“Safe,” he murmured. He needed her too desperately to think straight. Right now her humans were the farthest things from his mind. The only thing that mattered was this woman and his claiming of her. He suckled the flesh of her neck until she pressed her throat against him, searching for relief from the abrasive nips and scratches of his teeth along her tender skin. “Cilia, I want to see you.”

  Reluctantly he let her step from the circle of his arms. After a short respite, her breathing leveled and she exploded outward as bright blue flames licked along her skin, burning away the thin fabric of her clothing until she was gloriously naked before him.

  Fiach stared in disbelief. She was mythical. She was perfect. Of all the possible outcomes he had imagined, this was never one of them. Phoenixes were rare, on the brink of extinction if they weren’t already there. His own father had hunted them for sport until their numbers dwindled and his remaining quarry went deep into hiding.

  Fiach’s own conception was the fruit of a bargain his mother had struck to protect similar creatures from his father’s obsession. The price had been one night in the Sidhe Lady’s bed in exchange for the safety of her court and the cause she championed.

  Looking at Cilia now, Fiach would never understand how anyone could seek to harm something so beautiful, so elemental.

  Her short black hair had grown until it licked the high curves of her bottom, the satin length of her tresses threaded with crimson quills. Her skin paled to an almost translucent white and became luminescent. Her eyes were darker, almost black and small speckles of gold danced within their depths.

  “Your turn,” she said shyly. The look of flushed innocence she wore made him crazed to be inside of her.

  “As you wish.” He stepped back and let his glamour fall away.

  *

  Cilia watched Fiach’s outline shimmer as full black wings burst from his back and stretched until their tips touched from wall to wall. He looked like a Fallen Angel. The laughter in his eyes told her she wasn’t far off the mark, but she didn’t care.

  His shirt was gone and black-inked swirls covered his golden skin and dipped below the waistband of his pants. She wondered if he was tattooed there as well. The fabric of his slacks bulged where it cupped his erection. She couldn’t stop staring as it seemed to expand before her eyes. She looked at Fiach. He was smiling.

  “I didn’t think it would be so big,” she stammered.

  Confusion crossed his chiseled features. “What do you mean? Have you never taken a demon spawn?”

  Cilia’s face flushed bright red. “I have never actually taken anyone before.”

  His expression lightened. “So you like to be taken, then?”

  She cleared her throat and stared at a point over his shoulder. “I haven’t been taken either.”

  Fiach’s brows drew down in concentration. “You’re a … a…” he couldn’t form the words.

  “A virgin?” she supplied.

  He rested his forehead against hers. “How is it possible?”

  Cilia shrugged. “I set someone on fire, literally, while he was trying to make love to me. My Phoenix rose and fed from his energy. I never chanced it again.”

  Fiach’s voice was filled with reverence. “To initiate a Phoenix would be a great honor. Are you certain it’s one you wish to waste on me?”

  Cilia smoothed her palm over his abdomen and came to rest with a finger tucked behind the waistband of his pants. His breath caught. She fumbled the button and lowered his zipper, then pushed the slacks from his hips. His cock sprang free and she caught it in her hand. He was wide and his length was more intimidating than the last time she’d held him. Then again, the last time she hadn’t been prepared to lose her virginity to him; now she was.

  She stroked her palm up and down, testing his response. Fiach stiffened as his cock kicked in her hands. “I want to take you slowly. If you keep that up I’ll do something we’ll both regret.”

  *

  Fiach pried her fingers away and led her to the bedroom, his wings folded behind his back, the tops brushing along the threshold of the door as he passed through it. He reached for Cilia. Her flushed skin sizzled under his hands, her nipples hardening as the cool air danced over the sensitive nubs.

  Fiach lowered her to the bed, then followed with his lips and pulled a taut bud into his mouth. He kissed from breast to breast, then traced a line down to her navel and stopped to plunge his tongue into the shallow hole.

  He licked and nipped until he reached her bare mound. Her scent filled his head. The cinnamon spice was stronger here and his mouth begged for a taste of her. She was wet; her fragrance made his cock hum with need. He clamped down on the urge to fuck and tried, for once, to be gentle.

  He leaned down and licked her slit, quivering at the taste. His tongue burned, her juices stoking the flames building in his groin. His balls tightened. His hips thrust against the mattress as he lowered his lips and opened her tender folds, then laved her center. The small pink pearl of her core was swollen and shimmered with her readiness.

  Fiach circled her bud with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth and rasping his teeth against it. Cilia pushed her hips to his mouth and started grinding her pussy against his lips. He smiled as he pushed her to climax with teeth and tongue and groaned when her sweet liquids poured into his mouth. She lay limp and breathless as the small tremors receded. He wanted to wait. He planned for her to learn the difference between the hollow release she could give herself and the fulfillment his body could provide.

  Cilia raised her head and met his eyes with dazed, half-closed lids. His dick throbbed, refusing to wait any longer. Fiach crawled up her body and bit a nipple before claiming her lips and making her burn brighter. Her skin glowed now, a soft pink that sizzled under his tongue. He settled between her thighs and positioned himself at her entrance. When the head of his erection pressed into her skin, it burned as if his shaft had entered a forge and the fire within threatened to burn him alive. The sensation made him harden even more.

  He continued to rock and listen to Cilia’s soft whimpers until her met her barrier.

  Proof she was whole and untouched. He leaned over to press his cheek against hers and laced their fingers together. He paused to let her prepare.

  “It’s all right, Fiach. I know it will hurt.” She nuzzled against him and bit the skin of his throat.

  The sensation of her teeth closing over his flesh overrode his concern. He pulled back until only his tip remained buried, then surged forward and pierced her virginity as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. Cilia cried out in pain and squirmed against the pressure invading her.

  Fiach held still and let her body adjust to his size and possession. When she relaxed against the pillow and started playing with a lock of his hair, he began sliding back and surging forward, pumping himself into her. She gasped and made little hissing noises.

  Her inner muscles clenched around him, as though testing themselves for the first time.

  He ground his teeth, trying to keep from coming before he showed her what being his lover really meant.

  Cilia became restless. “I think… I need…”

  “What do you need, Firebird?”

  She shivered beneath him. “I want more.”

  Fiach ground his hips in a circular motion, making her breath stutter and her sheath ripple. She slid her hands from his back to his ass and clutched him to her. He took her encouragement and surged forward, his testicles slapping against her skin. She cried out and became hotter. The harder he pounded into her, the wilder she became and the brighter her skin burned.

  He draped her legs over his shoulders to deepen the penetration without breaking his rhythm. At this new angle he could feel himself sliding completely inside her, kissing her cervix with every thrust.

  Flames broke across her skin; bright blue and consuming the bed they lay on. His skin prickled, but nothing born of hell could be beaten so easily. It drove him on, needing to see her finish this, to know he had caused her fires to ignite.

  She clutched his back, her fingernails digging into the flesh as she cried out. Flames roared around them. Fiach felt her muscles clamp down, the sweet flow of her warmth flooding him as she came. His cock burned from the sweet pleasure of her release.

  He leaned forward and kept her legs hooked over his shoulder then braced his hands on either side of the bed. He began fucking her harder, faster. His balls slapped in time to his thrusts against her upturned ass. He drove himself deep and groaned as he came. His shaft erupted in her depths, spilling his seed as her smaller tremors caressed his tender length. He collapsed over her as her fires quenched, leaving them both covered in a fine black powder.

  It was only when he softened within her that he took notice of the shrill siren resounding through the building. Heavy footsteps ran through the halls and the nervous cries of scared humans accompanied the screaming fire alarm. Fiach looked around and saw the bed they rested on was a mangled mass of black ash and melted springs. The carpet in the room was ablaze as well as the curtains and most of the other furniture.

  He grinned wickedly and pulled Cilia to her feet. “We can’t be caught like this.”

  She blinked and looked around the room, as if she just noticed that her home was engulfed in flames. “Oh,” she said stepping into him.

  Fiach pulled her to a nearby window and broke the glass with his elbow then stepped through, careful to avoid the slivers with his feet. He held his arms out, and Cilia crawled through the opening and into his embrace. “Wrap your arms around me tightly. We have to get out of here.”

  She nodded mutely and bit down on her lip as he leapt onto the railing of her terrace, cradled her against him, and jumped into the open air of the inky night. His great black wings unfurled, feathers rippling and straining to stroke the sky. One strong downward thrust stopped their decent. A second forceful snap of his wings brought them higher.

  Fiach held Cilia against him as he guided their flight. Sharp nails bit into the flesh of his bare back and her legs wrapped around his waist. The effect was instantaneous. He hardened and lengthened until his flesh was rigid and begging for her warmth. She pulled away from his shoulder long enough to look into his face, then positioned herself over him. Her thighs tightened an instant before her pussy covered him. His wings stuttered in their flight as she used her weight and the hold on his shoulders to impale herself onto his hard staff.

  He had always loved the thrill of flying, but never had he known it was possible to be fucked while he did it. Cilia rocked in his arms, her temperature rising as she came closer to orgasm. Fiach couldn’t risk thrusting into her or they would careen off balance.

  A crash landing from this high would be painful. Instead he was content to let her steer their pleasure. Her strokes were steady now, as she slid her juice-slick pussy over his cock. His body tightened, straining for release, but needing more. He grit his teeth.

  “Faster. Fuck me faster so I can come.”

  Cilia’s face flushed, but she did as he asked. She slung her body hard enough that Fiach almost lost his grip on her, until she was no longer holding on. Instead she was gripping his shoulders and pushing from them to swing her body onto his in a grinding cadence. Her heat was burning him but nothing had ever felt so good. He couldn’t go over the edge. His thoughts were too divided between the pleasure and maintaining control of their flight.

  He clutched Cilia to his chest tightly and whipped his wings downward in long powerful strokes, climbing higher into the air. When his lungs burned and his head became light from the altitude, he spread his wings, allowing them to act as a glider.

  Then he clutched Cilia’s hips and slammed inside. He groaned and pushed faster, harder until his dick was numb from it and throbbing. She cried out and clawed him as she came, her slick cream stoking him higher. He thrust one more and felt his balls tighten as forceful spurts erupted from his cock and filled her.

  It was over within minutes. He stayed buried inside her as his wings began to displace air and force them higher. Small ripples danced along his shaft as she snuggled closer and settled her legs around him. She had not burst into flames this time. Perhaps the first time was part of her sexual awakening or even a loss of control because of her heightened arousal. Either way, he vowed it would not be the last time they burned the house down with their love play.

  He flew toward a small cabin he sometimes used when the need to fly became too strong to ignore. It was reckless and dangerous to risk soaring inside the city as he’d done tonight. His powers could shield him from human eyes, but not from other demons and he didn’t want anyone learning of his prize.

  “Hold on. We’ll be a little off balance. I don’t normally have to worry about anyone but me in the comedown.”

  The great span of his wings spread wide and held as they drifted down. His feet touched the ground and he shivered. There was snow here, thick and deep. He was amused to find himself still lodged in her pussy and growing hard again just realizing it.

  With regret, he pulled free of Cilia’s snug sheath and lowered her to the ground beside him. The snow melted under her too-warm feet, forming a tepid puddle around her toes.

  He held her hand in his and pulled her quickly into the cabin. His breath hung in clouds before him and even Cilia, with her innate heat, trembled a little. He yanked an afghan from the back of the couch and wrapped it around her naked shoulders. Then he went to the wood shed to gather logs. He jogged back inside and tossed the armload of wood into the hearth and reached for a book of matches.

  Cilia cleared her throat to capture his attention, then called a flame into her hand. She blew a gentle kiss of air and he watched as the ball spun down and settled amongst the logs before erupting in a blaze much hotter than the simple wood kindling could have provided. Fiach turned to her in time to see her dust the residue from her palm.

  “Wait here,” he instructed.

  *

  Cilia watched Fiach turn and leave her standing by the fire as he ducked into a bedroom. While he busied himself, she sat on the couch her blanket had been liberated from and soaked up the heat in the room.

  She looked down at her body. The blood spilled from her virgin barrier streaked her inner thigh and their mingled fluids coated her legs. She was in no position to judge, but she felt they’d shared great sex and he had seemed pleased.

  His withdrawal gave her time to consider their new circumstances. She didn’t know him, not really. She had no idea what he would find funny or offensive, if he would laugh or become ill humored with her.

  Now she was homeless. She had the funds to start over, but she dreaded the work that would entail. Buying new furnishings when her olds ones had been comfortable.

  Finding a new building to live in since her previous address was now a smoking shell of brick and mortar thanks to her sexual awakening. She prayed that no one had been injured.

  She would need to send Stella and Max some start-over money. The rest of the families that had shared the brownstone had been fairly well off and undoubtedly insured, but as a single mother, Stella’s pennies were stretched to the limit.

  Lost in thought, she missed when Fiach joined her in the room. Still nude, he stopped before her, grasped her hands in his and lifted her to her feet. The blanket slipped from her shoulders and they were left skin to skin. A shudder ran through her, and he leaned in to press a kiss to her neck. Liquid pooled between her thighs, preparing her for what was to come. Instead of what she had expected, he led her to the bedroom, past the bed, and into the small bathroom. The tub was full of steamy water and frothing with bubbles.

  “I thought you might be sore … or something.” Fiach cupped the back of his neck with a hand, as if unsure of what else to say.

  “Thank you.” She rose up on tiptoe and dropped a kiss just under his jaw. “That was very kind of you. I am a little sore.” Then she gestured at the dried proof of their joining.

  “And dirty.”

  Fiach glanced down to where she pointed. He tilted his head and stared, then dropped to his knees. He leaned his face into the skin of her stomach before moving lower to where her virgin’s blood marked her passage to womanhood.

  He slid his hands between her legs silently asking her to open wider for him. She obliged and gasped as his tongue darted out and traced the line of blood and semen that ran from her knee up to her pussy. He licked her clean and pushed himself back onto his feet. His hand covered his mouth. His eyes were large and dark. “It tingles,” he murmured. Then he seemed to realize he’d spoken aloud. “Sorry. I’ll leave you to your bath. Just call out if you need anything.”

  Cilia nodded mutely and slipped into the bubbly water. Fiach watched as her breasts floated and bobbed, then licked his lips and closed the door with a solid thud.

  Chapter Six

  Fiach slumped against the bathroom door. Inside, he heard water splashing as Cilia bathed. He pushed off the frame and looked around the bedroom. In a dresser drawer he found a small stash of women’s underwear. The bottoms look about right, but the bras were too large for Cilia’s smaller, pert breasts. He also found a pair of black Capri length tights. He unfolded the pocket closet doors and found oversized plaid work shirts hung on bare metal hangers. They were worn soft and faded from too many launderings. He fingered one with red checking and pulled it free of its hanger.

  He could manifest his own clothing, so he didn’t need to worry with finding something to fit him. He was dirty in the way only great sex can make you. Even though he could clean himself with a thought, he had been among humans long enough to appreciate what scalding hot water could do for your spirits, much as he’d thought only a few days ago. He had to retract his wings to fit into the shower. When he wore his glamour, they were invisible as well as intangible. It was the only way he could enter most structures or interact with humans normally. Unless glamoured, his massive wingspan would have made life among mortals impossible.

  While Fiach waited for his turn in the bathroom, a flicker of movement caught his eye, and he went to the window. Sunken eyes peered in at him from a gaunt, emaciated face. Silver hair hung down in greasy threads. A long hooked nose curved over thin chapped lips. A black serpent’s tongue darted out to moisten them as Arvel raised a hand and wiggled the misshapen digits in a silent hello. Fiach didn’t bother to wonder how Arvel had found him…his bargain with the demon to displace Stella and Max gave it the power to locate him effortlessly, at least for the next three weeks or so.

 

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