Page 63 of Consumed By Fire
I dig my fingers into his hair. Octane moans. My breath is coming in ragged pants.
“I want you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Yes,” he says, tugging at my shirt, which he pulls over my head with a soft snarl. His kiss turns frantic, just a touch desperate, which is okay because it matches mine. My heart races as he kisses down my neck, leaving a trail of fire on my skin.
Then he starts to yank down my sweats. “Yellow flip-flops?”
When I look up at him, he has a lopsided grin on his handsome face. It makes my stomach do a backflip.
I kick them off. “Less talking…more putting your mouth to good use.” I smile back.
“Naughty Little Red.” He gets on his knees. His dark eyes stay on mine. I can’t believe that this will be our last moment together, and I don't want it to end.
He takes off my sweats. Then Octane runs his fingers down my thighs, sending shivers up my spine. His touch is gentle, but his eyes are filled with hunger. He leans in and suckles on my clit. It’s a “take no prisoners” move that has my back bowing, and a hard groan is pulled from me.
I grab his hair, pulling him closer. He licks and suckles on me, making my eyes widen and my body turn to mush.
“Oh…Octane,” I choke out. “Yes!” He pulls one of my legs over his shoulder. I hold on tight while he hums softly against my sensitive flesh, making me cry out.
He continues his sweet torment, causing my body to tremble and my heart to race. I groan when his finger breaches me. His tongue, his hands… Holy moly, but I’m done for. I’m tightening. My skin, my belly, every nerve ending…everything inside me is drawing tighter and tighter. There is a moment of suspension when everything stops apart from what Octane is doing. Then everything lets go as I release.
I groan his name so deeply that my throat hurts. My fingers dig into him. My eyes widen.
“You taste so good,” he says against my flesh as he laps me all up. His golden eyes are on me while he finishes me off, drawing out my pleasure.
Then he stands. “You ready for me, Little Red?”
“I’m always ready,” I murmur as he puts my back to the wide trunk of a tree. It feels a touch rough, but nothing I can’t handle.
Octane lifts my leg, putting the tip of his cock to my opening.
“Do it! Take me!” I whimper as he lifts my thigh a little higher, his tip starting to breach me.
“What have we here?” a voice breaks the silence like a sharp knife. It’s a voice I would recognize anywhere. One that has my gut twisting inside me.
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Octane
I turn, keeping Trinity behind me. I’m an idiot. A total fucking prick. I was so wrapped up in Trinity that I wasn’t paying attention to our surroundings. I was so grateful she hadn’t left yet. So desperate for her that I couldn’t think straight. At least, not with the head on my shoulders. Now, I’ve put her in harm’s way. It’s all my fault.
“Caught with your pants down, Draiger,” the male says. “I mean, if you’d been wearing pants, that is.” He is smiling from ear to ear, but there is no humor in it. In fact, I would say the opposite is true. I see death in that smile. A hint of crazy, too.
I’m not sure who this is but I dislike him immediately.
“This is him.” I recognize Titan’s voice. The other two must be Rocky and Ranger, although I can’t be sure since I never actually saw them in their human forms. “The male who was with Trinity.”
“So, you didn’t end up dying?” the crazy male growls, his gaze moving to Titan for a moment.
Titan shrugs. “Yep, looks like he made it, after all. We’ll finish the job today.”
“I thought you were dead,” Trinity says from behind me.
“Let me guess, you would never have moved on if you knew I was alive,” the crazy asshole says. His eyes are a bright green. They’re hard and cold and mean.
Fuck!
Fuck!