Chapter 7
The moment Trace’s mouth connected with mine, fire lit in my veins. It burned through muscle and sinew, engulfing me in flames. I only wanted more.
A moan escaped me, traveling from my mouth to Trace’s. The vibrations made his control snap. He hauled me up with one arm under my ass, pressing me against him.
The thick, hard line of his cock pressed against my core, and I couldn’t help but whimper.
Trace tore his mouth away from mine. His gaze was hooded, a blazing purple I’d never seen before. “Aching, Little Bird?”
A shuddered breath left me on a whoosh. “Yes.”
There was nothing I wanted right now more than Trace. But I wanted all of him. No more partial acquiescence. I wanted everything.
Trace walked slowly toward his bed. Each step measured, even. But a feral energy vibrated through his body into mine.
Each shift of his hips sent a delicious friction to my core. My body cried out for him, my fingers digging into his shoulders in desperation.
He stilled just short of the bed. “This is a horrible idea.”
Anger sparked deep, lighting a well of rage I’d been keeping at bay. “Enough,” I snapped.
Trace’s eyes flared. “I’m trying to protect—”
“Did I ask for your fucking protection?”
Those violet eyes darkened. “You’re my mate.”
I wiggled free of his hold, my feet landing on the floor. “I can stand on my own. I know my own damn mind. Know what I want and what I need.” I shoved at his chest, so tired of his martyr act. “If you don’t want to give it to me, fine. I’m perfectly capable of finding it elsewhere.”
I stalked toward the door, but Trace caught my wrist, yanking me back hard. His hand went to my throat. “Don’t threaten me,” he growled.
There was no fear, only fury blazing through me. “Maybe you need to be threatened.”
Purple sparks danced around him as a fresh wave of lust hit me full-on. His fingers tightened a fraction. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I want to burn,” I challenged.
Those sparks intensified, circling around us. Each one that landed on my skin burrowed deep and sent want and need coursing through me.
Trace stared at me for a beat of one, then two. “I’m already going to hell,” he muttered, then shoved me back onto the bed.
I hit the mattress with an oomph, my hair flying around my face.
Trace stalked slowly toward me. His hand reached behind him and tugged his T-shirt free in one swift movement. “You want to play, Little Bird?”
I swallowed hard as I took him in. His entire torso was covered in tattoos. Along one side read pain in intricate script surrounded by designs. Along the other side read pleasure surrounded by much of the same. Metal glinted at his nipples, and I licked my lips as I took in the two barbells.
“I want to play.” My voice had gone hoarse, barely audible.
Trace let his T-shirt fall to the floor as he kicked off his shoes. “You don’t sound sure.”
My gaze shifted to his violet eyes, and I lifted my chin. “You don’t scare me, Trace.”
“I should, Little Bird.”
A shiver ran through me. But it wasn’t one of fear. It was sheer pleasure. Promise.
“Do your worst,” I challenged.
Trace’s hand lifted, purple flames dancing around his arm. The fire shot out in a concentrated stream down the center of my sweatshirt and then to my sweatpants. A second later, I felt an invisible tug and they were gone altogether.
I gaped at him. “Did you just burn off my clothes?”
He smirked. “I’m just getting started.”
My breath hitched as a fresh stream of flames clipped both sides of my panties. Then those were gone, too.
My core spasmed as the lace fabric was swept away, and my breaths came in quick pants. He hadn’t even touched me, and I was already a trembling ball of need.
“Having regrets, Little Bird?”
My eyes narrowed on Trace. “You’re going to have to try a little harder if you were hoping to scare me.”
A muscle along his jaw ticked. He grabbed one leg, tugging my slipper free, then the other, repeating the action. And I was completely bare to him.
Trace’s hand skimmed up my leg. “So beautiful. So vulnerable. Perfect.”
My mouth went dry as his fingers drew closer to the apex of my thighs. My hips began to rock, my body crying out for Trace.
He stilled just short of where I wanted him and stared down at me. His gaze was searching, almost pleading, as if he wanted me to tell him to stop.
Instead, I circled my legs around his hips and tugged him closer.
“Leighton,” he growled.
“Show me all of you,” I pleaded. “The darkness and the light. Stop hiding.”
That muscle in his jaw ticked wildly, and then a second later, his pants burst into purple flames. Then they were gone altogether.
I sucked in a breath. “Seems like a dangerous move.”
Trace didn’t laugh. “My fire will never hurt me or you. You’re a part of me now.”
A new kind of warmth spread through me. A belonging.
“Trace,” I pleaded.
“Tell me what you need.”
“All of you.”
He moved in a flash. Putting a knee to the bed, he rolled us so that I was straddling him. “Need you to run this show. I don’t trust myself.”
I swallowed hard, my core aching as I looked down at his length. I traced the veins with my gaze as they pulsed.
“Little Bird,” he growled.
My gaze snapped to his face as he sat up.
His hands framed my face. “We can stop.”
But I didn’t want to. Instead, I slowly lowered myself onto his length. Each millimeter intensified the delicious stretch. My eyes watered as my mouth fell open.
Trace cursed, his thumb following the line of my lower lip. My mouth closed around his digit, sucking deep.
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.
I took all of him, finally bottoming out. And he was everywhere. I felt him in every cell, every part of my being.
I released his thumb. “It’s everything,” I whispered.
His fingers traced my face. “So beautiful. Taking all of me.”
My eyes watered. “I love you.”
“Don’t, Little Bird.”
“I do.”
Trace’s eyes blazed. “Love you with every broken piece of me.”
My fingers dug into his shoulders. It was all I needed. My hips began to move of their own volition. Tiny rocking movements at first and then deeper.
Trace rose up to meet me, thrusting. Each connection sent sparks flying around us. My breaths were ragged pants as my nipples hardened to diamond points.
Trace’s fingers dug into my hips, moving me up and down. His movements grew desperate, almost feral.
Every bit of that energy only drove me higher, searching for more. My inner walls began to tremble.
Trace cursed. “Give it to me, Little Bird. Milk my cock. Take it all.”
His words were the final spark. I caught flame in a glorious cascade of colors. Purples and greens and golds and silvers.
The wave of pleasure hit me fast and hard. I clamped down around Trace, and he came with a shout. His hips thrust deeper as he emptied into me. I wrang him dry, taking everything he had to give. And then I promptly passed out.