Page 36 of Brimstone

“Feeling a little feral there, Osha?”

I hurled one of his boots across the room; it sailed through the ward I’d created, a ripple distorting the air, the sound of it thumping to the floor on the other side blocked out by my unintentional magic. “It’s almost as if youdon’twant to fuck me,” I snarled.

More laughter. This time lower. Rougher. “Oh, believe me. I want to fuck you. Need proof?”

I knelt at the end of the bed and watched as he finally relented and helped with his disrobing, easing his pants slowly down over his hips. I stared, my mouth suddenly drier than the fucking dunes, as that cut muscularVthat dipped down into his groin was exposed . . . and then his cock sprang free.

He was hard all right. Harder than I’d ever seen him. He was so godscursedbig. Fisher kicked out of his pants and tossed them onto the floor, then stacked his hands one on top of the other and wrapped them both around his straining length.

He stared at me, shuttling his hands up, and when he squeezed himself, a bead of pre-cum pearled from his swollen head. “This little bubble you’ve created is trapping your scent, you know,” he said. “The scent of you is driving me fucking crazy.”

I ran my hand between my legs, dipping my fingers past my folds, hissing when I realized how hard he’d made me come when he bit me.

Fisher watched me with hazy eyes, still pumping his hands up and down his cock. “Come. Here.Now,” he ground out.

I obeyed. Not because he didn’t give me a choice. The oath he had bound me with had been broken when I’d died back in Gillethrye. No, I did it because I wanted to.

“Give me those fingers,” he commanded.

I knew perfectly well what he meant by that; I wasn’t even remotely self-conscious as I reached out to his mouth and painted myself all over his lips. He groaned, eyes flashing with need, when I pushed my index and middle finger into his mouth.

“Suck,” I told him.

His eyes rolled back into his head, and Kingfisher of the Ajun Gate, slayer of the last dragon and Lord of Cahlish, obeyedme.

Hot air rushed over the back of my hand as Fisher exhaled hard down his nose.

You’re trying to kill me, he rasped in my mind.

I bent over him, withdrawing my fingers and replacing them, flicking his lips with the tip of my tongue before plunging it into his mouth.

Not kill you, I answered.But maybe Iwilltorture you a little in light of that stunt you just pulled.

Quickly, I straddled him, grabbing him by the wrists and pulling his hands up over his head. He could have fought me. Refused to let me manhandle him. But he didn’t. His cock butted up against my core, but I didn’t slide myself down onto him. Not yet. Positioning myself so the head of his length was pressing right at my entrance, I lowered down a hair’s breadth . . . and then I rocked my hips back an inch, relishing the sight of him squirming.

“Osha,”he said in a warning tone.

I ignored him, lowering my chest, making itveryclear that he needed to be quiet and pay more attention to my breasts, which were nowrightin his face.

He didn’t hold back. My right nipple was trapped between his teeth in the next breath. I let out a hiss of pain as he bit down—not enough to cause real pain, but enough to send a shock wave chasing along my nerve endings. As quickly as he had clamped down, he released, swirling his tongue over the pink bud reverently, as if to make up for the discomfort he’d caused.

When I sink all the way down onto your cock, you’re not allowed to touch me, I informed him.

I’m just a male, he answered in an agonized tone.I’ve never worked a miracle in my life. What gives you . . . the impression I’d be able to start . . . working them now?

Your stubborn nature.I lowered one more inch.If you touch me, I win.

Fuck, Saeris, he snarled. I was rocking now, rolling my hips the smallest amount, working the head of his cock in and out of my pussy. “You have any idea how fucking incredible you look right now?” He spoke these words out loud, and his voice was so raw. Full of need. The sound of it lit a fire in me that promised to burn forever.

“Cruel,cruelfemale,” he chided.

Oh, if he thought this was cruel, then he was probably going to brand me pure evil for what I wasaboutto do. I undulated against him, lowering yet another inch, and when he hissed through his teeth, cursing in Old Fae, I swept down and plunged my canines into his neck.

That was when I sank down onto him . . .all the way to the hilt.

I didn’t draw on him. Didn’t fucking move. I paused there, pulsing around him from the inside, listening to his breath stutter as I let my venom pour into his veins.

He went rigid beneath me. “Saeris.” The warning was calm, but there was heat in that word.Careful.