Page 55 of Grave Consequences
“Fuckyes.” Jerif shoves up inside of me deeply one last time and growls out his release in an aggressively angry, Jerif-like fashion before collapsing on top of me, his flames going out with his harried breaths.
I’m a panting, mewling, begging mess below him, so fucking out of it with blissed-out pleasure that I can’t hold still. I keep stroking his naked skin, moving my hips, and even start mumbling incoherent things about Smokey the Bear and his fire-hating stupid ass. Clearly, that bear did not play with flames and fire in the right ways.
With a rare chuckle, Jerif places a pleased, possessive kiss onto my lips before scooping me up and carrying me into the bathroom, even managing to do it without crushing my wings too much. I’m relishing this surprisingly sweet moment, melting against his chest as I hear him turn on the shower.
I’ve done it—I’ve battled the beast. Just one sex sesh with me, and this wild wolf feels more like a cuddly Husky. I’m smug about that for about two point five seconds...until he puts me down and pushes me back into ice-cold fucking water.
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“AHH!”
My post-coital bliss feels like it just got bitch-slapped by the ice queen. I was all warm and cozy and flushed, feeling as relaxed as a cat. But now, freezing cold water is pelting down on me, and all of the delicious heat Jerif gave me is completely gone.
I try to leap out of the shower, but Jerif holds me back with a hand to my chest, not letting me move an inch. “Stay.”
“It’s freezing!” I yell back, spitting water out of my mouth as the spray assaults me.
“Yep,” he says, like the arrogant ass he is. “You were about ten seconds away from curling up in a ball and falling asleep.”
“So?” I demand, shivering. I try to get away from the spray or reach for the shower valves to make the water warmer, but he doesn’t let me budge.
“SoTazreel is waiting. Your obstinate ass got drunk at lunch before you could hear what he has to tell you. I fucked the sober right into you, but this shower is doing the rest. We need to get back out there. I want to make sure you’re alert for what’s to come.”
“I’m alert!” I snap, my harsh tone amplified by my chattering teeth.
I glare daggers at him, my entire body covered in goosebumps, my arms crossed around me like I’m trying to become my own blanket.
“Good,” he says with an arrogant smirk before motioning to the soap in the corner. “Wash up. I want to make sure you’re taking care of my pussy.”
“This isnotyour pussy,” I say, snatching the bar of soap as I begin the world’s quickest clean-up. “In fact, I’m never giving it to you again because you are a rude motherfucker!” I shout, washing between my legs and then rinsing quickly. “There, happy?” I wouldn’t be surprised if my lips were blue.
“Yep.”
He reaches inside and turns off the shower and then helps me step out. I’m even fucking colder now. “Can I have a damn towel?” I ask, trying really hard not to look at his dick hanging between his legs.Don’t look at it, Delta. He’s in trouble. Be strong!
“You don’t need a towel,” he says, and I swear to fucking hell, my hand is justitchingfor my scythe.
“I’m awake and alert! Totally sober. And totally regretting riding your dick right about now,” I lie, putting my hands on my hips. I’m freezing and my wings are soaking wet, right along with the rest of me.
Jerif just stands there, taking in my anger like he gets off on my fiery words. But he must have some sense of self-preservation, because in the next blink, fire erupts all over my body.
I yelp and jump about two feet in the air, but then I realize that his licking flames are drying and warming me.
I tip my head back on a moan as the frigid chill is instantly devoured. His fire travels everywhere, moving over my pebbled skin to comfort every shivering and tense part of me. His flames even dry my wings and hair, and the sight looks fucking weird and yet fascinating in the mirror. I look like some she-demon fire princess with my wings and body all engulfed in flames like this.
Once I’m dry, his flames die down a bit, but Jerif uses one strip of fire to continue to tease over my body. It leaves a pink blush in its wake everywhere it goes, travelling down the edge of my neck, between my breasts, and around my nipples. I bite my lip, mostly because I need to in order to hold back a moan.
“Say you forgive me.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “No, absolutely not. That was a dick move.”
He looks pleased.
His fire moves downward and then curves around my waist before slipping between the cheeks of my ass. I hold perfectly still, though it’s getting harder and harder to do because my legs are a little bit like jelly right about now. Heat presses against that wicked hole, making me bite down so hard that blood beads against my lip.
“Say it, Warrior Princess.”
I shake my head, loving this push and pull of ours. Maybe it’s wrong, but I love our fight. I love him pissing me off and me pissing him off and then colliding. I think I’m going to quickly become addicted to it.
