“Need some help, sir?” she asks with laughter tingeing her tone, and I growl.
I bury my cock in her, gritting my teeth to stop myself from recklessly pounding into her. She pushes back with every thrust, not noticing my hesitancy. When she begs me to go harder, faster, my breath stutters in my chest and I oblige. Bolts of lightning crack across my skin as I hurtle closer to the edge of oblivion.
When her fingers curl into the dark clouds by her head, I know she’s close. Without slowing, I slide my hand around to play with her clit. Instead, I find her own fingers there. I place mine on top of hers, giving the extra pressure she’s craving. I sink my teeth into her ribs, wishing she was facing me. I wantto watch her eyes roll back in her head again, knowing I brought her to new heights.
“Come for me,” I command through gritted teeth.
She spasms around my cock, her body tensing under me while she soaks our thighs with her pleasure. Her hand goes limp along with the rest of her, and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too far. Mist fills our little bubble, cooling her skin, and she sighs. I grip her hips once more and tip my head back as I relish the feeling of her pussy clinging to me as I surge into her again and again.
“Dimitri,” she says, her voice barely a whisper on the wind. “Please.”
I don’t know what she’s asking for. I wrap an arm around her waist and my hand around her throat before hauling her upright. I hold her lightly, and her pussy quivers around me.
“Touch yourself,” I growl, and immediately her hand drops between her legs.I drive into her, mesmerized by the sight of her.
A choked sob leaves her, and she stops. “I can’t.”
I press a kiss to her jaw, right above my fingers. “You can and you will.”
“Demanding,” she gasps as I take over, brushing my thumb over her clit.
Within seconds sparks fly around us, and she grabs my wrist. I expect her to pull my hand away from her throat, yet she squeezes and keeps me in place. I flex my fingers and press harder into her sensitive bud. I grunt as she spasms around me one more time, and I follow her into oblivion. Thunder cracks and lightning crashes around us. My magic’s never been this out of control while being with someone. It’s her. It has to be. I’ll accept nothing less.
She slumps in my grip, and I lower her to the fluffy magical bed. The clouds dissipate around us, and the song of the lavaflowers fills the air. I collapse next to her and haul her closer until she’s wrapped around me. She hums as I skim my palm up and down her back. Whatever secrets we hold between us, at least we got this right. Something primitive wakes up inside me, and I bury my nose in her hair.
I could definitely get used to this.
If someone had told me a year ago I’d be snuggled up to a demon in my bed while staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars Lark stuck on the ceiling, I would have laughed.
Then the guilt crashes down on me. While I was off meeting dragons and having a salacious time with Dimitri, my sister’s still missing. She could be in trouble, kidnapped, hurt, or worse. I’d know if she was dead, but that’s a small consolation when I think about it. Which I try not to.
As soon as Dimitri showed up, I sloughed off all my responsibilities. I let him distract me with his erratic magic and curse and body. If I was a good sister, I would have been laser-focused on finding her. It wouldn’t matter if I was at a dead end. In fact, I should have been using Dimitri to find answers. The thought leaves an icky taste in my mouth.
I don’t want tousehim, per se. But when fate drops a demon in your lap, you probably shouldn’t ignore their usefulness. Still, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to wake him up to demandhe help me. His proposal all those moons ago isn’t looking too bad right now. I should have taken him up on it then.
Too stubborn.
“Fuck you,” I breathe, and Dimitri stirs underneath my hand. I’m half-draped over his body and acutely aware how naked we both are. Which I shouldn’t be. This shouldn’t be awkward at all. We had sex in the middle of a dragon dimension and then again on my bedroom floor when we couldn’t quite make it to the bed. My knees still hurt, yet I can’t bring myself to regret it. Doesn’t erase the guilt, though.
“Morning, spitfire,” he murmurs, sleep lining his voice.
“Evening,” I whisper, then clear my throat. “I’m going to go shower.” Better to lie than tell him I have to pee.
He squeezes my hip, then unwinds his arm from my waist. I roll straight off the mattress, and my foot slips on an abandoned piece of clothing—underwear. His fingers brush my bare ass, and I hurry to right myself before he can “save” me. The last thing I need is a concussion.
I spend an exorbitant amount of time in the bathroom. Part of me wishes I had used the other one. I would have had to go into Lark’s bedroom, and I’m not ready to face allthatagain. I’ll have to before long to search for clues. I’m still trying to figure out if I should do that before or after asking Dimitri about the summoning circle when the door pops open.
Dimitri fills the doorframe, his cock out in full glory and a scowl on his face. No, not a scowl—he’s pissed. Very fucking pissed. I thought I’d seen him angry when Providence popped in. This is way beyond that.
“Want to explain why you lied?” he growls, his voice duplicating—layering on top of one another until the sound echoes throughout the small space. My chest tightens and my head spins at the intensity.
Slowly, I inch open the shower door and reach for my towel. He snatches it away, and it bursts into flames. Within seconds, ashes rain to the floor, and I swallow hard. He crooks his finger, and I step gingerly onto the thick black mat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He jabs his finger in the general direction of the rest of the house. “You’ve got a whole fucking room dedicated to sorcery and necromancy. Tell me, when did you learn how to slip into Hell? Was that before or after you cursed me?”
“What? I didn’t curse you. I can barely brew a healing potion, much less curse someone.”
