by Gina Kincade
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Between the vibration of the motor and her chest pressed against Draven’s back, it was all Cortney could do to keep from moaning by the time they hit the highway. It was a nice day, but not crazy hot. She shouldn’t be so warm on the back of the bike, but her whole body felt as though tiny flames licked at her skin. The sensation stole her breath and had parts of her—parts she now found impossible to ignore—throbbing.
Her heart beat faster, and she struggled to keep her hands where they were. She became more restless with each passing minute. When she adjusted her arms and her hands found a small strip of Draven’s exposed skin just above the waistband of his jeans, she should have moved it right away, but she didn’t.
Draven stiffened but kept the bike steady. “Are you doing okay back there?” he asked, his voice a little deeper than before.
Cortney wanted to say yes. She needed to prove to both of them that she could resist the sexual pull between them, but they’d barely been on the road for a half an hour. If the sensations rushing through her grew much more intense, she’d either come right there on the bike with him listening in, or she’d start tearing at his clothes. Already she had her thumb up under the hem of his shirt and was stroking his hot skin.
“I think I might need a bit of a break,” she said, her voice breathless.
“Hang on. We can get off the main road in just a minute.”
She didn’t try responding. Opening her mouth again at this point would have released the moan she was trying so hard to keep back. She just needed to get off the bike. To put some space between them for a few minutes. Then she could breathe, and the haze of lust making her crazy would dissipate. “Hurry,” she whispered as another wave of throbbing pulses washed over her.
He turned down a dirt road, slowing only enough to drive safely as he went around one bend, then another before pulling the bike to the side.
As soon as he gave her the okay, she was off the bike and practically sprinted away. Now that she wasn’t plastered against him, the air felt cool through her T-shirt, making her moan and her nipples pebble against the thin fabric.
“Just take a few deep breaths,” he said, still straddling the bike.
She flipped her visor up and followed his direction. In through her nose and out through her mouth. “It’s not working,” she said more to herself than to him when she’d done it a few times, and the need continued to build rather than fade.
He swung his leg over the bike and took a few steps toward her.
“No, stay where you are. I can’t be close to you right now.”
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but it won’t go away on its own,” he told her as he came closer still.
“Of course it will.”
“It won’t.” He stood before her and unfastened her helmet. Then placed it on the ground at their feet, before removing his own. “You need to come so the mating craze will ease off for a while.”
When Draven took his helmet off, his eyes glowed a bright amber. It was both mesmerizing and a little frightening. His dark hair stood on end, and she wanted to run her hands through it. Not to brush it into place, but to grip so she could kiss him—hard.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She licked her lips, and her gaze flitted to Draven’s mouth.
He brought his hands to her hips and pulled her closer. Every inch of him was hard against her softer body. When his erection pressed against her belly, she moaned, and her eyes drifted shut.
“As much as I want to take you right here, right now, I won’t,” he whispered into her ear.
His lips at her earlobe had her breath hitching in her throat. “Why?” she asked, her tone more plaintive than it should have been.
He turned her in his arms, pulling her back flush against his chest. She didn’t fight the urge to sway against his body.
“Because you deserve more. You’re not sure about this yet—about me—and I’m not going to push you. But you should know, I’m not a saint. If you keep rubbing your ass against my cock like that, I may have a change of heart.”
Cortney stopped moving. Draven was right. She wasn’t ready for this. She had a career to get back to, but her body was going up in flames, and had no way of dousing the fires he ignited. She whimpered at the thought of riding again without relief.
“Will you let me take care of it for you?” he asked as he gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her through the material of her jeans.
“I don’t know…”
“We have two options. We could get back on the bike. I can take you faster and just listen to those sexy little sounds you were making again and hope I don’t wreck the bike when I hear you come behind me. I bet they get louder as you get closer to orgasm, don’t they?” He pressed his cock more firmly against her ass. “Or, you can stand there. I will stay behind you and keep all of my clothes on. I’ll only use my hands and my mouth as far as either will reach from where I stand. Once you’ve climaxed, we’ll get back on the bike and go again until you tell me to stop.”
She whipped her head around and looked at him over her shoulder. “I won’t need to stop again.”
“Then you’ll be more comfortable for the rest of the ride.”
She wanted to wipe his self-assured smile off his face, but right then, all that mattered was easing the throbbing between her legs so she could breathe again. “I won’t need this, or anything else for the rest of the month.”
“Then I guess I’d better make this one count. Pick your orgasm.”
Heat rushed up her cheeks, but she knew what she wanted. She could have a machine induced orgasm by herself at home. And since it was his fault that she was suffering, it was only right that he help her through it. She nibbled on her lip for a second. “Like this. I want you to make me come like this,” she finally blurted out.
Chapter Five
Draven’s heart pounded, and he had to keep from tearing Cortney’s clothes off her body and feasting on every inch of soft skin he was convinced hid under her clothing. She hadn’t gone out of her way to hide her body, but she hadn’t worn anything particularly revealing either.
The soft curves of her breasts pushing against his back had been a special kind of torture. One he looked forward to experiencing again. But not yet. First, he had to take care of her needs—if only temporarily. She could deny it all she wanted, but the mating craze wouldn’t die down just because she had an orgasm. It would ease a little, but it would come back, stronger than ever. He just hoped that they could get all the way home before it took full swing. They were still two hours away. Yeah, they’d be stopping again.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her to him and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. She leaned her head to the side with a sigh, giving him better access. “Just close your eyes and lean against me. I won’t let you fall.”
He brought his hands up, cupping her breasts in his palms. Her nipples hardened at his touch. He rolled them gently through the fabric.
“That’s nice,” she said as she rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned when he gave them a tug, making his cock jerk. More than anything, he wanted to let go and give in to the craze, but this wasn’t about him—or his needs. Only she mattered. He slid his hand down, kissing her neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin behind her ear. She sucked in her belly, giving him the room he needed to work the snap free.
Soft lace met his fingertips. Cortney’s body shook in his arms, and her breasts heaved with her ragged breaths. “Please,” she whispered so softly he wasn’t sure he heard her.
“I want to savor this. I want to take my time and learn every single thing about you. Find out what makes that sexy little whimper slip past your lips, and what makes you scream. But that’s not what you need right now, is it?” He dipped lower until his fingertips rested at the top of her mound.
Shakin
g her head from side to side, she shifted against him, not so much to tease him, but to spread her legs wider.
“I want to hear you say it. I won’t take anything for myself, but I want to hear your words, your sighs, and your moans. Those will be for me.” He nipped her shoulder then sucked on the pink skin.
“Just do it. Touch me,” Cortney said, and he had to keep from grinning at her impatient tone. No one else would dare speak to him that way.
“Where, little bird? Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked as he slid a finger over her swollen clit. “You’re so wet, Cortney. Your body knows what it wants. Tell me.”
She ground her pelvis forward, seeking more contact, but he wouldn’t let her deny him.
“There. Please,” she begged. But before Draven could bring his fingers to her again, she was wiggling and jerking her jeans lower. “Touch me there.”
The smell of her arousal, the softness of her skin, and the liquid heat making his fingers slick were all too much. The phoenix struggled against his hold. It wanted its mate. It wanted to claim and mark and take. With a groan, he thrust his hips forward, grinding his cock against her ass. Pale yellow flames licked down his arms to his hands, reaching for more than he had right to take. Goosebumps rose on her skin in the wake of his flame, and she tipped her head back. Her long moan filled the silence around them.
“Here?” he asked, his voice barely recognizable as he spread her lips with his fingers and found her clit again.
“Yes.” Writhing against him, she reached down, joining her hand with his, guiding him, showing him what she wanted—what she needed. Her breathy sighs and lengthy moans brought his phoenix closer to the edge. Waves of his heated energy left his body to encompass her, drawing her closer, deeper. With every swipe of his fingers, every touch, each caress, the lick of his flame followed, igniting need within him—in her.
Cortney looked down, watching their joined hands, gasping, and moaning with each swipe on her flesh. His flame covered her, slid lower, and sought entrance.
“The fire is on me,” she whispered, but she didn’t pull away. “It feels good.”
“My phoenix is touching you. Tasting you. Feel its power. Its strength. Its desire,” he told her. “He wants to be inside you, little bird. Will you let him in?”
Her body shook, and she kept their hands moving. For a moment, Draven thought she wouldn’t answer as she moaned louder and louder. “Yes,” she finally said. The phoenix didn’t wait. The flames spread further, prodding at her entrance.
Draven moaned and thrust against her, seeking some measure of relief, but nothing short of burying himself balls deep inside her pussy would assuage the need beating at him. Waves of pleasure crashed into him as his phoenix stroked inside her.
Her breathy sighs quickened, and her fingers tightened around his.
Using his free hand, he grasped her hair and turned her face to his, crushing her mouth with his, swallowing her screams. Her body jerked in his arms, and her legs gave out, but he was ready. He supported her, holding her against him as he slowed their movements and withdrew his phoenix. The beast wasn’t ready to retreat. It wanted to stay within her for hours. Maybe days, but she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet, but soon.
Chapter Six
She was fucked. Totally fucked. Cortney had never come like that. Ever. Not by herself, not with a partner, and certainly never with a toy. She wanted to blame the bike and the vibrations of the powerful motor for getting her all worked up, but she’d ridden a motorcycle before, and it had never had that effect on her. All she knew was that even though they had been on the road less than an hour, and she’d had the most amazing orgasm of her life just before climbing back on, she was already craving Draven’s touch again.
At some point, since they’d gotten back on the road, her hands had made their way under the edge of his shirt. She tried not to stroke his skin. She tried so hard, but the play of hard muscle, and the heat radiating from him made it impossible not to want to touch and caress. Her fingers played with the edge of the sexy grooves on either side of his lower abdomen. Something she would have liked to explore more of had it not been for the waistband of his jeans getting in the way.
Realizing what she was doing, Cortney pulled her hands back up, but all that did was slide her palms over the ridged muscles beneath them. His moan drifted through the mic, making her pussy clench, and a fresh wave of heat pour out of her.
She closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. What the hell was she doing feeling the man up? She had to stay strong. If she didn’t get a hold of herself, she really would be begging him to stop again. Either that, or she’d let her hands explore lower, and that would be a mistake. Right? Of course, it would.
When he slowed and signaled a turn, her heart sped. She had no idea where they were going. Maybe the road coming up on the right was the turn off to the Odyssey. Maybe it wasn’t. Either way, she’d find out soon enough.
They had driven for a few minutes before he signaled a left turn. “Hold on, it’s going to get bumpy,” he warned, his voice rougher than it had been.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her heart pounding.
His throaty laugh had her pussy clenching again and her breath catching in her throat.
“Not hardly,” he said as he maneuvered the motorcycle over the rough dirt road.
Before she could say anything else, they were stopped. She climbed off and waited for him to do the same. With impatient movements, he jerked his helmet off and hung it on the handlebar, then strode away from her, not looking at her even once. A picnic table with paint chipping sat off to the right. Beyond that, a lake. The sun sparkled on the water’s surface, drawing her attention.
What was she supposed to do? Follow him? They weren’t at the Odyssey, that much she knew. Not unless their homes were up in the trees. Oh, God, she hoped that wasn’t the case. She didn’t know much about phoenixes. They didn’t live in nests, did they? She giggled at the visual of Draven sitting in a nest of straw and dirt, high up in a tree. She glanced up to the top of the tall pines just to be sure. Nope, no nests that would fit a grown man, much less a bunch of them that would hold a whole group of phoenixes.
She pulled her helmet off and sat it on the picnic table before hoisting her butt up there. If Draven wanted her to follow, he should have said so. He didn’t stop moving until he reached the water’s edge. Once there, he just stood there, looking over the water with his hands fisted at his sides. Had she made him angry? Maybe he didn’t like being touched. Though from what they’d done earlier, and his moan, she hadn’t thought that was the case.
She waved a mosquito away from her arm. The area was pretty with wildflowers growing all over. The scent of the forest reminded her of her childhood when her parents had taken her and her siblings camping. Some of her fondest memories had been spent by a lake or around a campfire. The trail they’d ridden on to get there was overgrown, and it was obvious the place hadn’t seen a human in years, but she could imagine it had been a popular spot in the past.
Draven’s sudden burst of laughter made her jump, and her gaze flew back to him. He turned, and the first thing she noticed was the glowing amber of his eyes. The second, was his predatory stare as he closed the distance between them. She should get off the table, maybe even run, but something in the way he looked at her made her want to spread her legs and invite him in. She didn’t, but her body wanted it. Traitor.
Keeping herself from leaning closer when he stepped into her space was impossible. His scent, hot and spicy, mixed with the sheer hunger blazing in his eyes sent all rational thought flying from her brain. She grabbed a handful of his T-shirt and pulled him the rest of the way. He didn’t hesitate. The instant their lips met, he devoured her. A needy moan—hers, his, she wasn’t sure—filled the air around them. He pulled her ass closer to the edge of the table and spread her legs, pushing himself flush against her throbbing flesh. His heat seeped through the layers of fabric, re-igniting her need. Not that
it had left her to begin with.
She brought her hands up his back under his shirt, loving the feel of his rippling muscles under her fingers. “I want to see you,” she whispered as she lifted the shirt higher.
“That’s not a good idea. I’m barely holding on as it is,” he said, his voice husky.
The sexy sound had her clit throbbing. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him tighter against her. She moaned at the friction. His fingers gripping her ass tighter. “Take your shirt off, Draven,” she told him. No, it wasn’t a good idea, but at that moment, nothing but seeing what her imagination had conjured up during their ride out there was more important.
He opened his mouth to object, but then reached behind his neck with one hand and pulled the shirt up and off.
Yeah, that hadn’t been a good idea. A fresh wave of wetness moistened her panties at the sight of him. Every defined muscle begged for her touch. She wanted to trace the outline of each one with her tongue. She really shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help it. She brought her hands up his ridged belly and over his chest, pausing only a moment to swipe her thumbs over his taut nipples.
Draven closed his eyes. “You’re making this really hard, little bird. I’m doing my best to keep from doing what I want, but each stroke of your hand…” he trailed off when she ground her pelvis against his cock.
“What do you want?” she asked him, fully aware that she was playing with fire.
He opened his eyes and locked gazes with her. “I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you senseless. I want to claim you so much it hurts, but you’re not ready for that.”
He was right. She wasn’t ready. At least, not for the claiming part. The fucking she was totally on board with. “Can’t we do one without the other? I mean, the fucking, not the claiming?”
He pulled her closer, burying his head in her shoulder. He kissed her there, licked her skin, then nipped at it with his teeth before kissing it again. “No. Not right now, at least. My phoenix is too needy. It doesn’t care that you’re not ready. It just wants to tie you to him forever, and the craze is driving me too hard. I’m not sure I’d be able to keep it from happening.”