Page 30 of Flame and Fury

Wren’s hand is buried in my hair, nails scraping over my scalp. Her other hand is running over the planes of my chest and stomach until she slides it under the waist of my pants and strokes my dick.

“Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me.”

If she keeps touching me like that, I’m going to toss her on her back and fuck her until she’s screaming my name. As incredible as that sounds, I don’t want to screw things up again.

I’m weak as fuck when it comes to this woman.

Wren squeaks out a protest when I break our kiss and flip her so she’s on her back beneath me. The blankets fall back, letting the frigid air touch our bodies.

“Brr. Put the blankets back on.” Wren tries to snuggle down deeper, but I don’t let her.

I hook my fingers into her pants and pull them off. Shoving her sweatshirt up, I expose her breasts and lower my head to suck one nipple in my mouth. She moans, and somehow manages to grab the blankets and pull them over my head. With a chuckle on my lips, I rasp my teeth against her breast before kissing down her belly.

Wren’s thighs part for me, but I wrap my hands around the supple flesh, pressing them open wider so I can settle between them. The heat from her body and the cover of the blankets creates an inferno. Lowering my head, I lick a stripe up her pussy and then blow. Wren groans and lifts the edge of the blanket.

“Now I can’t see you.” Her eyes are wild and her words breathless.

I flip the blanket back off my head. Wren props herself up on her elbows, watching as I bury my face between her thighs. I lick and suck, feasting on her like a starved man. And I am. I am desperate for another taste of her.

“What do you do to me?” I whisper against her thigh, lightly sinking my teeth into her flesh before soothing the mark with my lips and tongue. “You drive me crazy. I haven’t stopped thinking about being inside you since that night.” I never talk during sex. Hell, I barely make sounds, but Wren turns me into a fucking orator.

The words tumble out, the need to tell her how she makes me feel is a compulsion I have to sate.I suck on her clit and slide two fingers inside her soaked pussy.

“Shit. Oh gods. I’m going to…” Wren clamps down on my fingers, her hand fisting my hair and holding me in place, like she’s afraid I’m going to leave her right on the edge. I pump my fingers inside her, my mouth never leaving her clit and she shatters. Her back bows and her body shakes as her climax goes on and on.

A knock hammers on the door. “Get dressed. Come downstairs.” Sylvie’s voice is gruff. She hesitates a moment and then chuckles. “These walls are paper thin. Just so you know.”

Wren groans and throws her arm up to cover her eyes.

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The window is encasedin ice. Even though I can’t see outside, I know the storm has died down because the wind isn’t battering the building. Wren grumbles the entire time she gets dressed, and it’s hard not to laugh at her. Her metallic pants and completely impractical boots that lace up to her knees are ridiculous, but the woman could make a burlap sack look incredible.

Sylvie is already behind the bar when we make our way downstairs. I wonder if she ever leaves the building. There’s some toast, a carafe of coffee, and two bottles of water on the bar. Sylvie gestures for us to help ourselves.

“I wanted to inform you that the Boar has left Vegas for an indeterminate amount of time.” Sylvie’s wiping down the bar even though we're the only people in here and no one has made a mess since last night. “I know you have a challenge to find him, but that will be impossible at this time. You can tell the clerics that the Boar is not interested in being a pawn in the game.”

Wren nearly chokes on her coffee. She was mid-drink during Sylvie’s last statement.

“I’m sure that will go over well,” she says, setting down her mug and taking a bite of toast.

Her toast is gone in two more bites. She rubs her hands together over her plate to dislodge any stray crumbs as her midnight eyes find mine. There’s a tentative trust growing between us. I wonder how long before I fuck it up this time.

“You ready to go face the music?” Wren asks.

I never thought I would be tempted to hole up in a three hundred square-foot apartment for days, but I want nothing more than to take Wren back up to that bed. We’d be stormed in and could pretend all our worries no longer exist. Neither of us have that luxury.

“Let’s get it over with.”

We’re not the first champions back, but we aren’t the last either. Wren left a half hour before me, and she rolls her eyes at me when I walk into the theater. She’s sitting in one of the theater seats, with Jasper, Drake, and Greer. Jade and Preston aren’t anywhere in sight. The seats are empty, the audience having only been there the night before.

Thaddeus, Nathaniel, and Billy are all on stage and the three of them watch me walk down the aisle with three different reactions: irritation, suspicion, and nervousness.

“Zeus’s champion. What information do you have on this challenge?”

Before I can open my mouth, Preston and Jade stomp in behind me.

“The Boar’s fled Vegas. Apparently, he’s gone to Ares territory. We were told we don’t have permission to enter his airspace,” Preston shouts. “What kind of bullshit is this?”

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