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As the tremors wracked my frame, I clung to Niko. His sounds mingled with mine, a symphony of the primal and the profound. The wildfire of my climax ignited Niko’s. With a growl that vibrated through his chest and into my very bones, he shuddered, his body tensing like a bowstring pulled taut. The hot rush of him inside me was a brand, marking me in the most primal of ways.
Breathless, I hung suspended in the aftermath, the heat of our passion lingering like embers in a dying fire. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, my fingers tracing the sinewy lines of muscle on his back. His heart thundered against mine.
“God,” I panted, the words barely a whisper as I sought to catch my breath. The office seemed to sway around us, or maybe it was just my head, light as it was with the euphoria of release.
As the haze of pleasure began to clear, a different scent pricked at my senses. Smoke. I stilled, the sharp tang cutting through the musk of sweat and sex. My eyes snapped open, alert despite the languor that clung to my limbs.
“Smoke?” I murmured, a frown creasing my brow as I tried to place the incongruous smell. It wasn’t the smolder of incense or the fragrant aroma of a wood fire. This was the acrid scent of something unintended, a warning carried on the air that had nothing to do with the magic we’d just made.
Fuck. Something like I’d smelled when I’d been with Riker.
“Smoke?” I repeated, urgency seeping into my voice as reality intruded upon our cocoon of bliss.
With a wolfish grin, Niko nuzzled his nose against my neck, inhaling deeply. “I caught the scent earlier,” he confessed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “But I wasn’t about to stop.”
I arched an eyebrow, torn between irritation and amusement. Only this man, this infuriatingly sexy werewolf, would prioritize passion over precaution. And only I, it seemed, could not resist being swept up in his wildfire.
As we untangled ourselves, the magic of the moment lingered, like the afterglow of a spell well cast.
“Typical alpha move,” I teased, though the alarm hadn’t completely left my system. “Come on,” I said, loosening my legs from around his waist and sliding down the length of him, feeling a different kind of friction now. “Let’s find out if we’re dealing with a literal dumpster fire or something more... supernatural.”
CHAPTER 17
Staring at the smoldering ruins of what used to be a swanky office, I felt a touch responsible.
Okay, maybe more than a touch.
I’d finally acknowledged the one constant in these fires.
Me.
Well, me and sex.
It was a good thing Niko’d had a new suit in another room. Otherwise, I might not have been able to control myself. Or the heat within.
And apparently, the heat undulating off me could fry an egg—or torch a room full of expensive leather furniture.
And also? That internal heat seemed to make me unable to resist either of the two men in my life.
I am in so much trouble.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself quite the fiery talent,” Niko said, eyeing the charred remains with what looked like awe. His blue gaze flicked my way, assessing. “You might be able to turn that heat on Zayne.”
“Great,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “Let’s just hope he’s not fireproof, considering he’s probably the one who gifted me this human blowtorch feature.”
Niko crossed his arms, the muscles in his forearms flexing beneath his rolled-up sleeves. “Fire djinni are born from flame, but it doesn’t necessarily mean they can’t get burned. Especially if it’s magic fire.”
“Magic fire.” I snorted. “Sounds like we’re discussing a bad fantasy novel.” I paused, mulling over his words. “But you think my personal inferno could actually singe his supernatural hide?”
“Potentially,” he replied, serious despite the ludicrousness of our conversation. “If your power is coming from him, there’s a chance it could backfire on him. Literally.”
“Backfire.” I chuckled, but the laugh was hollow, brittle as the charred remnants of Niko’s paperwork floating through the air. “I’d like to see that. Zayne, engulfed in my accidental pyrotechnics show.”
“Let’s just hope your aim improves by then,” Niko said, although his gaze never wavered from mine, steady and sure.
“Hey, I’ll have you know I’m an excellent shot,” I said. My lips twisted. “When I’m not spontaneously combusting.”
“Of course,” he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “How could I forget?”
