Page 43 of Wildfire Witch

“You’re okay with this?” she confirmed.

I barely had to consider before I nodded. “I’ve been trying to serve the greater good my whole life. What could be better than stabilizing the woman I was meant to be with?” I reasoned.

She sighed softly and pressed a kiss to my collarbone. “See? You’re such a sweet man. Let’s get clean first, though. I’m tired of smelling like sweat and smoke.”

I smiled and took the opportunity to soap the supple skin down her legs, taking my time to feel her, before handing the bar back to her. She turned to face me finally, her pupils dilating a bit when they traveled down from my face. The biggest grin split hers. “I knew you’d be a cutie even in your birthday suit!”

“What?” I laughed. At least it was too cold to blush again.

She spread soap over the planes of my chest. I was trim, but not bulky. I stayed in shape for my job and avoided sweets as part of my lifestyle. With her reverent hands as they caressed my muscles and started down my arms, plus the way she looked at me with a near-literal smolder…

Yeah, I was taking a cold shower, but I was harder than a steel pipe.

“You look cute in everything you wear. It’s almost not fair,” she teased.

I put my fists on my hips. “I’m happy to model this suit for you more.”

She cooed and stroked my cock, cleaning it with slick, hot fingers. I shivered at the sensation of cold that followed when she rinsed it and cleaned my legs like an afterthought. Then she tossed the bar to land with a muffled thump somewhere in the back of the tub and pressed her hands to my shoulders, trying to nudge me back. She lifted to her toes, and I met her halfway, our lips brushing, testing, seeing what felt right.

And a lot about the moment felt right as the kiss deepened, our breaths mingling hot and chill together. My cock jumped from the soft noises she made when I cupped and massaged her ass. Then I lifted her and pivoted, so her back was pressed to a tile wall. Ropes of water answered my command, weaving from the showerhead into my waiting hand.

“I have a confession too,” I said playfully. “I had an adventurous late teens practicing for you.”

“Why do I feel like that’s the prelude to some kinky fuckery?” she said in her usual dry tone.

“Just a taste of it tonight. Is there anything you don’t like?” I asked.

“Not that I know of,” she answered. She let me take her wrists, fixing them above her head with a knotted length of watery rope. It’d break if she exerted real pressure on it.

When I had plenty of water to work with, I had a tentacle of pure water shut off the shower and drop the plug in the tub. “If I do anything you don’t want, just tell me to stop. I’m here to pleasure you tonight,” I said.

Her amber eyes were fixed on a water tentacle undulating next to her while I was still getting my bearings on the amount of liquid I was controlling. The first hints of a flush made her skin pink. “As long as I get to touch you later,” she said.

“Later,” I agreed. I kissed her again, trailing kisses from the corner of her mouth to the slender column of her throat. She released a breathy moan when I sucked on her soft skin.

The prospect of impressing my anam cara had once been my driving motivation to practice magic. I’d wanted to use it to pamper her like a queen, and I would. Past tonight, I’d develop it even more to protect her. Rusty was right…we were the only thing standing between her and the outside world. The Fire Brotherhood weren’t the only supernaturals out there that would harm her to take her phoenix.

For now, though, my magic made harmless tentacles of cold water, helping me tease and caress her. I wrapped a chilled coil around one of her boobs while suckling the other into my mouth. She moaned my name with a little giggle, her arms shifting as she fought the urge to hold me there. My hands caressed her backside while the tip of a tentacle traced the outline of her slit.

“Do much back here?” I murmured against her skin. My pinky slipped to the rim of her back entrance, circling slowly. By the way she nearly jumped out of her skin, I had my answer.

“No, but…that felt pretty amazing,” she breathed.

“A little play, then,” I said. With three dudes lusting after her, she’d need to prep for more of this. I let the tentacle take the place of my fingertip, teasing the sensitive pucker.

I nipped her belly as I eased to my knees, taking her legs and handing them to a pair of water tentacles to keep elevated and spread for me. Her pussy made my mouth water, its dark pink petals glistening. I licked her in long strokes, savoring her sweetness. When my lips found her clit and closed over it firmly, her hips jolted.

I started in on my ABCs with the tip of my tongue over the sensitive nub, coaxing up her pleasure. Seeking that first peak of bliss for her. All the while, that water tentacle teased her behind.

“Goddess, Seth, that mouth,” she moaned.

She came with a cry of pleasure and I licked away her come with a moan of my own. Her body went slack, held up by my water magic for the moment it took for me to stand and lift her weight by holding her hips.

There was a familiar rasp to her breathing again, which I tried to ignore while she came down from that high. She needed me, needed our bond so she could take the water element that she needed to keep herself balanced. Maybe we were moving a little fast, but all I wanted was to help heal her.

I also couldn’t kid myself. She was still a beautiful, willing woman who ground against me when I pressed to her front,sliding my cock through her slick folds. “Seth,” she sighed happily.

“This is what you need?” I asked. If there was more I had to do than just finishing our anam cara bond with a good fuck, I’d missed it. And I didn’t want to mess this up.

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