Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(71)

Lightning struck, the sound a sonic boom. His eyelids flipped open to see a nearby tree smoldering. Holy shit. In one smooth motion, he sat up, yanked Simone off him, and leaped onto his feet with her in his arms. He shuffled, as fast as he could, with his pants caught between his thighs and feet.

They reached the dark cabin in mere seconds, and he put his shoulder to the door, shoving it open. A pause and cursory check of the interior revealed no threats.

He crossed the threshold and kicked the door closed.

She laughed. “That was fun.”

Was? Oh, hell no. “We’re just getting started, little bunny.”





Chapter 27


Simone caught her breath at the carnal hunger Nick did nothing to hide. Maybe she’d taken on a bit more than she should’ve on the beach, but the man had always challenged her. Seeing him lose control, even briefly, was a rush she couldn’t deny.

“Fire,” he said, pointing at an already equipped fireplace.

She turned, saw the piled logs, and formed a fireball. The flame arced across the room, hit the logs, and ignited. Soon the crackling inside competed with the storm outside.

Cozy was too generous a term for the cabin. Wide bed in the corner, utilitarian kitchen to the right, and a small living area complete with stone fireplace. No rugs were on the floor, and no paintings were on the wall. Rustic, hidden, and perfect.

Nick immediately turned for the bed.

Simone smiled. “The bed, huh? How traditional, Veis. I at least came up with sand, beach, and storm.”

“So true,” he murmured, pivoting and heading for the rough, handcrafted table near the kitchen. Round with uneven boards, it appeared as if Bear had created it in his spare time.

Simone opened her mouth to comment and found herself facedown over it. “Hey.”

Rough hands tore her dress down the back. “You wanted something different.”

Surprise mixed with a wary humor inside her. “Nick.”

“Too late, bunny.” Her dress hit the floor. The sound of jeans dropping whispered through night, and then he was behind her, all heated male. Both hands gripped her shoulders and caressed down, strength and power in the massage.

She groaned and relaxed against the table.

He reached her butt and squeezed.

“Hey,” she said, laughing. She wanted one more wild night with him before telling him about the babe.

A quick smack to her right cheek had her rearing up on her elbows. She flipped hair from her face and looked over her shoulder. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Yes. A century ago.” He slapped her other cheek. Erotic pain vibrated through her rear to her pounding clit.

Her mouth gaped open.

He shot a hand between her legs, his arm extending to her belly, the movement caressing her clit. One twist of his wrist, and she was turned over, on her back. Exposed and breathless.

Darker-than-midnight eyes kept her gaze as he curled his fingers against her abdomen, scraping down her flesh with precision and a bite of pressure that merely hinted at pain.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered softly.

Vulnerability flowed through her right before she accepted his dare. “Gladly.” She widened her thighs. “You remember what to do down there?”

He smiled then, lopsided and sure. “I think I can find my way.” Dropping to his knees, he palmed her thighs and leaned in.

His hands were warm, his breath hot. Slowly, he blew against her aching clit.

Her knees trembled, and muscle spasms tried to close her legs. His hold easily kept her open for him. Fangs dipped into her thigh in an erotic burn, and she drew up, a gasp escaping. His tongue, rough and firm, lashed the small wound closed.

“I didn’t know we were biting tonight.” She tried to remain calm, but her voice emerged shaky and breathless.

For answer, he nipped her clit.

She cried out, her back bowing. It took her a second to realized he’d just used his lips and not his teeth or fangs. Even so, a tingling started deep inside her, wanting friction to explode. “Nick, please,” she groaned.

“Shhh, baby.” He licked her entire slit and swirled his tongue around the tingling bundle of nerves. “I’ll tell you to beg later. For now, just enjoy.”

She wanted to argue, to punch him for his arrogance, but he gently and slowly sucked her clit into his mouth.

The whimper that escaped her would’ve embarrassed her if she hadn’t been right on the edge of falling into ecstasy. Wet heat from his mouth surrounded her tender flesh, but she couldn’t get any friction.

He kept her trapped and ran two fingers on either side of her labia, sliding one and then two inside her. Her entire body tightened with need, but there was nowhere to move. The fingers inside her twisted, slowly moving in and out, f*cking her with enough pressure to drive her crazy but not to orgasm. She gyrated against his hand, but he continued to play.

His free hand—man, he still had a free hand—wandered up her torso and pinched a nipple. Fire lanced down her torso to her clit, sparking and zinging on the way. She was so close. Right there. She could go over with just a hint of pressure. So close.

A growl, deep with frustration, fell from her mouth.

He chuckled around her clit. The vibrations were light but almost enough. So close.

Then he released her. Fingers, mouth, hands . . . he let go.