Page 93 of The Demon's Fire
“Orgasm.”
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Skyler’sunblinking eyes widened. “Orgasm? What do you mean?”
“Only way. I must orgasm to kill the poison.” Kole flinched as if hit with a sharp pain.
“Is sex the answer to all demon problems?” When Kole nodded, she caught on. “Oh, you want me to help? No. Use your own hand.”
“Can’t. Orgasm was the wrong word. Give me a break. I’m hurting. I must ejaculate. My fist won’t do it. Gotta have a female. No cum. No cure, Frisca.”
Skyler wasn’t sure whether he grinned or grimaced.
“You’re kidding me.”
Kole’s coloring was off. She touched his cheek. It was hot, clammy. His lips compressed as spasms wracked his body, the usual red-gold fire gone from his eyes.
With his teeth clenched, Kole gritted out his response. “It’s your hand, your mouth, or, crudely put, your cunt. Your choice, Frisca. Now would be better than later, though. This shit’s killing me.”
I won’t let him die.
The thought left a pit in her stomach. Skyler drew a deep breath, scrunched her brows, and leaned over him, her trembling hands unfastening his pants. While she tugged on his zipper, he lifted his hips to help her slide them to his knees.
The Firebrand, the male she once considered a barbarian, was a buffet. Even though he was injured and bloody. The hard planes of his chest, his tight … what would Anna call it? … six-pack, his formidable size. Despite the pain he must have been feeling, he was erect, ready, proud.
Skyler clutched the base of his long, thick shaft, her hand unable to circle its solid width. She began with tentative strokes. Up. Down. He was magnificent. Steel coated in velvet. A warm tingle rushed from her fingers to her womb.
She shouldn’t be reacting to the demon this way. What she was doing was for a medical purpose.
Kole moaned, shifting. When Skyler glanced at him, his eyes were closed, his lips parted, his chest expanding with each breath. She threw a leg over his thighs to straddle him, getting a better angle though she was cautious to avoid his wounds. His lids popped open, sparks flickering from his pupils.
“Tighter, Frisca. Rough. Take off your shirt and bra. The view will help me.”
She did as he asked. After all, anything to make him come faster. Her goal was worthy. It was to save his life.
With her breasts exposed to Kole’s heated stare, Skyler resumed fisting his length. He throbbed against her palm as she stroked him crown to hilt, growing impossibly bigger, harder.
She tightened her grip. Kole’s gaze fixed on her hand, watching her manipulate him. His desire slammed through the cave like waves pounding against a shore in a storm. When his emotion swept over Skyler, she attempted to control her breathing. No luck. It was shallow, rapid, excited.
Kole reached forward, his hands molding to her heavy breasts, squeezing, kneading them. He pinched her nipples until the delightful pain sent a jolt of fire to her sex. She wiggled her bottom against his thighs, trying to lessen the heat flowing between her legs.
Skyler bent her head, pausing for only a moment before she touched her mouth to the tip of his shaft. When she rolled her tongue around the crown, her heart pounded against her ribs. He was delicious. She licked him from top to bottom. Her lips parted to suck on him.
Stopping to fix on Kole’s eyes, she asked, “Is this good?”
“Bloody Coven, Frisca. Yes. Take me deeper. Get serious. Stop playing.”
Playing? She was about to give Kole the best blow job of his life because … she had to. If she didn’t, he would die. This was not a lie. It wasn’t the truth either. She wanted to taste him, to pleasure him until he came. But he seemed immune to her. She had offered herself on a platter. Naked. At the Healing Pond. Kole had done no more than relieve her need.
Skyler stopped her teasing licks, opening wider to swallow what she could. He was huge. With a firm grip around his base, she slid up and down his thickness, her mouth working him.
He arched his hips off the ground, thrusting in time with her rhythm, driving himself to the back of her throat.
She moaned. He tasted so good, the knowledge he was at her mercy carnal, powerful.
With her lips wrapped around Kole, she used her tongue to flick along the underside of his cock as he rocked into her. In. Out. His hips pumped upward, pushing him deeper.
“Damn, Frisca.”
