Page 79 of The Phoenix

“I hear ya. I think. But I’m having trouble brushing aside your brain implant.”

He twisted toward her, bending a knee onto the couch. “I have a proposal that might help.” He grinned. “You get naked. I get naked. We see if we can trigger my warlock.”

Surprise.

While she was still focused on Miller’s exploding head, he gave the let’s-get-naked speech, leaving Galena struggling for a comeback. “We don’t know each other.” Lame. But it was the only thing which popped to mind.

“Right. You want a little get-to-know-each-other chat. Fine. My mother was kind but distant. My dad was a bastard. I was the second son in the family. Hence, no title and land. I did all the tough-guy shite, probably to compensate. Got into some trouble. Found myself and hit the big-time with Custodes Templii. You?”

“No title. No land. No great family. Never really got into trouble. Hit the big-time with the Firebrands.”

“See. We’ve got stuff in common.”

Galena angled her head, her expression unconvinced.

“Okay. I understand. My proposal isn’t romantic enough, luv.”

“That’s not it. I’m an Amazon whose breed doesn’t need romancing to spread our legs.”

He grabbed her hand, his thumb stroking her wrist. Galena’s entire body tensed, her pulse thrumming.

“Glad to hear it, luv. Let’s get shagging.”

Galena ticked off the pros and cons. Then she dismissed all the negativity and zeroed in on the positivity. One fuck. He was the hottest male she’d ever met. She was an Amazon. A warrior. A Firebrand. Her breed jumped into a male’s bed in an instant. They made kids without mating. Had no qualms about fucking and forgetting. So she wasn’t designed for long-term. She and Miller were perfect for each other. Still, why did his touch make her pulse beat drums? Not the soft tap, tap, tap. No. A loud boom, boom, boom. Why did she want to grin like a damn gorrelcat with a bad case of gas whenever he was around?

One fuck to get his warlock going. No cuddling. No promises. Cold. Easy. Do the deed. Orgasm. Walk away. She’d be doing the Firebrands a service. Adding another Blood Coven mage to the fold.

Decision made.

With her hand still in his, she rose from the couch, setting her bottle on the table. “Come with me.” She led him to a room at the back of the Shed after stopping off at the bar to reserve it. The spaces were designed for fast hook-ups. Exactly what she and Miller wanted.

Stop thinking. Start screwing.

When the door closed behind them, Miller went to work. He pointed to the extra-long twin bed, pushing Galena toward it. With her legs touching the mattress, she dragged her shorts and panties to her knees while he unzipped his pants, exposing his rigid, glorious, big penis.

Before she could get her shorts off both feet, he nudged her. She fell backward. Miller crawled on top, his fingers prepping her. Not that she needed it. Just thinking about the human had her dripping wet. He slid in a single thick digit, pumped it, took it out to replace it with two.

Better.

“You sure you want this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You’re so ready for me, luv.”

Once she was panting, he withdrew. Between her spread thighs, he sat on his haunches and fisted his shaft, prodding her opening with the tip. He looked into her eyes. “Still want to give it a go?”

“Don’t stop now.”

“I love a woman who’s sure of herself.” His arms rigid to hold himself above her, he rocked his hips forward. He slammed inside in one motion. He was thick, filling her completely, exquisitely. They fit.

Miller waited for her to set the rhythm. She did. She locked her ankles around him, tilting her hips upward. “More,” she demanded.

He lifted her hands over her head and pounded deeper, her butt hitting the bed as he kept up the action. Flexing his hips, he pumped faster.

“Yes,” she moaned, hungry for him.

His rhythm moved from slow waltz to heavy metal as he took her rough. “Come for me, luv. Your pussy’s so tight. So fucking tight.”

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