Page 68 of Sapphire Flame
Chapter Seven
That night, as full dark fell over Five Bridges, Grant awoke. When the last remnants of sleep fell away, he realized he hadn’t slept so well in years.
He lay on his side facing Natalie and had a raging, wake-up erection. She was on her back, one arm slung over her head. She looked relaxed as well and he smiled. He’d done this for her in the same way she’d given him a small parcel of peace he hadn’t known in a long time, not since coming to Five Bridges.
He had no intention of acting on his current arousal. He didn’t know her well enough to reach for her. Besides, the woman should sleep.
He shifted his long hair out of the way then rolled onto his back as well. Neil had been insistent about the pair of them getting an invisibility spell. Grant checked his cell for texts and saw that Neil wanted them over at nine.
His internal wolf clock told him the hour. It was 7:03. Exactly. There were advantages to being analterfreak.
He glanced at Natalie once more. Sex was one of those advantages. Like her, he’d been super-charged. Everything had happened in multiples until he’d left so much inside her he couldn’t fathom where it had all come from.
He touched his cock. He was easing down but thoughts of the recent sex had him growing rigid again.
He slid from bed and decided to get on with things, or he doubted he’d be able to control himself much longer. With Natalie, he’d been bumped into preternatural hyper-mode. Not that he was complaining, but he wanted to be respectful.
He hopped in the shower and kept the water on cold for a few minutes. Yet, somehow, the damned hard-on remained.
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Natalie awoke to the sound of the shower running. She’d been dreaming about having sex again with Grant. Oh, damn. She ached down to her toes. Her hips rocked. She remembered feeling this way a few times when she was pregnant, a kind of ridiculous, demanding need that had prompted her to crawl all over Aaron in the mornings.
Of course, she wasn’t pregnant. That seemed to be one of the saddest parts about Five Bridges. There were no children here. Human children couldn’t survive the transformation and she’d never heard of anyone in their world getting pregnant. It was a long-lived life, but without offspring.
Still, she felt as though sex with Grant had re-awakened her and she was in a terrible state of need. She thought about calling to him. Men tended to wake up with erections. But she didn’t know Grant very well and she felt embarrassed by her need.
But when she sat up, ready to get her day started, her thoughts went straight back to having Grant take her on the lawn, from behind. Her sex clenched heavily, and she pressed on her mons to keep from flying apart. What the hell was this?
To hell with it,she thought. She made her decision and left the bed.
The shower was running, and Grant was naked. What else did she need? She’d never known a man to turn down ‘morning’ sex, even if it was dark outside.
She headed straight to the shower. He had his back to the doorway, hands on the tile wall. The rain-head beat down on his back. He didn’t look relaxed at all. Something about the tension in his muscles gave her a hint.
“Hey,” she called out softly.
The look on his face was one of misery. “You’d better not come in here.”
She chuckled. “Are you kidding? If I don’t have you inside me in the next few seconds, I’m going to start screaming. I’m in pain with the need for sex. You up for it?”
He turned around and, yup, the man was hard as rock and no doubt in as much agony as she was.
Natalie flew the rest of the distance. Using levitation, she plastered herself against him. The water was way too cold, though, and she yelped. As he lifted her ass, then found her entrance, she reached out and adjusted the rain shower setting.
When he glided inside, she released a long, heavy groan. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body. He pinned her to the wall for support and began to pump.
All the memories of their time on the grass flowed back like a perfect fantasy porno.
His deep voice hit her mind.I won’t last long. Sorry, I’m—
Go for it. Oh, God, I’m coming.
The orgasm rolled like a searing, erotic wave through her. The pulses of her sex caused him to go faster, which ignited a second orgasm, then a third. There was a profound cacophony of noise in the shower, which she realized was a combination of her cries and his animal-like grunts.
Finally, the exquisite, piercing sensations began to abate. Grant’s movements slowed until he finally drew back. Though still connected, he pushed her damp hair away from her face. “Thank you.”
“Same here.” She explained the state she’d found herself in.
