He kisses me with hot lips, then slinks away again.
The drum music grows as a group of Drathis on the hill joins in. Jorusk moves to the beat, his wings swaying, gently dipping, and rising with the pulse of the fire pit as if he and the music and the blaze all have a common language.
I glance over at Fieri at the next pit. He’s just as frozen in the heat of Cinuska’s fiery dance as I am in Jorusk’s. He looks awkward, but I give Fieri a thumbs up, which he returns.
Jorusk’s predatory gaze finds me through the flames. The drum beat hits harder and heavier. And I notice the movement of every DrathisandDrathious has paused.
He steps into the fire, inhales, stretches his wings to the sky with his hands, and lets out a primal Rage Roar that is echoed by the thousands of Drath throughout the complex. It ripples through the mirage, deflects off the mountains, even as Jorusk and the others quiet. It is the most powerful sound I’ve everexperienced. I feel it in my heart and thrumming deep into my bones.
He steps out of the fire toward me, leaving the flames behind him. His body smokes. Jorusk strains to catch his breath. Then he takes me by the back of my neck and draws me against his mouth with force. He slides his other hand around my low back and draws my hips against his. He’s raging hard, hot to the touch, and carries the light scent of a smoking matchstick.
The caress of his forked tongue is an addicting sensation, and I can already feel the veins of fire rising in my face to compensate for his scorching touch.
Up on the hill, the king and queen pause their dance to look at us. They whisper, and I’m certain they’re trying to figure out what’s going on. In time, we will talk, but for now, all I want is the sexy as hell Drath who has eyes for only me.
“Want to get out of here?” he asks.
“Just waiting for you to ask.” I envision Jorusk’s bedroom inside DIA and tap the portal in my armor. In a red-hot flash, we leave the fire pits behind and are standing in Jorusk’s room in front of his bed.
“Oh, we are going to use that a lot,” he chuckles.
He deftly removes me from the Hellion suit and finds me still in my regular armor. “Of course, Aura doubled you up.”
“Because I’m pregnant. He didn’t want to risk it.”
Jorusk works quickly to remove my personal armor. “Remind me to kick his electric ass later for letting you go on that mission.”
“Don’t be too hard…”
“Oh, I’mrockhard.” Jorusk bites my bra off, and then lays me back on his bed.
“I meant on Aura…”
His searing fingers glide down my sides and over my hips, where he tears my panties free with his teeth.
“I was pretty insistent,” I admit. “Went a little crazy when you were taken.”
Jorusk glides his steaming tongue over my nub and back between my folds, igniting a wildfire that courses through my nerves, over my flesh, and deep into my soul.
He plays in my folds before suckling me hard and then crawling up to me. Jorusk rakes his teeth up my breasts, grazing my nipples, and sending delicious tides of heat through me.
Jorusk lets his wings rest on the floor as he snakes his arms up behind my back. He kisses my throat, nips at my jaw, then bites my neck, just hard enough to draw a little blood. “You are mine.”
The pain vanishes as my synthetic Inferno rushes to heat the injury and seal it.
His warm breath travels down my neck to my shoulder, where he leaves a long, tender kiss.
“Mine,” he growls with his Inferno-laced voice.
My pussy tightens in anticipation.
He takes my hands, binds them above my head, and sweeps his lips over mine. His eyes lock on mine, filled with the radiant blaze he holds inside.
His hot tip finds my opening.
“I love you, Brynna. To the ends of the universe.”
Then he pushes inside and steals my breath before I can tell him how I feel. Jorusk pushes deeper, stretching my hips, and sending a sweet firestorm coursing through me that carries me into a new kind of heaven.
