Page 14 of The Lawgiver's Firebrand
When the car stopped at an airfield, Ari wide-eyed a waiting helicopter. Exiting the limo, she pulled him to a halt. “This is too much.”
“Nothing is too good for you.” Daire insisted she climb the airsteps in front of him.
Inside, she paused to stare at the interior. “Holy Angor, this is … overstated.”
“Here, Ari.” He waved her toward a plush leather couch. Once she dropped onto the cushions, he slid beside her, thigh to thigh. The pilot glanced at Daire, who nodded, approving takeoff.
“We could have used a portal,” said Ari.
“Where’s the fun in that? Traveling by limo and helicopter helps me relax. We’ll be at my estate in Amori soon.”
Once he heard the soft snuffling sounds of sleep from Ari, Daire rested his head on the back of the sofa, closing his eyes. He dozed until he sensed the helo descending. Assisting the Firebrand witch down the steps, he waved off the pilot.
When she saw his estate, she shook her head while he smiled. Daire knew that despite her outward response, she fancied his home. Who wouldn’t? Over six acres of mature trees. A sprawling showstopper clad in old red brick which was trimmed in white. Windows soaring toward the skies.
Inside, Daire played the gentleman, allowing her to shower in his opulent master bath while he used the smaller, less elegant guestroom. Standing in front of his closet to choose a shirt after he had slipped on comfortable, loose pants, he was stunned when Ari came out wrapped in a Turkish cotton towel.
Her skin was radiant, her blonde hair draping to her waist, the towel covering more than he would have liked. He admired the common Firebrand, who no longer struck him as very common, a breath catching in his throat. She was quite extraordinary.
Daire’s incubus genes flared. He strode toward Ari, shirtless and horny as hell, snatched away the towel, and stared at her curvy hips and delightfully full breasts. Backing her against the wall, he captured her wrists above her head.
Ari squirmed in his grasp. “Stop the damn pheromones.”
“I am not emitting them.”
“Well, I am so not fucking a dick like you.”
“I don’t want to either, but somehow, I’m in the mood for a common rookie Firebrand.”
“You asshole.” Ari broke from his restraint, drawing back a fist. She swung at his jaw.
He angled away from the punch. Shoving her legs apart with his knee, he prodded her stomach with his hard, aching cock. He bent to whisper in her ear. “You owe me. Remember the Shed?”
“In your dreams.” She shoved, but he refused to budge.
“Suck me.”
Glancing down at his groin, she swept her tongue across her lips. “No.” Her voice wavered.
“You owe me one orgasm. I remember a promise to pay your debt.” He retreated, grinning at her, his pants tented. “Not only am I a fucking rock, but I need a bit of lifeforce. You’re here. And it tastes best during sweaty sex.”
Ari pushed against his chest. “I hate to owe anyone anything. I always pay my debts. Just one blowjob.”
He gave her themaybehand wave.
After a slight shrug, she dropped to her knees and cupped him through his pants. “Suck this thing?”
He swallowed. If he got any bigger, he’d explode. “Kiss, lick, suck. Whatever comes to mind.”
She tip-toed her fingers to his waistband, lowering his pants inch by inch.
When his cock punched out, her gaze jumped from it to his eyes. “That’s a serious woody.”
“And if it’s not deep in your throat in another sec, I will paddle your ass.”
She fisted his cock at the base. “I might like that. I’m pretty common.”
Ari’s hand stroked him as she licked the tip of his arousal. Grinning, she sought his eyes again. “Yum.”
