Page 55 of Power of Five
Right. Of course. I cross my thighs, which helps a bit with the insistently pulsing need, and turn away from the warrior. The pine branches poke my side and I shimmy in the makeshift pallet to find a comfortable spot.
“Lilac Girl,” Tye says through gritted teeth, his body vibrating slightly. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I flip over, rising on one elbow. My better sense has plainly gone to sleep without the rest of me, because instead of doing as Tye asks, I walk my finger over his chest, smiling as his muscles shudder beneath my touch. Playing with fire. Because while my body is quite explicit in what it would like, it doesn’t actually know how to get there. It’s never gone...therebefore. And I’m not sure how to tell someone like Tyethatlittle problem, but maybe we could skip the talking. I run a nail across his nipple.
Tye growls, pouncing like a cat from the pallet beneath us. My breath catches as he flattens me onto my back and braces his body over mine, his powerful arms extended, his palms anchored on either side of my head. Tye’s flop of red hair falls from his face, tickling my cheeks. He grinds his pelvis into mine lightly. “What do you want?” Tye asks softly, his mouth and chest hovering above me, close but not touching. “Tell me, Lilac Girl.”
“You.” The truth spills out, sending my heart into a gallop. I’ve not had a man before, and this male above me... If the sheer size of his chest and shoulders is any indication of what I’ll find between his powerful thighs, I should be frightened right now. Except I’m not. I feel like I can’t be frightened of Tye, or any of the quint. Not because they are not dangerous—they are predators through their blood and soul—but because when I’m with them, I’m a predator too. “You,” I say again, this time certain of my words as my body shudders in confirmation.
Tye grins, the tip of his tongue flickering over his elongated canines. “And what shall I do with you?” he muses, that gleam in his eyes taking in my body, lingering appreciatively on my chest and hips before returning to my eyes. Tye bends his elbows, bringing his body flush with mine, though his weight remains on his hands. His head lowers until the tips of those canines nip my earlobe.
I squirm and Tye chuckles into my ear. “Never mind, Lilac Girl. I’ll decide.”
He flexes, straightening his arms and rolling off me, his right leg resting possessively between my thighs while his free hand pulls at the laces of my shirt, which obediently falls open to expose my stomach. “You really should marvel at my restraint,” he says, running his fingers along my collarbone. “These clothes are in the way of my plans for your body, and I’ve yet to destroy them.”
He brushes his hand lightly along my side, curving around the bend of my hip before returning to my skin. Tye’s strong, dexterous fingers trace a circle around my bellybutton and then, just when I’m about to giggle, slip under the waistband of my pants.
My breath catches, my thighs longing to press together to control a different type of tingling, but Tye’s deftly positioned leg allows no such escape. His fingers graze lower, then lower still. A little more and there will be no hiding the wetness building between my legs. He’s trapped me. Expertly. Exquisitely. Excruciatingly. “Tye—”
“So much talking,” he chides, bringing his painfully handsome face close enough to mine to nip my lip gently. My mouth opens to emit a gasp, which is all the male needs to press his velvet lips against mine. The kiss starts quick and teasing, but then I press back into him and a tremor runs through Tye’s body. He deepens the kiss, claiming my mouth as his hand under my waistband discovers my secret.
Tye pulls away, grinning as he licks his fingers one at a time, each flick of his tongue making the heat inside me flare.
“What... about your clothes?” My voice is raspy, too much of my attention drawn low on my body. “I little like them either.”
Tye chuckles once, reaching around back and pulling his shirt obediently over his head. Muscles honed through years of battle shift beneath smooth skin. I place both my palms on his sculpted chest, which expands with starved breaths above me. When my finger touches Tye’s nipple again, he uncoils suddenly, lifting my shoulders with one hand and deftly liberating me of my chest band.
Clearly, the male has done this before. I, on the other hand...
“You are perfect,” Tye whispers as if reading the worry in my eyes. “You are more than perfect, Lilac Girl. You are an exquisite being, and I will savor exploring every secret of this wicked body of yours. And then, when I’m done with that...” He gives me a feline grin.
“And then?” I breathe.
Tye brings his lips close to my ear, nipping the earlobe as his hand slides right back under my waistband, this time finding its target without delay. “And then,” Tye whispers, his mouth still at my ear while his fingers slide leisurely along my sex, forward and back, forward and back, forward and—
I buck as Tye’s touch stops just outside my opening, teasing it gleefully while I writhe, not knowing whether I want to kiss him or kill him. “And then you’ll decide just how deep the exploration should go. But we’ll save that little tidbit for next time.”
“What?” I whimper. “Why?”
Tye’s fingers trail away, flicking over my apex instead. For an instant, I want to scream at the inadequate consolation prize, but with the next heartbeat my eyes widen, my hips undulating at the sudden deluge of heat his tiny touches bring, and I want to scream for a different reason entirely. My sex pulses, Tye’s finger moving faster and faster. Hisfinger.Just the thought of what would happen if he entered... if his cock entered... The phantom fullness makes me shudder even as the very real rhythm of Tye’s touch pushes me over the edge I’ve been skimming. My body arches up to the sky, surrendering to an explosion of pleasure.
I pant, staring at Tye as he withdraws his hand from my sex and brushes it along my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast. “There are five of us, Lilac Girl. And the lesser three would never forgive us if we left them out of our first joining.”
The End
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