mouth in a kiss that started mild and quickly progressed to scorching. His tongue probed mine, plunging and thrusting. My cock swelled as pleasure surged hot and heavy in my veins. A moan gathered in my throat. It broke free when his fingers found the drawstring of my lounge pants.

“Take these off,” he said against my lips.

I scrambled to obey, and my dick sprang forth, the tip already leaking for him.

“And the shirt.”

I’d barely pulled it over my head when he wrapped his arms around me and gave me another searing kiss. As it had all those centuries ago, the juxtaposition between my bare skin and his clothed body cranked my lust up a thousandfold. I thrust my cock against his as he ran a hand over my ass and slid his fingers into my crease.

“You taste like caramel.” He teased his fingertip around my entrance, penetrating me in shallow pumps that sent goosebumps racing over my skin. His voice dropped to a growl. “I want to taste you everywhere.”

“Aye,” I groaned.

He groaned back—and deepened the kiss as if he couldn’t help coming back for more. Not that I minded. I couldn’t get enough of his cedar and smoke scent. The scrape of his stubble against my chin. His wicked fingers working deeper into my body. He added a second—or maybe a third, it felt so good I didn’t care—and the burn of his entry gave way to a powerful buzz of pleasure that made my breath hitch.

“That’s it,” he said, nipping at my lip. “Open up for me.”

I rolled my hips against his, torn between the need in my cock and the delicious pressure in my hole. Wanting to fuck and wanting to be filled. Quite simply, I wanted it all. I’d take whatever Bram would give me. And I’d give him anything he wanted.

He wrenched his head away, breaking off the kiss and giving me a heated look through narrowed emerald eyes. “Get on the bed.”

I went, one hand on my throbbing dick. I stroked it leisurely as I lay on my back and watched him undress and prowl toward me. My poor cock wept at the picture he made—six and a half feet of raw, primal male. I was hardly small, but he was bigger and it suited me just fine. He climbed over me and, without preamble, pushed my thighs wide and rolled me up onto my shoulders. Then he lowered his head between my splayed legs and flicked his tongue over my puckered rim.

“Fuck!” I gasped, shivers coursing through me. He licked me again, and my next curse was nothing more than a wheezing grunt. The sensation was incredible. Pure bliss that streaked straight to my dick. I wrapped my hands around the backs of my knees and pulled my legs wider, shamelessly begging for more.

His dark chuckle floated up as he continued his carnal exploration. Each swipe of his tongue made my lust roar higher, until I was thrusting wantonly to meet him.

He swirled a lazy circle around my entrance, his ministrations soft and gentle, before swiping his tongue over my sac.

“Bram…” I tried to tell him how good it felt but couldn’t. Not with him killing me in the best way possible.

But he knew, of course.

He lifted his gaze, seizing mine as he suckled my balls, closing his lips around one, then the other, tonguing my sensitive flesh while I squirmed and panted. His stubble scraped my crease, adding to the pleasure. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he licked his way back to my hole and delved inside, fucking me with his tongue in wet, forbidden thrusts.

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