Chapter 7 #2
“Wanna get out of here?” I whisper along the pointed cusp. Her breath catches as she nods wildly.
I grab her hand, whisking her to the door.
So much for treading lightly. But Emberhell, if she doesn’t look worth the trouble.
Pyros are powerful fire wielders, and something tells me she is a fire worth setting ablaze.
If Pyros become Ellian Knights, they often bond with other flying creatures that wield fire so they don’t get burned in battle.
The latter makes me glad I kept my basilisk armor on in case things get too fiery.
I lead her into the shadows with me. Throwing her playfully against the wall, tugging her close just before she lands, making sure not to hurt her.
Then I let her relax against the wood panels, which sizzle from the heat of her skin.
My hand weaves through her lavender hair, grasping it just above the nape of her neck.
I devour her neck in untamed kisses, her pulse quickening beneath my lips, matching the beat of her flickering eyes as she lets out a whimper.
I growl in return, continuing to kiss down her chest. She’s wearing a short dress of thin silk that clings to her petite body, with a deep V between her petite breasts.
To my pleasant surprise, she isn’t wearing anything underneath.
Her peaked nipples catching the moonlight under the soft sheen of the dress.
I bite into her bottom lip, my thumb brushing over the peak of her breast. My other hand tugging her hair back slightly as she moans. We’re both panting as my forehead meets hers, our lips only a whisper apart as I move my hand down the outline of her carved stomach, dipping between her thighs.
Her breath catches as my hand slips under her dress, lazily grazing up her thigh. Her back arches, rolling her hips forward to crash into my touch. A subtle violet glow emanates from the heat consuming her flesh.
Her lashes flutter open as she thrusts my hand into the wetness pooling for me.
Her hunger for me. I growl at her fiery greed.
The pad of my thumb teases over her plump clit, summoning a soft rumble from her vibrating chest. Then, I indulge her wanton need.
Slipping my finger through her throbbing dampness.
I partially enter inside of her, teasing her entrance as her nectar drenches my fingers with her gasp.
I lick the bottom of her lip before nipping at it as she tries to kiss me, but I relent, pulling the nape of her neck back, giving me all the control.
“Not yet, Violet,” I purr. Her eyes blaze as her body grinds against mine.
I continue to tease her until her movements become wild, frantic, feral.
Begging. Then, at the same time, finally giving in to her demands, my lips crash into hers.
I kiss her deeply while my finger slides into her just as deep.
My tongue’s rhythm matches the motion of my finger as it curls at just the right spot.
My thumb swirls at varying pressures around her swollen clit.
Waves of tension curl inside her, building up, ready to crash in release.
She moans into my mouth. Then, slowing the rhythm, my lips trail down her neck, kisses alternating with delicious bite marks. Every time she gets close, I pull back, keeping her on the edge of pleasure as she begs for release. “Savaé. More. Please.”
The fire in her breathless plea causes me to slip a little in my control, now entering her with both fingers, curling pressure on just the right spot.
“Be a good girl, and come for me,” I susurrate along her neck; without hesitation, she obeys.
A heavenly sound leaves her lips, which I capture in a kiss.
She comes on my fingers, her body dancing like blissful flames of wildfire, ready to consume everything in her wake.
I moan with her, feeling her pleasure as if it’s my own.
Consuming it raw, coming from the pure ecstasy of feeling her release.
Both of our breaths become ragged in the moment.
Gently leaving her delicate, sensitive area, I give her one last deep kiss.
I feel her move her hand up the slit of my dress, but I quickly halt the motion.
“Your pleasure is mine.”
She nods in understanding as I lean my forehead against the wall, steadying my breath before helping her neatly fix her dress.
I’ve always found it easier to feed off others’ pleasure rather than be vulnerable, giving in to the chaos required for me to feel it firsthand. It’s too much, too… intimate.
The flicker in her eyes slows as she looks at me. She tries to take a step closer, stumbling a bit under the weight of her own body, and I catch her.
“You are quite the little firelight,” I whisper in her ear as she falls into me, her skin still flaming to the touch.
She smiles at me. “Firelight?”
“Bioluminescent creatures. They pollinate flowers at night. They make the forest dance in the moonlight.”
“That sounds magical. Maybe one day you can show me? Father has never even let me get close to the Mysticwoods.”
“Love to. I’m surprised your mother never took you?” Pixies are beings of the Mysticwoods.
“Oh. She died in battle when I was young. I barely knew her. Then my father moved us to the capital with my aunt and cousin, Flint. He’s completing the trials in Riicah. He’d like you, a Cerfios. He would have had a blast watching you fight today. Ground-Combatant is his forte.”
“I’m sorry for your loss… A Cerfios and a Pyro? I bet you had some pretty wild fights growing up.”
“It’s okay, hard to miss someone you never knew…
and we most certainly did, yes. He swore I almost turned him to lava one day!
” Her head tips back in a laugh, reliving the memory.
I can tell she’s hiding her grief behind her own mask, bright and fiery, compared to mine of ice and steely control.
I can feel her disconnect with her father, cold and calculating, the complete opposite of her wildfire, her explosiveness.
“I can relate to that sentiment. I never knew either of my parents… Lava? I guess this wall got off easy then.” I nod my head to the wall behind her that has faint scorch marks from where her body had been.
She giggles nervously at the sight, her eyes flickering fast. There’s that anger and fear of trouble again, tearing through her. I understand her struggle in my own fucked-up way.
I pull my arms tighter along her waist.
“Let’s get you home before your dad tries to murder me in cold blood,” I whisper in her ear before releasing her from my grasp.
She nods, grabbing my hand. I have never held anyone’s hand before.
I feel almost shackled by the gesture, but I can tell she needs this feeling of safety more than the discomfort gnawing at my ribs pains me, and I’m not about to let her walk home in the dark.
I may be an ass, but Sully raised me to be better than most. That is, when I’m feeling generous.
The fleeting glimpses of her broken bits have me extending myself outside the boundaries of my comfort tonight. I can give her the gift of this small moment. We continue, and I let her lead the way.
“You’ll be at the next trial in Frostmar, right?
” Winx asks. I nod. “My dad mentioned something about releasing a monster during the course. He didn’t say what kind.
I overheard him talking to one of the majors about where they are going to keep the beast. I figured I should give you a heads-up after today.
I caught a glimpse of what went on after your trial. Seems he has it out for you already.”
My brow kicks up at her. “I hope you didn’t come with me just to piss your dad off?” I don’t want to be the dagger she twists into his side; that will only ensure he strings up a noose with my name on it.
“I won’t lie, it definitely made you hotter, but it’s not the only reason.” She winks before turning her head to the building beside us. “Well, this is me.”
We stop in front of a white stone building with gold-framed windows and a copper roof that’s weathered into a textured seafoam green.
The building is three stories, and you can see the glowing faerie light chandeliers from the street.
It’s a stark contrast to the one- and two-story stone and wood buildings surrounding it.
“Quaint accommodations.” I nudge her with my elbow as I take in the beauty of the building.
“The inside is just as cold and sterile as my dad. You want to come in for a nightcap? We could torch the place after. It’s in dire need of some warmth,” she teases, nudging me back.
I swallow at how quickly she escalated to destruction and violence.
She’s fucking mad, and it’s kinda hot but absolutely terrifying.
I may have killed my foster father, but arson on the first night is a bit much, even for me.
“Yeah, that will be a hard pass for me.” My generosity is worn through as I regret not listening to the gnawing sensation needling between my ribs that told me not to hold her hand.
My fingers drop from hers, turning to walk back before anyone sees us together.
She may have helped me forget the agony of Sully’s cough and our argument tonight, but I have a feeling she’s strung me up for more than I’ve bargained for.