Changed by Fire (Phoenix Rising #6) - Harper Wylde Page 0,13
kiss her again.
“This is the best surprise of my life, besides finding out that you were my mate.” My lips whispered over hers again. “Are you doing okay?” I’d heard as much from Ciarán, but I needed to hear it from her lips. To see her face when she gave me her answer.
“As well as I can be without all of my mates safe by my side.”
I dipped my head and lightly pressed my forehead against hers, closing my eyes and just enjoying the moment. Our breaths intertwined as our magic danced together, fainter than it would have been if she were truly in my arms. It was those little inconsistencies that reminded me this wasn’t reality, but it was close enough and the best I was going to get, so I didn’t give a flying fuck.
“Soon,” I promised, deciding it was time to tell Ciarán I was ready to leave, though I knew it wasn’t that easy. We had spies embedded in different areas of the commune, and I wouldn’t leave them behind.
Gripping my shirt, Nix pulled me after her as she stepped back, the scenery changing again as colors bled and mixed until we were standing in a large room with a rustic bed in the center and a low fire burning in the fireplace.
“Nix,” I warned, “don’t show me anything of importance that someone could glean from my thoughts.”
“I’m not,” she promised with a sly smile tipping her lips. “This is a room I saw once in an ad for Alaska back when I was first planning to move across the country. Since dreams let us create whatever we want, I thought it would be a good choice.”
Biting her lip, she glanced down, took control of the dream, and willed my shirt out of existence. My Basilisk hissed his approval, eager to claim his mate. In a brazen move, Nix placed her palms against my chest, her fingers flexing against my bare skin, and pushed me until the backs of my knees hit the side of the bed. Reclining onto the soft blanket, I met her gaze as she followed me down, her eyes shy even as she boldly straddled my waist. We hadn’t had much time to be together intimately, but I wanted to know this part of her, to physically show her how much I loved her. There was no need to be shy or hesitant.
Her dark, silken hair slipped off one shoulder to create a veil around us. The tresses were so long they brushed against the white comforter as she leaned over me. I gripped her hips, unable to resist the seduction of my gorgeous girl as I angled her over the erection I got the second I saw her.
I was so damn hot for this woman. I stared at her hungrily, my attention trailing down her body as I took in the generous curves of her breasts, the dip at her waist that gave her an hourglass figure, and the flare of full hips that led to an ass I wanted to worship. I wanted to will her clothing away and see all of her. I’d spent countless nights wondering what her breasts would look like, what she’d taste like when I finally got the chance to thrust my tongue between her sweet, luscious thighs. I’d imagined the feel of her silky heat more than once while I’d stroked myself, patiently waiting for the day we’d get to reunite and pick our relationship back up where we’d left off.
Nix gently rocked against me in a tantalizingly slow grind so innocent in nature, I grew impossibly harder.
“I need you, Joshua. I... I want you to come home... or here, I mean,” she stuttered, hastily trying to correct what she’d said.
“Nix.” I released her hip and reached up to cup her face. She nuzzled into my palm, staring down at me with a watery sheen in her eyes. “You are my home, honey. It doesn’t matter if we live in a ridiculously large mansion, a tent just big enough to fit the seven of us, or in that house in Anchorage you all share. The place doesn’t matter to me. As long as I have you and the guys… my family… I’ll always be home.” I guided her down and captured her lips, reveling in their pillowy softness before I tilted my head and deepened the kiss. Her tongue played with mine, teasing the sensitive spots she knew I loved so much. We nipped