Page 71 of Ignite the Infernos

“Our bond is open, I can feel pieces of what you’re feeling,” he reminds me.

Alarmed by that revelation, I fight the overwhelming urge to close the connection. I’m too vulnerable, too exposed. Yet, there are parts of me that crave this connection, that need it. I’m at war with myself, and it’s a very jarring and confusing reality.

“Try again,” Aeson encourages, ignoring the battle he must feel waging both for and against him.

Once again I find the gleaming thread of tinsel that is my affinity. With a deep breath, I ready myself, and then I tug on my magic, harder this time. A distinct prickling sensation passes through me, it feels odd but doesn’t hurt, and then all at once, my armor retracts.

My eyes snap open and I look down, and sure enough, I’m naked again. “I did it!” I murmur, shocked. My face flashes up to Aeson, my grin wide and beaming. “I did it,” I squeak again, like he can’t see the proof right before his eyes.

“Of course you did,” he assures me softly, and then my mind catches up with my eyes.

Aeson Noctis is butt-ass naked. Not only that, but he’s staring at me like I’m some priceless treasure, and I’ve rapidly come to the conclusion that I don’t ever want him to stop.

I step closer, my gaze surveying his face. Another half step, and my nipples bud and begin to beg for attention. His nostrils flare, and his gaze heats. His cock grows longer, thicker, and I take one more half step and trap it between us. My breasts grow heavy as they graze his chest, and he lifts a hand and brushes back the wet hair that’s blocking his view.

“So fucking beautiful,” he declares, almost pained. “Tell me you’re mine,” he commands, cupping the back of my head. “Tell me you’re done running, done hiding from me.” His other hand slides to the small of my back, and he pulls me even closer.

I press against him. Fevered skin against fevered skin as his needy gaze sucks me in until I don’t know which of us is orbiting the other. He palms my ass and then spanks it hard, and I bite back a moan.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you. Tell me,” he pleads, and there must be something about this big, tough drake begging that does it for me, because all at once I want to give him anything.

I stare up into his eyes, and then I load our bond with what I’m feeling and launch it at him.

“I can tell you, Aeson, but I think it’d be a lot more fun if I showed you instead.”

Chapter 31

Ever

I PULL AESON’S MOUTH TO mine, and the second our lips meet, I let go. I stop holding back. I kiss him with a fervor that once scared me, and he drinks it down like he’s waited his whole life for just a sip. Our lips worship while our tongues revere, and I eagerly offer my body and soul for the devouring.

His fiery, masculine scent invades my senses, and I suddenly want it stamped all over my skin and dripping between my thighs. Aeson drops his mouth to my throat and traces the lines of my dragon mark with his tongue. I tilt my head back to give him better access, and he moans his satisfaction as the hand that was gripping my ass reaches between my thighs.

Aeson quickly finds my clit and circles it slowly before moving farther back and pressing a finger inside me. I moan and grind against his hand, and he nips at my ear.

“That’s my girl,” he purrs, and then he adds another finger, pushing in even deeper. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Claws?”

“Aeson,” I mewl as he pumps in and out of me once, twice, and then a third time, but it’s too slow, too measured. “Aeson, please,” I beg, and he must like it as much as I do because he groans and I want to eat the sound with a spoon and then lick the bowl.

“That’s right, I’ve got you,” he assures me, and then he’s kissing me again. Only, this time it’s rougher and more desperate, and I swear if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to spontaneously combust.

Aeson carries me back across the room to the tall mirror and turns me to face it. He slips the fingers that were just in my pussy into his mouth and the way he savors me makes me want to lick him from head to toe.

“So fucking good,” he growls, bending me forward and pressing my hands against the surface of the mirror. “Now watch me fuck you,” he orders, his blue-eyed reflection fixed on my face as he lines his thick cock up, grabs my hips, and finally gives me what I need.

My moan is both censure and relief when he finally pushes inside of me. I watch his reflection drop his head back, exposing every black flame of his dragon mark, while a deep, satisfied groan rumbles out of him. And then a flame grows in his mouth, and I clench with anticipation.

“Are you going to burn for me, Bonded?” he asks around the fire flickering between his sinful lips.

“Always,” I pant, and then he drops his head and spits his flames down to where we’re connected and the fire begins to consume me in the best possible way.

A ring of flames circles the base of his cock and I’m instantly a hundred times more sensitive to every ridge, vein, and thrust. Then the fire splits and flames travel back to my ass, and up to my clit. I moan and press back against Aeson, fucking myself on his fire and his cock. He brings a hand to my chest and with a snap of his fingers a blaze rings my nipples while a stream of fire crawls up my chest and collars my throat. All the flames dim and brighten in time with one another, tightening and pressing against me like dozens of mouths and hands are sucking, kneading, and playing all at once.

My orgasm takes no prisoners. It hits like a burning tsunami and I’m pulled under before I even know what’s happening. I hit my peak, which is exactly when Aeson grabs my hips again and starts fucking me senseless. My breasts bounce with the delicious force of his thrusts, and I cry out when he pulses his flames faster to match his deliciously punishing pace.

“Fuck, I want to spend the rest of my days inside of you,” Aeson growls, our bodies clapping together in a rhythm that matches my gasps and draws out my moans.

“Right there,” I pant when he lifts my hips higher to get a better angle. “Yes,” I scream when he adjusts the tempo of his flickering flames again, and I’m given no choice but to detonate around him a second time.