Chapter 25 #2
I yank at the power, at the thread, hauling them inside me like the reins on a wild horse. That quickly, we halt. The sky is quiet, bright and blue. Peaceful. It’s hard to be afraid of power when it comes from such a source of light.
“Good girl,” Kal says.
A laugh rips out of me.
I glance down at the pool far below us and take a deep breath. “Hold on to me,” I say, even though he already is.
I tilt to the left, and he moves with me instinctually.
“This is so much easier when you’re in control,” I grumble, doing my best to only draw a little amount so we don’t soar into the water at a speed that would break us.
“Give it time,” he says. “I wouldn’t have given you anything I thought you couldn’t handle. None of us would’ve. We made the choice knowing you’d be brilliant with them. Even if we never got them back, we knew they were meant for you, like we all are.”
Emotion threatens to steal my focus as I look at him, carefully keeping our slow descent. “But I am able to give them back,” I say. “That’s something. I want to. Your powers belong to you.”
“Rylee.” Kal sighs, his eyes loving as he trails them over my face. “They belong to you, to us. We’re connected in more ways than we ever imagined, and that’s a good thing.”
Warmth fills my chest. He’s so open, so optimistic. Never once threatened by my hold on powers he was born with.
“Besides,” he continues, “you’re making this look easy.”
I shake my head. “You’re too good to me.”
“Never,” he says. “You’ve got this.”
I control our speed the entire way down, the feat a victory in itself. I stop and turn us upright a foot above the water, prepared to slowly let us slide in.
Kal captures my lips with his. His kiss is soft yet searing, and my eyes close automatically at the feel of him against me. He slides his tongue between my lips, flicking it against mine as we hold each other.
Water crashes all around us as we drop unexpectedly into the pool.
We pop back up to the surface with gasps. Kal laughs, and I join him.
“We’ll have to work on distraction,” he says through his laughter.
I catch my breath. “Apparently.”
“We can take it slow.” He smooths his hand over my cheek as he studies my face, then dips down and kisses me again. “You’re doing incredible,” he says against my mouth. “You know that?”
In reply, I kiss him harder, longer, losing myself in the joyous feeling of his embrace.
“Let’s try again,” I say, pulling back and gripping his power once more.
“Again.” He nods.
And we take to the skies.
Over and over.
Him kissing me, touching me, distracting me each time.
Enough times that I learn to split my focus. Learn to put my desire in one area of my mind and the power control in another.
Enough times that I feel more confident and freer with every sweeping pass.
Enough times that when we hit the water on my terms, I can think of little else but finishing what he keeps starting.
“Enough flying.” I meet his eyes, getting lost in their blue depths. He’s so patient with me, so understanding as we train. “I don’t want to play with your power anymore.”
A small smile shapes his lips, and he pushes back some of my wet hair that sticks to me. “Tell me what you want to do, and we’ll do it.”
Warmth flutters beneath my skin, only making me all the hotter in the pool we stand in.
I slowly draw my fingers up his bare chest, exploring the muscles there, relishing the way he feels beneath my touch. I dip my head, brushing my lips over his chest, up his neck, reaching up on my tiptoes to kiss along his jaw.
His hands flex on my hips, drawing me against him as he captures my mouth with his. I gasp against the contact, throwing my arms around his neck as his hands slip around my ass, hefting me up and spinning me to place me on the edge of the pool.
“Rylee,” he groans against my kiss as I part my legs, urging him to step between them.
He hooks his fingers in my bikini bottom, slowly dragging the fabric down my thighs and laying it to the side.
“Beautiful,” he says, gliding his powerful hands over my thighs as he leans in to kiss down my neck. I arch into his touch, anticipation curling in my core. His hands travel upward, slow and torturous as he unhooks my top, freeing my breasts.
“Kal,” I whimper when he cups my breasts. I dig my fingers into his hair, my breath hitching as he explores my body, bare to him. There’s no urgency right now, despite being outside. This is his home, and while I know he’d enjoy it, we have no fear of being caught here.
It’s just him and me and the growing need between us.
“Kal,” I gasp as he bends, sucking one of my nipples, the contrast of his hot mouth against my now-chilled skin sending sparks along the curves of my body. “Yes.”
He grins, wrapping a strong arm around my lower back, urging me closer to the edge of the pool. Kissing his way down my body, he sinks in the pool a little, aligning his mouth perfectly with my heat. His blue eyes flicker up to mine.
“You’re going to come on my tongue,” he demands. “And then I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
I shiver at the words, the promise in them. A gasp tears through me as he sets his mouth on me, his tongue sliding through my heat with confident laps. My hand flies to his hair, my fingers gripping the strands as he eats at me.
“Kal, yes.” I breathe the words. “Just like that.”
He groans against my oversensitive flesh, his muscled arm behind me hauling me forward, holding me tighter against his face.
Energy zaps and surges with each lick, each tease over that sensitive bundle of nerves.
My heart races, the powers inside me stretching and sizzling.
Pleasure builds like a storm, and I’m driven to pure instinct as Kal slides his tongue inside me over and over again.
I grip his shoulders, holding on to him when I feel like I might fly apart.
More. I need to touch more of him. Feel more of him.
“Rylee.” He says my name like a plea, and I snap my eyes open. “I can feel you.” He laps at me again, sucking harder on my flesh. “Everywhere.”
I gasp, my mind splintered between the pleasure, which is building with every sure stroke of his tongue, and the power unleashed from me.
Pierce’s power, spearing straight into Kal with my wish to touch more of him.
Now that I realize it, I feel it, too. With Pierce’s power, I’m in Kal’s mind, brushing and teasing every nerve he has.
Making him feel every ounce of desire he’s creating in me.
“Fuck,” he groans, holding me tight as he ups his pace.
“Kal.” I moan his name, everything narrowing to the sweet edge pulsing inside me. “Yes.”
He sucks me into his mouth, hard and deliberate. I arch off the edge of the pool, gasping as my orgasm tears through me in a glittering burst. Waves of pleasure roll over me and into him.
“You taste so good,” he says, his voice lust-drenched as he releases me just enough to remove his underwear, the effort quick and easy in the water.
He tosses them where mine lie, then stands up to his full height in this shallow end of the pool, the angle aligning him perfectly with my trembling heat.
He kisses me, and I whimper at the taste of me on his tongue.
“Is it . . .” I can barely get the words out. “Is what I’m doing okay?” I have enough clarity to ask now that I’m not in the throes of it.
“Fuck yes, love,” he says. “Keep doing what you’re doing.
” His words send licks of flame over my skin, our connection blazing and solid between us.
The trust is unshakeable, and I’m intoxicated with the way he gives open access to his mind, to the way he feels about me, which is more than I could’ve ever dreamed.
I send it all right back to him with Pierce’s power—love and trust and pleasure and need. It crashes into him in waves, returns to me, and goes back. An open door of energy and sensation that I can’t get enough of.
Kal drags his hard cock through my sensitive flesh. “Feel so good.”
I rake my fingers through his hair, kissing him harder as I rock against his length, groaning as he intentionally keeps himself from moving inside me. The tease winds me ever tighter, white-hot knots flickering in my core.
“Kal,” I beg. “Please.”
He smiles against my desperate kiss, stilling between my thighs. He holds my gaze as he gently grabs my wrists, maneuvering my hands to wrap around his neck. “Hold on to me.”
A thrill rocks through my chest at his demand, at the way he moves those hands to my thighs, urging me to lock my ankles behind his back.
I do as I’m told, anticipation shooting through my veins.
And then we’re out of the pool, Kal effortlessly climbing up the stairs, kissing me frantically as he walks me to the closest available surface—the exterior wall of the pool house.
I gasp as the bare skin of my back meets the chilled wall, my grip on him tightening. But I only feel the chill for a moment.
The next, he draws out of our kiss, holding my gaze as he sinks inside me inch by inch. My eyes flutter as he fills me in the best possible way.
This. I’ve needed this all day. And as he pulls out to thrust in again, the bond between us glistens.
He pumps into me, fast and hard and perfect, each connection stroking that spot deep inside me that has me gasping for breath.
Kal curves his mouth over mine, like he wants to drink my whimpers of pleasure.
I grip his shoulders, my thighs clenching around his hips as he alternates between thrusting and grinding himself against my slick heat.
It’s a killer combination, one that has me seeing stars as my pleasure builds in my core again.
Power ripples along the bonds, all doors wide open. I can’t keep them shut. Not when he’s unraveling me like this. He smiles against my mouth, breaking our kiss as his eyes meet mine.
“Brilliant,” he says. “Our powerful little mate.” Another hard kiss. “I can feel you in my mind.” Another thrust. “I can feel you in my heart.”
I’m shaking, my body on the cusp of another release.
“You consume me,” he groans. “You understand that?”
“I’m yours,” I say, wanting him to know we’re on the same exact page.
“You ready to come for me again?” he asks, his voice low and demanding.
“Yes.” I tighten around him. “Yes.”
He smirks, kissing me, curling his tongue along the roof of my mouth as he pumps hard and fast, shoving me over the edge in a blissful fall.
I flutter around him, my orgasm cresting as he finds his release inside me, too. The two of us come down slowly as he holds me there. When my senses clear enough, I draw the other powers back, shoving them behind their doors with an effort.
“And that . . .” Kal kisses me again, lazily this time. “Concludes today’s lesson.”