Wicked Waves: Solsti Prophecy #2 (41 page)

He dipped his fingers again, brought them back to caress the undersides of her swollen breasts.
Do you?
 
His wicked tongue lashed her, devouring every sugary trail, drawing so close to where she needed him.

“Please, Kai,” she whispered.

He scooped more icing from the bowl and dragged two fingers slowly across one nipple.
 
“Like this?”

She cried out and arched off the bed. “Yes.”
 
She propped up her elbows, pushing her body toward him. “More.”

He dripped a gooey line across the tops of her breasts to her neglected nipple. Light as a summer breeze, his fingers danced across the sensitive tip, then pulled away. “Looks like maybe I ran out.”

A feminine sound burned past her lips. Her nipples were so hard they hurt.

He gave her his most roguish smile and went back for more, coating her breasts. The tactile assault of his fingers and the smooth wet icing made her crazy.

“You look even sexier now. Icing suits you.”
 
He inhaled and blew a warm rush of air across her chest.

Kai, stop teasing me
. She squirmed. The icing wasn’t wet anymore.

He focused on her left breast. “Didn’t you say this stuff gets hard?”

“Yeah.”

“Good thing you like my teeth.”
 
He dipped his head and closed his teeth gently on her nipple, breaking off a bit of stiff sugar. “Mmm.”
 
He went back for more, nibbling another tiny piece and flicking it into his mouth.

Oh God
. The light scrape of teeth and brush of his lips sent sharp spikes of desire straight to her core. With every nuzzle of his mouth her need grew, until she writhed under him. Thorough and deliberate, he shot hungry, seductive glances at her each time he captured another flake of icing. A rush of liquid heat pooled between her thighs. He licked at the tiny pieces until he worked all the icing off her skin.

She collapsed on the bed, unable to support her weight. “Kai, please.”

“Not yet, Sprite. You’re still sticky.”
 
His mouth found her other side and began the sweet torture anew.

She couldn’t stand it. She wasn’t going to last. She tried to convey her desperate need as she spoke in his mind.
Take my panties off.

He looked up from the sugary meal he’d made of her right breast.
Yeah?

Kai!

He grinned and moved down her body, yanking her panties off. He dipped his fingers in the icing and held them above her mound, stroking her skin with the thumb of his other hand.
Have I told you how hot this is?
 
Your smooth, bare skin?
 
You’re so sexy, Brooke.

One drop of icing fell at the top of her slit.

He dipped his head and licked.

“Kai!” Her head and shoulders came up off the bed. A tremor shook her body, but it wasn’t enough. It was like a mini-orgasm, and she needed more.

Hell, Sprite
. His sticky fingers stroked her slickness, offering relief as she rocked against him.

She didn’t care where all that icing ended up. She just needed her demon, right this second.
 

He slid two fingers deep inside her body, and at the same time leaned down to lick more of the sweetness from her right breast. When he got to her nipple, he didn’t tease. He sucked firmly, drawing her into his hot mouth, and she shattered.

Her body bucked against his and she screamed his name. Every nerve ending fired to life, every cell reveling in her release. White hot shards exploded in her belly as she rode out the waves.

She lay on the bed, her body trembling with aftershocks as she worked to regulate her breathing. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers one last time, and he withdrew them with a smug grin.

“We should have breakfast together more often, baby.”
 
He licked his fingers and gave her a wink. “Icing is sweet, but you made it delicious.”

“I still haven’t tasted it.”
 
She sat up and pushed at his shoulders. He fell back on the bed, flashing that heart-melting smile. She popped the button on his jeans and tugged the zipper down. “I need you naked.”

“You’re not naked.”

She unhooked her sticky blue bra and tossed it on the floor. “Yes, I am.”

He raised his hips and she yanked off the jeans.

“My turn.” She grabbed the bowl, surprised to see he’d used almost all of it on her. Most of the icing on the sides had already hardened. There was just enough in the bottom for her to play.

She took the bowl with her as she straddled him. His cock stood up thick and proud between them, and it twitched when the first thin drizzle of icing swirled onto the plump head.

“Damn, baby.”

Tilting the bowl, she gave it a tap to allow the last strand of sugary goodness to slide down his length. She placed the bowl back on the table and crouched between his thighs. “I’m dying to taste my handiwork.” Her tongue flicked out to catch the drip that oozed toward his balls.

“Tease,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You think I’m a tease?”
 
She touched the head of his cock, dipping her pinky into the icing. The muscles in his neck corded and strained. Licking her lips, her finger moved in a languid circle before she brought it to her mouth and took a long, deliberate stroke.

“Brooke,” he growled, eyes flashing dark amber.

Sharp needles of lust burned in her belly, and she recognized
his
need. As urgent as hers.
I won’t tease you as bad as you teased me
, she told him.
But I am going to eat you up
.

Starting at the base of his cock, she moved slowly. She lashed him with her tongue, lapping every sweet drop along his engorged shaft. His length throbbed under her sensual assault. The ache in her body intensified, letting her know just how close to the edge she pushed him.

She lost herself in the leather and musk smell that was Kai, and the taste of the icing on his skin pushing her into a sensual overload.
Mmm, I love this
.

If you love this much longer, you’re gonna kill me
. His hands threaded into her hair.
Take me deep, baby
.

With her teasing licks, she reached the tip of his cock and looked up to meet his eyes. Their whiskey hue flared with heat, possession, love. And raw need. She didn’t hesitate, and drew him deeply into her mouth.

His groan echoed in her ears and her heart. She devoured him, sucking hard. A drop of his fluid flowed onto her tongue, adding his salty, earthy taste to the sweetness in her mouth. She eased back to tickle the sensitive underside with her tongue.

In a swirling storm of movement, he pulled her off his shaft and flipped her to her back, pinning her hands above her head. Pressing her down with his body, he nudged her legs apart. The tip of his cock brushed along her folds, making her cry out. She rocked toward him.

“I love your mouth.” He met her lips for a swift kiss. “But right now, I need to be inside your sweet body.”
 
Reaching down with his free hand, he positioned himself at her entrance and plunged inside.

God, you feel so good!
 
His voice echoed in her mind as her body arched, tissues stretching to accommodate him.

He released her wrists and her hands flew to his shoulders, tracing the carved sinew of his muscles. Pulling him close to her, she caressed his upper back, finding the scar on his shoulder blade. A jagged symbol of the events that forged him. Her warrior hadn’t given up. He’d taken the darkness of his life and used it to become a better man. Her man.

I love you
. She locked her ankles behind his back.

And I love you
. He thrust deep, pushing her body to his rhythm.

His lust burned in her core, sparking her desire again. And with it, his adoration poured through their bond. Tender and sweet, it mixed with the rough edginess that made him who he was.

His hips slammed into hers as she surrendered to him. Sensation and emotion overwhelmed her, their physical desire and the tenderness as his hard body claimed her.
I belong with him
.

At his relentless pace, her body drowned in an abyss of pleasure. He followed her, thrusting so hard they scooted up the bed and bumped the headboard. Resting his weight on her, he hooked both arms under her shoulders and held her tight. He pulsed inside her as her heart rate came back down.

Hot tears pricked her eyes at the rightness of it. This man who she never expected to care about had become her world. She would’ve thrown her arms around him, but they’d turned to jelly under the force of Kai’s passion. One salty drop trailed down her cheek.

He pushed up on one arm, confusion dancing in his sex-sated gaze.

She smiled. “You make me so happy.”

“Then what’s this?”
 
His finger traced the tear as another chased after it.

“Tears of joy,” she sniffed.

His dazzling smile melted her heart. “I feel your joy, Brooke. Don’t cry.”

She pushed her hair away from her face and went to wipe the new tears away. He caught her hand.

“Give them to me.”

“Hmm?” She looked at him, uncomprehending.

“I’ll always want to take away your sadness, your pain, your tears. Even if they’re happy ones. Give them to me. Every drop.”

God, she loved this man. Her heart brimmed as emotion crashed over her in a storm surge. Channeling her power, she lifted the teardrops from her face and held them, suspended and swirling, in the space between their bodies.

He traced her collarbone with his finger. “I want all of you, baby. Happy or sad. Baking in the kitchen or kicking ass, Solsti-style.”

“I’m so glad you don’t want to hold me back.”

“Never, Brooke. I couldn’t if I tried. Hell, no one could. You’re like a walking hurricane.”
 
His finger wandered lower, drawing patterns across the tops of her breasts. “Hurricane Brooke. Wanna walk around in your stiletto boots for me later?”
Just the boots.
His last words were a wicked whisper in her mind.

She giggled and cupped the back of his neck, eyes returning to her floating tears. “Ready?”

He nodded and opened his mouth, and she pushed the shimmering droplets to his waiting lips. “I’ll never get enough of you,” she whispered.

He licked his lips and grinned. “Right back at you, baby.”

“Mmm,” was all she could manage. Sweet darkness enveloped her. The heat of Kai’s body, the softness of his bed, the oaky, leathery smell of his skin. Sensations wove around her in a cozy, blissful cocoon.

Without warning her body shook, yanked into a swirling evil. Chills wracked her and shrieks filled her ears. She slammed her hands over them to block out the baleful screeching. Black and white images flickered and shifted around her.

Her ass landed hard on a wooden floor. The room was small and dirty, and an eerie blue light ringed the perimeter.
Freezing cold
. Voices screamed. She couldn’t see anything, but she sensed dozens of creatures around her.

Two small red orbs glowed. Drifted toward her across the room. A figure took shape…the blond vampire.
No!
 
The creature neared, lifting one arm. Something glinted in the flickering light. A needle. Liquid dripped down, hissing when it hit the floor.
 
It was going to stick her—

Brooke screamed again, and an answering roar reverberated through her mind. Her eyes flew open. Kai.
Safe
.

“Brooke.”
 
He squeezed her close, his voice hoarse. “I
felt
your terror. And that you were cold. Fuck, baby. That was so real…what was happening?”

“You…you didn’t see it?”
 
One last shiver raced across her skin. His strength poured through their connection, pulling her back from the darkness. She snuggled farther into his powerful arms.

“No, but I could feel your emotion, just like I can now.”

Brooke took slow, deep breaths. Letting Kai’s nearness calm her, she told him about her dream.

“We have to find that bitch,” Kai growled.

His conviction warmed her heart. His determination to hunt whatever caused her the slightest hurt or fear chased away the last vestiges of dread. And she knew beyond a doubt that they would track it down. Kai’s will was steel, his resolve absolute.

“I know we will.”
 
With Kai at her side, she could endure anything. And with her sisters…hell, she looked forward to whatever was lurking in her future.
That thing doesn’t scare me.

Kai grinned at her, reading her thoughts.
Tenacious.

Brooke smirked. Gin was about to lose her spot as the most stubborn sister. Avoidance was no longer an option. Brooke’s skin prickled at the potential hidden within her younger sister’s fire power. She’d drag Gin here kicking and screaming.

“Gin doesn’t stand a chance.”
 
Kai nuzzled her ear. “Can’t fight a hurricane.”

“Have I told you I love you?” she murmured, tracing a pattern on his bicep.

“Nope. Better tell me again.”
 
He met her lips for a scorching kiss.

She smiled against his mouth. “I love you, Kai. Forever.”

A
BOUT
S
HARON
K
AY

Sharon Kay was bitten early by the writing bug.
 
At age twelve she wrote a short story, about a magic ring,that won a statewide Young Authors contest.
 
With her nose always in a book, she read the most novels for her age group in her local library’s summer reading program.

In her teens, writing took a back seat to fashion, as she was determined to find clothes different from what everyone else bought at the mall.
 
And what she couldn’t find, she created.
 
She learned to sew, worked in a fabric store after school, and spent her spare time with a needle in hand.
 
Her black and orange prom dress is still one of her favorite creations.

Sharon lives in the Chicago area with her husband and son, and didn’t expect to write again.
 
But Wicked Wind and the Solsti series formed in her head one weekend and refused to stay quiet until she put pen to paper.
 
Her characters tend to keep her up at night, as they banter, fall in love, and slay endless varieties of power-hungry demons.