Page 104 of Flameborne: Fury
“Do what?” I whispered, scrambling to understand what had shifted in him.
“Do you jump out of the pasture to look for another male?”
I shook my head vehemently, but he caught my chin and made me meet his eyes. “I think you do,” he said in a low growl that confused me. His tone heavy with dark approval of my need, but his expression a warning, as if the heat in him tangled desire with anger.
“I’d never betray you. I love you!” I insisted, then pulled him down to kiss him. To press myself to him. To convince him he could trust me.
Why didn’t he trust me?
I bit my lip and reached for him, watched myself touch his chest, flattening my palm against the broad plane of his pec, then tracing the lines on his ribs because he was ticklish and it always made him twitch.
“Little flirt!” he chuckled as I bit my lip and turned my hand so I could drag my nails up the center of his stomach, then slid my hand back down towards his member, which had been slack and resting against my thigh, but now awoke again, thickening.
I smiled, enjoying the evidence of his desire for me.
He let that rumble sustain in his chest, his fingers on my nipple becoming a grasp of my breast, needy. Clawing. His eyes flashed when he caught me looking, and he rasped my name in a way that made my chest tingle.
His hands grew firmer, grasping, kneading, and his breath heavier. I let my head fall back and my eyes close to focus on his touch, on his body, the way he made me feel, the sheer ecstasy of knowing he loved me. He really loved me!
The world disappeared as he touched me and my rasped at the pleasure he drew from my flesh.
He was my forever. I was certain of it. For the first time, I was sure of him and his love for me. I could have wept with the joy of that.
“I love you,” I breathed. “I love you so much.”
“Do you want me?” he rasped, growling approval when I gasped my yes, and diving for my throat, his thick, hard length nudging at my core—
“Hey-yo! Where the fuck are you, Talon? You weren’t joking when you said this place is in the middle of nowhere.”
I startled at the strange voice, jumping to cover myself, but Ruin grabbed my wrist and pulled his head up, grinning wickedly at me as he pinned my arm back next to my head. “Don’t cover up, beautiful. They want to see you,” he graveled, then raised his voice and turned his head to look over his shoulder, towards the ladder. “Up here. The loft.”
“But—!”I hissed, anger and disbelief spearing through me. “Who—what are you—”
“They’re my brothers. I told you, I told them about you,” he said, turning back to stare down at me, his eyes an inferno. I stared at him in horror, only a small part of me comforted when he leaned higher, covering me with his body, one hand in my hair, his nose almost touching mine, his gaze burning. “I’ve been bragging about you,” he rasped. “About how you want me.” My mouth fell open as he thrust, sliding his marble-hardness against me so my body clenched and I gasped. “That’s it, Brenny,” he muttered, gritting his teeth, his voice rough and raw. “That’s my horny little filly.”
“No, I—”
Noises below of men joking, footsteps, rustling in the straw near the ladder to the loft. They couldn’t—surely he didn’t mean for them to—
“They want to meet you, Brenny. They’re my brothers. I told you, we do everything together.”
“But—”
“You said you wanted to meet them!” he hissed, the flames in his eyes flaring with anger as well as need, so I froze.
I’d imagined I wanted to meet themclothed.
A second voice said something too low to catch, then more, deep, male voices laughed. A shrill scream started in my head a moment later when a strange face appeared at the top of the ladder, a handsome man not much older than him, with dark, tousled hair and a scar on his chin. His eyes widened and darkened, like a cat’s when they sensed a mouse. I froze, then cried out as my love cursed wickedly and thrust into me.
Desperate, afraid, and so confused, I slapped a hand to his back, grabbing for something stable, begging for help, as he let out a guttural bellow I’d only heard from him once before—the first time I put my mouth on him.
“Fuck, Brenny,” he gasped, fingers clawing into my hair.
“Stop—please—” I pleaded, terrified and mortified as the unknown man climbed into the loft, his eyes bright, avid, fixed on us and his hands immediately went to the buckle of his trousers.
“Fuuuuuck, Tal. I thought you were showing off, but, damn.”
The man I loved grunted desperately, plowing into me, hands clawing, grasping, grabbing as I struggled, bracing one hand on his shoulder to push him off and gave a frantic cry—but he only caught my wrist and planted that hand down next to my head, looming over me so I lost sight of the other man as another, lighter head andthickshoulders appeared at the top of the ladder and a curse echoed in the rafters.
