Sin & Salvation (Demigod of San Francisco #3)(68)

I laughed and let my hands slide down his glorious pecs and hard stomach. “Freezing cold water won’t affect me?”

“It’ll be a nuisance, but you won’t get hypothermia.”

“And that couch…I could lift it and throw it through the window?”

One eyebrow tweaked upward. “Uhhm…maybe?”

“And I’d be fast enough to steal a cookie off of Daisy’s plate without her stabbing my hand with a fork?”

His eyebrows lowered this time. “I may have made a mistake, here…” His eyes flicked up and slightly to the right. An unsettled expression replaced his bemused look. “I see it more clearly now. Did you strengthen our connection?”

“What?” I followed his gaze, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“The Line. It’s clearer. It’s…pulling at…” He took a hand from my hip and put it over his sternum. “Will its call ever win? Do you have to fight not to cross over?”

I glanced again at the spot he’d indicated, then shifted my gaze to the opposite side of the room, where I saw the Line. “Oh weird, I didn’t know it would show up in different places for people sharing the same space.” I shook my head, almost confusing myself with that one. “No, you’ll get used to the feeling. It won’t ever get any harder. While you have a body, at any rate. Your body will keep your soul contained in this world.”

He nodded once, but he couldn’t hide the soft fear still worming through our connection. He hadn’t grown up knowing much about the spirit world—clearly it was the kind of thing a person had to get used to.

I reached down between us and wrapped my fingers around his hard girth. He sucked in a breath, his focus snapping to me like a rubber band. Any lingering fear fell away.

“I want to suck on this before you pound it into me,” I said with an animalistic desire rising up in me.

Heat sparkled in his stormy eyes. He put his hand to my cheek before applying pressure downward, gently pushing me to my knees. He looked down at me as he fed me his large cock, and the power around us surged once again.

I slid my lips around the head and sucked him in as far as I could go. I watched as he took a deep breath and his eyes fluttered, lost to the sensation. I moved my palm along his shaft and pulled back before sucking him in again, harder this time. His tip hit the back of my throat and I picked up the pace, stroking and sucking in tandem.

“Oh yes, Alexis,” he said, his head falling back and eyes closing.

He ran his fingers through my hair and made a fist, capturing me. Desire ran through me and I worked harder, cupping his balls and stroking his cock with my mouth.

“Yes,” he said again, his body flexing. The sound of waves crashed around us. My skin sizzled with his magical touch. The power pumped in time with my mouth. “Fuck, Lexi, yes!”

He shuddered, his fingers loosening, and I took advantage of his distraction.

I stood so fast I dizzied myself—definitely faster than I’d ever moved before in my life—and shoved him toward the bed. His feet came off the ground and he all but flew backward, landing with an oomph on the mattress on his back. I could get used to the extra strength.

He didn’t balk as I climbed onto the bed and crawled up over his body. It was my turn for dominance.

The Line pulsed again, and I realized I was making it happen. Power surged through me and I pushed it through the soul connection, dumping it into his body. He groaned and his eyes fluttered closed.

I licked his hardening cock—it was never long before he was ready again—before continuing up. If he could guide my head down, I could direct him where to lick. With slinky movements, feeling as sexy as all hell, I slid one knee to the side of his head, and lowered the other close to his ear, straddling his mouth.

His hands slid up the fevered skin on the backs of my thighs and over my butt. He sucked along my slit, finding my clit, and rolled it around with his tongue. His fingers trailed up my middle before dipping into my wetness, hitting me just right.

“Yes, Kieran, suck harder.”

My eyes rolled back as he complied, his fingers moving in time to the glorious ministrations of his mouth. My body wound up and pleasure surged through me, strengthened by a boost from his sexy magic. Another wave of fire washed over my skin and I delighted in it.

“Yes, Kieran,” I said, moving to his fingers. Tightening up in response to the pull of his mouth. “Oh God, yes. Almost there.”

His tongue swirled and fingers wandered. His other hand gripped my thigh. I moved over him, lost to delight. So tight I couldn’t stand it. Right on the edge—

“Oh!” I blasted apart, shivering with the orgasm that tore through me. “Oh—hmmm.”

He picked me up in a dead lift and flung me beside him. I bounced on the mattress twice before he climbed between my spread thighs, his cock straining and eyes hungry.

“Pound my mark into you, isn’t that what you said?” he asked dangerously.

“Yes.” I ran my nails over his shoulders.

He reached between us and held the base of his sizable erection. “You can take more of me now. I won’t have to hold back.”

“Umm, yes.” I slid my thighs up to his waist. “Fuck me, Kieran. Ride me hard.”

He kissed my lips and his tip bumped up against my opening before he thrust. Color danced behind my lids as he filled me. I squeezed his middle while crying out.