Page 81 of The Demon's Fire
“So good.” When she lifted her hips to encourage him, he thrust in two fingers, his pace faster.
“Don’t stop.” She closed her lids to savor each stroke. “Harder.”
His finger pounded into Skyler, hitting all the sensitive spots. As she neared release, an electrical impulse surged through her. Her eyes slid open to find him peeking up at her, his gaze burning into her soul.
He was hungry, but instead of fulfilling his own needs, he returned to satisfy her with his fingers while he sucked on her clitoris.
“Yes. Yes.”
When his tongue speared into her, Skyler spiraled out of control. Her hips rocked against his mouth, the pleasure building. She trembled, gripped his temples in her hands, and screamed his name as another pulse of electricity shot through her, followed by an all-consuming orgasm.
Still Kole licked, bit, sucked until she collapsed, exhausted though sated. When she straightened her legs, she let her arms fall limp to her sides, and he rolled onto his back.
Skyler drew slow, deep breaths. “You were spectacular.” Then, sanity nudged her, urging her to sit upright. She dragged open her lids, heavy with sexual satisfaction. “Oh my lord. What did we do?”
“I would think you might know.” Kole swiped his arm along his mouth, coming away with a big grin.
“Shut up.” Heat flowed from Skyler’s toes to her cheeks until she was sure they were as red as the boulder.
“Is your fiancé spectacular?” asked Kole.
Skyler blinked.Her fiancé? “No, he wasn’t … isn’t,” she whispered.
Kole swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. He slid off the rock and tossed clothes at her. “Get dressed. You’re healed. No need to thank me.”
“Thank you? Thank you? I should report you to … to … somebody!”
“For what? You snagged my dick. I thought I was quite the gentleman. Should I have used words instead of my tongue on you? Is that how your fiancé does it? With a good chat?”
“Leave my fiancé out of it. You made me … uh…”
“Horny?”
“Yes. You knew this would happen.” Skyler buttoned her shirt. She wiggled pants up her legs.
“Some get it worse than others. Some not at all. You had it bad, Frisca. Says something about the passion you keep bottled. As side effects go, you gotta admit, wanting to screw is a good one. Of course, I could have let you die from the infection. Having me go down on you was better, don’t you think? Besides, I had a fine time.”
“Uh … uh … I’m at a loss for words.”
“Terrific. You’ll be less irritating.” Kole turned around to retrieve his shirt and weapons.
Despite everything, Skyler ogled him while he dressed, his biceps flexing as he strapped on the harness, loading it with knives. He shoved an axe into a holster on his belt. She shook her head. No good. She wanted Kole’s mouth on her again. And more. But she feared it had nothing to do with the side effects of his healing power. Kole simply set her on fire.
After securing his last weapon, he pivoted around, a deep furrow between his brows. “I have enormous control over my demon urges, but even I have limits. I’ve reached mine, Frisca. If you keep looking at me like that, I will fuck you.”
“Do you have to ruin everything by being vulgar?”
“Nothing vulgar about fucking if it’s done right.”
Skyler found herself nodding in silent agreement as she let out a loud sigh.
She pulled up her socks, jammed her feet in her boots, donned her jacket, and slipped her backpack on. By the time they left for Spriggan Enclave, she was clear-headed and physically healed. She wasn’t so sure her emotions would ever be the same.
ChapterTwenty
“She’sprecious. You’re sweet. And I’m gagging over here.” Rein leaned back in Kole’s chair, his arms folded across his chest. “Make the intros, Chay. Let’s get on with it.”
The ylve tucked Margo into his side as if Rein might attack her. “The big guy at the desk is my mentor and acting commander. His scowl is fierce, but he’s a good male to have at your six. The brute with all the blades and spiffy hair is the satyr Ramirez. While I trust him with my life, I wouldn’t trust him with you.”
