Chapter Five

Draven’s heart pounded, and he had to keep from tearing Cortney’s clothes off her body and feasting on every inch of soft skin he was convinced hid under her clothing. She hadn’t gone out of her way to hide her body, but she hadn’t worn anything particularly revealing either.

The soft curves of her breasts pushing against his back had been a special kind of torture. One he looked forward to experiencing again. But not yet. First, he had to take care of her needs—if only temporarily. She could deny it all she wanted, but the mating craze wouldn’t die down just because she had an orgasm. It would ease a little, but it would come back, stronger than ever. He just hoped that they could get all the way home before it took full swing. They were still two hours away. He’d be shocked if they didn’t stop again.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her to him and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. She leaned her head to the side with a sigh, giving him better access. “Just close your eyes and lean against me. I won’t let you fall.”

He brought his hands up, cupping her breasts in his palms. Her nipples hardened at his touch. He rolled them gently through the fabric.

“That’s nice,” she said as she rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned when he gave them a tug, making his cock jerk. More than anything, he wanted to let go and give in to the craze, but this wasn’t about him—or his needs. Only she mattered. He slid his hand down, kissing her neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin behind her ear. She sucked in her belly, giving him the room he needed to work the snap free.

Soft lace met his fingertips. Cortney’s body shook in his arms, and her breasts heaved with her ragged breaths. “Please,” she whispered so softly he wasn’t sure he heard her.

“I want to savor this. I want to take my time and learn every single thing about you. Find out what makes that sexy little whimper slip past your lips, and what makes you scream. But that’s not what you need right now, is it?” He dipped lower until his fingertips rested at the top of her mound.

Shaking her head from side to side, she shifted against him, not so much to tease him, but to spread her legs wider.

“I want to hear you say it. I won’t take anything for myself, but I want to hear your words, your sighs, and your moans. Those will be for me.” He nipped her shoulder then sucked on the pink skin.

“Just do it. Touch me,” Cortney said, and he had to keep from grinning at her impatient tone. No one else would dare speak to him that way. No one else would get away with it.

“Where, little bird? Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked as he slid a finger over her swollen clit. “You’re so wet, Cortney. Your body knows what it wants. Tell me.”

She ground her pelvis forward, seeking more contact, but he wouldn’t let her deny him.

“There. Please,” she begged. But before Draven could bring his fingers to her again, she was wiggling and jerking her jeans lower. “Touch me there.”

The smell of her arousal, the softness of her skin, and the liquid heat making his fingers slick were all too much. The phoenix struggled against his hold. It wanted its mate. It wanted to claim and mark and take. With a groan, he thrust his hips forward, grinding his cock against her ass. Pale yellow flames licked down his arms to his hands, reaching for more than he had right to take. Goosebumps rose on her skin in the wake of his flame, and she tipped her head back. Her long moan filled the silence around them.

“Here?” he asked, his voice barely recognizable as he spread her lips with his fingers and found her clit again.

“Yes.” Writhing against him, she reached down, joining her hand with his, guiding him, showing him what she wanted—what she needed. Her breathy sighs and lengthy moans brought his phoenix closer to the edge. Waves of his heated energy left his body to encompass her, drawing her closer, deeper. With every swipe of his fingers, every touch, each caress, the lick of his flame followed, igniting need within him—in her.

Cortney looked down, watching their joined hands, gasping, and moaning with each swipe on her flesh. His flame covered her, slid lower, and sought entrance.

“The fire is on me,” she whispered, but she didn’t pull away. “It feels good.”

“My phoenix is touching you. Tasting you. Feel its power. Its strength. Its desire,” he told her. “He wants to be inside you, little bird. Will you let him in?”

Her body shook, and she kept their hands moving. For a moment, Draven thought she wouldn’t answer as she moaned louder and louder. “Yes,” she finally said. The phoenix didn’t wait. The flames spread further, prodding at her entrance.

Draven moaned and thrust against her, seeking some measure of relief, but nothing short of burying himself balls deep inside her pussy would assuage the need beating at him. Waves of pleasure crashed into him as his phoenix stroked inside her.

Her breathy sighs quickened, and her fingers tightened around his.

Using his free hand, he grasped her hair and turned her face to his, crushing her mouth with his, swallowing her screams. Her body jerked in his arms, and her legs gave out, but he was ready. He supported her, holding her against him as he slowed their movements and withdrew his phoenix. The beast wasn’t ready to retreat. It wanted to stay within her for hours. Maybe days, but she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet, but soon.