Mystic Flame (Beyond Ontariese 4) (18 page)

“Don’t fight it. Let the pleasure come.”

Something warm and firm closed around her
beaded nipple. Oh, she knew that sensation. His lips tightened and
then drew upon her, sending zings of pleasure deep into her
abdomen. She arched into the caress as her core clenched and her
breasts ached.

His fingers circled her other nipple while
his mouth continued to suck. She wanted to run her hands through
his hair and hold him close, but she’d promised not to touch him.
His teeth applied sudden pressure, drawing a sharp gasp from her
throat. Before the sting subsided, he soothed her with his
tongue.

Intensity threaded through tenderness, the
combination was dizzying. He moved between her legs then bent her
knees, opening her thighs for the next phase of his game.

“You’re already wet.” His voice was low and
thick with emotion, yet he wasn’t using their link to share his
feelings. “Can you come before I touch your clit?”

“I don’t know. I never have before.” But she
felt as if her entire body had been electrified.

Something cool washed over her chest,
starting near her neck then swirling around her right breast. She
shivered then sighed as he created an equally warm sensation. Her
nipples tightened, anticipating more attention and her clit
throbbed, more than ready to become part of the action. The
coolness built and concentrated over one nipple as heat settled
over the other.

“Please. Release my eyes. I need to see what
you’re doing.”

“Do you promise not to interfere?”

It was a compromise and she eagerly
accepted, desperate to be free of the darkness. “I won’t move. I
promise.”

His chuckle was soft and sexy. “I didn’t say
you couldn’t move. You just can’t hinder me or run away.”

“I understand.”

Her lids tingled and a faint light filtered
in through her lashes. She blinked then slowly opened her eyes. He
knelt between her thighs both arms extended. Energy created a blue
nimbus around his left hand while golden light accented his right.
Fire and ice. He was manipulating elemental magic. She’d never seen
him do this before, had no idea it was within his power. Apparently
having Vee for a mentor had its advantages.

Tiny flames sparked from his right hand,
arcing through the air to dance across her flesh. She gasped and
trembled. Despite the dramatic delivery, the sensation was mild and
pleasant. Still, she’d thought he’d conjured a candle or something.
This was amazing.

The blue glow around his left hand burned
brighter then shimmering specks floated downward, dusting her
breast with tingling specks.

“Which do you like better?” He looked at her
and smiled.

“The contrast is hard to beat, but I think
the heat feels better.”

He lowered his left hand as the glow faded.
Then he moved his right hand closer to her breast. “Don’t be
afraid. I will not hurt you. Remember, this is a trust
exercise.”

His hand hovered over one breast and then
the other, heat following his movements. She shifted restlessly,
grasping fistfuls of bedding to keep her promise not to touch him.
Mystic flames swirled around her nipples, pulling sensations into
her breasts from all over her body. She tossed her head and arched
her back, restrained by her promise.

The flames continued to orbit her nipples
while he trailed kisses across her taut abdomen. He ringed her
navel, pushing heat inward with the slow press of his tongue. The
flames sizzled in response to the energy surge and she yelped,
surprised not hurt.

Without touching her anywhere else, he
pushed one of his fingers into her core. She tightened her inner
muscles, thankful for the fullness yet desperately needing more.
His lips returned to her nipple and pulled pleasure up through her
body with the relentless suction of his mouth.

Her inner muscles clenched around his
finger, making her back arch higher. She floated. Then everything
went still. His teeth closed upon one nipple as the Mystic flame
licked the other and the combined sting shattered her control.
Pleasure rippled through her, the spasms firm and rhythmic.

“You are so beautiful when you do that.” He
pulled his hand back and added a second finger as he pushed back
inside. “Do it again.”

His gaze moved boldly over her face and
body, but it didn’t matter. She was beyond modesty or shame. She
let her legs fall open and concentrated on the demanding thrust of
his fingers. It felt wonderful and yet it reminded her of what she
really wanted.

He used his other hand to hold her open as
he drew the flame slowly downward. Surely he wasn’t going to… Oh
yes he was. The Mystic flame settled over her clit while his
fingers continued to fill her. Each stroke was hard enough to
jostle her breasts. She knew he was waiting for her to come again,
but her body wasn’t cooperating. This was too strange. Though the
flame felt amazing its very existence was distracting.

“I don’t think I can come like this,” she
whispered.

“Really.” The challenge in his voice was
unmistakable. He pushed his fingers deep then kept them there while
he sped the motion of the flame. It felt hotter now and the
spinning created sweet vibration. “You don’t get more until you
come.”

Her body must have heard the ultimatum. The
tension gripping her belly snapped and she came in hard, slow
spasms.

While her body was still tingling, he draped
her legs over his shoulders and covered her slit with his mouth.
She had no idea what became of the flame, but his tongue eagerly
pillaged her creamy folds. She felt ravaged and weak, yet…adored.
He reveled his affection for her with every kiss, every tender
stroke of his tongue. Though she thought she was utterly spent,
desire flickered to life within her again.

She relaxed and surrendered to his care,
allowing his skill and selflessness to sweep her along. Their link
vibrated then glowed within her mind and then sexual hunger and
possessive longing blazed through her being. She was shocked by the
force of his need because his touch was so gentle.

Suddenly he lunged up along her body and
buried his shaft deep inside her. She cried out as the abrupt
fullness catapulted her precariously close to release.

“Not yet,” he growled. “Look at me.” She
blinked twice then looked into his eyes. “We come together this
time. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Her legs slipped off his
shoulders and caught in the bend of his elbows.

His excitement flowed into her mind as his
gaze locked with hers. He pulled his hips back, drawing his cock
all the way out before thrusting deep again.

“May I touch you? Please. I need to touch
you.” She squeezed him with her inner muscles as she waited for
permission.

“Touch me.” Though his voice sounded
gravely, his gaze shone with warmth.

She caressed his face and stroked down his
neck as he moved over and into her. Her nipples grazed his chest,
keeping the peaks tightly beaded. He shifted his angle, putting
more pressure on her clit. She watched his eyes and savored each
emotion as he pushed it into her mind.

Knowing how much he wanted her fueled her
arousal. Despite his burning urgency, he held back, stubbornly
waiting for her excitement to catch up with his. She explored his
torso, enjoying the hard contours of his arms. But his restraint
frustrated her. She wanted him wild, utterly lost in passion.

Rather than disrupt his rhythm with words,
she found their link and pushed her desire into his mind. He
groaned and drew his arms out from under her legs. His fingers
grasped her hips and he began to move faster and harder, taking her
the way she needed to be taken.

His back arched and he threw his head back
as his body demanded surrender. She pulled his excitement into her
mind, thrilled by the frenzy she’d inspired. He pounded into her,
harder than he’d ever taken her before. She grabbed the backs of
her knees and held herself open, surrendered, submitted yet
safe.

He cried out, shuddering against her as
release claimed them both. She wrapped her legs around his waist
and clutched his back with her hands, soaring at his side.

Dazed and breathless, she roused first,
loosening her legs so they rested against his thighs and brushing
the hair back from his face. “Are you okay?” She smiled. He was
usually the one to ask the question.

“Wow.”

She chuckled. “I agree.”

He rolled to his side, taking her with him.
“That was amazing.”

She nipped his chin. “Again, I agree.”

They snuggled for a few minutes as their
breathing gradually returned to normal. His hands slid up and down
her back, but his touch was soothing rather than arousing. She felt
their link deactivate. He didn’t dissolve the connection, but the
line went dead. He was protecting her privacy, but it suddenly felt
lonely without his vibrant presence in her mind.

His expression grew distant and the rotation
of his eyes sped. “What are you thinking about?”

“I had ice cream the last time I visited
Earth,” he mused, “but what is a ham-ber-ger?”

“You’ve never had a hamburger?” Dro Tar
laughed, love and contentment making her eyes shine.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Evan chided.
“You’ve spent considerably more time on Earth than the average
Ontarian.”

“Very true.” She smiled and wiggled away,
propping herself up on her elbow. “None of my friends understand my
fascination with Earth.”

“I’ve wondered about it myself a time or
two.” He returned her smile. “Explain it to me.”

“Most Ontarians considered Earth primitive.
Our technology is way better than theirs, at least along a linear
timeline, so they dismiss humans as simple. Very few humans have
any sort of Mystic abilities, so they must be inferior to
Ontarians.”

No one could have missed the sarcasm in her
tone. “But that’s not how you see them?”

“Humans are curious and ambitious. They’re
dedicated to their families and show compassion whenever tragedy
strikes. I don’t want to live in a world that has given up on
happily ever after.”

He shook his head, not wanting to upset her
yet unable to silence his objections. “Did we visit the same
planet? The humans I encountered were warlike and quick to
anger.”

“There is a dark side to any species. The
Great Conflict is a good example of Ontarian ruthlessness.”

The last thing he wanted was to debate the
Great Conflict, but he wasn’t ready to change the subject. “What do
you like best about Earth?”

“Their pop cultures are good examples of
their creativity. Ontarians have basically abandoned anything they
consider frivolous. I think we can learn a lot from our human
neighbors.”

“Which brings us back to the beginning. What
is a hamburger?” He carefully echoed her pronunciation.

“It’s a flame-broiled piece of meat served
between two… You have to experience it to understand.”

He rolled off the side of the bed and held
out his hand. “Then let’s clean up and go experience it together.
If I’m going to be compared with something, I’d like to understand
the analogy.”

Her grin turned playful as she crawled off
the bed. “Sex always makes me hungry, so I’m happy to be your
guide. Besides, if I’m going to saddle myself with an arrogant
Mystic, I might as well take advantage of the perks.”

They showered together then returned to the
bedroom to dress. Dro Tar pulled on a pair of low-slung jeans. Evan
reached for his robes, but she shook her head. “If we’re sneaking
away to Earth, you’re going to have to look the part.”

“Do you still have the clothing you gave me
in Las Vegas?”

“I think so.” She swung the small suitcase
onto the bed and rummaged through the messy contents. “Here we go.”
She tossed him the jeans and dug out the only T-shirt he’d yet to
wear.

“What does this one say?” The smirks and
sniggers of passersby were still clear in his memory.

“Nothing too obnoxious.” She grinned and
snatched a clean T-shirt off the shelf in her closet. “On second
thought, they’re all pretty obnoxious, but yours is no worse than
mine.”

“We’re not leaving this room until you tell
me what they say.”

She shrugged and admitted, “Mine reads
i
comes before u.”

He chuckled. “And mine?”

“
Nymphomaniac Treatment Center
is
printed on the front and
Staff
on the back.”

“Meaning it is my vocation to assist
sexually aggressive females?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Way to suck
the life out of a joke.”

He took the shirt from her and pulled it on.
As she’d said it was not too obnoxious.

They finished dressing in the living room
then he flashed them to a large parking lot on the outskirts of
Frontine where there was enough room to Summon the Storm. Frontine
was the largest and most densely populated city on Ontariese, so
they weren’t taking any chances.

She stepped into his arms and formed a
detailed image of their destination. She showed him the bar’s
location within the city, the city’s location within the state, and
finally the state’s location within the country.

“Got it.”

He drew energy into the middle of his chest
and carefully visualized their destination. Six flashes of
lightning struck simultaneously as the conduit parted the fabric of
space. The violent burst of energy shook the ground and wind
whipped all around them. He pulled her into the vortex and she held
on for dear life. Evan closed his eyes against the spinning light,
using his other senses to navigate. The rushing roar grew louder,
making his ears ring. He could teleport short distances without
hesitation, but interdimensional travel was still disorienting.

Light dimmed and sound faded then his feet
touched something solid. Dro Tar clung to him, obviously
overwhelmed.