Page 18 of Ignited Spirits
“I’m sorry,” she whispers while avoiding my gaze.
“Are you?” I growl at her. “Because you jump into danger at every turn.”
She has a stunning disregard for her safety when anyone else is in danger, and it infuriates me.
“It’s not like I had a choice, wolf boy. I couldn’t just let Archer fucking die.” Her voice chokes up, and she struggles to get out the last word.
I know she’s right. I know she was in an impossible position. I know there’s nothing else she could’ve done. But if she keeps making these choices, she’s eventually going to run out of luck.
When she does, my little mate will be gone forever, and I can’t live in a world without her. I just can’t.
Wrapping an arm around her, I haul her against me. “I know you didn’t have a choice in that situation, and I’m endlessly grateful you brought him back. But I need you to promise me you’ll never do anything like that again.”
Her mouth opens in surprise before she narrows her eyes at me. “You know I can’t make that promise. If something like this happens again, which I hope to God it doesn’t, I would make the exact same choice.”
As much as I don’t want to lose Archer, Cain, Bishop, or even Levi, I’d rather one of us die than Izzy.
“Wrong fucking answer,” I growl before swooping down to slam my lips against hers. Even though she’s angry, she still melts against me and opens for me when I sweep my tongue into her mouth. She tastes exactly like she smells, and I have to hold in a groan at the sunshine and berry flavor exploding across my taste buds.
She throws her arms around my neck, trying to get as close to me as she can. I tangle a hand in her hair and tilt her face for better access as I continue devouring her.
When I eventually pull away from the kiss, I lean my forehead on hers. “You drive me crazy. You know that, wildcat?”
“I’ve heard it a time or two,” she pants, still looking dazed from the kiss. My lips kick up into a smug smile at how much I affect her with just a kiss.
“You going to promise me not to put yourself in danger like that again?” When she shakes her head, I sigh. “Guess I’ll just have to find a way to convince you.”
She has a second to look puzzled before I grab her around her waist and lift her up into my arms. Squeaking in surprise at the sudden position change, she wraps her legs and arms around me to keep herself steady, like she thinks I’d drop her.
Huffing at her lack of faith, I carry her the few steps to one of the chaises. I kneel on it before lowering her down onto her back.
She blinks up at me in confusion until I hike her long dress up around her hips, giving me a great view of her pussy. The only thing in the way is her underwear. Fisting the material in one hand, I yank it toward me, effortlessly tearing the thin lace.
“Luca!” Izzy shouts in surprise. She looks between the black lace in my hand and me a few times, like she doesn’t understand what happened.
“Yes, wildcat?” I try hard to keep the smile out of my voice, enjoying her reaction more than I should.
She glares at me and crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her breasts. “You just shredded my panties! What the fuck?”
“It was easier than taking them off. Don’t worry. I’ll buy you ten more pairs, if that’s really what you want.”
“That’s not the…” She trails off as I rub her clit in small circles. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, she loses herself to the sensations.
“What’s that?” I ask, knowing full well what I’m doing.
She opens her mouth to say something right as I shove a finger inside her. All that comes out is a breathy moan. I can’thelp the satisfied smile at making her lose all coherent thought and unable to do anything other than feel.
Pushing another one inside her, I let out a soft groan at how she clamps down around me, her pussy milking my fingers. My dick twitches at the thought of being buried to the hilt in her. With my other hand, I rub my erection, trying to get a little relief from how rock-hard I am.
After a minute or two of working my fingers in and out of her, I feel her start to get close. Her breathing picks up, and she digs her fingers into the velvet of the chaise. Izzy’s entire body pulls taut as she prepares to fall off the edge, but I stop before she can come.
Her eyes pop open in surprise.
One side of my mouth tilts up. “You can come when you promise never to do something so damn reckless again.”
“It wasn’t reckless,” she protests. “I had no other choice and had the waters of the Styx to help. That was just about the least reckless healing I’ve ever done.”
That doesn’t make me feel better like she thinks it should. I hate that she’s been healing spirits for years alone and without backup.
