Page 72 of Ignite the Infernos

“Light up for me Bonded, just like that,” he grunts.

My orgasm chokes his cock, and pleasure ripples through me as he continues to wring out every last drop of ecstasy. The sound of skin against skin, the grunts, the moans, the gasps, and the cries are a soundtrack I want to play on repeat all day, every day. The bond sings in my chest as Aeson thrusts deeper and deeper, and I simultaneously never want it to end and question how much more I can take. Another orgasm claims me, and I’m lost to the stars and sparks that fire through my synapses as pleasure becomes the only language I know and Aeson the only other soul to speak it.

I flop forward, unable to support my weight against the mirror after four soul-shattering orgasms, and Aeson pulls my back against his chest and demands even more. Our lips crash together in a feral frenzy, and his large hands knead my breasts and play with my clit while my need drips out of me with every perfect piston of his hips.

“One more, My Soul, then I’ll lick you clean and fuck four more out of you,” he purrs in my ear.

“I can’t,” I whimper as his flames grow hotter and start pulsing a new rhythm. The sensation is all at once overwhelming, and without thinking, I seize the flames off my body and blow them out.

Aeson freezes behind me, his cock pressed as deep as it can go. “What did you just do?” he asks quietly—eerily so.

“It was too much. I need to rehydrate, maybe do some stretches if we’re going to keep going like that,” I plead.

“No, Ever, that’s not what I mean. You just siphoned my fire,” he tells me, shocked. “You took it and doused it—something you shouldn’t be able to do unless you’re a Burner or your affinity is manifesting.”

Awestricken, I look down at my hands and then up at him. “Do it again,” I encourage, afraid to believe.

Aeson conjures a flickering flame on the tip of his finger and then presses it against my clit, circling slowly. I moan as the flame once again starts to stimulate me, and then I focus on making it stop. Just like that, the fire blinks out and I gasp.

“No fucking way, I really did syphon them,” I whisper, my wide eyes finding Aeson’s. “It was like blowing out a candle.”

Aeson pulls out of me and spins me to face him. I don’t know what to think. Is he mad, worried, going to make me promise not to do it again? My kind was persecuted for this, and here I’m using it for orgasm control.

Suddenly I’m lifted off my feet and Aeson is spinning me in his arms while he shouts excitedly.

“First your scale armor and now your affinity!” he exclaims, kissing me soundly and then peppering them all over my face and neck until I’m squirming and begging him to stop between my peals of laughter.

He plops us down into a chair and runs his fingers through my hair while my mind spins. “I’m going to reveal,” I murmur, like I’m afraid to say it too loudly. “I’m really going to find my dragon.”

“You are a dragon, and yes, you are going to reveal,” Aeson repeats matter-of-factly, his warm gaze raking over me, not a glimmer of doubt anywhere to be seen.

A tear slips down my cheek, followed by another, and another. Gently, Aeson wipes them away, his hands ready to catch as many as I need him to. I rest my forehead against his and let myself feel the magnitude of everything that’s happened today. Aeson clears my cheeks and massages my neck and shoulders as I process the impossible.

I lean back and stare at the male I’m straddling, bewildered as to how we got here, and yet so grateful that somehow we did.

“What would happen if you disobeyed an order?” I ask quietly, studying his face.

“It depends on who gave the order,” he answers, just as quietly.

I kiss him gently and then pull back, searching his eyes. “Who ordered you not to complete the bond?”

His gaze flicks back and forth between my eyes and then he blows out a deep breath. “My father.”

My heart sinks, but I hurry to catch it. “What happens if you disobey your father?”

Aeson pulls me to him and kisses me slowly, his soft lips and skilled tongue consume me like we have all the time in the world, but when he pulls back, his looks crestfallen.

“On a personal level, my father would be happy for me . . . for us,” he answers. “But it could start a civil war between my kindred and the nobles that question the validity of our connection.”

I sigh and shake my head, frustrated. “Fine. We’ll wait.”

Aeson watches me for a moment, and I can tell he’s debating something. “On your Naming Day, after our dance, why did you . . . Why were we together?” he asks.

“What do you mean?” I ask, bewildered.

“Why did we fuck?” he clarifies, his bearing suddenly resolute.

“Because I wanted to,” I hedge, unsure where he’s going with this.