Page 44 of Reign

She looked at me, and I let her see my own flames. The Hell-beast that lived in me. “You aren’t burning.”

I smiled. “No, you are my Firecracker. You can never hurt me.”

She slowly raised her flaming hand to my cheek. “Good.”

“Send Fire away again, sweetness. We have to go.”

She nodded, her hands dropping to my hips, her gaze travelling down my nakedness. A smirk tilted her mouth. Dammit. She was so sexy. I swallowed as my body reacted to her touch and her sultry gaze.

“Ember, sweetness, send Fire back to rest. We are safe now. No one is going to hurt us.” Swallowing hard, I clothed myself and her, placing a hand on her lower belly. She didn’t know why, but I did, and I needed to reassure myself that our baby was unharmed. A small pulse of energy hit my hand, and I relaxed.

Ember rested her forehead on my chest, and the flames receded. I breathed a sigh. “Well done. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

She straightened and nodded. I got us in the car and drove out of there quickly. All the way back to the compound, Ember rested her hand on my thigh. She was quiet and tense. I didn’t talk, just held her hand. She’d met her phoenix for the first time tonight. She’d need time to process that.

Chapter 16

Ember

Back at the compound,I made myself release Connor’s hand. I didn’t want to, and it even made me angry that I had to. Seeing him walk naked through the flames I’d somehow created had been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. If I’d had any doubts about him being mine, I didn’t now. And I wanted him. Badly. So much I’d barely been able to think about anything else on the way back.

I pulled him away from the SUV, up the steps, and inside. As soon as the door was shut, I rounded on him. Grabbing his jacket, I slammed him up against it. At least, he let me slam him up against it.

I gazed up at him, my heart thudding against my ribs. “I don’t want anyone taking you away from me.” My words were growled, and I knew my connection to both Mea and Fire was amplifying the protectiveness I felt. I couldn’t help it. Releasing the flame that burned through my soul when I’d seen how outnumbered we were had been instinctive. Fire had swamped me, and her anger still rode me, right alongside the fear that had torn at my heart.

“No one can ever take me from you. Not even the Devil himself could do that.” Connor’s voice was rough and low, his eyes intense.

I jumped up and clamped my legs around his waist, slamming my lips against his. “Good,” I said when I let us up for air. “Because I’ll burn anyone who tries.”

He smirked, and his eyes dropped to where my breasts rose and fell rapidly, pushing against the material of my shirt, before he stared down at the juncture between my legs and then back at my face. He inhaled, and his eyes darkened. “Do you want me, Firecracker?”

I leaned in and kissed him again, my tongue dancing with his. We were both panting when he wound my hair around his fist and held me back. I snarled. I wanted to kiss him. He wasmine.“Yes. Right now.”

“Thank the gods, because I’m going to take you back to my room and make you come screaming my name. Then I’m going to claim you again. You're mine, Em.”

He lowered me to my feet and straightened my clothes. I met his beautiful cerulean and black gaze. Slowly, to show him I wanted this as much as he did, I reached forward and ground my hand down the impressive erection that was straining against the material of his jeans.

He closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck. It’s been far too long since I felt your touch on my skin.”

He swung me into his arms, and I didn’t complain, not when he kissed me deeply and strode towards our rooms. The door clicked open without him even touching the keypad, and we were up the stairs without his mouth leaving mine for a second. I drank him down, his taste, his touch; I couldn’t get enough of him.

He lowered my feet to the floor and pulled off my top, unclipping my bra before my shirt had even hit the ground. I fumbled with his belt, desperate to get his clothes off him and see his glorious body again. I’d only just managed to get his belt open when he shoved my jeans and panties down. He held my wrists.

“Me first,” he rumbled and dropped to his knees. I balanced with my hands on his rock hard shoulders. He looked up at me, almost as if he was worshipping me. Slowly he slid my bra straps down, his gaze feasting on my full breasts. My nipples had been super sensitive lately, and as soon as the cold airbrushed them, they stood out. His gaze only made them harder and ache more than ever. I bit back a groan as his hands cupped them, squeezing gently. He rose up just enough to take a nipple in his mouth, worshipping it with his tongue, teeth and lips before he released it and gave the other the same attention.

“Connor...” My pleas were just frantic whispers. I wanted him to stop and take me. I wanted him inside me. Yet, I didn’t want to stop feeling his hot mouth on my skin.

“Shh, I want to kiss you everywhere, Firecracker. I’ve missed you so much. I need to do this to prove to you that you belong with me. That you truly are mine.”

I already knew that. I had since I’d first seen him. And connecting with the phoenix in my soul had freed another part of me that knew it too. “I know I am yours. Because you are mine, too.” I swallowed hard at the thought of this powerful shifter king being mine. My mate. Mea howled her agreement. Connor snapped his head up. “Prime and Mea need each other again, too. But I need to taste you, to worship you first.”

And worship he did. His mouth kissed me everywhere, his hands holding my waist, my hips and finally curling around my buttocks. He reverently kissed my lower tummy, his gaze fixed on there as if he could see inside me. “Hey,” he whispered and kissed my skin again. His gaze lowered and darkened as he looked at the glistening skin between my legs. He buried his face in my heat and inhaled deeply.

“Mine,” he growled.

At the first stroke of his tongue, I shuddered and groaned long and low. “Oh. My. Gods.”

He did it again and again. I gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, my legs no longer able to support me. He was relentless, licking and sucking the sensitive bundles of nerves at my apex. He moaned and pushed two fingers inside me, curling them to touch my g-spot. Pleasure built like a storm inside my pelvis, and I came, squeezing his fingers and groaning his name.

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