Page 55 of The Hive Queen

Hands flattening against his chest, I shove him against the wall next to the door and drop to my knees. My hand fists around the base of his cock, and I bring the hot, ruddy head to my lips, licking away the pearl of pre-cum that beads from his slit.

As salt and musk flood my taste buds, I open wider to take him in. His thick cock stretches my mouth, the heavy weight of him on my tongue something I’ve missed and now indulge in with abandon.

Bobbing my head down his length, I pull back, pressing my tongue to the throbbing vein on his underside before sucking at the bundle of nerves beneath his head.

His rough curses and groans burn against my skin, equally praising and demanding.

I roll his balls in one hand, then lick down his length to nuzzle my nose against his delicate sack. His hips thrust, his cock rubbing against my face. Mouth opening, I gently suck one ball into my mouth.

The taste of his magic floods my senses, heady with the burn of fire and the magic of creation. I want it inside of me, filling me until I burst.

His hands smooth over my hair and down to my nape, and pain jolts through me.

I jerk back, hand rising to cover the sodden bandage on the back of my neck.

Dazed, he stares down at me, his chest heaving. “What’s wrong?”

I smooth my hands up his tense thighs. “Just a bee sting.”

His brow furrows. “Why haven’t you healed it?”

“I... It didn’t even cross my mind.” Confusion pushes back the haze of need. “I’ve been low on fire...”

“We can fix that.” He pulls me up and turns, pressing my back against the wall. Lifting me, his cock nudges against my entrance. “Take as much fire as you need.”

He sinks into me, and fire erupts between us, sinking greedy hooks into my flesh and burrowing beneath my skin to fill the empty well inside me.

It hits with a splash and moves outward, healing the aches in my bones and chasing away the constant chill. When it reaches the wound on my neck, it blazes hotter, a mini nova blazing beneath my skin.

Then it pops with a rush that leaves me gasping and heady with power.

My head falls back, fiery wings fluttering just below the surface.

Marc cups my ass and steps away from the wall to walk out of the bathroom, every step rubbing his cock inside of me. Shivers of desire roll through me, the fire spreading until my entire body flushes with heat.

I sink my fingers into his shoulders, my inner muscles clenching around him.

Groaning, he stumbles backward and leans against the wall, then slides down it.

I cup his jaw and draw his lips to mine, feasting on his mouth. He falls to his back in the hall, and I straddle him, hips rocking on top of him.

Hands grip me, pushing and pulling as Marc surges beneath me. He plants his feet against the carpet and bucks his hips up, driving into me, our bodies joining over and over in a frenzy of need.

Frantic kisses paint my jawline as he slides both hands under my bra, pushing it up to cup my breasts. My hard nipples rub against the calluses on his palms, adding friction to the fire that blazes between us.

Gasping, my back arches, driving down hard on his cock so deep that he presses against my womb. Fire boils in my veins and blazes through my bones, my body alive in a way it hasn’t been in months.

With a flex of muscle, Marc sits up, then tumbles me backward onto the floor. His hands land on either side of my head, and his body surges over me in powerful thrusts that scoot me across the carpet.

I reach up to grasp his thick wrists, anchoring my body in place so that every drive of his hips hits the deepest parts of me.

Water drips from his wet hair, landing on my skin and sizzling into vapor, and still he pours more of his power into me, filling even the places he can’t touch with his body, marking every part of me inside and out.

A golden glow rises from my skin, and licks of fire rise between us.

My image dances in his pupils, my firebird on the cusp of breaking free. His head dips, his lips claiming mine, and the fire rolls back into him, refilling the empty places left by its absence, seeking a balance between us.

Sparks ignite between us, dancing in the air and landing on the carpet.

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