Scorcher (6 page)
He gripped the base of his cock, stroking himself from root to tip and back again, gathering the pre-come that leaked from the head to use as lubrication. He counted on his seed still filling Phoebe, counted on being able to use some of his cum for what he had in mind.
He stroked himself again and just stared at the woman he loved. Under his gaze, she remained on all fours but turned her back to him, giving him exactly what he needed.
“Are you ready for me, Phoebe? Ready to be mine in
all
ways?”
She looked at him over her shoulder, love shining in her eyes. “Yes, Brant. In all ways and for always. Burn me.”
He couldn’t be gentle any longer. Gone was the sweet lover of times before, and in its place was a feral bird looking to claim its mate for all time. He closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, as if flying across the ground.
Brant covered her then, cock just barely venturing inside her entrance, prick head stretching her hole, sliding easily in and out of her well-lubricated heat. Already the air around them shimmered and burned, her arousal turning the surrounding grasslands to ash in the blink of an eye.
“Don’t tease,” she begged, trying to ease her hips back, trying to take him deeper.
He wouldn’t let her take control. She may have the active power, but he was the alpha in the relationship and the mating would go
his
way. Hopefully. As long as she didn’t ash him.
“Not teasing… loving, baby. Just loving.”
That seemed to settle her and he returned to his teasing, regardless of what he told her. He leaned back and gripped his dick at its base, swirled the head through her cream and his seed dripping from her pussy. Round and around he circled, gathering her moisture before pressing against her back hole.
“Yes,” she hissed and pushed back against him. She loved anal sex just as much as he did and it seemed the perfect way to join. Tomorrow would be a day of baby making, tonight was about fulfilling each other’s desires and burning the place down.
Brant pushed forward, tip of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle that formed her anus. Carefully, as if she were made of glass, he eased forward, spreading her, stretching her to accommodate him. In and out and in and out he eased, feeding inch after inch of his cock into her ass until he was fully seated, balls resting against her sweet pussy. The wet, hot velvet glove of her ass gripped and massaged him in a way her pussy never could. It milked him with her every breath.
Completely inside her, he held still for a moment, giving her the opportunity to grow accustomed to his invasion. When she wiggled her delectable heart-shaped ass against him, he knew it was time to move.
“Remember your promise.”
“I remember,” she grumbled. “Now, love me already.”
Well, at least she hadn’t demanded to be fucked. Ass play tended to make her commanding with her arousal.
Brant gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the globes of her ass, fingers resting in her hipbones. Inch by inch he eased out of her until just the tip of his cock rested inside and then he slowly thrust forward, taking care not to go too hard too soon. Again and again, he repeated the process: ease in, ease out, and ease in again. He held on to his orgasm by a thread, attending to Phoebe’s pleasure before he would take his own. A true
kinmating
would occur if the two participants didn’t come together, at the same time.
The air around them heated further, a wider circle of destruction surrounded them with her heightened arousal, with her climax coming closer.
Brant increased his tempo, speeding up in time with the rise in temperature. The hotter it became, the harder he pumped in and out of her tight, hot sheath. His cock felt as if it were on pleasurable fire, burning with ecstasy while inside her. This act eclipsed all others. He’d never felt closer to his lover, his mate.
Harder and harder he pumped, bringing them closer to the edge, easing them toward the same goal, mating.
His skin reddened under the heat, ash sticking to his sweat-soaked skin as seconds passed and the sand surrounding them melted and formed liquid glass. This would be their place from now on, the one place they could come and relive memories, and someday conceive their children. This would be the place their first clutch would come into being. He just prayed he’d live through the process and not get
ashed
by his hot-blooded lover.
Brant’s breathing was coming in harsh pants now, breath catching fire the moment it left his chest, the air so hot it destroyed all within their bubble. The blanket beneath his legs was wilting and disintegrating beneath him, and would give way to the molten glass at any moment. He was surprised that it lasted as long as it had.
And still his orgasm approached, roaring closer with each passing second like the fire surrounding them.
“Phoebe…” he warned.
Her ass milked him. Clenching and releasing in rhythm to his thrusts, pulling his orgasm inexplicably closer with every touch of their bodies.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Now,” she demanded.
He couldn’t hold it back any longer.
From toes to head and back again, his muscles bunched and tightened then released in a great rush of climax centering on his cock and balls. His seed erupted in great waves into her ass, joining them together forever. The world around him exploded, fire burning everything within a mile. Bushes, cacti—anything and everything that was not a physical being—was scorched and removed from the earth with their lovemaking. Their mating.
He jerked within her, last vestiges of his seed pouring from his body and into hers, filling those last few places, melding them as one soul forever and until the end of time. Theirs was a true
kinmating
, and it would last the perils of time without question. They would have children and raise them in the
firekin
way, treating others with respect and, hopefully, having control. Though, considering their mother, blowing up things from the get-go was a strong possibility.
“Whew.” Phoebe ease forward until his cock popped free of her ass, then she rolled to her back, the cooled glass cradling her back. “Well, that was a scorcher.”
* * * *
The
darkin
watched the unnatural mating from the ridge overlooking the Williams ranch. They hadn’t succeeded in their ploy to rid the world of the flawed
firekin
. Still she lived and now mated to another
firekin
, making her that much stronger. No, they’d failed with this one. But the next…perhaps the next would go quieter into the night.
He would keep a watch on this newly formed kin family while he moved on to the next kin to meet the
darkin’s
wrath.
With a wave of his hand, the
darkin
brought up the list of targeted, those that gave the kin a bad name with their inability to master their elements.
The
darkin
were a secret society of night worshipers whose sole purpose was to cleanse the world of these broken kin and ensure only the strongest survived. The
darkin
didn’t control just one element, but had mastered them all through the years. And now, they would ensure that others mastered at least their single gift. It was the
darkin
creed.
Master one.
Master all.
Master none.
You shall fall.
Celia would have loved to have written her own biography, but she just didn’t know what to say. In a fit of desperation, she turned to me, her most trusted confidant and friend. I realize you’re asking yourself, “Who is this?” I am
My mommy, Celia, began writing in August of 2006. I know this because it was around that time our meals started coming later and later in the day. As months passed, she spent more and more time in front of the boring screen. Though, it was fun to chase the little arrow around every once in a while. You should hear her scream! But I digress.
She’s worked hard to give readers sexy, quirky heroines they can relate to. And you better damn well appreciate it. All I got was late night feedings. And I didn’t even make it into one of her books by name! That damn kitten, Katie
O’Meghan
, did. Bitch.
Well, enjoy her writings and if you want to praise her for her work… don’t. I’d like to get fed at some point, people.
Fine. If you must contact her, her website is at
www.celiakyle.com
or you can send an email to [email protected]. But when I go hungry, I’ll blame you all!
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