Page 8 of Emerald Rising
I didn’t even give him an answer. If I didn’t kiss him now, I would die. I closed the short distance between us and pressed my lips against his in a firm kiss. Heat flared across my lips as his mouth claimed mine in a fierce display of dominance. That wicked lip ring of his pushed into my plump bottom lip and it was like a hot brand against my skin. It was almost painful how he claimed my mouth, that little sliver of metal setting my body alight and stirring dark, dirty thoughts in my mind. I wanted to feel it against my clit, my nipple; fuck, I wanted to feel it everywhere. He nipped at my bottom lip, begging entrance into the wet depths of my mouth. I willingly let him in, and he devoured my mouth with his tongue.
His thumb rolled across my nipple and I moaned deep into his mouth. God, it had been too long since I’d done this. I was a mess of want and need and I was unravelling beneath Ash’s hands.
More. I wanted more.
I bit his bottom lip hard enough to hear him let out a hiss followed by a soft chuckle. My hands roamed underneath his shirt and I felt his muscles flex beneath my fingers as they danced across his skin. I rubbed myself against the hardness pressing against my centre, getting the friction I so desperately craved.
Sweet Lord, I was going to come right in front of an audience, and I didn’t care. All I cared about was finding that blissful release I was so close to.
“That’s it, princess,” Ash whispered against my lips while rolling his hips up against mine. “Come for me.”
He pinched my nipple and bit my lip at the same time, mixing some pain in with the pleasure that was racing through every nerve ending in my body.
I screamed as my orgasm took over my body, dragging me into a swirling sea that had me fighting for air as my body trembled beneath Ash’s touch.
But then the haziness in my mind lifted and I became all too aware of what I had just done. Reality came crashing down on me, shattering my post-orgasmic bliss, and leaving me cold and embarrassed.
“What did you just do to me?” I forced out between clenched teeth.
“Just give… me a… minute,” Ash breathed. He closed his eyes, and I could feel his body quiver beneath me. “That was intense.”
What the hell was he doing?
I was furious at the way he manipulated me into behaving that way. I didn’t care if he was a demon; I was just pissed that he’d used me. I didn’t have a knife in hand to stab him like I had River, but I sure as hell could still give him a good old-fashioned slap.
As soon as I saw a shimmer of blue emerge from behind his eyelids, I swung my hand with as much force as I could muster and gave his cheek a resounding slap.
A feral growl left his lips as he captured my wrists and rolled me beneath him on the sofa, caging me beneath his solid physique. His face twisted into a ferocious expression and I became all too aware that I was looking into the face of a monster.
“Don’t ever attack me when I’m feeding. I’ll take it as a sign you like it rough, and I will fuck you until you can’t stand.”
His voice was a snarl, and I had a hard time controlling the way my body reacted to him. His nostrils flared and a dark grin settled on his beautiful mouth.
His lips found the soft shell of my ear and his words caressed my skin. “Do you like the sound of that? Is that how you like it? Fast and dirty? Rough and brutal?”
His teeth nipped my earlobe sharply and I moaned.
“Enough!” River roared snapping the tension between me and Ash and stopping me from doing somethingreallystupid. Sanity came flooding back to me and I pushed up at Ash and rolled him off me. He landed in a heap on the floor at my feet and I couldn’t deny the way I enjoyed him looking up at me. There was such desire burning in those bright, blue eyes that I had a hard time looking away. No doubt he was using some more demon mojo on me to make me think like this. Was he the reason I couldn’t seem to keep my vagina in my pants?
With one last look at me, Ash got to his feet and returned to the chair he was in before he gave me the best orgasm I’d had in months. I hated that he looked smug and satisfied. My fingers were itching to slap him again.
“Do you believe us now?” River asked bitingly.
“Are you always this grumpy?” I snapped. “Do you not have some demon magic that you can whip up to improve your humour? Because if you’re just going to sit there and find ways to piss me off, you can fuck off back to Hell.” I hated using curse words; guess it was a habit picked up from the convent, but sometimes they were just called for. Like right now, when River was staring at me like he was chewing glass.
I couldn’t even look at them. They’d barged into my home, upset my world in seconds and then proceeded to humiliate me by using my desire to prove a point. Worse than that, I still couldn’t deny this aching need I had to be near them. What the hell was that about? What had that summoning done to me?
