Smoke & Fire - Adult Paranormal Romance Series, Book #1

by Michele Wesley

Leaning in, she gave him a juicy, wet kiss. He had to clench his hands into fists to keep from grabbing her. She hoped he wasn’t keeping his composure for her benefit. She wanted the same heat he had given to her at the cabin and in the parking garage.

  Watching her climb over his lap and straddling his legs, literally made his mouth water.

  Please, please, please, someone tell me I am not dreaming.

  Although caught totally off guard by her actions, his urge to be with her outweighed logic and reason.

  He sat up higher to get a better look at her eyes. She spoke low and clear, “I know what I said about us, but I was wrong. The way I see it, if we don’t do something about this thing between us, we are both going to go crazy.”

  His devious smile coupled with his hands sliding up her legs pushed sharp pangs of desire into her. It was the smile that let her know he could be as bad as she imagined he was. Mycale didn’t have to ask, Sori inched her way up his legs, closer to the throbbing pulse in his shorts. Her mouth met his in a kiss and they both felt the flames ignite. The kiss helped quench a little of the overpowering thirst they had been suffering for each other, but it wasn’t enough.

  Not breaking the kiss, he easily pulled her completely into him, causing them both to gasp when her pelvis collided with his hard frantic need for her. He had no idea what she was thinking at that moment, but he was as hot for her as freshly ignited ambers. Running his hands along her legs, he slowly slid them up and under her thin top. Warm soft confections of bosom blossoms filled his hands perfectly.

  The feel of his warm hands sliding over her body made her intensify the kiss, devouring his mouth as if it were melting ice cream. Slowly grinding her body into his, she wanted him to know that she wasn’t there to pretend. Not this time. Her mind wide open, she knew there would be no mistaking her intent.

  Her body told him that his hands were working wonders as he performed magic with his tongue. Tracing her shoulder and neck all the way up to her chin. Seductively sliding hands glided up and down his back as her tongue caressed and urged his tongue along the slippery contours of hers. The sounds and vibrations from his moans entered her mouth and slid down her throat like something edible.

  She drank him in, letting the pleasure enter her system and ignite her well-hidden desires.

  She whispered against his mouth, “You taste so damn good.” Why she’d made herself suffer so long, she had no idea. Overwhelmed by desires, she took a moment to catch her breath.

  He stared up at her then, desire filled eyes that said it all, but his lips spoke the words, “You can do whatever you damn well please with me.”

  He slid his hands up her sides, taking her top up and over her head, and she returned the favor, reaching down to help him out of his T-shirt. Seeing all those tattoos turned her on more than she already was.

  Certain things were triggers to certain people, and Mycale seemed to have all the ammunition he needed to take out her senses. She raked her nails up his back when she pulled up his top, causing him to take in a deep long S of breath, like she’d scalded him with boiling water.

  Seeing his reaction to her had her hot and wet. She felt so wet and ready, she was sure she could have taken off her panties and wrung them out. Months of daydreaming about each other and controlling the indescribable desire they had for each other had them so deeply entranced there was nothing that could have pulled them apart.

  She reacted to his every touch, kiss, and caress, urging him to explore further. They were on a collision course set to crash headfirst into oblivion and neither cared about the repercussions.

  The slow grind she’d started and feeling him hard against her pulsing core, had her hovering between their fantasy and known reality. Something powerful was building inside, threatening to reach out and grab her. She was ready to explode but held on to her sanity as best as she could, realizing that she wanted him to get just as much pleasure out of this encounter as she was getting.

  Mycale was so turned on he had nearly slipped and fallen into devastation when her pelvis turned into his throbbing heat in just the right damn spot. “Shit!” He had to find his sanity and quickly. He spoke through deep breaths, “Baby, h-h-h-hold up for just a second.” He couldn’t breathe, and needed a few seconds to compose himself before he lost it at the starting line.

  It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, and he prided himself on having enough discipline to control his desires, but Sori was no ordinary woman. She had the ability to make him lose control before he could rebuild it.

  Taking her bottoms, he laid her across his bed and spread her legs wide, using his knees as he kept his eyes on hers. The look in his eyes said words he didn’t speak. He was about to eat her alive. He used a slow, lingering hand and a disciplined tongue to stroke her with just the right precision, making her shudder with pleasure and moan seductively.

  He figured this may be their first and only time together, so he wanted to give her enough pleasure that she would consider coming back for more.

  He slid his tongue up her inner thigh agonizingly slow and didn’t stop until it was pressed into her sweet-tasting—

  “Ohhhh! Mycale! Oooooooo, shit! Right there!”

  She gripped his hair between her fingers, and steered his head exactly where she wanted it. She could feel her hand biting into his neck and upper back, leaving compression marks, but his reaction indicated he didn’t mind it one bit.

  It only took a moment for him to notice exactly what she liked. He slipped his tongue inside her while his lips danced on her clit. He happily gave her exactly what she wanted, enjoying the sweet taste as he drove her to madness in the process of tongue-kissing her sweet spot. He kept his tongue exactly where her body told him to and continued massaging her clit with his parted lips.

  He knew he’d opened the floodgates when she cried out her pleasure, singing a song only for him. She came, twitching, shaking, and screaming his name along with God and all the angels’. He felt pride in bringing her pleasure and took it as the ultimate compliment hearing her scream his name in the same sentence as the Almighty.

  There was no better time to join her in the world he’d sent her to, so he slowly started to enter her. The action caused her body to shake and convulse involuntarily. He looked into her face only to find her eyes shut tight as a pleasured glow brightened her face. Low, unintelligible words oozed from her parted lips. Pushing into her he realized he was in trouble, she felt so good and soft and velvety tight that he had to close his eyes and beg for discipline.

  As he was a quarter of the way in, her eyes flew open. She stared up at him as he continued his descent. Midway in, she sounded as if she were hyperventilating as he continued to fill her. She was so tight he had to pull himself out so that he could gain leverage to try to push all the way in. Sori couldn’t help looking down when he pulled out, and what she saw brought warmth to all four of her cheeks.

  Good lord!

  She couldn’t believe she had been missing out on all he had to offer. There was no way it was all going in, but she was going to let him try.

  He gave her a knowing smile, like he knew what she had been thinking. Grabbing her thighs, he pushed as far as he could go, causing her to gasp and dig her nails into his shoulder and back, so hard that this time she drew blood. She felt so good, he’d planted himself deep within her, so deep he was afraid to move.

  Wondering why he had stopped, she searched his eyes.

  He stared down at her with a pained look on his face. “Did I hurt you? Am I hurting you?”

  Kissing his lips, she whispered seductively in his ear, “Yes, you’re hurting me so damn good. Now, hurt me some more.” She pulled the tip of his earlobe into her mouth and let her warm breath stroke the rest of his ear. He had to close his eyes for fear that her words alone would cause his demise.

  Arms wrapped around his waist, she slid her parted l
egs along the backs of his thighs. The movement caused him to slide deeper into her, where he was rewarded with a shot of pleasure so strong, his entire body felt like it had vibrated. Moving slowly and carefully, he hoped that she would guide him like she had earlier. She gave him a look that said she wanted him in control, and that look set him on fire. Her words were hot moisture in his ear, “Don’t stop. Make me pay for making you wait.”

  He took a moment to let her body adjust better to him and concentrated on how she responded to his movements. Mycale had never felt anything so good in his life, and who he was sharing himself with was the ultimate thrill.

  She moaned softly in his ear as he moved slowly in and out of her. He turned his face to hers, but she had her eyes closed in a sensual display of pleasure he couldn’t ignore. Each time she exhaled or moaned, he pushed deeper into her, causing her to take in deep pleasure-filled breaths.

  Finally, he was erotically scratching “the itch” she claimed she had for him. Feasting on her lips and tongue, he paused for just a moment and stared into her eyes. He loved her with every spark of life that made up his soul and knew that she saw as much in his eyes, but he dared not say it. As she stared back into his eyes, he realized for the first time that it wasn’t just sex; she cared for him just as deeply as he did her, probably more than she would ever say or admit.

  He didn’t want to ruin this moment—it was too perfect—so he continued working her body in increments of slow and fast moves and rhythms, dancing along her G-spot, sliding past the threshold of pain to create pleasure.

  Both moaning and gasping for air, his strokes got faster, matching her breathing, now sharp, desperate, and more exhausted. When she screamed out his name laced with hot, searing pleasure, he almost lost it.

  “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! God! Please! Mycale, don’t stop!”

  As a series of panting H and S sounds came from her lips and flowed into his ear like newly discovered music, he fought hard to keep the rhythm that drove her crazy.

  When her name came pouring from his mouth with sharp desperate breaths and urgent strokes, he knew he was about to lose complete control. He had no idea how much longer he could keep his mind and body from going in two separate directions.

  He didn’t have to wait long. Every breath and broken word out of her mouth was his name and the demand that he don’t stop. Screaming into his neck, she finally turned herself over to a pleasure so strong she swore she felt sparks flying off her body.

  Finally, he let go of months of pent-up emotion, desire, and love for a woman who had made him suffer so damn good. Thrusting his way into a euphoric world, he let it take his mind completely. It was that final push that introduced his soul to a blissful death.

  Mycale had never had his mind blown, not like this. He was somewhere lost in her world, straddling a line somewhere between life and death. Her all-consuming, deep, and welcoming world had him coming so good and long and hard it felt as if he had exploded into a raging fire and now slid up the walls, riding an invisible force of pleasure he couldn’t describe.

  She couldn’t find herself. She was somewhere plugged so deep into her orgasm she felt as if she were strolling through paradise, riding a horse named Pleasure. When her body felt like it had been blown apart into a zillion microscopic particles, she knew Mycale had sent her further than impossible.

  Neither moved after the smoke and fire had settled, and neither could recall how long they had been plugged into wherever they had traveled to. Mycale felt almost too weak to breathe, let alone move. He couldn’t even panic about the fact that he thought he may have blacked out for a moment. He still felt the lightheaded effects as her body shook uncontrollably of him pulling himself out of her. Quickly, he pulled her to him, hoping she wouldn’t leave or disappear on him.

  Realizing what his action meant, Sori smiled, too exhausted to try to run from him. Letting him hold her, she snuggled into his chest, too tired to do anything but lie there. Mycale took a moment to be thankful for Sori before he gathered enough strength to pull the covers over their limp bodies.

  Mycale woke up the next morning surprised and happy that Sori was still there in his arms, sound asleep. He had no idea if this meant that their relationship would go any further, but at this moment, he couldn’t have been happier. Kissing her forehead, he fell back to sleep.

  EPILOGUE

  Agent Green shouted, “Man, come here. You gotta see this shit!” He had been watching footage from a few well-hidden cameras that had recently been discovered in what was left of the Gonzales estate.

  Shaking his head at his distressed looking friend, Agent Talbert said, “Man, I saw most of this already. Both those agents are like two uncaged beasts. I saw them do some moves and kill people in ways that should be trademarked. Agent Knight is the female, but I don’t know the male agent. I thought I was a badass, but these two are like walking legends. I’ll never admit this to anyone else, Green, so keep your mouth shut, but those two scare me, and there is not much I am afraid of. Did you see the footage of the male agent yet?”

  Green shook his head no.

  Talbert continued, “He fucking set three guys on fire, and I still can’t figure out how he did it. He took a bullet in the shoulder like the man was throwing pebbles at him.”

  Noticing his partner’s troubled demeanor, Agent Talbert stopped talking for a moment. He had never seen Green look so… green. He asked, “Man, what’s wrong with you? You look like you saw a damn ghost.”

  Green pointed at the screen as he backed up the film. He had been watching the fight between Sori and the big man that she’d had the hardest time killing; the one she labelled an android.

  Talbert started watching the footage and became riveted to the screen. “Damn, big guy is kicking her ass, but she is fearless for someone so small. She doesn’t give up for shit!” Talbert put his hand over his mouth when he saw Sori stab the big man in the foot and he didn’t flinch. “Oh, shit!” When he saw her throw the knife in the big guy’s neck, Talbert became the film commentator. “He did not just pull that knife out of his neck? What in the hell is this guy, a modern-day terminator?”

  Talbert was staring at the screen with his mouth open now. Continuing to commentate, he said, “He threw her into the wall hard enough to put a dent in the plaster, and she’s still moving. Damn! Big man took two slugs to the chest, and it only made him pause. Has to be Kevlar.” Talbert looked over at his partner, “What in the hell am I watching?”

  When the big guy on the film picked the desk up, Green paused the television, and Talbert started yelling, “Man, come on! Why did you stop it?”

  Talbert looked at the screen then back at Green wondering what his partner was doing pausing the film. He said, “This damn dude gotta be on some strong-ass drugs. That’s one of those big-ass hardwood desks, and he picked it up like he was picking up a book.”

  The way Green was staring at the screen made Talbert nervous. “Man, turn the damn thing back on already. Dude strong as shit, so what? He could be hopped up on some strong-ass drug or something.”

  Green hit the play button as the man threw the desk at Sori. As if they were hypnotized, Green and Talbert stared at the screen unblinking. Talbert finally asked, “Okay, okay, what the fuck just happened? Did the recording get messed up or something? She just took a desk to the body, everything went all blue magic smoke, and next thing I know, big dude’s fucking neck is literally hanging off his shoulders!”

  Swallowing nothing, Green just stared at his partner. Shaking his head in disbelief, Talbert said, “Man, rewind it. Rewind it! We are missing something.” Watching more intently this time, Talbert continued commentating, “Okay, he throws the damn desk, and the next thing you see is a shitload of blue smoke, like she’s doing some kind of magic trick, then the smoke seems like it attacks big dude, and his fucking neck starts twisting off his damn body.”

  Watching the film o
ver and over, the two agents were at a loss trying to figure out what they were watching. Distressed, Green asked, “How am I supposed to write this shit up in a report? I damn sure can’t brief it. We are Top Agents, the president himself sees some of our reports. I am afraid to even show anyone else this footage. I mean, honestly, we can’t go around telling people that an agent morphed into a cloud of smoke as the Incredible Hulk flung a fucking desk at her, then the smoke flew into him and damn near twisted his head off his fucking shoulders. I can’t write that shit. You can’t even begin to explain what I saw the male agent doing. We may as well throw this footage away.”

  Thinking and talking, Talbert said, “Man, there has to be a logical explanation. She is known for pulling off some legendary shit. You see how those magicians on television do shit that looks impossible. She could be using something like that to mind-freak her targets.” Talbert fell silent for a long while, realizing he was grasping at straws to find answers.

  He stared at Green for a long time, unnerving his partner more than he already was. Green shouted, “Talk, man! What is the matter?”

  Shaking his head, Talbert asked, “You think us as people have a sixth sense about certain phenomenon? I mean, like we have a feeling about certain things or people?”

  “Yeah, I reckon some of us do, but what’s that got to do with this?”

  Talbert finished, “Like unconsciously nicknaming someone something that’s been a part of them the entire time?”

  Confused, Green asked, “What are you getting at?”

  Talbert had a far-off stare on his face. “That’s her nickname, man! It’s been her nickname for a long time. They call her Smoke!”

  End of Book One

  Readers, this isn’t the last you’ll see of Sori and Mycale as they will turn up in other reads from the Smoke & Fire Series. Find out why they have been given lagniappe—a little something extra.

  Questions to Ponder from Smoke & Fire