Spark of Intent

by Harper Wylde

  “What the hell is a fluffle?” If he was going to keep using Scottish terms, I was going to need a dictionary.

  “Ciar, I swear to God.” Killian’s fists were clenched, and if he wouldn’t have had to push me out of the way, I expected he would have lunged for his brother. “You know I hate that word.”

  Ciar pushed the hoddie at me, indicating that I should pull it on. “Aw, Kill. Every bunny needs a fluffle! If you won’t let me be in your fluffle, at least let her be. Please, Nix, try it on. Go on.” He waved at me, indicating that I should slip the hoodie over my head. “You’re going to be adorable!” He crossed his arms, waiting and looking insanely happy with himself.

  “So, a fluffle has to do with bunnies?” Confused but highly amused at the brothers’ antics, I studied the garment. I had never imagined dressing up as a bunny before, but it was soft and warm, and watching Kill turn red was quite adorable.

  “It’s a group of bunnies!” Ciar bounced onto his toes, unable to hold still, and Kill lurched for him. I stepped into Killian’s way with a smile, blocking his attack. “He doesn’t have any other bunnies. He needs them. Imagine how lonely he must be. Never having any other bunnies to hop and sniff and do other bunny things with. All alone.” Ciar nearly purred the words, cooing over his brother while Kill was growling behind me. Luckily, his Puca wasn’t sending out sparks. I wondered if—deep down—he actually enjoyed the idea. I pulled the sweater over my head and Ciar cheered. “See? Look how adorable she is!” I reached back to pull up the hood and Kill just groaned. His eyes flashed briefly, and my Phoenix chirped in recognition at his Puca. I think he really did enjoy the bunny hoodie, even if it was just a joke at Kill’s expense. “See, I was gonna get her the negligee, but I figured that had better come from you. Not that you’d ever actually take the bunny by the tail, but you guys could create a gorgeous fluffle together.” That was the end of Kill’s—and his Puca’s—chain. Kill jumped up and easily cleared the coffee table, grabbing his brother up into a headlock and throwing him to the floor as the room filled with black and red sparks.

  “Guys!” I yelled out the word as the two rolled around on the floor, Kill apparently attempting to strangle his laughing—and gasping—little brother. It was hard to be stern and commanding when wearing a bunny sweater, I realized, and I nearly laughed at the scene we must make. I called for backup. Theo! Damien! Kill’s gonna strangle Ciar.

  So what? Damien’s mental voice was exasperated.

  You know he’ll regret it if he does. I couldn’t help the chuckle, despite my irritation at the brothers currently brawling on the living room floor. Eventually.

  “Enough!” Damien’s roar echoed in the house, amplified by his Gargoyle. Apparently, that was much more commanding than a girl in a bunny sweater. I pouted for a moment, but my Phoenix chirped, warming me as she pressed against me. We could have kicked their asses but we enjoyed them too much. Better that one of the guys broke up the fight than me diving in. If Ciar had touched me, Kill never would have dropped it, nor would he have forgiven himself if one of his blows had truly gone astray.

  Damien rounded the corner, entering the living room and stopping in his tracks. His gaze glided down my frame, taking in the bunny sweater, and then sliding to the scene on the floor. The brothers—who had stopped wrestling—were still a tangled mess on the ground, both breathing heavily from their wrestling match. I saw Killian’s lips twitch before his eyes sparkled, but I almost didn’t even mind. A true smile from Killian was rare, so I didn’t mind if it was at my expense. Bunny sweater be damned.

  Every time I moved, the bunny ears flopped around my shoulders. The tenseness of Damien’s mouth gave him away, and I could tell that he was trying to hold back a laugh. A strangled chuckle broke free before he cleared his throat and let his gaze trail over my body once more. “You look good like that, sweetheart.” He was grinning, finally giving up on trying to keep a straight face.

  “See, Killian. Everyone likes a fluffle! Give in already.”

  “One bunny does not a fluffle make.” Kill growled and pushed himself into a sitting position on the living room floor.

  “Technically, she makes two bunnies, but I think you should get to work brother.” Ciar waggled his eyebrows. “Breed like a bunny, baby!”

  Walking up to the guys, I smacked Ciar on the back of the head—just hard enough to get his attention—and rolled my eyes.

  “Ow.” He over exaggerated his response. “Ye try to help a girl out.” He shook his head with a mischievous smile. Reaching down, I helped Killian to his feet.

  It’s not exactly a bad idea. I glanced over at Damien just in time to see his eyes darken, his pupils going wide and dark as he took me in. My Phoenix squawked in my head, clearly in total agreement with the Gargoyle.

  Kill just grunted, and I didn’t miss the way his gaze raked down my body as well, taking in the bunny hoodie—this time without his brother’s commentary.

  No, it’s not. In fact, I was already planning to commandeer Nix for the rest of the evening. Someone else is on Ciar duty. Make sure he doesn't disturb us. Out loud Kill said, “Come on” He pulled me behind him, his hand clasped in mine as he headed for the stairs. Trailing after him, I let him lead me down the hallway to his room. When the door clicked shut behind us, I let out a deep breath. It didn’t matter how you spun it, Ciar was a lot to take, even if he was amusing.

  However, the insight I’d received simply from Kill’s Puca made the whole ridiculous scene worth it. He was lonely, and I planned to fix that.

  Thirty-Three

  Nix

  “Here. You can wear this tonight.” Kill reached into his drawer and pulled out a green t-shirt that reminded me of his eyes. After freshening up, we’d retreated to Killian’s room and nearly barricaded the door. He tossed the shirt the short distance to me and, reaching out, I caught it mid-flight. I wondered if it smelled like him. The idea of being wrapped up in Killian’s scent sent my pulse racing, and my Phoenix ruffled her feathers in my head, preening. She liked that idea. No, correction, she loved that idea. While I lived right across the hall from Killian, I loved the idea of holing up with him in his room, and after the Ciarán incident, I didn’t dare open that door unless it was necessary.

  “I’ll, uh, let you get ready.” Killian’s murmured voice sounded unsure, and he scrubbed a hand across the back of his neck. I’d never seen him so nervous before.

  A salacious grin crossed my face, and I set his t-shirt down on his dresser so I could pull my own—slightly burnt—shirt over my head. “Don’t bother on my account.” The fabric dropped to the floor, and I watched as his gaze raked over my figure, heating as he took an unwitting step forward. The right thing to do would have been to put his shirt on, but where was the fun in that? Undoing the button and zipper on my jeans, I shimmied my hips and peeled them down my legs, standing before him in only my lacy black underwear and matching bra. The way he was looking me over warmed my blood. There was something about Killian, teasing him made me feel powerful, and that was a feeling I could get behind.

  Killian stood like a statue, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists as he studied my curves. I could see the muscles in his jaw working, and I purposely turned around so I could grab his shirt and end his torture. But as my back graced his view, he groaned.

  “Fuck!” And then he was behind me, his hands lightly settling on the bare skin of my shoulders as he breathed me in. “Do you know what you do to me? I’ve been fucking dreaming of you in those lacey panties since our shopping trip.”

  My heart soared and I beamed. “Was it worth the wait?” I don’t know what possessed me to ask, but my voice had come out breathier and huskier than I had intended. Suddenly, my body started to tremble as I realized that I had put myself, practically naked, in a room alone with a man. I worked to calm my racing heart. This was Killian, and I chose to be here. I stripped for him. I was in control. As my momentary panic subsided, it bloomed into heat, pooling between my thighs as Kill
kissed a light trail up the back of my neck to my ear. His lips were somehow smooth and rough all at the same time, and the way they teased over my skin set me ablaze.

  “Fuck yes, baby.” I felt his teeth scrape against my earlobe, and I trembled at the zing of pleasure that raced down my body to my core. Fingertips trailed down toward my wrists bringing his arms around me, encasing me in Killian. My Phoenix flourished in my mind, truly happy, as my breath caught. His hands ran over mine and slowly gripped the green material clutched there, pulling it from my grasp and depositing it on the floor. “Let me touch you, Nix. Can… can I?” His voice wavered in uncertainty, and I knew he was trying to make sure I was comfortable. An evening full of his touches and attentions had awoken every cell in my body, and I was desperate for more.

  “Yes.” The word squeaked out and I had to take a deep breath before adding, “Please.”

  A growl tore from his throat and his hands landed on my hips. I was suddenly lost in the sensations of large, calloused hands caressing my flesh. “You have no idea what you do to me, Nix. You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” His lips peppered kisses along my neck again, and one hand trailed over the curve of my hip while the other worked its way towards my breasts. Light fingers teased along the underwire of my bra and I squirmed, desperate for his hands. A deep chuckle that was all Killian resonated through me as he whispered into my ear again.

  “My impatient little vixen. You want my hands on you, don’t you?” The way my breath hitched was all the answer he needed. The heady feeling of pleasure overtook me as he finally cupped my breasts, teasing them through the lacey fabric as he squeezed lightly. I felt my nipples pebble hard beneath the lace as his thumbs strumbed over them, bringing them to life and shooting electric currents straight to my clit. Bucking against him in pleasure, my ass brushed against the ample hardness encased in his jeans, eliciting a deep groan from the man behind me.

  I reached back and hooked my fingers into his belt loops, pulling his erection flush against me. The moan he gave me as I pressed my ass up and against the large outline of his cock was all the encouragement I needed, and I rubbed against him like a cat in heat, practically purring at the pleasure. “Please, Kill. More.”

  That was all it took. Leaning away from me slightly, which only caused his hips to anchor into mine more fully, his fingers worked the clasp of the impeding fabric, freeing me from my lacey confines. The black fabric was tossed behind him but neither of us cared to look where it had landed.

  “Turn around for me, baby.” Warm hands rubbed my back while I gathered myself and turned around, suddenly shy. Killian took the time to explore my body with his eyes, and I watched as his gaze dropped down my half naked form, running over my body in a way that only my mates ever had. Appreciation, love, and fire were all I saw in his heated stare. “Nix.” He said my name like a prayer.

  “Kill,” I responded in kind, closing the last step that brought me to him. My hands landed on his clothing clad chest, and I dragged them slowly down his body until I reached his hem and slid them underneath. The smooth lines of his abs rippled under my hands, and I felt him take a shuddering breath. As I trailed my hands back up and over his smooth, rock hard skin, I whispered, “Take your clothes off.”

  In record time, he was down to his boxers, his cock straining against the last layer of clothing. I let my fingertips skim over the skin at his waist band, teasing him the way he had teased me. If the way the air rushed from his lungs was any indication, he loved it, and that alone gave me a high.

  I wanted nothing more than to make Killian feel good. Boldly, I reached down, rubbing his large cock through his boxers. His hands landed on my waist and he inhaled sharply, tossing his head backward. Hooking my hands into his waistband, I pulled his boxers off his body, divesting of his last piece of clothing. Killian was a Greek god, and I found myself struggling to breathe as I traced the defined lines of his abs, working my way downward. His stomach trembled under my touch and he groaned—long and loud—when I wrapped my hand around the girth of him.

  I pumped my fist over his hardness, reveling in the smooth feel of his cock in my hand. Exploring, I played my fingers over the head of his cock, eliciting a hissing moan from Killian. I worked my hand over him in a series of strokes and pumps, craving every elicit noise he made that let me know what he liked.

  Squeezing my thighs together, I tried to gain friction in the place I needed it most. My need was growing with every grunt and groan from Killian, his cock growing slick with his building excitement.

  “Nix!” Killian exclaimed, gripping my wrist to still my movements. “If you keep going, I’m going to spill myself in your hand.” His chest heaved and the light expanse of his muscled arms flexed as he worked to control his desire. With a hum vibrating in his chest, he swooped down and grabbed my lace covered ass, hauling me up into his tall body and pulling my thighs around his waist as he spun. He walked us across his room, depositing my onto his smooth, grey sheets. Leaning back, the heated look in his eyes grew as he stared, his gaze caressing every inch of me.

  I had the overwhelming urge to cover my breasts, but the moment I moved to do so, Killian growled. “Don’t cover yourself from me, baby. You’re fucking perfect. So fucking perfect.” Warm hands landed on my thighs, sliding their way up until they hooked in the sides of my panties. Part of me expected that Kill would rip them from my body—and I wasn’t sure I’d mind. My thoughts must have been expressed on my face because my big, burly Celt chuckled again.

  “I’ve been dreaming about these panties on your body for too long to ruin them now. I want to see you in these over and over again.” Giving me time to say no, he slid them down my legs, unwrapping me and revealing the rest of my body to him.

  The scent of my arousal grew, the fragrance of our increasing pheromones sparking deep hunger in both of us.

  With a hold on my ankle, Killian began kissing his way up my leg, tickling my inner thigh with nips and laves of his tongue as he journeyed to my center. My need skyrocketed higher as he teased me deliciously. Crawling over me slowly, he stopped at my sex, his eyes flicking to mine as his tongue licked tantalizingly over my pussy, swirling over my clit. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he spread me further, sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over me. The sensation was almost too much and my legs shook as he expertly worked me over. Changing his position, he propped himself up and slid his fingers through my wetness, teasing my entrance with a finger.

  A strangled plea left my throat as I threw my head back, gripping the sheets below.

  My pussy pulsed around nothing, and I begged him for more. “Killian! I need you!”

  “I know, baby.” Gently, he pushed his finger inside of me, sliding in and out before adding another, preparing me to take him. When my pussy squeezed his fingers, he hummed his approval and increased his pace. “That’s it. Get nice and wet for me.”

  My chest heaved and my lungs fought for oxygen as he curled his fingers into just the right spot. Raw, primal need scorched through me, making me feel alive. My hands dove into his hair and I held on as he brought me close to the edge, teasing me but never letting me fall over it.

  “More! I need more. I need you!” I rambled nonsensically, every part of my body sensitive and on fire.

  Looming over me, he captured my mouth, and I could taste the sweet tang of my essence on his tongue. Strangely, that seemed to turn me on even more, but as he settled his weight onto my body, my heart rate increased. As he kissed down my neck, I squeezed my eyes tightly, willing the demons that threatened to rise to go away. I bit my lip—hard—hoping the pain would distract me enough to allow me to stay in the present. Killian’s mouth felt so good, but no matter what I did, my pulse pounded in my ears.

  Killian. Damien projected to both of us, speaking quietly. Gently, he shared my impending panic and Killian pulled back quickly.

  “Fuck!” he exclaimed, looking broken.

  I reached for him, glad that his weigh
t was off of me but not wanting him to go far. “Stay!” I called out, worried he would pull away entirely. I didn’t want to ruin this moment and now that our position had changed, the grip of my past dissipated.

  The soft mattress shifted under his weight and he stood before me, hand on his hips like a sexy naked statue.

  She’s enjoying you Kill, she just needs a different position, Damien offered, his voice low.

  Maybe from behind? Damien groaned at Killian’s suggestion.

  I blushed as the two men talked about what position Killian should ravish me in, but my blood heated at the deepend tenor of Damien’s voice, and I knew he’d been getting a read on our pleasure. The idea that he might enjoy listening in—or, in the future, even watching—heated my blood to boiling.

  I bit my lip to hold in a moan as a fresh wave of desire rocketed through me.

  She likes the idea of you watching, D. Killian didn’t look upset, and I squirmed, wetness now coating my thighs.

  She more than fucking likes it. Damien swore as my pleasure thrummed through me. Oh, fuck.

  The look on Killian’s face darkened and his cock throbbed as Damien connected us all, allowing our pleasure and desires to flow through each other. The result was cataclysmic, and my nipples hardened to diamonds as my body coiled tightly.

  “Someone touch me. Now,” I begged, and Killian quickly rejoined me on the bed, this time lying on his back as he settled into the pillows.

  “Come here.”

  “You want me… to ride you?” A blushed coated my cheeks and my embarrassment and hesitance shot through the line.

  You’ll be in complete control this way. Straddle him, Nix, Damien commanded.

  Slowly, I lifted myself over Killian. Warm, rough hands found my waist as he guided me over him. Reaching to the nightstand, he opened a drawer and produced a condom, ripping it open and rolling it on before gripping my waist once more.