Frost Fire

by Emma Layne

Molly didn’t know what to make of the statement. Was Rona trying to distract her? Or was she telling the truth? Molly glanced at Blaze for confirmation, but he turned away from her, as though he couldn’t bear to meet her gaze.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Ask your lover, make him tell you.” She waved a hand. “Now get yourselves gone, I’ve got work to do.”

  And then Rona walked away, leaving them in stunned silence.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Don’t worry, we’ll save her.”

  “How? I’ve no idea how to reverse high-tech mind control, do you?”

  They were in his bedroom, sitting side-by-side. Blaze said they needed a private place to talk.

  After they’d left her mother’s place, Molly had fallen into a stunned silence on the way home. Thank God the route was familiar, because she’d barely remembered the trip.

  “No, but we’ll find a way. I’ll talk to Link…”

  She couldn’t think about it anymore and her nerves were shot. Molly was afraid at any moment she’d fall into despair if she contemplated her mother’s bleak future.

  “Rona said the Earth was in trouble. What did she mean?”

  Blaze stood and paced the length of the room, with his arms folded behind his back. Molly had a sense she wouldn’t like where this conversation was going.

  “Rona wasn’t lying to you and there’s no easy way to break this news, so I’m just going to tell you.”

  Molly nodded, bracing herself.

  “Your world is being threatened by a centaur, which has characteristics of both a comet and an asteroid. There are hundreds of them right outside the Milky Way, all of them ready to invade at any moment. One broke free from the group, and it’s on a collision course with the planet.”

  Her thoughts when winging back to an astronomy class she’d had, and the ultimate demise of the dinosaurs. There were two prevailing theories, one concluded they were destroyed in the aftermath of a comet collision, and the other culprit was an asteroid.

  Neat, so a centaur split the difference between the two. Twice the destruction, for the price of one

  She swallowed. “When will it get here?”

  “The best estimate is around two years from now.”

  “Two years,” she repeated.

  Molly felt dazed.

  She was already in overdrive, trying to deal with her mother’s situation, and frankly, she didn’t have enough worry to spare. It would take a couple of years to get here, so it wasn’t an immediate threat.

  “Please talk to me, Molly. Tell me what you’re feeling. Are you angry? Afraid?”

  “No, I’m just sort of…here.”

  “Are you sure? You have every right to be, I wasn’t completely truthful with you.”

  “You’re in the military, so this was top-secret, right?”

  “Yes, and I shouldn’t have shared this information with you, it’s privileged.” Blaze sat beside her once more.

  Molly willed herself to find an inner calm, but it was difficult. Her heart hammered against her rib cage. Her hands were cold and Molly rubbed them together for warmth.

  And why can I see a comet in my mind’s eye? There’s a perfect image.

  So what? It’s a premonition? That’s ridiculous. And as soon as she concentrated on it, the picture popped out of her mind. This is pointless, I’m just stressed out.

  Molly scrubbed a hand down her face. Get a hold of yourself.

  “It’s a long time from now.” Molly took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

  “Yes, but I expected…”

  “What?”

  “More of a reaction.” Blaze scrutinized her face as though he’d somehow missed it.

  “And you’ll get one, later, but I’m more concerned about my mother than the fate of the world. I’ll worry about saving the planet after I save her.” Molly drew her legs to her chest and fastened her arms around them.

  “You are a very brave woman.”

  “No, I’m an overwhelmed one, and I’ve always been good at compartmentalizing, so I’m going to take advantage of it.”

  “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

  She nodded. “So what? You’re here to get scandium, and then you’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question, somehow she knew. The Knights hadn’t come here to save them.

  Blaze swallowed. “After we get the last of it, we’ll head home. Aliens have petitioned the Parliament, so they can salvage what they can from your planet.”

  “So, it’s a fire sale, and everything must go.” Gallows humor was the only thing she had left.

  Blaze put his arm around her. “I’ll help you, anyway I can. Tomorrow morning, we’ll talk to Link, and see if he knows of any vulnerabilities. Then we’ll formulate a plan of attack.”

  “Okay.” Maybe that’s what she needed— data, information, and a plan. It all sounded so logical, so rational.

  “And tonight, you’ll stay with me, so I can protect you.”

  “Why? Do you think she’ll come after me?” Rona had made an offer to “harvest” her, but said Molly wasn’t a priority.

  “I’m not taking any chances when it comes to you.”

  Molly didn’t even argue with him. “If I were braver, I’d take care of myself, but I’m out of my element and outgunned, too.” She didn’t even know where to begin, and the thought of losing her mother forever frightened her.

  While she still had Marshall and her father, it wasn’t the same. Molly needed Leslie—it had been just the two of them for a long time.

  “Don’t worry about anything tonight, I’ll watch over you, while you get some rest.”

  She nodded. “Unfortunately I’m not tired at all.” Molly suspected she might be up for hours contemplating the problem. “My mind’s going about a mile a minute.”

  “How can I help?”

  The memory of what they’d done last night washed over her.

  Had she really rode his leg in the living room? What if someone had come downstairs and they’d been discovered?

  Ugh.

  It was embarrassing, but thrilling at the same time. She hadn’t missed his erection or the way he strained to get closer. Ultimately, he’d kept his promise, but it had cost Blaze.

  Although embarrassing, the experience had been erotic, the most sensual thing she’d ever experienced.

  And he hadn’t even touched her.

  She hadn’t been worried about her mother either. True, she didn’t know the true extent of the problem, but still, Blaze had taken her mind off it.

  Maybe he could again?

  “Will you distract me once more?”

  He cocked his head to one side. “After everything I’ve done, you’d allow me to touch you?”

  “Maybe I'm selfish, and I want the pleasure.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, but I need your hands on me this time. I don’t want to be in control.”

  His eyes lit with an unholy fire. “You’ll give up control completely?”

  She hesitated.

  “Before you answer, allow me to reassure you. Should you tell me to stop, I’ll do so immediately. I only want to bring you pleasure, and satisfaction. Will you let me?”

  Molly bit her lower lip and then she nodded.

  ***

  Blaze was exultant.

  The drake within roared to life, demanding he claim her, tame her, own her. She was everything he never knew he wanted.

  He hardly knew where to start, there was so much he wanted from her.

  First things first.

  “I need you naked for me, I need to see every inch of you. I want to touch you, stroke you until I’ve explored every inch of your delicious body.”

  “Oh.” Molly glanced down shyly.

  “Will you allow me to undress you?” Blaze placed a fingertip beneath her chin, and raised it until she looked him in the eye.

  “Okay.”

  And then Blaze played the role of lady’s maid.

  Blaze took his time pulling th
e clothing from her body, teasing himself with glimpses. He pulled off her thick woolen sweater, her trousers, and undergarments, except for the white square of fabric covering her sex.

  She was a sight to behold with pale silken skin, a flat stomach, rounded hips, and her large, succulent breasts tipped in pink, and ready for his mouth.

  Hello, beauties, how I’ve missed you.

  Blaze sighed. “You are exquisite.”

  “Thank you,” she murmured.

  And then Blaze shucked his own clothes, making short work of his pants, and boots. He tugged the sweater up and over his head, before throwing it on the floor. The clothing was too much of a barrier, as though it trapped him somehow.

  His cocks sprang free, slick, and half-hard, purplish red. They pulsed for her, already eager for entrance, and he’d only just begun.

  Blaze glanced around the room, searching for the perfect spot.

  There was a long column in the corner, a support beam, and it was a terrific platform for what he had in mind.

  “Come with me.” Blaze took Molly by the hand, and led her over to the beam, pressing her back against it. “Okay, my dove, we’re going to play a game.”

  “A game?”

  “Yes, I’m going to tether you here, and then tease you.” Blaze intended to push past her modesty and unleash the minx he’d glimpsed before.

  Blaze withdrew a few implements from a trunk at the end of the bed. He had two long lengths of ribbon, a blindfold, and a feather.

  “I’m going to tie you now, and then blindfold you. Should you want to be released, you only have to ask me. Understood?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was ragged, wanting.

  The sound did decadent things to him.

  Blaze lifted her arms and draped them around the slim beam, and then wrapped the ribbon around her wrists. The restraint was more symbolic than anything, and she could easily break it.

  Next, he removed her glasses and gently set them on the nightstand before winding the other ribbon around her eyes.

  Now, she’s completely under my dominion.

  His inner beast howled, setting his teeth on edge.

  Blaze cupped the back of her head. His largest prick rested against her stomach. Her breasts rose and fell in time with her breaths. They bounced for him, full, and fleshy. Blaze bent over her left nipple, and exhaled, a burst of hot air, which caused the little peak to tighten.

  And then he lapped them, anointing each with his tongue, relishing the texture and the taste. And then he took a nipple between his teeth, and tugged, just the slightest edge of pain.

  Molly gasped, moaning for him.

  He did it again and again, until both of her nipples stood stiff and proud.

  Blaze seized one nipple between his teeth, and pulled, lifting her breast just slightly, and then releasing it. It bounced back into place. He repeated the action with her other tit.

  Molly moaned, wriggling in her restraints.

  Pain and pleasure was an intoxicating mixture.

  “Now, let’s see how you’re doing.”

  Blaze ran a hand down her stomach, and then cupped her sex, through the thin fabric, and his palm came away drenched. He brought it to his mouth, and licked the moisture away.

  “You taste sublime.”

  Molly shivered.

  “I’m tempted to keep you here like this—ready for me? Would you like that, dove? Being my personal plaything?”

  She moaned.

  “You didn’t answer me.”

  “Yes.”

  “I thought as much.”

  Next, Blaze undressed her completely, and the fabric slipped to the floor, dangling around her ankles. Her quim was swollen, and wet for him. She had soft curls which were already soaked as well. He couldn’t wait to plunge inside her, take her.

  He grabbed the feather. “I told you, I’d ruffle them.” And then he teased her, running it over her nipples, down the length of her abdomen and brushing the edge of her pussy.

  She squeaked in protest.

  “So sensitive.” He fisted one of his cocks, with his other hand. “You threaten my control.”

  And then he played with her—sucking each ripe breast and then playing with her quim. Blaze could do this all night, but he had other plans.

  Blaze lifted her then, settling her hips around his waist, and rubbed against her. Her nipples dragged against his chest. She was wet and wanting and his cocks slid through her folds so easily.

  It was such a tease, but he wanted to draw this out and make it good for her.

  Or perhaps I’m delaying the inevitable.

  Somehow, on some level, he knew that once he slid inside her, Blaze would belong to her. And yet he had no desire to run, to save himself. Perversely, part of him wanted to throw his arms around her, and accept his fate.

  For now, Blaze couldn’t wait to push his big cocks inside her, possess her willing flesh, and flood her with his seed. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he untied her, ripped off the blindfold, and carried Molly to the bed, laying her down. She was on her back, thighs spread open, and her breasts heaving.

  He ran the head of his cock around her nipple. The silken, turgid skin against his engorged staff was exquisite, and she made the softest little sighs.

  Her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. Molly’s eyes were glossy with need, her body ripe for the taking, completely his.

  Blaze positioned his largest cock between her breasts, the other nestled against her abdomen. He thrust a few times, enjoying the sensation. Someday, he’d rub them slick with fragrant oil, and wear a path between the two mounds, while he pressed the tips of his cocks into her mouth.

  “It’s time, dove.”

  And then he opened her legs wide.

  Blaze placed her at the edge of the bed and stood between her thighs. It wasn’t quite the right angle, so he stuffed a couple of pillows beneath her hips, so her wet quim was at the perfect height.

  “Mine.” He said, running his fingertips over the slick flesh. Blaze dipped a finger in, and then rubbed her other opening. Her tight arsehole called to him, but Molly wasn’t ready.

  She moaned, head tilting back, baring her neck, and he had the savage animal urge to bite it, mark her.

  “You can’t take my cock in your other hole yet, so you’ll have to satisfy them in turn, one after another.”

  “Mmm, yes.”

  He could get used to her like this, helpless with need. Molly was someone who lived in her head and needed the release.

  Both of them did.

  Blaze started with his smaller, thicker cock, sliding it in first. Blaze grasped her by the legs, shoving them far apart.

  Her quim made the most delightful silken sounds as he slid in and out of her. Her hot sheath hugged his cock as he thrust.

  Molly groaned.

  Sometime he’d have to tie her open for him, while he fucked her like this.

  Fuck it all, I should just keep my cocks inside her at all times.

  And then his movements became harsher, harder, and more intense.

  “Oh, yes, please.” She was on the verge, ready to come for him, let loose, and he wanted to hear her cries.

  She moaned, whimpering, crying for him. And when he could stand it no longer, Blaze slammed into her, letting Molly have all of him.

  With a broken cry, she came.

  And he let loose, filling her with seed, pumping her full.

  She whimpered.

  “Oh, are you exhausted, little dove?”

  Molly nodded.

  “But you’re not done yet. You still have one other cock to please.” Blaze kissed her mouth, nipped her throat.

  Blaze slammed into her again, riding that quim, owning it, ramming into her. He had never felt such a fierce urge, a blinding need. He wouldn’t be whole until he’d claimed all of her.

  Makes a man want three bloody pricks. He’d find a way to push them all inside of her at the same time, too.

  What the bleeding
hell is wrong with me?

  Blaze tried to hold back, keep from exploding, but couldn’t. He gritted his teeth, did his best to think of king and country, but he was lost to the magic of her body, the way Molly responded to him.

  “Tell me, dove,” he panted.

  “Tell you what?”

  “Who you belong to, who owns you.” Blaze had never been this controlling, this voracious for a woman, but couldn’t help himself.

  “You, Blaze, you.”

  He shivered. The words rocked him to his core.

  Blaze let go of one leg, balancing it on his shoulder instead and then slipped between her thighs, playing with her clit. She sobbed, eyes squeezed shut.

  “Come for me, dove. Let me have it.”

  She howled, walls clenching around his prick.

  He thrust hard, one more time and then came, shooting deep into her.

  Mine. All mine.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Molly woke up in Blaze’s bed.

  However, he wasn’t in it with her. When she sat up, she spotted him on the end of it, sitting there with his head in his hands, bent over at the waist as though lost deep in thought.

  As far as she was concerned, last night had been the bliss Blaze had promised her, the perfect ending to a horrible day, and exactly what she needed.

  Molly was still reeling from the comet revelation yesterday, but she’d worry about the planet later. She’d meant what she’d told Blaze earlier. Molly couldn’t waste any time freaking out about Earth while her mother was in jeopardy.

  Being with Blaze had been a welcome release from her cares. Although, it looked as though he didn’t feel the same way. Was Blaze having second thoughts?

  Molly felt like her heart was shrinking in her chest, withering away to nothing.

  “Is everything okay?”

  He flinched, the muscles bunching in his back. “Yes, why wouldn’t it be?” Blaze hadn’t even turned to face her.

  “I don’t know, you’re acting distant.”

  “Nothing’s wrong, I’m thinking.”

  “Okay.” Molly didn’t believe him.

  “After I get done with work, we’ll visit Link, and see if he has any insight.”

  “Thank you, I appreciate it.” Molly knew she had zero chance of saving her mother without Blaze’s help.

  “You are most welcome.”