Page 26 of Stormbringer (Tracthesian Academy #1)

M arc watched as Wayla gulped in air. Hellion was still kissing her pussy, thighs, and lower stomach with his fingers still deep inside of her, and Marc saw her shuddering on and off from aftershocks.

It seemed that she was pulling new kinks out of him. His cock ached fiercely, and he usually would have preferred to be the one on the bed, but seeing Wayla break was better than anything he could have imagined.

He could handle being on the sidelines every once in a while, it seemed. At least it gave him the opportunity to pay attention to every little reaction of her body. There were definitely things he would have missed if it had been his head buried in her pussy.

He bit back a grin, got up, and then leaned in to suck her right nipple into his mouth. She’d almost grabbed her own tits earlier, but got distracted. Wayla groaned pleadingly. Whether the plea was for more, or mercy, was unclear.

Marc swirled his tongue around her nipple and then gave the same attention to her other breast. This time the moan was definitely for more. Her whole body rolled in time with his suckling, she was fucking herself on Hellion’s fingers, and Marc was sure Hellion had no complaints.

Well, maybe he wished he had his cock inside of her instead.

“Please,” Wayla moaned, sounding desperate. Marc lifted his head to see her feverish eyes meet his.

“What do you need, sparkle?”

“Cock! I need someone’s goddam cock in me now.”

“You want to do the honors, Hellion?” Marc asked, not taking his eyes away from Wayla. She was on edge, biting her lip hard, and Marc frowned. “Wayla?”

She shook her head and whimpered.

“Wayla, what’s wrong?” Now he was getting worried. She gasped, and her eyes started to glaze over as more whimpers escaped her. “Talk to me, sparkle.”

She gulped in more air, blinked rapidly to clear her eyes, and then looked pleadingly at him. “The party. Power buildup. I need to burn it out.”

“Hellion,” Marc snapped.

“On it,” he replied, and the relief washing over Wayla’s face as he thrust inside of her eased Marc’s worry.

There were ways to burn off power buildups. Sex was one of the more pleasurable options. Fighting was another. They could discuss why she was even suffering power buildup to begin with later. Much later, probably.

He leaned down to toy with her nipples again, and Wayla clung to him. Her bed was way too narrow for him to get on it with Hellion, so he knelt on the floor and focused on taking care of her.

This time it didn’t take that long to drive her to an orgasm, and Marc had a feeling it was because she wasn’t fighting it off this time.

“Keep fucking her,” he murmured to Hellion as he got back to his feet. If she was burning off power at this rate, she would be wrecked by the time she was done.

He had just slipped into the main room when one of the other doors opened and the woman who had let him in stepped out.

“Um, Ginny, right?”

She nodded, tilted her head, listened, and then nodded again. “Good that there are two of you.”

Marc quirked a brow, but didn’t say anything. Ginny sighed, looking torn.

“Look, I’m not usually one to blab, but she gathered residue from one attack and seven shields. All of them heir apparent or powerhouse level.”

Marc choked a bit.

“Yeah, I thought that information might be relevant,” Ginny said. “I put some sports drinks in the fridge and we have some food, but you might want to order in reinforcements.”

“Thank you. You are a good friend,” Marc finally found his voice.

“I try. Di and Chrissy are going to be out the rest of the night. Come find me if you need something.”

“I’ll call in said reinforcements. If you could let Jarred in when he arrives…”

“Just Jarred?”

“Just him.” Marc frowned and then nodded. “Well, just him for now. I’ll let you know if that changes?”

“Works for me,” Ginny replied and pointed to the fridge.

“Get something to drink, she’s going to need it.

I once went through a buildup of four strong ones, and that was bad enough.

Well, good, but bad. You get what I mean?

” She shook her head. “I’m rambling when I’m nervous.

You wouldn’t know, it affects females differently. ”

“I know about power buildups,” Marc tried to assure her, but she just shook her head.

“It drives females a little harder, less body mass to disperse it or something, and she’s so small. Make sure it’s truly burned out or it’ll start just building up again.”

“Okay,” Marc agreed easily. Ginny still didn’t seem satisfied, but she didn’t persist any further.

“I’ll let Jarred in,” was all she said, and then disappeared back into her room. Marc got two bottles out of the fridge and then pulled out his phone. It rang only once before Jarred picked up.

“What’s wrong?”

“You heard what happened at the party?” Marc asked.

“Yeah, the highlights version at least. Is she all right?” It sounded like Jarred was pacing, or stomping around.

“No. Yes—”

“What is—”

“She’s dealing with a power buildup,” Marc cut in quickly. “She’s fine, but it was a lot. Hellion is keeping her occupied at the moment.”

“Okay?”

“I need you to gather all the things we’ll need to take care of her. Food, drinks, massage oils. Fuck, anything you can think of, okay?”

“Yes, sure,” Jarred immediately replied and then kinda choked out a laugh. “I bet lots of lube won’t hurt. Good thing we went shopping today.”

“You what? No, never mind. Just get your ass over here asap. Ginny will let you in.”

“I’ll grab a change of sheets too. I don’t want to go through her stuff looking for a set when she ends up unconscious,” Jarred said, worry tinging his voice. Marc didn’t point out that he was assuming a lot, but then he relived the feverish glimmer in her eyes and silently agreed.

“Just hurry up, man.” Marc hung up. He took several deep breaths to calm his racing heart. It wasn’t like he was used to sharing the women he slept with his friends. Or dealing with power buildups with a woman like Wayla. She was a storm spirit, for fucks sake. She really needed to learn shielding.

No matter how much he tried to focus on that or anything else, the pull he felt toward Wayla urged him on.

He would—he needed—do anything he could to help Wayla.

A voice at the back of his mind snorted.

Like fucking a gorgeous woman unconscious was such a hardship.

That got his feet moving, and Marc returned to Wayla’s room.