Firebinders: Marek (The Firebinders Book 1)

by Isobelle Cate

  Marek returned to her tilting her face to look up at him. Gwen saw her hunger mirrored in his own eyes. Those strong cheekbones, straight nose, and wide firm lips belonged to a now familiar stranger whose lips she desperately wanted to taste. As if he read her mind again, he leaned down to brush his lips over hers, skimming, teasing before claiming.

  Her body became like putty. The moment she allowed him in, Marek deepened the kiss growling softly. The ache inside her intensified, the need to ease it so strong it started to hurt. Every flick and slide of Marek’s tongue against hers brought an answering swirl of her own. He pulled her up and flush against his body. His hand cupped the back of her head while his other arm possessed her waist to bring her closer. A moan escaped her throat just as she raised her arms putting them around his neck. The slight turbulence under their feet didn’t deter them from getting what their bodies craved. Marek ended the kiss so that he could sit them both on the couch.

  “Straddle me,” he ordered his eyes half lidded. “I can feel the heat in your pussy, Gwen. I can smell what I want to lick from you.”

  Her breath hitched at his words. She should have been offended by his crassness but it only made her want him more. She did as he asked and leaned her forehead against his, her hands braced against the couch’s backrest. His finger traced the seam of her jeans at the apex of her thighs and it brought a deepening frustration inside her at the barrier her clothing made. Biting her lip, Gwen moved her hips against his teasing finger. She was in near bliss when Marek obliged her by bucking against her and allowing her to sit on his erection. Gwen inhaled sharply, her eyes closing tight to concentrate on the sensations forging through her body. She was invariably wet and aching for the hard bulge in his pants, mewling at the contact and rubbing herself to ease the hunger that was beginning to consume her. God, she had never been this daring in her entire life! She pulled back, eyes open wide when she felt the brush of his warm hand against her belly holding to the button of her jeans and her stomach contracted. His scent swirled around her. Cologne? His pheromones? It turned her on so badly she wanted to tear his clothes off.

  “Gwen.” He sucked the erratic pulse on the base of her neck. “I’ve asked the pilots not to come in. Your sweet smell is driving me crazy.” He removed her hair tie sinking his hands into her tresses as they fell around her shoulders. The rough edges of his voice softened. “I’ve wanted to touch you ever since I saw you at the front desk. I’ve wanted to hold you the moment those bastards scared you when they appeared at your hotel door. I’ve wanted to protect you when another set of those slimy bastards followed you to the airport. Now you’re here with me, I’m going to make my fantasy come to life. I will have your sweet pussy against my mouth and lick up every bit of sweet nectar that comes from you. That too much to ask?”

  Oh…my…God.

  “Marek, you’re giving me sexual overload.” Gwen laughed softly, disbelief threading through her voice. The thought of Marek’s mouth on her just about ruined her panties.

  She cupped his face to kiss him, her palms brushing the stubble on his jaw. They were inside a plane that kept them moving forward to their destination and yet here they were suspended in time.

  What in the world was she doing? Did this count as a one night stand at thirty-five thousand feet? Pragmatism trumped everything all the time except for this moment. Her body buzzed, desire swarming her that made every pore in her body take notice. The thought that she was just going to be another notch on his bedpost crept in from the fringe of her subconscious, but she didn’t care. After today, she’d be on the run again once she left him. She’d hide in Oban just as she planned. She’d lie low for a while until everything blew over. She still didn’t know what she’d tell her dad but she had to warn him even if she didn’t want to pull him into this sudden danger she was in.

  Marek waited, watched every emotion that flickered across her face. She gazed once more into Marek’s eyes and knew without a doubt that she’d take this chance at pleasure that she might not have ever again.

  Kissing him once more she moved her lips against his jaw, her teeth gently grazing the side of his neck, licking and tasting the saltiness of his skin, inhaling his cologne that mixed with his own heady musk, spurred on by his heated breath that blew against the tendrils of her hair. God, she could do this all day.

  Marek’s hands skimmed the sides of her body down to her waist, tightening his grip so he could buck his arousal against her sex. All indecision flew away when Marek leaned them both down on the couch. The danger that one of the pilots might exit the cockpit while they were making out despite Marek’s order, mortified and excited her. He kneeled up, skimming his hands over her thighs before unbuttoning her jeans. Grabbing the waistband, he gently pulled it down along with her panties and her sneakers in the process. Cold air washed over her licking at the wetness between her thighs and making goose bumps appear on her skin. Marek covered her body with his and demanded entry into her mouth again. She curled her legs around him nudging her wet sex against Marek’s denim covered hardness, her breath seesawing every time Marek hit her sweet spot.

  She groaned when he sat up. Marek didn’t speak. Lust swirling in his eyes he raised her T-shirt but only lifted it halfway, covering her eyes.

  “Marek?”

  “Keep it there,” he said, his voice tight and strained.

  “I can’t see.” She couldn’t stop panting. Her body liquefied under Marek’s touch.

  “Exactly.”

  “What?”

  Her skin quivered wherever Marek’s hands roamed over her body. Her stomach undulated and tensed when he traced a finger across her lower belly.

  “Robbing you of your sight will make you feel more,” he said.

  The couch dipped between Gwen’s thighs and the right side of her body. Gwen gasped against Marek’s mouth when he dipped his tongue taking possession of her. Then he was gone but his fingers trailed over her chin down her neck sending ripples of desire through her. He continued his painstakingly slow trail towards her breastbone where he snapped the front clasp of her bra. Gwen bit her bottom lip, moaning and writhing below him.

  “You’ve got the perfect tits,” he murmured, before cupping one and closing his mouth over her nipple.

  “Marek...” Gwen arched against his mouth nearly falling apart as desire made a beeline to her quim. He teased both her breasts, sending her to dizzying heights of delight but whimpered when his hand skimmed her body to cup her bare mound. Her pussy was so wet she felt her heat trickle down her crack.

  “Fuck, Gwen,” Marek groaned as he ran a finger up and down her slit before gently pressing and playing with her clit. “All this for me.”

  Gwen bucked her hips, her breathing shallowing the moment he inserted a finger inside her while another finger continued to play with her clit. She didn’t know which fingers he used. She no longer knew which was up or down. All her senses honed on the pampering of her sex. She was Marek’s plaything, the recipient of indescribable pleasure that she could feel her orgasm building.

  Marek let go of sucking her breasts, his body moving downward. He left open mouth kisses on her skin as he moved lower down her sternum, nipping at her belly before kissing her pubis. The wet spots he left were quickly dried by the cool air. He inhaled.

  “Oh, baby, I like the nectar I see coating your pussy,” he muttered. He held her thighs moving them further apart. “Pink and plump.”

  His voice deepened trailing off.

  “All mine.” He blew against her mound and she automatically clamped shut. Marek chuckled. “I’m going to tongue fuck this hole, Gwen, and you’re going to take it just like you want to.”

  Her hip’s bucked and she gasped the moment she felt Marek’s mouth on her. He licked her, ate her, sucked on her labia before gently taking her clit into his mouth. He speared her hole flattening his entire mouth around so that he could flick his tongue inside.

  “Oh God…”

  Just as he promised, Marek had
her like a man who hadn’t eaten in days. Her pussy muscles clenched against his tongue, his fingers. She was helpless under the onslaught of his flattened tongue against her clit. Marek held her ass like a platter and her pussy his delicacy. Gwen rocked against his mouth, his tongue flicking her anywhere and everywhere she wanted. She cried out when Marek held her immobile as his tongue went in and out of her hole.

  “Marek…I can’t hold on…” she whimpered. “I’m going to come.”

  “Hold on, baby,” he murmured, the sound vibrating through her. She gasped when he placed two fingers into her and curling them upward. “Let’s get you prepped for you coming in my mouth.”

  Her body taut, she was becoming delirious with the ecstasy. He flicked his fingers inside her slowly before increasing the tempo. Marek took her clit into his mouth once more and flicked it at the same time.

  “Oh…oh…oh.” Her release built and her vagina squeezed the faster Marek flipped his fingers inside her, her thighs tensing. “Marek, yes!”

  Her body exploded and arched in the face of her climax and she had to clamp her lips together to stop herself from completely screaming. She felt suspended higher than the thirty-five thousand feet they were gliding on, rising above the stratosphere until she could fly no more. Then Marek brought her down slowly, teasing her and lapping her up until the sounds around her returned her to her place on the couch.

  Marek was used to women falling over themselves to please him even before he asked. Gwen was different. He couldn’t stop the impulse to allow her to find her release and watch her come undone. He couldn’t wait to see the ecstasy on her face and to fall apart in his arms completely. When she came, his chest swelled, pride seeping into his every sinew of his body.

  Simply put, he was happy.

  Her scent surrounded him, her taste filled him. Her cries thrilled him. And still he couldn’t get enough. Marek smirked. Gwen was going to have marks on her thighs from his tight grip on her so no other man would have her. Good. It just seemed to be the right thing to do. He rose from kneeling to drink in her body lying spent on the couch. God, he was going to rip his jeans if Gwen continued to display herself that way.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, leaning forward to capture Gwen’s mouth letting her taste herself on his tongue while he continued to pet her. Gwen mumbled incoherently.

  “I was right. Your pussy tastes good,” he spoke again sitting beside her while he licked his fingers. He grinned at her flushed face and body. He looked down at his jeans. Gwen’s wet spot was noticeable.

  Fuck!

  Marek leaned over to give her one last kiss before moving to clasp her bra and bring her shirt down to cover her delectable body. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she descended from her sexual high. Then she opened them her pupils still dilated, sucking him into their depths. A smile ghosted on her lips.

  And the coldness around Marek’s heart cracked.

  “You better put your underwear and jeans on before the crew comes in.” He winked as he handed her undies and jeans to her. “Unless you want me to continue where we left off and give good ‘ol Greg a coronary.”

  He helped her sit up, a feeling of pride inflating his chest at seeing the blush on her cheeks. Yeah, he did that.

  “Do you always do this to every female you take in your plane?” She started dressing starting with her panties and jeans. Damn, Marek wished he still had a few minutes more looking at Gwen’s bare pussy.

  A faint smile ghosted his lips. “No.”

  “Oh.” Gwen’s movements slowed. She looked at him from underneath her lashes and Marek had the sudden urge to take her again. His cock protested when he curbed the compulsion.

  “So talk.” He prodded instead, putting his arm over the backrest.

  Gwen pressed her lips together.

  Marek couldn’t stop watching her. He gazed at the graceful sweep of her shoulders, the column of her throat, the way her dark hair tumbled in a silken curtain when she lay on the couch. Her stomach wasn’t as flat as a washboard but she was shapely, her waist gently cinched. He liked the way her lashes fluttered over her green eyes, found her nose that very slightly flattened at the tip adorable. And her mouth…damn. Her luscious mouth was red and swollen from his kisses. Now that he knew how sweet she tasted he doubted he’d ever get enough.

  Yet Gwen was not his to keep and he wasn’t warming up to the idea that he’d have to let her go once they landed in New Orleans. There was nothing to keep her with him. The thought of their imminent separation made Marek wish that the plane kept flying and not land at all. He rubbed the dull ache in the centre of his chest and his forehead pulled closer to a scowl.

  “Marek.”

  “Hmmm…?”

  “Are you even listening?” Gwen’s forehead puckered.

  “Sorry. Got carried away watching you looking so animated about your work.” And your mouth. His rock hard cock strained.

  Her face softened. “I am. That’s why I’m at a loss how to continue.”

  “Before you allowed me to eat your pussy, you said that there was a bluish almost purple layer that separated from the blood.”

  “Bloody hell, really, Marek?” Gwen covered her face.

  “Couldn’t help it.” He grinned.

  “Be serious please.”

  Marek tried to, but all he wanted to do was to continue where they left off.

  “What happened when you extracted it? Were you able to determine what type it was?”

  Gwen cleared her throat. “Yes…well, uh…that’s just it.” She eventually sighed. “It doesn’t fit into any blood type.”

  All kinky thoughts of what he wanted to do to Gwen started to fade. Something about the hesitancy in her voice made him take notice.

  Gwen continued. “Blood groups are based on the absence or presence of antigens A and B. O is the universal donor because it doesn’t have either A or B antigens in the red cells but has both A and B antibodies in the plasma. Then you have the Rh factor that determines whether the blood type is positive or negative. This rare blood has all of these. It has both antigens and antibodies.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Antigens and Rh factors. It has all of it. There’s no distinction between positive and negative.” Gwen became animated, her eyes turning a vivid green.

  “And that’s good?” Marek’s heart pounded loudly.

  “Yes.” Gwen gestured her excitement with her arms. “This was what I was studying long before I began working for Sebastian Pharma. The blood is more universal than Type O blood. It’s the kind of blood that will adopt to the host’s blood and do what it’s supposed to do.”

  “What is it supposed to do?”

  “It’s supposed to heal and it will.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Because that was where I left my experiment before I resigned. It’s still relatively all up in the air but based on my notes, this unique strain of blood proves my theory.”

  Marek stared at Gwen. The talks he had with his father about the complexity of their blood coming back to him – when his father told him that their blood was the rarest of the strains because of Hephaestus and Immaru. Why they had to store their own blood for emergencies, kept under lock and key in the blood bank they owned and where his mother had worked. No one, not even those employed in the facility knew about how different their blood was.

  Did the fates have a hand in this? Was that the reason he entered the hotel just as Gwen was being harassed by the men in the lobby, in the hotel corridor, and at the airport? His mother always said that things happened in threes. Good or bad, there was a reason why things occurred. Marek didn’t know whether he should be ecstatic at the discovery or dread what Gwen had stumbled upon.

  She had just analysed a firebinder’s blood.

  ****

  Gwen was puzzled when the interest the lit up Marek’s eyes disappeared and his expression shuttered.

  What just happened? What did she say to make Marek suddenly c
lose down? From the blatant sexual bantering and double entendrés, he was now as stiff as a plank and almost just as unyielding when he stood and sauntered to the galley.

  “Coffee?” He faced her briefly before going through the motions of slotting a pod into the machine.

  If Gwen hadn’t been basking in her sexual high, she would have called him on his change of attitude. What she didn’t expect was the sting she experienced at his sudden aloofness. She didn’t have a clue why but it bloody deflated her enthusiasm about something that meant a lot to her.

  “Cream, one sugar,” she said still baffled by the sudden coldness that permeated the pressurised air conditioned cabin. She got up from the couch and returned to her seat, the silkiness between her thighs a continuous reminder of what they had just done.

  She looked away with a slight grimace. What a way to get introduced to the Mile High Club. She blinked against the sharpness behind her eyelids and took a deep breath exhaling slowly as if that would ease the humiliation poking at her. She brushed that away. She had entered into this heavy petting session with open eyes. She was a big girl with big girl panties she needed to wear pronto. She had known what she was getting into. Shame had no place in that.

  The smell of coffee and the faint taint of jet fuel made her throat convulse to stop her nausea becoming full blown. She had smelled worse before, in Afghanistan during her stint as a volunteer medic with the British Army. Nothing prepared anyone for the smell of death when no amount of detergent could take the stench away.

  How could she have been so gullible? It was one thing to accept Marek’s invitation to leave Texas. It was another to be conned by a smooth talking playboy with a private jet who pretended to be interested in her work so that he could finger fuck her. Gwen couldn’t stop the cynical pull of her mouth.

  Talk about paying her way to New Orleans.

  She turned to the window, the bright blue skies marred by the tiny ice crystals on the outer pane. She couldn’t wait to return to Liverpool, drop by her father’s house in the Lake District before she made her way to Oban. The thought that she had left her research unfinished gnawed at her. More than that, it frustrated her to no longer have access to the blood. How to get another sample was the question. She could contact Ken but that would be too risky, not only for Ken and his family but for her too. With his connections and resources, Sebastian Highmore’s tentacles would easily find her if she even as much as bleeped her location. Even with the new phone she had bought when she bought her new laptop, she couldn’t be too careful.