Page 122 of The Demon's Fire
He took possession of her mouth again, his kiss gentle as he withdrew and glided back in, letting her feel every inch of his swollen need.
She moaned softly, rocking against him, forcing him deeper.
His desire to possess a female had never been so strong. She was wet for him. She was his. He punched in and out, harder and faster until they were both frantic, until they were both pumping their hips. All reason lost. No gentleness. The beast wanted to devour Skyler.
His.
Kole pistoned forward. Backward. When he felt on the brink of an orgasm, he reached between their bodies to find her swollen clit. He stroked it with a rough finger. He pinched it. “Come, Frisca. Come hard for me.” His balls drew up tight. “Damn, female. You’re milking my cock. I’m not going to last.”
Skyler shivered, her release building. She bucked against him as if unable to get enough of him, fast enough, or hard enough. He sent a small shock of electric energy coursing into her.
She came, shouting Kole’s name as he had imagined. With the sound of her voice, he exploded, his climax a blaze that grew into an inferno. His seed spilled and spilled. Long and seemingly unending.
Inside this human was the home Kole had longed for since he had been ten. She was his. Whether she knew it or not. Whether he accepted it or not.
Remaining still, he held onto Skyler’s limp body, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. When her legs quivered, he slipped out of her warmth, gentling her feet to the floor.
Heavy lids partially masked her lilac-blue gaze. Her lips curled into a sweet smile.
“We’re not nearly through, Frisca.” He hitched up his pants until they hung from his hips, his still hard dick jutting out.
She whispered, “I … I…”
“You what?”
“I think I’ve melted.”
“You better show me where your bedroom is, or we’ll try out the floor next.”
Skyler swallowed. She rasped as she took his large hand, “This way.”
Kole followed a wobbly Skyler down the hallway, her nice ass swaying.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Ayoung, wide-eyed waitress approached Braelyn and Rein’s table at the diner as they waited for Miller Nash. She wiggled her peasant blouse further down, exposing more shoulder, flipped her blonde ponytail from side to side, and cast a toothy grin at Rein. “What can I get for you?”
Braelyn answered despite not being the girl’s focus of attention. “I’ll have a Caesar salad and a bite of his fries and hamburger.”
The waitress wrote down the order without so much as a glance in Braelyn’s direction. “Uh-huh. And what do you want, honey?” She arched her back enough to pouf out her already sizable boobs.
“I assume I’m having the unhealthy burger and fries. Two waters, please.”
The blonde minx twirled a strand of loose hair around her finger while she continued to ogle Rein.
Braelyn snapped her fingers, her eyebrows scrunched. “You can place our order now.”
Giving Rein one last ear-to-ear smile, the waitress turned, tossed her ponytail again, and sashayed away. Braelyn pinched his bicep. “Stop making her go weak in the knees.”
A wicked grin twisted her mate’s lips. “You’re the only female I intend to make wobbly in the knees.”
Grabbing her hand, he sucked a finger into his mouth, sliding it in and out until Braelyn shivered. “You think I’m so easy, Firebrand?”
“Yes, but I’m willing to put in a little work, too.”
“You’re arrogant.”
“I thought we already agreed on that.” Rein moved his palm from where it rested on Braelyn’s thigh, sliding it between her legs.
