Chapter 29 Wildfire Between Us
Zane
Koa’s scent still clung to her when I dragged her over him and my tongue up the slope of her shoulder. Like a second heartbeat, my dick throbbed against her upper thigh, both still tacky with my own semen.
Fuck me sideways, watching our girl take Koa’s thick cock had been hotter than hell’s front porch.
When her breathing steadied and she stopped shaking and crying, I figured I’d been patient long enough.
“My turn, princess. Spread those legs nice and wide.”
“Zane!” She turned scarlet from collarbones to the roots of her golden curls, making me grin in delight.
“Subtlety’s never been his strong suit, beloved,” Cas sighed.
“I have many others, though.”
My fingers found a ticklish spot beneath her ribs. Her squeals dissolved into breathless giggles, legs kicking until the sheet tangled around her ankles. The sound did things to me that should be illegal.
“Tomorrow, Z,” Ko snapped.
The hell with that! I hooked an arm around her knees before the big bastard could cage her in.
“Hear that, little wife? Your mountain of muscle thinks you’ll break.” Seri squeaked as I hauled her with me to the edge of the mattress, curls tumbling over my forearm like spilled honey. “But I know what you really want.”
Her blush burned hotter than forge coals.
“Just say ‘Zane, wreck me.’ Three little words. Well, four if you count the accompanying moan.”
A choked sound escaped Cas. “Night save us from your seduction techniques.”
“Jealousy’s an ugly color on you, brother.” I flipped him off without looking, my other hand skating up Seri’s thigh. “Come on, baby. Tell me how badly you need—”
The blood stopped me cold.
A red Rorschach blot on the sheet where Koa had been holding her, and suddenly all I could smell was copper. Shit. Shit. My throat closed like someone had garroted me with piano wire.
“We’re done.” I cleared the gravel from my voice. “We’ll pick this up tomorrow, moonbeam. Like Ko said.”
“Did I…” Seri’s smile stuttered as her body stiffened. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Wrong?” My laugh came out strangled. “Princess, if you were any more perfect, I’d have to invent new sins. But you’re also…” Fragile. Broken. Precious. “Not used to handling prime stallions back-to-back.”
“What?”
“Your pretty little pussy needs recovery time,” I growled into the damp column of her throat. “But when I finally do sink into you? I won’t show any mercy.”
Her lower lip trembled. Shit. Shitshitshit. I ground my hips upward, letting her feel every rigid inch.
“This isn’t about wanting, angel. This is about not splitting you open on night one.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “But it doesn’t hurt.”
“Bleeding’s kinda the universal ‘ow’ signal, sweet cheeks.” I tried for a smirk. Failed spectacularly. “Unless witch brides dig pain? Kinky, but we should’ve discussed safe words first.”
“Zane.” Warning tone and all, Casimir leaned over, glass in hand. “Here, Seri. Hydrate.”
Propping her up, I watched her throat work as she downed the water, imagining it was my cock she was sucking down that fast, my seed she was swallowing.
“Zane?” Seri gave the glass back to Cas and laid down again.
“Hmm?” I tried to force myself to focus on blue-ball reality.
“I love you.”
The world tilted. My heart did something that should’ve required defibrillators. For half a breath, I forgot how lungs worked.
Three words shouldn’t level a man faster than dragonfire.
“Stars would crash from the sky before I stopped loving you, precious girl,” I rasped.
“What did you say earlier?” Koa snorted. “Leave the poetry to—”
“Bite me, mountain.” But I was drowning in gray eyes, in trembling lips already parted for my kiss. Her leg slid over my hip with coltish grace and disastrous intent.
“Zane.” Her whisper scorched my neck.
“Yeah?” I blinked at her, blood pounding in my ears.
“I love you.”
“If you think batting those Bambi eyes gets you—”
Her lips crashed into mine. Sweet. Clumsy. Desperate. Fingers wound in my hair as she poured every ounce of trembling need into the kiss. When she pulled back, her pupils had swallowed the gray.
“Dark take me,” I gasped.
“No, you take me. Now.”
She kissed me again. Softer. A brush of lips that tasted like promises and cherry lip gloss. Then she straddled my lap, her messy curls tumbling over her pert tits and those milky legs bracketing my hips and bat’sbonesnight’steeth she was trying to ride me!
“Easy, rodeo queen.” My fingers dug into the crease where thigh met ass as the head of my cock nudged her entrance. “You want to play cowgirl? Let’s— Cruor!”
She sank down in one smooth slide, taking my whole length with a broken whimper.
My vision whited out. Heat. Pressure. Every nerve ending short-circuited. For a dhampir/whatevs, I should’ve handled it better, but bleedingnightsweetmercy she was a live wire wrapped in velvet.
She froze, nails digging crescent moons into my shoulders. For one heart-stopping moment, I thought she was hurt.
Then she giggled.
Giggled.
“Your face!”
“Trying to kill me?” I slapped her ass, reveling in the tiny jiggle. “Better ride me like you mean it, peach. Lemme watch you—”
She rocked. Just an inch, stealing my breath.
“Like this?”
“Yeah, just like that,” I squeaked. “Now bounce, sweetheart.”
The first tentative rocks became jerky thrusts, her tits inches from my face. I caught one peak between my teeth.
“Zane!”
Smirking, I switched to her other nip, flicking the stiff bud with my tongue.
“Am I doing it right?”
“No. Faster. Harder.” I guided her movements, knees propping her up. “Yeah, there you go. Keep that rhythm, and I’ll be your pony for life.”
“Must you narrate?” Cas groaned.
“Quiet, choirboy. Adults are nngh practicing multiplication.” Her little tits were perfect in my hands, just the right size for my palms. “Look at you. A natural-born cock jockey and didn’t even know it.”
“Zane!” Ko and Cas howled in unison.
“A what?” She hiccuped a laugh, sweat-damp curls sticking to her forehead.
“New rule.” I thrust upward, punching a yelp from her lips. “Never wear pants around your husbands.”
Her laughter came breathless and bright until it didn’t. Her rhythm faltered as her hands slipped on my chest, her arms shaking and her hips cramping.
“I can’t. Zane, I can’t!”
Tears glistened on her lashes.
Oh.
Oh!
“Hold on, angel.” I flipped us over, the jerk of my hips jostling her higher up the mattress.
Not like I could stop now. I barely managed to clamp my hands on the headboard and lever myself up so I didn’t crush her.
“I’m drafting a rulebook for Zane-Seri relations in bed,” Cas threatened. “First infraction warrants castration.”
“Shut. Up.”
I didn’t need Captain Catastrophe’s reminder. I knew she wasn’t up to this yet. Our girl was drained and weak and twenty pounds underweight, not to mention freshly deflowered. And still I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t have pulled out if the moon-damned house was burning down around us.
“Sweetheart.” I pounded harder, faster, my sweat dripping onto her jouncing tits. “Gonna need you to shit! squeeze those knees cruor! if you want me to last damnation! until you come.”
Her moan pitching higher, her nails raked down my chest. Little hussy must’ve stolen the last of her strength for that move, and I nearly spilled right then and there.
I cut my eyes across the bed to where twin predators leered. Ko’s knuckles whitened around the headboard, his gaze devouring Seri from neck to knees. Casimir was statue-still, but the vein throbbing in his neck betrayed him. Bastards looked ready to chew through steel.
“Ko! Little help?”
Fucker didn’t hesitate. His fingers found her clit like a homing missile. Seconds later, she cried out my name as her pussy turned into the death grip of the gods around me.
Climaxing felt like dying mid-battle, glorious and inevitable.
I lasted two more thrusts and came swearing, feeling as if I’d been hit by lightning.
My back bowed, fangs splitting my bottom lip.
Somewhere through the haze, I heard myself chanting her name as my cock twitched deep inside her, spitting out what little remained.
Through the ringing in my ears, I caught Cas’ muttered, “Animal.”
“Congrats, Z,” Ko drawled, peeling his hand free. “You’ve officially lost your V-card.”
Seri’s drowsy giggle vibrated against my breastbone as I pried my fingers out from the headboard.
Moon-damned soft wood.
“Don’t encourage the peasant, warrior princess.” I dropped down and dug my face into her neck, inhaling dragon fruit dew and salt and her.
Extracting myself bordered on sacrilege. She whimpered at the loss, legs falling open in a vulnerable splay. Crimson and cream smeared her inner thighs, proof Ko and I had claimed every inch.
Cas reached over with another damn glass of water, eyes averted from the mess.
“Hydrate her—”
“I know how to care for my wife!” I snapped, louder than I intended.
Seri flinched in her near-sleep, and Koa’s palm settled on her hip, kneading the overworked muscle.
“Easy, brother,” he murmured. “We’re all on edge here.”
For once, I held my tongue. Let Cas position her limp body between us, arranging her like some erotic Pietà. My nose found the juncture of her neck as words tumbled out.
“Took me like a champ, bunny,” I murmured against her skin. “So fucking tight, even after Ko’s horse cock. Should’ve seen yourself. Tits shaking, ass grinding, pussy gripping me like you wanted to tear my dick off—”
“Zane!” Casimir’s growl rattled the handful of ammo I’d left laying on my dresser. “Must you debase her even in sleep?”
“Debase? Praise, you mean.” I tucked Seri tighter against my chest, relishing her boneless sprawl, and kissed the edge of her ear. “Besides, look at this face.” My thumb traced her swollen mouth. “She’s dreaming of round two.”
“Hardly.” Koa pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I filled her full before dessert ever arrived.”
“We should bathe her.” Casimir’s voice dropped octaves. “The fluids…”