Chapter 9 Evira #2
I reached back and fisted his hair and yanked him to me, our mouths colliding.
We kissed hard and deep.
His tongue curled around mine, tasting, exploring, savoring.
I pushed back against him, heat spearing me as I felt him so hard for me, so wild for me.
Even though he didn’t have an animal nature technically, he could sure bring primal to the table in a hot-as-hell way.
I loved it when he got all wild and chaotic during sex.
It was all-consuming, such a heady thing. He made it so immersive.
And I could feel it from him right now—he wanted me to get lost in it, to give me a reprieve from everything threatening to suffocate us.
It was honestly perfect, exactly what we needed.
I called my talons briefly, just long enough to slash at his shirt behind me, until it fell from his chest in tatters. Mmm.
“That’s how it is, huh?”
“That’s how it is,” I said, craning my neck to see his eyes absolutely blazing.
That hit another level entirely when I shot out my hand behind me and grabbed his dick through his pants, giving him a delicious squeeze.
He snatched my wrist and used the hold to rub my hand all over his erection.
“Open your luscious jeans and shove them down with your panties. Bare yourself to me, baby,” he whispered at my ear.
I sucked in a shuddering breath. Fuck, yes.
With frantic fingers, I opened them, and shoved them down past my knees.
The second I did, he pulled my hand from his cock, then wrenched it around with his hold on my wrist and made me drag my own fingers through my folds.
I bucked against him and he rumbled at my ear, “Yeah, you like being played with so fucking much, don’t you?”
I nodded on a moan.
He entwined his fingers with mine, then there were two sets teasing me. So much sensation that had pleasure sparking all over.
“This cunt was made for us, you know that? So warm and slick, so welcoming. It wants my cock, hmm? So badly, yeah?”
I turned my head sharply and delivered a long, rough lick to his jaw, and he gave me those blazing eyes again. Then I grabbed it in a bruising grip and jerked his face against mine. “Yeah, lovely, fuck me with that glorious cock.”
“Damn, woman. You drive me fucking crazy.”
He proved that in the next second as he released my wrist, then went wild, licking, sucking, biting all over my throat, down my back, scraping his nails down my arms.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Zayn…”
He went lower and lower, then had me startling as he spread my ass cheeks apart.
I felt his hot breath over my sensitive hole, a moment before he started licking and sucking around the rim, over my ass cheeks themselves.
And then he thrust his tongue inside.
I lurched as stars formed behind my eyes, and I slapped my hands down on the island.
“Fuck!” I screamed as he fucked me with his tongue, then thrust two thick fingers deep inside my pussy. “Oh fuck, yes!”
“Mmm, you taste so good. And, damn, your hot cunt is strangling the fuck out of my fingers. You feel that? You’re drenching them, baby.”
“Yes… God.”
He chuckled then speared me with his tongue again.
I bucked against the onslaught, slamming back, losing control. And loving it.
Then he curled his fingers so deep, right there… right fucking there.
That was it.
It sent me hurtling over the edge.
His free hand snapped to my hip, steadying me through it, as I screamed and shuddered against him.
He rose up behind me, and pushed down on my back, making me bend over the counter. Then he started rubbing his cock through my folds. Sharp pleasure gripped me with every back and forth.
He moved to push inside, but just teased it, then eased away and returned to rubbing, tormenting my oversensitized clit.
I realized why in the next second as he fisted my hair and used it to turn my head toward him.
“Need your eyes on me.”
Aww. “Good. I get to see those mid-sex expressions of yours that turn me on.”
“They do?”
“No question.”
His eyes darkened.
And then he thrust inside me, the both of us crying out as he drove deep in one rough shove.
“That’s… the way you take me… shit, you feel so…”
His words dissolved into growls and groans, as we both got lost in the feel of each other, and he powered into me.
The friction, the fullness, the passion and need from us both colliding… it was out of this world.
I couldn’t get enough.
I needed more, more, more.
I dug my nails into his thigh, making him hiss. “Brace yourself, little hellion, I’m gonna take you for a ride.”
“Oh, hell, yes.”
His last word ended on a cry as I fucked back on him with my dragon speed.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped as the intensity ripped through me.
“Holy shit!” he roared, grabbing at my breasts, licking my back, my shoulders, even my hair.
His big cock tearing into me like a vibrating force of violent motion catapulted me to the heights of ecstasy and his hot words and blissful sounds collided with it all in the most incredible erotic symphony.
“Evira…” he gasped. “Ah, I’m gonna fill you with my cum… fuck me!”
His sexy words, losing it in such a hot way, was the last straw for me. And as he squeezed both my breasts, and spurted inside me with hot pulses, I came, snarling out into the room.
“Damn, baby,” he rasped at my ear, as his arms came around me.
I brought my hands up and covered his, holding him to me as well.
“Don’t pull away yet,” he whispered. “Just stay like this with me for a while?”
I turned my head and kissed his cheek. “Sure, lovely,” I said, nuzzling against him.
I smiled as he nuzzled back.
It was perfect.
I kept looking over at Zayn as we walked through the grounds, a holoscreen levitating overhead that I’d conjured to keep an eye on Vaxan, in case he woke up and needed us.
As Zayn pointed at this and that, talking about ideas for adding on things to the house, I smiled. He was priceless. He’d even been going over some future plans for the four of us once this nightmare was over, what we’d do, how we’d be, all sorts of things.
He really was so special.
My mind kept wandering back to that day of my big Exalt meeting, and the time we’d spent together right before, how he’d helped me and just been so amazing, like the culmination of all that he was had come out in those moments.
“What we all have is special to me. You’re special to me. I needed you to be secure in that.”
“You’re so special to me, too.”
“Everything’s okay now. You can let go and just be. I promise. I’m here. We’re all here and we adore you.”
“No… leaving?”
“No. Of course not. I mean, except for this meeting right now.”
“Right.”
“But in the way you mean it, absolutely not. No fucking way. Is that clear enough for you?”
“Yes. It actually is. You’re so fierce and full of conviction with stuff like this… it really sets in deep. Just bring that same sort of thing during your meeting, and you’ll be golden.”
“Yeah?”
“There’s not one sliver of doubt in my mind.”
I blinked back to the immediate.
It hit me then. Why I kept recalling that.
That was the day I’d come so close to telling him that I loved him.
To actually saying it out loud.
I’d loved all my boys for a while now, but I’d just… I guess I’d wanted things to be right when I actually voiced it. Then things had just kept coming at us. That ‘right’ and perfect time hadn’t come.
But then Winter had done something to that for me when he’d uttered those three amazing words on the battlefield that day.
And it hadn’t mattered what the circumstances were, what had been surrounding us at the time. All that had mattered were those words.
“Ooh, these are perfect,” I heard Zayn cry, and I looked to see him walking over to some flowers. Dahlias—a deep plum shade—growing a few feet away.
He crouched down, appearing to study them.
There were a lot of different kinds all over the grounds, like hydrangeas, tulips, even some sunflowers.
I watched curiously as, after a few moments, his magic sparked, and then he was forming a fiery version of the dahlia with his fuchsia Ifrit flame.
He walked back to me and held it out between us.
“Aww, it’s beautiful, Zayn.” He’d captured every intricate detail of the petals.
His eyes sparkled at me. “Breathe your ice onto it. Your Chill Blast.”
Before I could, he got so excited to tell me, “I was talking to Professor Fyla Warrin who teaches my Creative Artistry in Flamecraft and Shadowcraft class, about you and me, how we’d collaborated in class and despite being ice versus flame, we’d melded our magic and abilities really well together.
She said that normally that’s not easy to do, and with it coming so well to us, it might be possible for us to pull off Ecliptic Convergence. You know of it?”
I nodded. “It’s a rarity. It involves fusing our powers into thermal equilibrium—fire laced with crystalline frost.”
“Right. Cool, huh?”
“Very cool.”
I breathed carefully onto the fiery flower creation, sending a snowy, glacial stream out and enveloping it in a very measured way that didn’t actually put out the flame and ruin his beautiful creation, but instead melded with it.
We both watched in awe as it hardened, and crystallized, while the flame within remained holding the shape of the flower.
Zayn levitated it between us right beside the holoscreen.
“Our get-well present for Vax,” he said. “You think it works?”
Wow. “I think it’s incredible.”
He grinned from ear-to-ear. “You wanna head back inside now, levitate it over the nightstand beside him, so when he wakes up it’ll be right there, hopefully make him smile?”
“Great idea.”
He turned and headed for the porch entrance to the house, the holoscreen and flower following as he strode along.
I stopped walking and sucked in a breath.
“Zayn, wait. Just one moment. There’s something… and I thought about holding off until things… stabilized, but…” I shifted my weight. “I can’t. You deserve to know.”