Chapter Nine

Draven opened his mouth, ready to argue his point. Of course, he had every right to have Cortney in his bed for the entire thirty days, and if he wanted to, he could push the issue, and there would be a hell of a lot more orgasms than once a day, but he wasn’t an idiot. The last thing he wanted was for her to resent him.

He blinked as her words finally registered. He’d expected her to argue the fact that he’d already made her climax today, but she’d said now. His mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. She’d agreed to another. “Now is perf—”

She stopped him with a long, hard kiss that left him—and his phoenix—reeling. When she pulled away, her eyes were bright, her lips puffy, and she was the most deliciously stunning woman he’d ever seen.

“You didn’t think you and those sexy flames of yours would be off the hook after teasing me all day, did you?” Her gaze dipped to his lips, so when she brought her hands up and pulled him in for another kiss, he was ready.

With a single swipe of his tongue, she opened up for him, deepening their kiss. Fingernails digging into his shoulders, she clung to him, demanding more. Too soon, she was pulling away again.

“So, I guess the when has been decided,” she said between panted breaths. “Now you just have to figure out the where and how.” She shifted from side to side, teasing his cock with the sweet friction of her body. Even clothed as they both were, the heat between them made his cock twitch.

Unable to think past the need pounding through him, he cupped her ass and lifted her so that his cock was lined up with her pussy. “Right here. However you want it.”

Cortney moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding herself on him. She reached behind and tugged his shirt up his back, scraping her fingernails along his spine as she did.

He took her deeper into his room, not stopping until his thighs hit the edge of the bed, then lowered her onto her back. “Don’t move,” he ordered. If she touched him, he’d blow like a fucking rocket. The need pulsing through him was too deep, too tense. One stroke of that dainty little hand of hers over his cock and he would be done. He had to get out of his clothes. The constriction was long past uncomfortable.

Cortney lay there, watching him. When he pulled his shirt off, she didn’t avert her gaze. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she gripped the bedspread on either side of her, clenching her fists. “Can I move now? I want to touch you.”

He shook his head and lowered his hands to the snap of his jeans. “Not yet.”

Her eyes widened with the soft rasp of his zipper. She took a deep breath and held it, not letting it go until he yanked his jeans down, taking his boxers along with them.

His cock throbbed at the sound of her soft moan. Nudging his way between her knees, he helped Cortney sit, before pulling her shirt up and over her head. She wiggled against him, lifting her arms, helping him as much as he’d allow, but when she reached for him, he took her wrists and brought her hands back down to her sides.

“Don’t move,” he ordered again. “If I’m to sleep alone, I want to memorize every moment so I can fantasize about your beautiful body. I’ll imagine your gorgeous breasts as I stroke myself.” He pulled the cups of her bra down, releasing the objects of his fascination before licking first one, then the other tight bud. “I’ll remember the taste, and feel of your nipples on my tongue.” He leaned in again and sucked one between his lips, moaning when she lifted her hands to his head, pulling him closer.

“You won’t have to stroke yourself. We can both have orgasms,” Cortney offered as she fisted her hands in Draven’s hair.

He grinned against her soft skin, then released her with a pop. “It won’t be enough. One orgasm will never be enough. Not for me, and not for you,” he warned. And it wouldn’t. The craze would only get worse. The only way to calm the phoenix, and ease the craze was to mate. That meant filling her with his seed and allowing the phoenix full rein on her body. None of that would happen until she allowed it. If she thought today was bad, she had no idea what she—what they both—were in for in the days to come.

He trailed his fingers down her body, caressing her soft skin, relishing in the goosebumps that rose in the wake of his touch. Her jeans came off next, and he tossed them aside, not caring where they landed, leaving her in nothing but a skimpy pair of pink lace panties. They covered nothing. So fucking sexy. He leaned forward, stopping just short of touching the soft material with his nose.

“I can’t wait to slip my tongue between those wet lips of yours to see if you taste as good as you smell,” he told her.

Cortney’s breath hitched, and her cheeks flushed, but a fresh wave of arousal perfumed the air.

“Do you want me to taste you, Cortney? Do you want my tongue on that pretty little pussy of yours? Is that how you want your orgasm tonight?”

She made a soft whimpering sound and arched her back.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”

“Yes,” she said. “I want you to lick me.”

The moment the words left her mouth, he closed the distance separating him from his prize. He gave her one long, slow lick, tasting her through the lacy material still covering her. Nothing had ever tasted so good. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and feast on her until she screamed his name, but then it would be over, and he wanted it to last. Pulling away, he thumbed across her clit in soft, gentle strokes until she writhed on the mattress. She clung to the bedspread, digging her fingers into the material to keep from moving.

“You make the sexiest sounds when you come,” he said. “Are you ready? Do you want me to make you come?” He blew his breath, heated by the phoenix’s energy, over her swollen clit before flicking it with his tongue.

“Yes, fuck, yes. Please,” Cortney begged as she thrust her hips up, seeking more contact.

As much as he wanted to draw it out, he couldn’t. He took the flimsy material keeping her from him in his hand, and gave it a sharp tug. She gasped at the sound of tearing lace, then moaned as his lips found her naked flesh.

Nothing could have prepared him for the force with which his phoenix surged forward, pushing for release. His cock throbbed and heat rushed over every inch of his body. Tiny yellow flames erupted all over his skin, seeking entrance—seeking her. He speared his tongue as deep into her pussy as it would go, using his thumb to stroke Cortney’s clit as he feasted. Her sighs and moans grew louder. She gripped his hair, tugging hard as her thighs shivered and shook on either side of his face.

The need to mate rose fast, and hard. It took everything in Draven not to take her—claim her. Flames licked up her arms where she gripped his head and swept over her pussy as he devoured her, to congregate on her clit. She moaned and jerked beneath him as the first wave of her orgasm tore through her.

Draven didn’t let up, licking, fucking her with his tongue, tasting her, taking her in as she ground her pussy into his mouth over and over. Each sigh that slipped out of her mouth made his cock jerk and throb. Fuck. He’d never wanted anyone so bad in his entire life. Soon, he’d have her. But not yet. If his cock got anywhere near her drenched pussy, he wouldn’t stop until he’d filled her with his seed. He’d let the phoenix take her at the same time, and she’d be theirs. But she’d hate them. And that, he couldn’t allow.