It’s like fire is consuming my chest. It’s pressing and perfect.
It’s fleeting, though.
His big palm grips my jaw, and he breaks the kiss, holding my throat in his hands while he pulls back to really look at the lust in my eyes that I couldn’t hide if I wanted to. Our heavy breaths clash, and I almost think he’ll kick me back down again with another harsh comment that stings more than I’ll ever admit.
But instead, his grip tightens, and he pulls me back to him with a faint brush of our lips that ignites much deeper inside me. It tingles through every single part of my body until it coils tight between my thighs.
His other palm sneaks beneath my back, and his leg comes up higher between mine as he lifts me. He sits us up with ease. I gasp against his light kiss, but he settles me carefully onto his lap, taking his time to drag me by my hips and slide every part of my wet panties against the hard shaft straining beneath his jeans. Both hands grip my hips, nails biting into my skin as he guides me against his thrusts. His hardness grinds into me just right, sliding up and pounding hard just as he hits my clit. Spirals of tangled energy shiver through me, and I hold his smooth shoulders and let him control my body, control my pleasure, control every fucking thing about me.
When he slaps my ass with a stinging snap of his palm, I gasp and instinctively sink my teeth into his lower lip like the pain should be repaid. His hold on me tightens, and the motion of his hips and mine become more fervent. More demanding. More delicious.
My heart pulls like a string attached to it is being corded too tightly. It’s a familiar feeling that I ignore in search of a release I feel rising high inside myself.
Moans and slapping sounds of rough, consuming sex surround us, and it fuels me as I think about what it’d feel like with Zaviar.
How his thick shaft would fill me, stretch my walls, and make me cum with the perfect angles he seems to know more about than even I do.
His mouth leaves mine, and he kisses down my jaw and over my throat. His teeth drag lightly at the base of my neck, and then he sinks in hard, the straining outline of his cock pounding against my clit at the very same time. I gasp. My spine arches. Energy wracks my body.
He thrusts hard as he bites again.
And again.
And again.
My orgasm shatters over me in trembling waves that leave me curled into his chest as he continues to pound his own release against mine.
Cutting breaths part my lips while my lashes flutter with a hooded look clouding my eyes. His own sated gaze stares back at me, a sexy look I’ve never seen in his pretty irises before.
Fuck, he’s sexy.
We sit quietly, both of us mostly clothed while we caress the hot planes of each other’s bodies.
It’s . . . almost nice.
As long as neither of us speak, we might actually like each other.
Who knew?
That tugging demand on my heart rears up inside me, and I close my eyes against the pain of it. It’s like heartache.
That’s probably what it really is.
When fated mates are close, but not touching, your heart feels it. It’s a sharp pain like a knife dividing your soul inch by inch, but it’ll never fully be severed.
I hate that feeling. Especially right now. While everything is so close to perfect for once in my life. I hate it so fucking much.
Because it means Krave is here.
And he wants to see me.
14
Come 4 Krave
Krave
The noise in my head starts to scatter around the room in the form of chanting smoky illusions. Transparent people circle me; they’re my own thoughts, but it’s easier for me to think when I export them into the open. Making space in my mind is something I have to focus on, and if I want her to remember I exist at all, I’ll need to focus.
Why does she make me chase her like this? It is a fun game, I’ll admit. One she’s put me through for years.
But two years’ worth of glittering blue balls is not a good time. Not at all.
“Aries,” I whisper like a song. Sometimes I try to summon her the way she summons me, but our relationship is very one-sided.
“Aries,” I sing once more, my voice getting lost in the chants of my friends stomping around me in fumes of inky smoke.
“Ari—”
The polished office door flings open so hard, I’m afraid the hinges might burst on impact.
“What! What do you want, Krave?” Her screaming anger sends a sensual shiver down my spine, and I see it the moment she notices my thoughts circling me.
Her anger dissolves into muddled confusion.
Three child-sized demons stride circles around me from where I sit cross-legged on the floor. Each one of them hold signs like a protestor prepared to stand up for what they deserve.
The signs read:
Come
4
Krave
It’s written in the slashing, messy handwriting that I have had for the past six centuries, but I know she can read it perfectly.
And if she can’t, well, my little friends make their position painfully clear to her.
“What do we want?” one of the little smoke demons yells.
“Cum!” the others answer.
“When do we want it?”
“Whenever Aries is willing to give it, at the most opportune time, but whenever suits her needs best, of course,” they all rattle, out of unison like the messy thoughts of my mind that they are.
Her lips part as if she might try to make sense of the demonic protestors, but they start right back up.
“What do we want?”
“Cum!”
“When do we want it?”
“Whenever Aries is willing to give it, at the most opportune—”
“Stop! Stop it!” She stomps through the room, and literally crushes my thoughts with the sharp heel of her sexy shoes.
The chanting stops as smoke wafts up around her bare curves, the silk of her panties, the round perfection of her tits. Then I notice the gleaming black horns twirling up from her strange black hair. They’d be beautiful against her natural silver locks.
They are beautiful. She’s beautiful.
Untouchably beautiful.
“Nice to see you, too, love,” I say to her. I don’t dare reach out to her hips that are right in front of me.
“Why—why did you spell come like that?” She distractedly tries to sort through what’s most urgent in her mind.
I, too, try to find the reasoning that I left lying around somewhere in my thoughts.
“It seemed more professional at the time. More I-want-you-to-take-my-mind-minions-seriously. Yes, I want to fuck you in a romantic way, not an erotic way.” I nod to myself.
She glares down on me with the full force of her annoyance.
I shove off from the floor because I can’t take another second of smelling her freshly fucked pussy any longer. I can smell the wetness of her panties and a masculine scent staining her flawless skin.
Did he fuck her? Does she cum for other men the way she cums for me? Did he make her legs shake and her whole-body tremble like good and evil will collide if she doesn’t find her release with me and me alone? Does she . . . does she love him?
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Aries?” I flick my demon-dusted index finger out and twirl a long lock of her black hair around my digit until my magic infects hers, and it chases out the unnatural color.