Wendy launched herself forward, flinging her arms around Zotorro’s neck. “Thank you! But you shouldn’t have risked yourself that way.”
“He can’t help himself,” Zavier bantered in his old jovial way, “he’s in love with you.”
“Like we’re all in love with you,” Zion added. He stroked down the blazing red waves of her hair.
“Yeah, yeah, you all just want my blueberries.” Wendy turned around inside his loose embrace, and settled back against him, sweet as his kitten, his SlashFlame Kitten. “You fixed the dome that super-rapidly?”
“It will hold for now,” Zent answered. “We’ll put the finishing touches on later.” His gaze fastened on her breasts. “Yeah, darlin’, we want your berries.” Gently, he snatched at her nipples, his manner teasing yet darkly passionate.
“We ran out of the right kind of sand,” Zavier explained. Ravenous as a Great Panther, he watched her face. His love and desire for her glittered his eyes like the prism emeralds they’d once collected as boys.
“Why ruin a good beach?” Zion grinned. “I won’t touch your berries, Wendy, my vision of seduction, unless you want to share.”
“Sit down like actual gentleman and I’ll share my blueberries. Even my chocolate syrup.” Her chin raised higher with each word.
“Our first sort-of-meal together.” Zent tilted his head toward the table.
“As long as I’m not the main course,” Wendy countered. Softly, her hands caressed over the top of Zotorro’s hands as he circled his palms over her hips. “Holy exquisite flanks,” he privately whispered into her ear.
“We all need time to heal,” Zavier answered, a no-nonsense expression on his face. “Wendy, are you okay after using that much of your flame power?” Keeping his gaze riveted on her, he moved to the opposite side of the table, preparing to sit down.
“No problem, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome,” she sang, a sultry note to her tone.
“Feed me a blueberry,” Zent enticed, “and I’ll rustle us up some more tasty grub.”
“May I?” Zion gallantly inquired. His gaze sparkled with mischief.
“You may, Oh Dark Wizard of the Machines.”
Wendy chuckled, the most carefree sound Zotorro had heard her make since their world had turned upside down and inside out with the escalation of the weather wars.
Using exaggerated care, Zion picked up a blueberry, coating it with chocolate. He pivoted and presented it before Zent’s mouth.
“Oh, my Dark Hero,” Zent outrageously imitated a maiden’s high-pitched voice, “I am so grateful for your gift.” He batted his eyes and snagged the berry with his front teeth, gulping it down.
Wendy laughed, the sound ringing out like celebration bells. Moving out of his embrace, she beckoned the four of them with her finger.
“One at a time,” she announced, her smile flirtatious. “Feed me a blueberry. Tempt me with dark chocolate, my Dark Heroes.”
The rush to circle around her and be the first to tempt her caused a small whirlwind. Wisely, Wendy slowly spun, facing each one of them in turn. Her half-lidded gaze glistened, languid and sensual. To Zotorro she looked like a magnificent goddess of flame ready to accept the attentions of her chosen men.
Sexily cupping her hips with her hands, she swiveled her head back forth. “Since I’ve decided I love you all, later you can tempt me with the Dark brothers.”
Their collective lustful groan should have been audible. Instead the air became saturated with their primitive need and feeling for her.
She faced Zavier. “You first.”
“Because I’m the oldest?” he asked. He dipped a blueberry in chocolate syrup, offering it to her on the tips of his fingers like a prize.
“Yes,” she answered. Taking her sweet time, she delicately grasped the blueberry with her lips. Slowly she caressed his fingers with her lips before eating her prize.
Pivoting to Zent, she throatily crooned, “Your turn.”
Completely the gentleman, he swept a careless bow, then plucked and covered a blueberry. Holding it just above her mouth, he waited until she raised her face. With finesse, he let it drop just as she parted her lips. Gradually, she chewed and swallowed before dance-twirling to Zion.
“My turn?” he asked. His eyes blazed like emeralds made radiant by the sun.
Wendy nodded. “Feed me.”
“Yes, my Slashflame Kitten.” Performing his own precision spin, Zion selected a blueberry. Acting as if time had become the lazy flow of a river, he dragged the berry through the chocolate syrup. “Wendy,” he purred, bringing it to her. Tenderly he touched the heart of her lips, waiting like a devoted swain until she opened her mouth.
Once she’d fully eaten the blueberry, she faced him. “Zotorro,” she stroked his name, her tone sweetly golden. “Please, feed me.”
If he could have embraced her with his wildly thumping heart, he would have. Instead, he pivoted and rapidly plunged in a blueberry. Before she could blink, he placed it a breath away from her rosefire-colored lips. “Please, my princess.”
“Yes, my Swashbuckling Superhero.” Daintily she took his offering and ate it.
Once she smiled, he swept his hands around her waist. Lifting her, he placed her on top of the table. She pirouetted out of his hold, her excitement wild and fierce. With dazzling speed she twirled the entire length of the table. Halting, she arched her back and flowed her arms upward into a beautiful sultry pose. Stepping into a series of swaying, graceful movements, she danced enchantingly for long minutes. Spinning again, she was suddenly surrounded by rainbow sparks. Within an instant, the sparks flashed around her, appearing like miniature shooting stars.
She danced just for them and because she loved to dance. The atmosphere sizzled, yet was quietly intense with their love and passion for her.
In the center of the table, Wendy whirled, a fire-veiled seductress. She spiraled her flame upwards in a delicate sinuous dance of its own. The next moment, she dashed straight toward them. Transmuting her fire into flashing sparks and orange-red flame, Wendy launched into flight.
The four of them caught her, their arms laced together.
Rapidly returning to womanly flesh, she gazed at all of them, her expression playful. Yet uncertainty lurked, a faint shadow in her brilliant blue-green eyes.
“Dinner. Only dinner,” Zavier sternly rumbled, answering her doubts about them and her life with them.
As one, they tenderly set her on her feet. Taking a step back, they remained standing around her. Wendy winged her arms upwards. Gently, she caressed Zent’s and Zion’s faces, and then flowing her hands through the air, she caressed Zavier’s and Zotorro’s faces.
“How many super men does it take to satisfy me?” she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. “My four insatiable Dark heroes.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Savanna Kougar writes in the paranormal/fantasy/futuristic subgenres of erotic romance. Her current titles are:
When a Good Angel Falls ~ the 2012 endtimes story of the incarnated angel, Sedona, and her carnal cherub, Volcano.
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ set in the year, 2051, on New Atlantis; this is a complex suspense story starring 100 year old, Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing and Fed Agent Zryphus Vasquoz, a Zerculeon.
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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