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Her power spikes hard through the bond, siren heat wrapping around my hellfire until I can barely think straight.

She’s close already. I can feel it in the way her body tightens, the way her breath turns ragged against my neck. I keep her pinned to the wall and work her harder, my mouth at her ear, letting her feel every rough breath I can’t turn into words. My cock is throbbing against her thigh, desperate for relief, but this—watching her come apart for me right here against the side of the clubhouse—is better than anything.

Echo’s fingers dig into my shoulders. “Carnage… fuck… I’m—”

I feel the exact second she breaks. Her whole body locks up, a broken cry muffled against my neck as she comes around my fingers, shaking, her power flaring so bright it raises every hair on my arms. I work her through it, slowing only when she starts to tremble from oversensitivity, then ease my hand free and bring my fingers to my mouth.

She watches me do it, her eyes half-lidded and dark.

I don’t smile. I just kiss her again, letting her taste herself on my tongue, and grind against her once more so she knows exactly how hard I still am.

Echo’s voice is wrecked when she speaks, “Inside. Now. Before I let you fuck me right here against this wall.”

I shake my head, and I kiss her harder, one hand already shoving her jeans and underwear down her thighs. Echo helps, kicking one leg free so I can get between them properly. The second the night air hits her, I feel her shiver—part cold, part pure need.

My jeans are next—belt, button, zipper—I shove them down just far enough to free my cock, and the second it brushes against her, she gasps into my mouth. I pause, my forehead against hers, giving her one last chance to change her mind about the location.

“Here,” she breathes. “Right-fucking-here.”

That’s all I need.

I hitch her up again, line myself up, and slowly push in. The heat of her is immediate, tight, and fucking perfect. Echo’s head drops back against the wall with a broken sound as I sink deeper, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. My hellfire surges hard, answering the sharp flare of her power, and for a second, I have to lock every muscle to keep from losing it.

She feels so fucking good.

I start moving, deep, controlled thrusts that pin her harder against the wall with every stroke. Echo’s legs tighten around my waist, her heels digging into my back, urging me on. One of her hands is still in my hair, the other braces against the rough brick behind her.

“Harder,” she whispers, and I give it to her.

The pace picks up. Skin on skin, the wet sound of every thrust, her quiet moans mixing with the low growls I can’t hold back and also can’t hear. My hands grip her ass, holding her exactly where I want her while I fuck up into her. Every time I bottom out, her power spikes through the bond, wrapping around my hellfire until the air between us feels charged enough to spark.

She’s close again. I can feel it in the way she tightens around me, the way her breath turns short and sharp against my neck.

I shift the angle, dragging against that spot that makes her cry out, and keep hitting it. My mouth finds the side of her throat, my teeth grazing the silver scars as I drive into her harder.

“Carnage, fuck, don’t stop—”

I couldn’t if I tried.

The pressure builds fast. Her power surges to meet mine, the two of them twisting tighter with every thrust. Echo’s nails dig into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Her head tips back, her mouth open, and the second she starts to come, I feel the exact moment her control snaps.

She clamps down around me, a broken cry tearing out of her as the orgasm hits. The force of it rips through our bond, dragging me straight over the edge with her. I slam in deep and stay there, coming hard, every muscle locking as the release tears through me.

Hellfire and siren song collide.

The fucking ground moves.

A violent tremor punches beneath my boots, rattling the clubhouse hard enough that I throw an arm against the wall to keep us upright. The security lights flicker overhead as the shock rolls outward, disappearing beneath the yard in a deep rumble I can feel long after the ground stops shaking.

Water explodes around us.

It bursts from nowhere, hundreds of droplets filling the air before catching in the grip of Echo’s power. For one second, they hang there beneath the security lights, suspended around us, before the whole thing starts to spin.

Faster.

Harder.

Water whips around our bodies in sweeping arcs, slamming against the clubhouse and exploding across the gravel while somehow leaving us untouched in the middle of it. My hellfire surges in answer, heat rolling off my skin until steam starts curling wherever fire and water meet.