Page 97 of Saving the World and Other Bad Ideas (Grave Concerns 3)

In seconds I found my wrists held above me as if suspended from the ceiling, and my thighs were spread. The smoke held me still, didn’t give me an inch of space to move or resist.

And the more I tried, the wetter my cunt grew. Hunter rarely used his smoke, but when he did? It never failed to get me off. Something about the power, about him using a part of himself he’d feared I’d never accept, made my body purr in response.

I opened my mouth, ready to give him hell, because whether or not I enjoyed it, I wasn’t about to just let him manhandle me without me saying anything.

Except, when I did, that smoke pressed past my lips, something he’d never done before. It was solid against my tongue, as if it had form, and surprisingly hot. In fact, while I wouldn’t call myself an expert at identifying things with my mouth, I would have guessed it was his cock if I couldn’t see him.

And seeing him made it all so much better.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his hand grasping the bulge in his jeans, his lips tipped into a panty-melting smirk. He rubbed himself, his gaze locked on where his smoke pressed into my mouth and pulled back, a mimic of fucking my face. “We both know you’ll just dig yourself deeper if you talk,” he said. “Course, if you did that, I’d get to have evenmorefun with you.” He paused, as if considering that, then shrugged. “No point. I’ll just have all the fun I want anyway.”

I tried to glare, but it was a little hard to make the action mean anything when my lips were stretched around what was essentially a smoke-cock. And, despite my best efforts, I was getting into it. I tightened my lips and swirled my tongue around it.

A deep groan from Hunter made me wonder if he could feel that, if the smoke wasn’t just a form of magic like Grant but rather a part of the hellhound. A devilish idea caught me, and I raked my teeth over the smoke. I didn’t do it hard—the last thing I wanted was for him to need the night off to heal—but I did it roughly enough to ensure a reaction.

And sure enough, Hunter winced, an unhappy whine on his lips before flames sparked in his eyes. “You’re trouble,” he said, lust saturating his voice, before he smiled wider. “Just the way I love you.”

I thought I’d won for a moment, that he’d let me go and I’d continue my pacing. Or maybe he’d come over and give me the real thing…

I should have known better, though. Winning with Hunter was always a tricky proposition. The fabric of my leggings pulled off me, the smoke so dexterous I couldn’t help but be impressed. At least, I was until I found myself naked and no closer to getting free.

A chill ran over my exposed body, made even better with the way Hunter stared, as if savoring a meal placed in front of him before taking the first bite.

Then, a creeping sensation on my thigh had me looking down. Smoke moved up my leg, drawing a shiver, as if it were pressing kisses up the bare skin, toward my cunt.

Which was a whole lot more than we’d ever done. It was slow, as if judging my reaction, as if asking for permission.

I met Hunter’s wild gaze, the question there. Did I trust not just him, but this side of him? I nodded, the answer taking me no thought or time at all.

I trusted every part of Hunter with everything I was.

Those flames in his eyes, the want, exploded. The smoke in my mouth withdrew, and Hunter leaned forward, claiming my lips in an actual kiss. In the meantime, that smoke skirted over the last bit of space, then pressed against my pussy. The sensation was odd.

It was warm, solid, butnotskin. It slid against my clit in a torturous and focused motion, but at the same time plunged into my waiting cunt. It didn’t need to go slow, to warm me up, because I was already melting.

The smoke was thin at first, more like a finger, but spread out quickly. The feeling was different, less of a thrusting and more of a vibration as it grew in length and width, filling me completely.

“You’re more than I ever deserved,” Hunter whispered against my lips, that smoke of his drawing me so close to an orgasm that I struggled to stay present, to hear him at all. “Mine,” he added, biting down on my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp.

I struggled, squirming against the onslaught of feelings, but he didn’t give me any space. I pulled, arching my back, needing more and less and everything. It was all a blur, and all I knew for sure was that Ineeded.

He pressed a hand to my chest and pushed, the smoke moving my hands, pulling me flat so I stretched out across the large bed, still spread out and on the edge and entirely helpless.

Each time that orgasm got closer, Hunter made a soft sound, one full of mock pity, and the smoke would slow, then stop. He edged me until I couldn’t even remember what had consumed me so much. There simply wasn’t room for it anymore.

I closed my eyes, focused on the frustration growing inside me, the need for that release that teased me, the one just at the edge of my reach, the one I couldn’t get, not without his help.

And the asshole seemed to be enjoying thisfartoo much.

When something pressed past my lips, into the heat of my mouth, I opened my eyes.

Kase stood above me, his dark eyes smoldering with want. He’d pressed his finger past my lips, and I sucked obediently. He offered me a ghost of a smile, the sort that said I’d pleased him, before he turned his gaze to Hunter. “What exactly was it that she did to warrant this?”

“Found her wearing a path in the hardwoods.”

Kase glanced down at me, smile vanishing. “Are you worried, love?” The use of that term of endearment sent a wave of pleasure through me, the sweetness of it always surprising me, especially from a man who was not in the least bit sweet.

I didn’t need to answer, though, even if I could have. Between the denied orgasm and Hunter’s smoke still fucking me, words were far beyond what I was currently capable of. Still, Kase must have seen it in my face.

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