She finally dared to look at Cason.
His eyes were still on her collarbone, but the glare that she imagined he’d wear was absent. Instead, his features were softened, curious, in the same way his face had been when he looked at her at the auction. His thumb traced over the long scar between her shoulder and neck.
“Thank you,” he sighed. Brela bit her tongue to keep from gasping as he leaned forward, grazing his lips over that scar, his breath warm near her ear as he whispered. “You are stunning. Beautiful.”
Against her will, her cheeks flushed, and that responding chuckle from Cason’s lips and tongue against the skin of her neck only turned her core molten again. It forced her next words out in a gasp.
“And you are absolutely gorgeous.” Cason stilled his torturous teasing. Brela gathered her breath. “Storm. Protection. Fire.All of you.”
Cason lifted away and locked onto her own pale gaze, perhaps to see if she was actually speaking the truth. But there was nothing light in his eyes, and her legs tightened in anticipation at that lustful desire shimmering within steel-blue.
Heat flared once more, his mouth crushed hers, and she was suddenly pinned between the bed and his hard body. Fiery pleasure erupted everywhere their bodies touched, and her back arched as she took his lower lip between her teeth. Hands gripped, fingers dug into skin, and tongues explored everything that could be tasted. It still wasn’t enough.
She wouldn’t beg, wouldn’t give up control, but hells, it might be worth it just to get him inside her.
Brela’s breath caught as his kiss left her mouth, trailing down the hollow of her throat, and then her nipple was between his lips.
She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut at the pleasure streaking through her. Cason flicked his tongue over the hardened peak just as his fingers teased along the waistband of her pants. Sliding under the fabric. Searching and teasing her trembling skin.
Brela writhed as that flaring touch found the heat of her need, fingers teasing her wetness. She might have cursed—she probably cursed—but when his hands and mouth were no longer on her body, she lost all memory of the last few seconds. She blinked to find Cason staring at her.
He swallowed. “Are you sure?”
“Four hells, Cason,yes,” she panted. It was too close to a pleading sound, but it was all she could manage as he smiled and the fingers that had touched her dipped into his mouth.
The temperature rose as his eyes darkened. “And you’re…”
“Yes, I take the preventative, now get these gods-damned clothes off,” Brela ordered.
Cason grinned in approval, and an instant later, her boots had been tugged off, her pants and dagger tossed aside, and his hands were running along the soft skin of her inner thighs. Nudging them apart and teasing her entrance with his fingers again. He lowered his head, eyes gleaming with hunger.
His lips skimmed closer, closer, and then that tongue plunged.
Oh, four hells were not enough for the torment of his mouth on her. She’d never made noises like this, never felt so much sweet delight in giving herself over. Her hands clutched at the blankets, fighting for control over the moans that built with each smooth touch, each expert flick of tongue that left her bucking for more.
She became more desperate as waves grew, and gods, Cason’s tongue was unbearable.Hewas unbearable—ravenous—and that rumble of pleasure he released against her was silken and rough. Heat coursed through her muscles, and she was sure she’d burst into flames.
Cason’s hands tightened on her thighs. She lost the ability to think. And then that burning pleasure finally peaked, pleasure eclipsing every one of her senses.
Delicious, incredible, beautiful rapture.
Her body shuddered against Cason, and he only held firm through each crashing wave and cry, each streak of lightning that ran across her skin and through her veins with release. She might have gasped, likely swore, and then fell limp.
Brela blinked at the ceiling and panted as the lights against her eyes faded.
Four hells, gods above, and everything in between, that was… that was…
Brela swallowed a whimper at the sight of the fire wielder. Never,neverhad she thought she’d be so utterly shattered by that image of Captain Cason Valkip rising from between her legs. Utterly wrecked by that tongue that now ran over his smirking lips, catching every last taste of her.
Without breaking eye contact, he prowled toward her. Cason couldn’t have made crawling over her body look any less tantalizing. She shivered, from the sudden coolness over her skin or the absence of him against her body, she couldn’t be sure. She only wanted that heat again.
He grunted in surprise as she yanked him against her body, craving that missing fire as she captured his mouth.
Hickory smoke and herself. She nearly fluttered in pleasure again at the combination of taste, skin contact, and the feel of his hardness against her stomach. Gods, were his pants still on? That needed to change…quickly.
Brela’s hands worked with efficiency, removing the rest of his clothes and letting him kick them to the floor. And then that hard length of him was gliding against her, pleasure throbbing once again through her body. Her hand found him—oh,gods, Sueta had blessed him—and she guided him toward her entrance.
Cason paused at the tip and tore away from her kiss, sweat gleaming on his brow as he stared down at her.
