Pyromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 1)

She smiled. “Good.”

“You mean that too?” he asked in husky voice, pushing her down.

“I already told you.”

His hair fell around her face. “Say it again.”

“I want to stay.”

Stretching out over her, he covered her body with his. “Why?”

“Because nothing about how I feel has changed.”

A smile plucked at his lips. “You’ll still be my stalker?”

“Probably until forever.”

“Mm.” He lowered his mouth to hers. “I think I can live with that.”

When he pressed their lips together, it was desperate, a reminder they were both alive. Cupping her face, he tangled their tongues. His breath tickled her ears and her throat, his teeth staking claims as he marked her skin. She moaned when he shifted down to kiss her nipple. His mouth was hot and wet, his fingers deft as he parted her folds. Without warning, he slipped two fingers inside, making her inner muscles clench around the intrusion.

“I should wait,” he said.

“Don’t.”

He pulled out his fingers slowly and slid them in fast, a rhythm that soon had her crazy with need. She gripped his hair when he moved down her body and buried his head between her thighs. She couldn’t wait either. His tongue joined his fingers to drive her into a frenzy of desire. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build. She kept his gaze, showing him what he was doing to her.

“Please,” she whispered.

He obliged by scraping his teeth over her clit. She came around his fingers with a gasp, her lips parting in a silent moan. The release was instantaneous, over too quickly.

Satisfaction blazed in his eyes when he brought his fingers to her lips. “Taste yourself, how sweet you are.”

She opened, letting him slide two fingers inside her mouth.

His gaze turned dark. “Suck them for me.”

She flicked her tongue around the tips, gently biting down on the pads. His eyes changed to that mercurial color that meant delicious trouble. In a second, she was flipped onto her stomach. He lifted her hips, positioning her on her hands and knees.

He stroked his palms over her back in an impatient caress before taking her hands and placing them on the headboard. “Hold on.”

Gripping her hips, he held her in place. The head of his cock nudged her entrance. The crest parted her wet folds. He slipped in easily, moving in shallow strokes that made her turn even slicker.

“Take a breath,” he said, tightening his fingers on her hips.

She’d barely filled her lungs before he plunged forward, giving her all of him, taking everything.

The pleasure was overwhelming, exquisite, almost too much. He pulled back and drove home, over and over, until she thought she’d pass out from the intense sensations that blinded her vision. He yanked her to him as he slammed his groin against her ass, his breathing fast and uneven.

A second orgasm built even faster than the first. She came with a cry while he pivoted his hips faster. Her knees gave out. She collapsed onto the bed as he gave a final, hard thrust that made her back arch. His groan was raw and primal. He convulsed, pushing deeper, keeping himself locked inside her until both their bodies went slack. He fell over her, keeping his weight on his arms, his breathing hard and his lips warm on her neck. She felt complete. She didn’t want him to move. She didn’t want the perfect moment to end.

Too soon, he turned them on their sides. Regret stole over his features. The gray of his eyes seemed paler as he studied her face. “Cain is waiting. We can’t put it off much longer.”

Her stomach clenched. “There’s a lot to talk about.”

He got up and offered her a hand. “Come here.”

She put her palm in his.

“Whatever happens,” he said, helping her to her feet, “I’m not going to leave you. You’re my family now.”

Family. A chill crept up like a shadow, invading her heart, when she recalled Lupien’s words. “Lupien said something.”

At the mention of Lupien’s name, his jaw set into a hard line.

“He said all the mothers of the babies like me die at birth,” she continued.

Anger flashed across his face as the implication registered. He wanted children, but it might be the one thing she could never give him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He grabbed her wrists. “Don’t ever say sorry again. Listen to me.” He tightened his grip. “We’ll check it out to be sure the bastard didn’t lie, and if it’s true, we’ll make damn sure you never fall pregnant.”

“My mother…” She licked her dry lips. “Is that why she died?”

Something flickered in his eyes. “Let’s not make assumptions before we have all the facts.”

He was hiding something. She pulled free. “Did Lann’s mother pass away when she gave birth?”

He clenched his jaw. “Yes.”

“And Maya’s?”

There was a small pause. “Yes.”

It was true. “I see.”

Concern tightened his features. “When did you have your last period?”