Page 42 of The Mating Fire
“Maybe it’s time they did.”
“Ah Rockstar, how you touch this cold stone I call a heart.”
Emboldened, she typed, “Maybe I’d like to touch something else of yours… something that would fulfill your passion.”
“My dear Rockstar, are you fantasizing?”
An eggplant emoticon followed. She smiled. “I do have fantasies and they aren’t about bird watching.”
To her shock, a dildo materialized on the elegant side table next to her teacup. Heart hammering, Harper set down her phone and picked up the sex toy with trembling hands. Had she done this?
The dildo was ribbed, not terribly long, perhaps six inches. Thick and hard, like a man’s shaft. Harper ran a finger along the underside, imagining it was Darkbird’s penis.
Her phone buzzed a message. She glanced at the chatbox.
“Rockstar? What happened?”
“Something I can’t explain. I have to go. Good night.”
“Meet me online tomorrow night after midnight?”
Harper traced a line over the screen. “I’ll try.”
“Good night.” Then a smiley face. “Enjoy your fantasies.”
Shutting down her phone to conserve the battery, for Serena had neglected to give her a charging cord, she carried it and the dildo over to the nightstand by the big bed.
Harper undressed and then slid between the sheets nude. She reached over and fingered the dildo. Her magick must have conjured this sex toy. How else had it appeared?
Her body throbbed and ached, needing relief. The chat with Darkbird had stirred all her naughty fantasies. What did he look like? Was he cute? Tall? Short? Geeky?
Shutting her eyes, dildo in hand, she tried to conjure an image of Darkbird but only Jared came to mind. Jared with his powerful body, his black hair and penetrating gaze, and sheer sexuality.
“I can’t do this,” she muttered. As much as her body ached for sex, for satisfaction, she wouldn’t do it here in this bedroom.
With a grunt of frustration, she slipped the dildo into the top chest of drawers and then returned to bed, sliding under the cool sheets.
She dreamed.
Jared stood before her bedside, clad only in a black satin robe. His tall, muscled body tensed as he studied her.
“Do you know why I’m here, Harper?” The deep timbre of his voice made her shiver with anticipation.
Oh, she knew why he was here, in her bedroom.
Sitting up, she slid her arms around his lean waist. Jared joined her on the bed and kissed her. His tongue stroked inside her mouth with languid grace, arousing every nerve. Making her melt with need as he staked his claim.
When he pulled away, his dark gaze wild and smoldering, she had no ability to resist him.
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. Until you can’t walk and when you finally you do, you’ll feel the memory of me between your legs, hard and thick inside you. I’ll makeyou come so many times you’ll never want another man in your bed. Only me.”
He pushed her backward as he stripped off the robe and suddenly she was naked as well, watching him, so gorgeous and wild, the incubus who knew how to deliver erotic pleasure and do it over and over…
When she awoke, her sex was throbbing, but with the ache of a recent orgasm. Languid with pleasure, she laid back.
What the hell was happening to her?
Jared drummedhis fingers on the black screen of his tablet. The meeting with Xavier had not assuaged his concern about Harper.
