Emerald Fire (7 page)

While uncommon, male demons had been known to become territorial when faced with a rival. Protocol dictated, when there were two potential mates, the first male had the right to be present when the second male and the female had their first sexual encounter. He could even partake if he desired or simply watch to make sure the other didn’t bond the woman against her will.

Did he want to be there when the other man brought her pleasure? Part of him said this was the perfect opportunity to walk away and continue on with his loner existence. He carried too much baggage, and she deserved better than that. Then there was the half of him that longed to have her by his side. To once again wake up each morning with his mate next to him. To love and be loved in return.

Sarah led him across the room to a king-size bed then turned to face him. She tugged on his shirt, freeing it from his jeans. Pushing her hands underneath, she ran her fingers along his abs and up his chest. Her warm strokes stoked his fire even more. He reached for her breast, but his hand was shoved away.

“No touching,” she whispered.

“That’s going to be rather difficult for me,” he growled, wondering what kind of game she would play with him.

She pulled his shirt up and over his head then tossed it to the floor. Nipping and licking, she blazed a trail of fire along his chest. He fisted her hair. “See, I can’t help but touch you.”

“I can fix that.” Her lips formed into a smile so wicked he wanted to run his tongue along the full, pink flesh.

She grabbed his belt buckle, and before he could exhale, she had his pants slid down around his ankles. The woman was going to be unstoppable. He stepped out of his pants, his erection jutting forward. Sarah wrapped her hand around its girth and slid along his length.

He moaned, closing his lids halfway. “You still have your clothes on.”

“Uh huh. I need you on the bed.” Her voice was low and sultry, and he would have done anything she asked at that moment.

Brock took the three steps to the bed and crawled across it. Lying in the middle, he waited for her next move. It wasn’t long before her intent was made clear. Sarah reached for his right wrist then pulled his arm above his head. Something soft touched his skin.

“You do realize I can break your bonds—unless, of course, these are encased with some kind of magic I don’t detect.” He hid his amusement. So his little dove intended to take control? The thought caused his cock to throb harder.

“Of course, I know that.” She crawled over him to reach his other wrist, letting her hair tickle his chest in the process. “However, escape will be the last thing on your mind.” A mischievous glint sparked in her blue eyes. “That I promise.”

He shuddered with anticipation.

Once she had him secure, she moved off the bed and stood at his feet, giving him the perfect view. She fondled the hem of her tank top then lifted slowly until just a hint of tanned flesh peeked out. Inch by agonizing inch, she raised the pink fabric until it was over her head then tossed it to the floor. The red bra she wore barely covered her nipples, leaving the soft swell of her breasts exposed.

Brock licked his lips, remembering the taste of her rosy buds in his mouth.

She reached for the tie in her hair and slipped it free then gave her head a shake so the dark curls spilled across her shoulders. She moistened her lips until they glistened.

He groaned, imagining the glossy, plump flesh wrapped around his cock and him filling her mouth with his seed. “This is sheer torture you know.”

Sarah ran her palms along her waist and across her stomach until her fingers had hold of the button to her pants. “It’s intended to be torture.” She batted her lashes. “But in a seductive way.”

In slow motion, she unbuttoned the capris then lowered the zipper. Her fingers disappeared under the denim and pushed the pants to the floor. With the grace of a ballerina she stepped free and kicked them aside.

Brock’s breathing increased. Before him was a goddess, clad in a bra and matching panties. He wanted to rip them off her body with his teeth. His mouth watered, and he ached to run his tongue along every soft curve. Needed to slip his cock between her long, silky thighs and fuck her until she screamed. He could break free and do those things and more. However, he was actually enjoying the torture and wanted to see what she would do next.

He didn’t have long to wait before her hands were again running along her golden flesh. Up across her toned abs, to her breasts where she cupped and pushed them together. She slipped the straps of her bra down her shoulders. With one hand placed across her breasts, the other reached around back and undid the clasp. The fabric fell, but she kept it from going too far.

“Damn, darlin’, you’re killing me. Let me see those beautiful breasts.”

She smiled. “Say please.”

“Shit. Please, and if you come closer, I promise to worship them.”

She let out a giggle. “You’re such a good boy.” She dropped the bra to the floor, palmed her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her head tipped back, and a moan escaped. Sarah slid her right hand down her slim waist until her fingers moved beneath the fabric of her panties. Brock could tell by her gasp and the way her body trembled she had dipped a finger into her channel.

All the blood rushed from other parts of his body and straight to his cock. The throbbing verged of painful, yet he refused to take his eyes off the woman in front of him. “God, Sarah, take the damn panties off, and let me watch you. I want to see how wet you are.”

“You want to watch?” she whispered. “Fine, I’ll let you watch.”

She slipped the panties off and moved closer. She crawled across him then settled herself between his spread thighs and leaned against the footboard of the bed. She parted her beautiful legs and treated him with a wide-open view of her glistening pussy. The bare, pink flesh taunted him, reminding him of the sweet taste it had left on his tongue the last time he’d buried his head there.

She glided her fingers between the folds, spreading the moisture around, then pulled the pink flesh apart and dipped into her depths. The other hand moved to her clit and strummed the swollen nub. Her breathing became erratic. It wouldn’t be long before he would be witness to her orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His own breaths became ragged, and the louder her moans the more pain shot down the shaft of his cock. “God, I want to fuck you.”

His words seemed to throw her into a frenzy as she dipped a second finger, pushing deep. Twisting and plunging, she made eye contact with him. Her gaze traveled down his abdomen to his rigid cock. She flicked her tongue out as if wanting to taste the clear fluid that seeped out to coat the tip of his shaft.

Her muscles tensed. She threw her head back and bucked her hips as the orgasm pulled her into its grip. He inhaled the scent of her arousal, could almost taste it on the back of his tongue. Her body relaxed, and the quivers ceased. When her blue, crystalline gaze met his, it was filled with desire. This woman was nowhere near done.

Positioning herself to her knees, she wrapped her fingers, still glistening with her cream, around his throbbing flesh. He fought for oxygen. His body went tense with apprehension when she leaned in closer. So close her hot breath bathed his cock and threatened to scorch him. She parted her lips and flicked her tongue out, tasting his pre-cum but not touching him. He clenched his fists.

“Fuck woman. I have a mind to break these bonds then shove my cock so deep inside you you’ll forget your name.”

Sarah leaned back, her brow arched. “Do that, demon, and you’ll miss the real fun.” She reached under the bed and brought back a bottle of chocolate syrup.

“Oh, what a wicked woman you are.” Brock tried to tamp down his desire to a more manageable level. Otherwise, he’d blow a gasket within seconds.

She snapped open the top, flipped the bottle upside down and let the dark thick goo coat the tip of his cock and run down his shaft. His dick jerked, but he was unsure if it was from the sensation of the chocolate or the anticipation of what was next.

Setting the bottle aside, she leaned closer and touched her tongue to his tip, igniting an inferno in his veins.

He gasped and thrust his hips.

She flashed a seductive grin right before running her tongue from the base of his shaft to the head. She scraped chocolate into her mouth on a moan. She repeated the process all the way around his cock, licking it like a treasured lollipop until finally her lips encompassed him and sucked his shaft to the back of her throat. The sensation overwhelmed him, causing him to dig his nails into his palms. Stars flashed, he went dizzy with desire but fought his release. He wanted to enjoy every second with this beautiful female.

Power consumed Sarah, but it wasn’t the magic. No, it was a raw kind that filled a woman who held all the control. She knew Brock wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. His desire burned like a fire through him, and it was all because of her. She dug her nails into his thighs and worked his shaft. The sensation flooded moisture to her already hot sheath as she slid her tongue along the velvet skin of his cock. It took all her reserve not to climb on and ride him until they both went over the edge. She’d hold out. He was not like a human male and could stay erect for hours.

Sarah raked her nails along his balls and sucked him deep, swallowing in the process. He arched his back and let out a moan. So close, she felt the swell of the head of his cock so she quickened her pace.

He pulled on his restraints. The muscles of his abdomen and thighs flexed until they were rock hard. His lids slid shut, and his moans became louder. “Darlin’, I’m gonna fill your mouth.”

She felt the first pulse followed by his salty goodness. She continued her pumping action until she had squeezed every drop from his manhood. When she was positive there was no more, she let his cock pop free of her mouth. “You enjoy?”

He stared back at her through lids at half-mast. “Holy hell, woman. It was spectacular.”

“Good. I’m not done with you yet.” She traced the hard lines of his abdomen with her tongue, noting how each muscle tightened under her ministrations. Sarah moved up his chest, the skin smooth and free of hair as was typical of their males. She stopped to suckle a nipple, eliciting a moan.

Unable to wait a second longer, she nipped his bottom lip as she straddled him. He tried to thrust his hips toward her, but she held herself just out of reach. He parted his mouth and pushed his tongue out to run along her lips. It was her turn to moan. The way he affected her…it was more than sexual. Sarah felt her heart slipping away from her control, and she’d only known this man for a couple of days.

Their mouths fused, and she pushed her tongue past his lips, sweeping and tasting as she slid her pussy down his cock. They groaned in unison. He was a perfect fit, made just for her. She moved up then down, the motion rubbing her G-spot, causing her to clench.

Brock pulled on his tether again, his jaw tightening. “You have no idea how bad I want to sink my fingertips into your ass cheeks and work you up and down my cock.”

She smiled. “Am I not moving fast enough for you?” She stopped with him fully inside her and rocked her hips.

He lifted off the bed as if trying to get in even deeper. “You’re driving me crazy with need is what you’re doing. Play with yourself and let me watch.”

“Oh, I like how you think.” Without hesitation, she moved her right hand to her clit and her left to her nipple. She hovered, ready to spill over the edge into a sea of ecstasy. Energy vibrated off her skin, firing nerve endings she didn’t know she had. It took her a moment to realize it was Brock who stroked her with his magic.

Her body tensed as the first wave lifted her toward the heavens then dropped her back to earth in a shattering orgasm. After what seemed an eternity, she calmed slightly, but Brock still thrust, and she wondered when he had broken his bonds and gripped her hips. She tried to meet his gaze through the fog that surrounded her but found it difficult to focus.

“Come for me again,” he commanded, his rhythm increasing.

“Oh god,” she screamed.

Brock yelled out, his orgasm wrapping around her and pulling her into the light. Bright colors exploded before her eyes then faded away. She lay atop him. His arms encircled her. His heartbeat matched her own, and their breaths synchronized. She wondered if this was the beginning of their bond. Deep down, she wondered if he’d break her heart, because damn it, she was indeed falling in love with him.

“You okay?” he asked in a breathy voice.

“Mmm. I thought the last time was fantastic. Shit, was I ever wrong. This was mind blowing.” She planted her palms on his chest and pushed herself up to look at him. “Wait, you commanded me to have an orgasm. I’ve had sex with our kind before, and none ever did that.”

“A connection is beginning to form between us.”

She blinked several times and tried to clear her mind. Wasn’t this what she’d wanted all along? For some reason, apprehension filled her. Could she be what he needed? However, more important, would she be what he wanted? She laid her head back on his chest. The rhythm of his heart caused her lids to flutter shut. A quick nap then she could think with a clear mind.

Chapter Eight

Brock sipped his coffee, watching Sarah while she wiped down the counter after making them breakfast. Last night had been unlike any he’d ever experienced unless he counted Mina. He’d never controlled a woman’s orgasm except for hers, and now in the light of day, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

He had a second chance standing right in front of him. Any other man would be honored and thrilled to have Sarah as his mate. She was not only beautiful on the outside, but the inside as well. The woman had a heart of gold. She’d given him friendship well before either of them knew they might be mates. Not many others would have offered to help him tear apart his past and bury it once and for all. Yet, she had.