The angle he has me at sets off electric sparks in all kinds of different nerve endings. I have no time to be annoyed at him for stealing the reins, because I’m too busy moaning out and shouting for him to go harder and faster.
He holds my waist, his large hands almost encasing it entirely, and then waves of heat start licking over my body, almost as if his tongue is suddenly tasting me all over. I watch, mesmerized, as his flames move over my skin, heating me up and leaving me flushed. He’s enveloping me in his heat, consuming me, combusting us, just like he promised.
He thrusts so deeply inside of me, and the kisses of his flame as they dance around my naked skin take everything to an intense, overwhelming level. Before I can even observe it building, an orgasm blasts right through me, and I feel it go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July throughout my body.
“Jerif!” I shout out, and then I hold onto him for the ride as he slams into me repeatedly, triggering more exploding pleasure all through me as my pussy goes vise-like around his cock.
“That’s right, Delta,” he rasps, his teeth gritted above me as he slams into me again and again. “Squeeze down on me. Wring me out until I’m empty. You gotta work for it, you hear me? Let your pussy show me how hard you want it.”
Like his demanding words pressed some internal button inside me, my pussy responds. I don’t get to come down from one high before another orgasm is taking its place, and this time, I tense up so much that my back arches up off the floor. “That’s it. Fuuuck, that’s it, Princess,” he moans.
I groan loudly, and the peak of it all comes slamming into me like a fast moving brush fire. Jerif moves his teasing flames, concentrating all of them on the apex of my thighs. Hot suction cup magic fits right over my clit, and I swear I see fucking stars.
Universes collide, collapse, coalesce, and rebuild in the span of seconds it takes me to scream through the gripping, suffocating orgasm. It consumes me, and I know it consumes him too, because his movements become jerky and rushed, and I feel my pussy pulsating around him, strangling his cock, just like he wanted.
“Fuck yes.” Jerif shoves up inside of me deeply one last time and growls out his release in an aggressively angry, Jerif-like fashion before collapsing on top of me, his flames going out with his harried breaths.
I’m a panting, mewling, begging mess below him, so fucking out of it with blissed-out pleasure that I can’t hold still. I keep stroking his naked skin, moving my hips, and even start mumbling incoherent things about Smokey the Bear and his fire-hating stupid ass. Clearly, that bear did not play with flames and fire in the right ways.
With a rare chuckle, Jerif places a pleased, possessive kiss onto my lips before scooping me up and carrying me into the bathroom, even managing to do it without crushing my wings too much. I’m relishing this surprisingly sweet moment, melting against his chest as I hear him turn on the shower.
I’ve done it—I’ve battled the beast. Just one sex sesh with me, and this wild wolf feels more like a cuddly Husky. I’m smug about that for about two point five seconds...until he puts me down and pushes me back into ice-cold fucking water.
17
“AHH!”
My post-coital bliss feels like it just got bitch-slapped by the ice queen. I was all warm and cozy and flushed, feeling as relaxed as a cat. But now, freezing cold water is pelting down on me, and all of the delicious heat Jerif gave me is completely gone.
I try to leap out of the shower, but Jerif holds me back with a hand to my chest, not letting me move an inch. “Stay.”
“It’s freezing!” I yell back, spitting water out of my mouth as the spray assaults me.
“Yep,” he says, like the arrogant ass he is. “You were about ten seconds away from curling up in a ball and falling asleep.”
“So?” I demand, shivering. I try to get away from the spray or reach for the shower valves to make the water warmer, but he doesn’t let me budge.
“So Tazreel is waiting. Your obstinate ass got drunk at lunch before you could hear what he has to tell you. I fucked the sober right into you, but this shower is doing the rest. We need to get back out there. I want to make sure you’re alert for what’s to come.”
“I’m alert!” I snap, my harsh tone amplified by my chattering teeth.
I glare daggers at him, my entire body covered in goosebumps, my arms crossed around me like I’m trying to become my own blanket.
“Good,” he says with an arrogant smirk before motioning to the soap in the corner. “Wash up. I want to make sure you’re taking care of my pussy.”
“This is not your pussy,” I say, snatching the bar of soap as I begin the world’s quickest clean-up. “In fact, I’m never giving it to you again because you are a rude motherfucker!” I shout, washing between my legs and then rinsing quickly. “There, happy?” I wouldn’t be surprised if my lips were blue.
“Yep.”
He reaches inside and turns off the shower and then helps me step out. I’m even fucking colder now. “Can I have a damn towel?” I ask, trying really hard not to look at his dick hanging between his legs. Don’t look at it, Delta. He’s in trouble. Be strong!
“You don’t need a towel,” he says, and I swear to fucking hell, my hand is just itching for my scythe.
“I’m awake and alert! Totally sober. And totally regretting riding your dick right about now,” I lie, putting my hands on my hips. I’m freezing and my wings are soaking wet, right along with the
