Page 59 of Midsummer Phoenixes
I followed, making a point to grab for and almost grasp his thighs and legs. He yelped, made a gurgling sound.
“Just give me a sec with the shirt, please.”
“No, you’re mine,” I said but let him get up the stairs.
He ran past the bed and headed for my walk-in. I was going to make my catch there, and I could see how it was going to play out from there.
Moments later, I had him, a hand on his neck, the other on his hip to keep the area from bruising, and like that, I spun him until his front was pushed up against one of the dressers.
He’d brought his arms out to stop himself from moving, gasped at the controlled collision, and glanced at me.
I said, “But, Amory, you are still very nearly fully dressed. What am I to do about that, hmm?”
His bottom lip trembled, but his eyes were dark with lust. “Please. Not the shirt. You fixed it. Please.”
I sighed. “Did I not warn you?”
“Yes but—”
I pulled my hand from his hip and let it wander from his thigh to his butt.
“I caught you. You’re mine.” I leaned in. “All night, you have been parading this around.” I squeezed his butt cheek, kneaded it. “You’re toying with everyone in the diner, aren’t you?”
“I…I try not to.”
I took a deep breath. It was one thing to give him a fantasy and make it so he could easily succumb, another for him to partake like this.
“Are you sure? What I see when I look at you, smiling at people and making eyes at them, is you being a little slut and hoping one of them will follow you to the back and pull your pants down before giving you his cock.”
I grabbed his underwear hard and pulled it down rather than tearing it for the simple fact that I wasn’t sure I could’ve torn it without that being painful for Amory. Some other time.
Amory still made an adorable little sound, especially when I dipped one finger into his crack. He instinctively clenched against the intrusion before relaxing.
I chuckled. “It’s like your hole knows no limits.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” he said.
I pressed against his entrance. “You would. You have. You were busy in the back when I got there. Don’t think I don’t notice such things.”
“But, Soyer—”
I spun him around by the shoulder, pushed his naked ass up against the dresser, and looked him over. Then, I grabbed the shirt that was still held together by two buttons. He’d undone the bow tie already.
He opened his mouth to protest, but I was faster, seizing his shirt and tearing it so the two buttons went flying. I’d sow them back on later while he watched and admired me for my skill with needle and thread. Just an added bonus.
Amory gasped, but surrendered when I slid the shirt off him. I took a moment to admire the firebird on his chest, familiar and yet unlike my own. His bird had birthed fire for him once, and maybe the curse creature bore something wilder than my own.
I smiled. My Amory, the power of wild fire staining those lines against his skin. It seemed unreal, and yet I’d come back to life wrapped in his flames.
I tore my eyes off the firebird and took his wrist in a very gentle lever that allowed me to lead him with me.
“You are bad at following the rules, and you stray. Your slutty ways are a thorn in my side, and I have to remedy them.”
“But I try to be good.”
He was. He meant this, actually. At the same time, he enjoyed this, enjoyed the casual force I exerted, this force he couldn’t escape unless he told me to let him go.
“You give yourself to everyone who wants you. I can smell it on you. You crave cock too badly, Amory. It has always been your problem.”
