heart, and I could only remember what I’d said to him in that sexy not-dream. I want you. I don’t care. Please.
He scratched himself, sighing. “Nope. Not funny. Hot, though. Fucking excellent. Haven’t come so hard in months. Don’t you remember?”
“No.” I yanked my face away, burning with shame. I remembered enough. Az would never forgive me. I’d never forgive me. I’d never look at him the same way again. I shifted, and the fragrant mess between my thighs suggested we’d done it without condoms. Even better.
“Yeah, you do.” He twisted up with a strong flick of wings, and all of a sudden I was on my back under him in a shower of hot sparks with his thigh slinking between mine, his naughty lips teasing my ear with licks of flame. “Remember? Against the wall out back at the club? You were so hot. You came on me and I lost it. And then when we got home, you did me again, you sexy thing.”
My pulse quailed, even as my flesh squirmed in pleasure at his touch and his words. My wings strained beneath me, swelling. “You mean . . . We did it at the club? In front of everyone?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
My retort hissed too loud. “Because she could’ve seen us! Are you out of your fucking m—?”
He stopped me with a kiss, and for a moment I fought him before my resolve melted and I sucked his tongue in deep.
Not I promised her or I love you too much or even I don’t like getting naked in public, thanks very much.
Because she could’ve seen us.
Because we might have been caught doing something bad. Something fun. Something selfish.
My desire flared, insatiable and careless, and horror slashed me with jagged claws even as the need savaged me deep to say fuck it all and do what I liked for a change. I swallowed, and kissed him harder, my blood searing with hot metal foolishness. Our teeth smashed together, his blood like cherries tingling my tongue.
He broke off, laughing softly, and pulled my thigh around him, hot claws stinging. Flame rippled along his dark wing veins, sunshine-bright with desire. “Whiskey chocolate, Ice. Why didn’t we do this a long time ago?”
His hard-on pressed into my wet flesh, and I twitched there, eager. I strained against him, my nipples rubbing on his narrow fae-muscled chest, tweaking tension deep into my breasts. I wanted him. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to crawl away and cry. “Because we’re not supposed to. Azure’s in love with you—you do know that?”
“Sure. You care?” He rocked his hips, his lips poised to catch my cries.
Nerves squirmed deep inside me, and I groaned into his mouth. I couldn’t come up with an answer I wasn’t ashamed of, and what he was doing between my legs wasn’t helping. “Because you’re a crazy whore who doesn’t give a shit and you’ll dump me first chance you get?”
He slipped lower to press against my entrance, and bit his lip, gasping. “You care? ’Cause I don’t. Not since you and that dirty little mirror. I don’t give a fuck about anything. You know what I wanna do?”
“Uh-huh.” My breath shuddered. I knew what I wanted to do. I squeezed my hand between us, guiding him.
He pushed inside me, hot and twisted with hard fae flesh, and folded smoking fingers in my hair. “Mmm. I wanna break things, Icygirl. I wanna kill and crush and shatter. Makes me feel good.”
Excitement burned away my reason. I knew exactly what he meant. I wrapped my thigh around him, light-headed, my body sighing in pleasure as he filled me. He dipped his lips to my breast, and I flattened my wings and pushed my nipple into his mouth for him to chew.
“Damn it, Blaze, can’t you keep it d—? You bitch!”
Oh, bugger.
Hot delight at being watched tingled my limbs, but my guts wrenched with sick shame. My back arched itself in sensual abandon, and I tore my attention away from the luscious feel of him inside me and forced my sex-sleepy eyes open.
Azure stared in the doorway, appleskin hair unkempt and beautiful, lime horror splashing her face. Her wings drooped in dismay. Her pretty mouth quivered, and inky tears spilled. “You bitch. How could you? You promised!”
“Oops,” murmured Blaze with a breathless smile, but he didn’t flitter off me or pull away. He stretched his wings and pushed harder, his thigh muscles quivering under my calf.
Treacherous pleasure swamped me, my deepest muscles reacting