Page 94 of The Demon's Fire
Skyler’s nipples hardened to the point of pain, pressed against his thighs. Her free hand stroked his balls as she sucked harder, increasing the pace until he was frantic. He tangled his fingers in her hair, sliding himself deeper into her throat.
Suddenly, Kole yanked Skyler off him. “Stop. I’m coming.”
Growling, he seized her shoulders, pushing her down until his hard length was between her breasts. Rotating his hips against her, he exploded. Then his body went rigid while his hot, thick semen burst forth in what seemed an endless stream.
After a while, he tucked Skyler against his chest, an arm wrapped around her, his palm molded to a breast. “Frisca,” he whispered before he fell asleep, his full lips parted, peaceful.
When she was certain he was out, she pressed a finger to his pulse. It was steady. His skin was cool. Breaking from his clutches, she sat up, fighting to control her own arousal, her chest hammering. She pushed to her hands and knees, rising, deciding a distraction would be good. It was time to go through the supplies.
Though she checked on Kole at regular intervals, Skyler opened boxes, searching for something to wash with.
Found it.
Pouring water onto a towel, she cleaned herself first. Slipping back into her bra and shirt, she kneeled beside Kole. With another cloth, she wiped away blood, dirt, and gooey black residue from his wounds.
Her hand paused on his chest. Nothing about this man was soft. His features were rugged but extraordinarily handsome. His cheek bones were sharp, angular blades. His nose was wide, bent, probably from too many fights. She swiped across his unshaved, hard jaw, his prominent chin, moving down to caress his massive shoulders and smooth pecs with their lineage runes. Her fingers glided across his tight abs and along a thigh as she enjoyed the feel of Kole, his taste lingering in her mouth.
Focus.
They could never be together. They were fire and ice. Oil and water. Apple and Microsoft. Bathtubs and toasters.
Get your head straight. Still…
She studied his injuries.Good. They were healing. Rising, she returned to the boxes where she found fresh pants along with a T-shirt for Kole. Skyler placed them beside him on the cave floor and covered him with a blanket.
She pulled out sheets, food, drinks. Making the bed, she thought about lifting Kole into it.No. He was too heavy. Besides, she feared opening wounds. Not wanting to wake him, she would wait until morning and hope he was healed enough to crawl into it on his own.
Certain he was comfortable, she grabbed a bottle of water, snatched up a package of chips, and opened a can of tuna from the supplies. She placed them on the bed in front of her. While she ate, she puzzled over her strong attraction to the warrior on the ground.
Winston is educated, professional, someone she could proudly introduce to family and friends. What family and friends? He is the man my father picked for me. Of course, dear ol’ Dad would never have approved of Kole.
Skyler glanced at the demon, his chest rising and falling, unlabored.
But Winston never inspired passion. I’ve never wanted my mouth on his cock but, then again, he doesn’t have one that takes my breath away.
Cutting short her thoughts and having satisfied her hunger, Skyler removed her boots, socks, and pants before she slipped under the covers. Sleep came quickly.
****
Chayhad arranged for Margo’s furnishings along with her studio to be packed up and moved lock, stock, and barrel of monkeys into the stronghold apartment they had chosen. He helped her set up the stuff in record time. The first night in the new place, he had Firebrand duty. Tonight, he had to bug out on her again. He felt bad about it, but he had some required tasks to do if he wanted a clear conscience.
Margo wasn’t upset, saying she’d enjoy being alone with her things for a bit. Chay, still feeling guilty, okayed it with her for Galena to stay while he was gone.
When he called, the Amazon said, “Great. A pajama party. I’ll bring the booze.”
Chay spent the night with his parents. While there, he told them about Margo. His parental units, as expected, didn’t take the news well. Afterward, he phoned Anjeli to clean the slate. His ylve-almost-mate was smooth about the whole break-up thing.
He returned to the stronghold in the morning. Now, he was sitting on a tall stool, buck-naked, his black, straight hair draping down his chest while he sported the hard-on from hell. He rested an elbow on his knee, chin in palm.
Margo giggled, swiping at the clay on her face but only making the damage worse. “I’ve never had a model whose penis was so big. And so stiff.”
“Any male near you would sprout a woody.”
“Not true. Just you, baby. Finish your story. You were telling me how ylves feed. Fairly sure I need to know this.”
Chay shifted, not knowing how Margo would take the info. “Ylve’s snack on soul. But don’t worry, I can get my nourishment elsewhere.”
“Hey. Stay still.” She frowned. “You’ll be getting everything you need from me. Try to dine on some little hot number, and I’ll stab you with this.” She picked up a carving tool, waving it at him.
