Blaze of Secrets (Asylums for Magical Threats) (26 page)

She looked down at him, her face flushed and eyes dilated, and Jaxton couldn’t remember seeing a

more beautiful sight. She licked her lips and he focused on the act, barely restraining himself from crawling back up to kiss her again. His voice was a growl even to his own ears when he said, “Well?”

“Touch me.”

He smiled, rubbing her thighs. “But I am touching you.”

She narrowed her eyes, her face a bright pink. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

He grinned. “Show me where.”

For a second, Kiarra kept her hands clenched in the sheets, but eventually she raised one over her

knickers and ran a finger down her swollen folds. His cock jumped, wishing he could see her do that while naked.

All in good time.
“As you wish, pet.” He traced her opening through her knickers, proud that she soaked the material—for him. Deciding she’d had enough torture, he plunged a finger into her curls and

groaned at her wetness.

He stroked up toward her clit, but drew a path around the sensitive bundle, avoiding direct contact, and traced back to her entrance. Kiarra breathed his name and he lost his restraint, impatient to taste her. He leaned down and kissed her through her knickers. Kiarra raised her hips, and he dragged her knickers

down past her knees and pushed her legs wide; she was pink and glistening.

He growled, but resisted tasting her until he blew a hot breath into her folds. Kiarra wiggled and he

delved his tongue inside her, lapping her sweet wetness before licking up to her clit and swirling it with his tongue.

Kiarra thrust her hands into his hair and moaned. After sucking her clit between his teeth, he thrust a

finger into her wet heat, barely aware of Kiarra mumbling his name. He continued to thrust his finger while lapping and swirling her clit with his tongue. Soon Kiarra was moving in time to his rhythm, so he added a second finger and thrust deeper.

He bit her clit lightly and he felt her tense before her muscles started to spasm around his fingers. Once her muscles relaxed, he stilled his fingers, removed them, and took one last plunge with his tongue. The taste of her orgasm nearly made him come in his trousers.

Jaxton kissed Kiarra just above her curls, before rubbing his hands up her body, gently squeezing her

breasts, and nipping her neck. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes half-lidded. Jaxton brushed the hair off her forehead and said, “I told you that you’d thank me later.”

She gave a half-hearted glare, but ruined it with a smile. Kiarra reached up and pulled his head down.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

One minute Kiarra lay boneless, recovering from her orgasm, and the next she’d ordered Jaxton to kiss

her. The combination of his weight settling between her thighs and the taste of herself in his mouth made her sex throb, aching to be filled. Jaxton’s mouth and fingers had been glorious, but she wanted his

hardness inside her.

She raised her hips against Jaxton’s jean-clad erection and moved. He groaned into her mouth and

Kiarra broke the kiss. “Why do you still have your pants on?”

He rested his forehead against hers. “Because once they come off, I don’t think I can stop myself from

pounding into your tight, wet sheath.”

Another jolt went between her legs at his blunt words. But then she realized he was minding her

feelings. Her heart softened, and she reached up to stroke his shoulders. “But that’s exactly what I want you to do.”

Jaxton growled. “Be very sure about this, Kiarra.”

She ran her fingers under his waistband. “Take them off.”

He was up and out of his pants and boxers so fast, Kiarra barely registered he was gone before he laid

his weight over her again. His skin touched hers, and she reveled in the heat of his body. There was no

panic or fear, only desire, comfort, and a sense of safety.

Jaxton moved his hips and his erection rubbed against her, creating more wetness between her legs. She

tried to wrap a leg around Jaxton’s waist, but he pushed it back down and said, “I need you to help me with something first, pet.”

He sat up and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of his jutting erection, the tip already glistening.

“If you keep looking at it like that, wetting your lips, I’m going to come right now.” Kiarra looked up

before he continued, “Now, sit up.”

He put his hands out and she took them. Once she was upright, she stared at his erection again and

reached out to touch it. A bead formed on the tip, and without thinking, she put her finger there, rubbing the liquid around the head. Jaxton inhaled deeply and grabbed her wrist.

“Later, pet. You can touch as much as you want later, but not right now.”

She must’ve looked disappointed, because Jaxton leaned in and kissed her gently. “Pouting doesn’t

become you. But the choice is yours: I can either fuck you hard or you can take my cock into your mouth.

Which will it be?”

She was getting used to his blunt talk in bed. “I like it when you talk like that.” His words encouraged her to be bold, and she moved to straddle him. She rubbed her sex over his erection. “And I don’t like

waiting.”

The next second she was on her back again, and she heard Jaxton mutter, “Plan B,” before taking out a

condom and rolling it down his cock.

Then Jaxton took her wrists and pinned them above her head. His free hand went between her legs, and

all thoughts of reality faded as he stroked first her entrance and then her clit.

She made a sound when he took his fingers away, but he replaced them with the tip of his cock and

nudged at her entrance. She arched her hips up, and when Jaxton thrust to the hilt, she let out a gasp.

Unmoving inside of her, Jaxton leaned down and kissed her, alternating between nibbling her lips and suck her tongue. As he began to strum her at the apex of her thighs, the uncomfortable feeling of fullness passed and she moved her hips to encourage him.

Jaxton pulled almost entirely out before slamming into her again. A combination of pleasure and pain

coursed through her, but she wanted more, to touch him, to move with him. She pulled her arms and

surprisingly, Jaxton let go.

He licked her ear and said, “You ready, pet? I can’t hold back much longer.”

In reply she grabbed his ass and dug in her nails. Jaxton bit her earlobe and murmured, “So demanding.

Just the way I like it.”

Jaxton bent one of her legs and started moving. He thrust deep, her breasts jiggling from the force.

Surprising even herself, Kiarra pulled Jaxton’s head down and bit his lower lip before raking her other

hand down his back, all while moving to his rhythm. Despite her recent orgasm, the pressure was building again.

Jaxton squeezed one of her breasts, and his other hand started flicking her clit again. She moaned and

he thrust his tongue into her mouth and pounded harder. Pinpricks of light started to dance before her eyes.

Jaxton applied pressure to her clit with his thumb and pleasure shot through her, quickly followed by

internal spasms.

Jaxton stilled and groaned, before settling his weight on top of her. Part of her couldn’t believe she’d just had sex with Jaxton, while another part of her was purring in contentment and telling her to just accept it.

For better or for worse, the relationship between her and Jaxton had just changed forever.

Tracing patterns on his damp back with her finger, Kiarra didn’t panic. Interacting with Jaxton had

changed her from day one, and she liked who she’d become. She only hoped Jaxton wouldn’t hurt her.

Jaxton kissed the side of her neck and said, “You’re too quiet, pet. What’re you thinking about?”

Grateful for the distraction, Kiarra decided to dodge the question. She was far too content to ruin the

moment with doubts. “I’m trying to decide if you were good enough to qualify as a ‘sex god’ or not.”

Jaxton raised his head. “Well, then I think you need some more convincing, to put aside all doubts.”

Kiarra bit back a smile. “Best out of three?”

Jaxton smiled in a very male way. “I’d say best out of five, except you need to be able to walk

tomorrow.”

The erotic image of them having hours of sex, in various positions, went straight between her thighs,

where Jaxton was still inside her. Something must’ve shown on her face, because Jaxton’s male smile

became smugger. He leaned down and stopped a hairbreadth from her lips. “Such a greedy thing. Let’s see

if I can sate your appetite.”

He kissed her and tried to do exactly that.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Gio had received orders that a specialist would interrogate Millie Ward since the rowanberry juice was

starting to wear off, and her interrogation would require a finer technique without it. While relieved he wouldn’t have to torture the woman, part of him wanted to prevent it. Especially after what he’d read about the pediatrics facilities.

There were at least five facilities worldwide, and their main purpose was to monitor DNA mutations

caused by their parents’ gene-therapy trials. All of the
children born inside the AMT compounds were sent to the pediatrics facilities, not just the first-borns. Some of the children were the second generation to be born inside the AMT, meaning that the program had been going on for a long time without oversight or

Feiru
High Council jurisdiction. At least publicly.

He’d always been a man of the law, and imprisoning
Feiru
without legal basis irked him. Part of the reason he wanted to be a member of Parliament was so that he could draft or change laws for a better future and show that democracy still worked.

His father had always reinforced that everyone should know their place in society. Even imprisoning

first-borns had served a purpose—to protect the rest of
Feiru
kind from human hysteria and discrimination.

But Gio started to wonder if his father was more concerned with acquiring power for his own goals than

for the good of the
Feiru
public. Holding children without elemental abilities inside the pediatrics facilities did nothing to help repeal Article I, or to develop an elemental-magic-subduing formula.

A beep sounded behind him, signaling the return of Kiarra’s tracking beacon. Gio noted the location

and gave the coordinates to one of his retrieval squads, along with explicit instructions to bring Kiarra, and any others with her, back alive. The more information he gathered, the more likely it was his father would give him another task. Gio wanted to find out more about what was happening inside the AMT compounds,

and to do that, he needed access.

He also needed to find out more about his father’s motives.

Taking a deep breath, Gio headed down the hall toward the interrogation room. It was time to see if he

could stomach an interrogation conducted by a specialist.

Kiarra woke at the sudden rush of cold air to her back. She opened her eyes to see Jaxton sitting

upright, a gun in his hand. “What’s going on?”

Jaxton squeezed her hip. “The fire escape rattled. Whatever made it was too heavy to be a stray animal.”

She sat up, pulling the blanket up with her to cover her breasts, and listened. After a few seconds she

said, “I don’t hear anything.”

Jaxton rose, unashamed of his nakedness. She watched him walk across the room to the window and

forced herself to focus on the possible threat instead of his well-shaped backside. “Well?”

He remained still, probably scanning the surroundings, when he cursed. “There’s a small group of

people standing near a van down there, and they’re gesturing this way. I can’t tell if they’re armed or not.”

He threw a glance over his shoulder. “Get dressed, Kiarra. It may be nothing, but I’m not taking chances.”

Ignoring the soreness between her legs, Kiarra threw on some clothes and joined Jaxton by the window.

He was now fully dressed and craning his head at an odd angle, near the top of the window. Kiarra

wondered what he was looking for, but she simply said, “I’m ready.”

“Do you have your gun?” Kiarra took the gun from her waistband at her back and Jaxton nodded.

“Right. I’m going to check the front entrance. Stay away from the window, but keep your safety off.” He placed a hand on her lower back and leaned in close. “If worse comes to worst, then use your fire.”

He gave her a gentle kiss before he went to the door on the far side of the room. Kiarra kept an eye on

the window and wondered who might be outside. Jaxton was experienced when it came to evading people

and had been overly cautious yesterday, so whoever it was, they were good.

Even if they’d interrogated Millie with the hope of finding out their location, Millie would’ve had no

idea that they’d come here.

Millie. If they were caught, no one could help Jaxton’s sister. That thought kicked her mind into gear.

She checked to see if she could still call up her fire on a whim. A flame flickered to life on her hand and then extinguished. She was ready.

Jaxton rushed to her side. “The bloody thing’s rigged, which means the fire escape is our only option.

We might even be able to go to the roof and jump to a neighbor’s house.”

“I sense a ‘but.’”

“There’s a device above the window, most likely set to go off when it opens. Breaking the window

might avoid the trigger mechanism, but the noise would surely alert the people down by the van.”

So they needed a way to break the window without making any noise. Kiarra put the safety back on her

gun and tucked it into her waistband. “I can melt the glass and the device. The people below will probably notice the bright light, but even if they mistake it for an explosion only at first, those precious few seconds might give us enough time to scramble down the fire escape. Once we reach the bottom, I can try to create some sort of fire barrier to give us time to get away.”