Jerif just stands there, taking in my anger like he gets off on my fiery words. But he must have some sense of self-preservation, because in the next blink, fire erupts all over my body.
I yelp and jump about two feet in the air, but then I realize that his licking flames are drying and warming me.
I tip my head back on a moan as the frigid chill is instantly devoured. His fire travels everywhere, moving over my pebbled skin to comfort every shivering and tense part of me. His flames even dry my wings and hair, and the sight looks fucking weird and yet fascinating in the mirror. I look like some she-demon fire princess with my wings and body all engulfed in flames like this.
Once I’m dry, his flames die down a bit, but Jerif uses one strip of fire to continue to tease over my body. It leaves a pink blush in its wake everywhere it goes, travelling down the edge of my neck, between my breasts, and around my nipples. I bite my lip, mostly because I need to in order to hold back a moan.
“Say you forgive me.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “No, absolutely not. That was a dick move.”
He looks pleased.
His fire moves downward and then curves around my waist before slipping between the cheeks of my ass. I hold perfectly still, though it’s getting harder and harder to do because my legs are a little bit like jelly right about now. Heat presses against that wicked hole, making me bite down so hard that blood beads against my lip.
“Say it, Warrior Princess.”
I shake my head, loving this push and pull of ours. Maybe it’s wrong, but I love our fight. I love him pissing me off and me pissing him off and then colliding. I think I’m going to quickly become addicted to it.
Heat spreads down from my ass, curving up to my pussy. I’m already throbbing and wet, and the moisture has nothing to do with the shower.
Jerif steps closer to me but doesn’t touch me, and we both look down to see the small flame come up further and heat the surface of my clit.
“Fuck…” I fall back against the wall behind me, and my eyes flutter closed as Jerif plays with me. My orgasm comes slowly, warmly, like burning coals that pulsate with heat.
When I open my pleasure-filled eyes again, I’m still slumped against the wall, and Jerif is still standing in front of me, watching. His fire goes out in a wisp of smoke, and a pleased smile curves my mouth. “I forgive you,” I say in a husky voice.
“I know.”
He’s half hard again, but before I can reach out and touch him, he backs away. He quickly washes himself in the sink, and then grabs a hand towel beside him and gets it wet. Instead of handing it to me, he presses the wet washcloth against my pussy, making me jolt a little since I’m so sensitive and also because it’s ice-fucking-cold water again.
“Really?” I say dryly, arching a brow.
He just nips at my neck, swiping me one last time before turning and tossing the towel in the sink and walking out.
“Wait,” I say, forcing my legs to work again as I follow him into the bedroom. “You burned my shirt,” I remind him before picking up my pants and pulling them on.
“You can wear one of mine,” he says as he heads into a closet.
By the time my pants are on and my boots are laced, Jerif comes out fully dressed in black cargo pants and a gray T-shirt that pulls at his muscles. He hands over a black shirt that smells like him. “Wings, remember?” I tell him.
“I burned holes in the back for them already.”
I turn the shirt around and notice that he did, in fact, burn me some holes. “Such a gentleman,” I snicker before turning around and giving him my back.
I pull the shirt on over my head, and Jerif automatically takes the fabric and feeds my wings through the holes. It’s much easier to do with a looser shirt—and with someone else to help. Still, I’m committed to the strapless top thing. I really need to order some easy for wings shirts to make my life easier. I wonder if Hell has Amazon Prime? Or Maybe Tazreel will give me Lousen the dress designer’s number. I bet she knows how to fashion shirts that work with bird parts.
Turning around, I loosely tuck some of Jerif’s shirt into my pants to help tighten the chest area around my boobs. “Okay,” I say, nodding to myself that this is good enough. “I’m ready to deal with Pride.”
Jerif snorts before taking my hand and tugging me out of the room. I look back longingly at our little spot on the floor, already missing sitting next to the fire and fucking on the feather down blanket.
“Soon,” Jerif promises me, as if he can read my mind, as he pulls me into the hallway.
“I’m going to take you up on that,” I tell him.
“I’m going to take you up against a lot of things,” he counters.
My pussy flutters at the delicious promise. I’m so game for that.
“Do you know where they are?” I ask as Jerif leads me down a bunch of unfamiliar hallways. “Also what’s a girl gotta do to get a tour around here?”
Jerif snorts. “I’ll give you a tour, Princess, I just need enough time to do it so I can fuck you in every room as we go.”
My vagina clenches greedily, and my ass holds up a sign that says put me in, Coach.
“Nothing says home sweet home like I came all over that,” I agree evenly, completely on board with that plan.
I immediately start thinking of ways to get rid of Tazreel so we can implement the Tour de Sex. I don’t even know if I want to meet my biological mother. How am I supposed to feel about
