Page 35 of The Firebrand
He dropped above her, a fist sinking into the couch beside each of her hips, his arms straight. She was trapped.
Her muscles melted, soft enough to spread on toast. She stroked both hands down her tee, cradling her breasts with her palms as she arched her back. Her lids wanted to drop, the air heavy with lust. She pulled Rein onto the sofa where she straddled him. His hard cock jutted between her thighs. She ground her sex along the swell of his shaft, her panties wet. With her fingers curled around his nape, she captured his mouth in a kiss. Her lips parted, her tongue spearing inside him where she licked and sucked, greedy for his assaulting thrusts.
When she moaned, one of Rein’s hands flattened against her spine as the other crawled under her shirt. He forced her bra up, cupping the warm, soft skin of a breast. He squeezed, pinching her nipple, making a tight, eager bud.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned.
Heat flooded through Braelyn as the ache between her legs grew unbearable. She needed to touch Rein, to have him inside her. Thrusting into his hand, she continued to draw on his tongue. As she rocked against the steely ridge of his erection, she hooked fingers into the waistband of his pants.
I want to stroke his hard length. To pleasure him.
“Please,” she whispered into his mouth, caressing the skin where his hair met his neck. Bucking against him, she tugged on his zipper. “I need you now.”
“Damn. Double damn.” Rein pulled her bra back over her breasts, removed his palm from under her tee, and pushed her off his lap. “Ram was right. You have no business here.”
Her hand returned to his pants, fumbling with his zipper, determined to have him. But the cloud of erotic desire faded inch by inch. Braelyn put a fist to her mouth.
What the hell am I doing?
“Did I answer your question? That’s what an incubus can do. I released pheromones, stimulating your lifeforce with sexual energy before I touched you to feed. You were a tasty late-night snack. A win-win for both of us. I could have had a full meal, but it’s unlikely you’d survive the seven-course feast. Death by fucking.”
“Asshole.”
She drew back to slap Rein, but he caught her arm. “Be careful what you ask for, because I am an asshole.”
Rein rose from the couch to yank her out of her seat. A scowling Firebrand strode up, the silver piercing through his brow glinting in the flashing lights. “You need to get Elisabeta. She’s putting on one hell of a slut show.”
The guy stomped off, shouts and cat calls filtering from the rear of the bar. Rein froze as the loud sounds of “Remember the Name” blared from the speakers.
“Thanks, Tyr. Greatest fucking day ever,” he snarled, grabbing Braelyn’s arm hard enough to bruise.
“Hey! Let go. You’re hurting me.”
He dragged her closer to the jeering patrons. Braelyn didn’t want to watch, but she couldn’t help it. A beautiful woman danced topless on a table, straight black hair streaming to her waist, her bright blue eyes outlined by dark lashes. She was nearly Braelyn’s height but had curvy hips that swayed in suggestive circles, keeping time with the Fort Minor rap. As her breasts bobbed, delighting the crowd, she crooked her index finger, signaling a man in the audience to join her.
“Stay,” Rein shouted over the music, over the hoots and hollers. “Take this.” He thrust his duffle at Braelyn.
Onlookers scattered when they saw him. Those who didn’t move fast enough, he flung aside. Nearing the table, he squeezed the shoulder of the man about to join the dancer. When Rein shook his head, the man stood down.
The Firebrand bent his knees, jumped up, snagged the woman, threw her into a fireman’s hold, and landed on the floor again. No problem. He seized a tablecloth to cover the dancer, tromped toward Braelyn, and clasped her wrist, pulling her along behind.
“Shit! I’m ready for this day to end. My life is ordered. Planned. No chaos. No turmoil. Fuck.” When he passed Chay, still stretched out enjoying himself, Rein shouted without a backward glance, “We’re out of here.”
A stumbling Braelyn twisted in the ylve’s direction to wave goodbye, but the nymphs had his full attention. One rocked on his thighs while the other leaned over him, her nipple stuck in his mouth. Chay was getting more than a lap dance.
“That could be me. Fuck! That should be me,” Rein bellowed.
Outside, the dancer angled her neck to stare at Braelyn. “Yum. Human. I loveHomo sapiensblood.”
When she struggled, Rein flicked his hand. She slumped, her head bobbling against his spine. Nice and quiet like.
“Girlfriend?” Braelyn asked, her lips pressed into an angry line. His answer was going to piss her off.
“Sister.”
Okay. Not what I expected.
That was the last word Rein spoke on the short walk to his condo.
