Page 78 of The Firebrand
Braelyn swung her legs over the edge of the mattress and strutted to the bathroom. Propped on his elbow, head on his fist, Rein watched her tight ass sway from side to side.
Damn. I’m hard again.He clasped his dick, giving it a few tugs.Yep. Ready to rock-n-roll.
When she came out of the bathroom, he passed her, sniffing the air. She was springtime. Fresh rain. And wearing his top. He bent to nuzzle her hair while lifting the hem of the T-shirt. “New rule, Brae, no clothes in the bedroom.”
“I can’t sleep in the nude.”
A satisfied grin teased his mouth. “Who said you were sleeping?”
With an eye on his twitching, jutting arousal, she quirked a brow. “Suddenly, I’m not tired.”
When he returned from the shower, she was in bed on her back, the sheet clasped under her chin. Rein laughed, tugging off the covers, exposing her to his view. He planted a fast kiss on her lips before rolling her onto her stomach and smacking her rear.
Braelyn’s hand flew to her ass. “You spanked me.”
“I did. And I’ll do it again if you don’t get on your hands and knees.”
When she complied, his palm brushed the red spot he had caused. A lovely crimson mark. He clasped her hips, positioned her for his cock, and pistoned into her inviting sheath, burying himself in one brutal drive forward. “So good.”
When Braelyn looked over her shoulder, his fingers found her clit, rubbing and pinching, urging her to come for him.
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Theyhad sex two more times, slower, sweeter, before Rein fell asleep. But Braelyn lay awake, tossing, turning, using her pillow for a punching bag. She had never experienced more than one orgasm with a man, and few of those. Yet here she was in bed with this non-human, enjoying multiple big Os. And she desired more. More orgasms. More time. More commitment.
More. More. More.
She wanted all the things Rein could never give her. Love. Faithfulness. Trust. A bond till death.
Thoughts tangled in her mind, interlacing, weaving a tapestry. Warp. Woof. A complicated pattern of desire, the fabric of longing, the fibers of a hunger for life.
Who am I kidding?
A relationship was impossible. Theeven ifswere dead ends.Even ifRein wanted her to stay, the cancer owned her. Sure, he could visit when it struck big time, holding her hand, the one not connected to all the tubes. Maybe his control would slip for a sec when a tear escaped his eye.Even ifthe brain tumor didn’t kill her, she’d grow old while he remained young. And beddable, with female vampire hotties hitting on him until he couldn’t resist a drink.Even ifshe stayed, was cancer free, and somehow lived as long as Rein, he wouldn’t commit to her. He had said he was incapable of a relationship that lasted a full night.
Yep. Good decision.
Run to Seattle before her heart broke. Before he sat by her bedside, holding her hand while she drew her last breath, her body ravaged by cancer and meds. Before she was plucking out gray hairs, scheduling a facelift, walking with a cane, and gumming her food. Before he visited the nursing home, pushing her around in her wheelchair, feeding her soup, watching it dribble down her chin. Before he tried commitment but failed.
Yep. Good decision.
Her time with him was pure, unmarred by all the realities of life. It would remain that way. Frozen. He’d remember her. The first woman who had spent a night in his bed. A seductress. The best lay ever. She’d remember him. Her last wild adventure.
Yep. Good decision.
As sleep evaded her, crazy ideas continued to weave threads into the complicated pattern that was her life. Despite her limited mortality, his near immortality, and all the hopelessness, she wanted him to beg her to stay. On his knees. Flowers in his hand. She wanted him to argue that she should remain on Scath with him as long as she could.
If he did, she would stroke the muscled pads of his chest, tilt her chin up until she stared into his ever-changing blue eyes, and say, “It’s not possible.”
He would beg again, but she would continue to refuse.
Nobody can say I’m rational.
Braelyn’s head rested in the crook of Rein’s elbow, her body twisted toward his, her hand curled around his waist, his skin warm to her touch. She slipped away from his arm, away from his embrace, away from all she could never have.
“Where are you going?” Rein’s voice was raspy with sleep, his gaze half-lidded, his lashes thick.
Mustering a cheerful tone, she said, “I’ll wear out my welcome if I stay in your bed any longer. We’ve broken enough records. Besides, I’m tired. I’m going to Elisabeta’s room to get some rest. Good night.”
