Page 148 of A Dance With Fire
She turned.
Her whole body glowed something ethereal and Ryker’s own went taut, his cock tightened painfully in his pants.
His gaze flickered over her body, memorizing every inch. From the curve of her breasts to the shapes of her pointed nipples.
And then he saw the bruises and a snarl tore out of him, angry and murderous. In a couple of strides, he was in front of her, dropping to his knees. For a moment, her nudity was forgotten, his own desires quenched as he took in the mottled bruise around her ribs.
A fierce, foreign wave of protectiveness drowned him. His nostrils flared.
“Who did this?” Ryker’s fingers grazed underneath the edge of the bruise, careful not to touch, to hurt. His magic reached out on instinct to get a feel of the pain.
Shula’s fingers raked through his hair. “No one who is still alive.”
Of course.
A smile touched his lips before he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the bruise. That’s where he kept them for a few seconds as his magic took over and healed her skin, took away the pain.
He barely winced as he absorbed it.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she whispered, fingers dancing along his scarred shoulders.
He tilted his head up. “I did. You are my mate.”
He felt her body tremble at those words. Her nails dug into his skin, and pain had never felt so good.
“Say it again,” she ordered.
Desire flared to life as if it had never been extinguished in the first place.
Ryker pressed a kiss to her stomach. “Mate,” he growled against her flesh. “You are my mate.”
A groan urged another kiss from Ryker. Lower, his beard scraped across the soft flesh of Shula’s body and lower still to the dark hairs beneath. Her hips bucked against him and he held her steady with his hands, nails digging into soft skin to keep her still.
“Ryker…”
“My mate,” he growled.“Mine.”
His mouth closed over her clit, and it was like the very essence of Mana exploded onto his tongue. Euphoric, enticing, addictive. Those were a few words that came to mind as he sucked her clit between his teeth.
Shula cried out, gripping him tighter as she ground herself against his mouth, wanting friction. He craved it as much as she did. Ryker pulled back a fraction, enough to let his tongue slide down the folds of her pussy.
His tongue dove between her folds, tasting the evidence of how much she wanted him, lapping it up with deep, even strokes. He explored every inch of her with his tongue and teeth, using her gasps and whimpers to learn what she liked. Releasing one hip, he thumbed her clit as he found a steady rhythm, one he matched a moment later with his fingers, curling them inside her and stroking deep until she was writhing, pleading… begging.
“Ryker!” Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he knew she was close to falling over that delicious edge. He felt it in his own body, the sensation building, his cock aching, and above all that, wanting topleaseher, drive her into oblivion.
He curled his fingers, sucked her clit into his tongue, using his teeth to apply the lightest of pressure.
She fell.
Her screams echoed through the room, and he felt the heat of her fire explode above them. He dared a glance up, seeing figures dancing above them.
Have you danced with fire yet?
The Seer’s words came back to him, a prediction of the bond he’d denied but that was now consuming them both.
Her magic was reacting to the orgasm, so he pushed her higher, drew it out longer until she was begging, chasing the release with quick undulations of her hips. Until the fire dulled to the colors of burning embers and her knees buckled beneath her.
Only then did Ryker pull away, missing her heat as soon as he did, but he still tasted her on his tongue. It was a primal urge to kiss her, to leave her breathless and let her taste herself on him. So Ryker did. He slid up her body, looked into her heavy-lidded eyes and kissed her with the same enthusiasm he’d applied to her pussy.
