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splinter. This excites you! her tinny voice shrilled.
Without warning Arvel launched herself at him, clawing at his clothing and reaching
for his zipper while rubbing her palm against his groin. Fiach stiffened, but had given his
word, and had no recourse now but to follow through with his promise.
Arvel had just freed the limp length of him when Cilia came to the door wrapped in a
towel. She looked at Fiach and her sadness was a tangible thing. Then she looked at the
demon desperately trying to arouse his flesh.
Arvel met her eyes levelly. He bargained. He cannot take it back.
I know, Cilia said simply and leaned against the doorframe.
Cilia, you have to know I don t want this. I had to bargain for your protection. He
gestured at his open fly. This is all I have to offer.
I know, she repeated calmly.
Arvel watched Cilia warily, but took his flaccid cock into her mouth and tried to
stimulate him orally. He winced, then looked away and almost missed what happened
next. When Arvel had taken him as far as she could, her head erupted in a bright burst of
flames. Fiach gripped the thin bony shoulders and pushed the demon away. He looked
down, but he was unmarred by the fire.
Cilia dusted her palms on her towel, leaving black powder handprints. He considered
her timing and realized he d been punished for what he was about to do. If she had any
less control of her fires, he would have been seared badly, and in a most delicate place.
Arvel writhed on the deck, slapping her face and trying to put out the blaze. Fiach
watched until the fire-eaten skin was reduced to a charred skull. It wasn t enough to kill
Arvel, but it would be more than enough to piss her off.
Without any muscles left in her jaw, Arvel was reduced to bass growls and rasping
threats. The one he heard clearest involved parts of his anatomy and things that would
happen to him once Harailt found out about his mating.
Fiach watched as the demon crawled along the porch, then vanished into the night.
He was uncertain if Arvel had truly gone, or if she had merely veiled herself. He tore his
eyes away from the night to face Cilia.
She was looking down at her toes and wiggling them. It had the same effect as if
someone were tapping fingers on a desktop. Finally he had to speak. Cilia&
Cilia looked up, her expression guarded. I heard it all. I know why you offered as
you did. Her brow wrinkled. What the demon said about you becoming like me is
true. She studied her toes a little more. If you stay with me, you will change. You
would never be able to take another lover. Once the conversion is complete, we will hold
a piece of each other. She looked up then. Phoenixes mate for life.
Fiach stood in stunned silence, uncertain how to react.
*
Cilia took Fiach s reticence as a bad omen. She reentered the cottage and headed to
the bedroom, still sickened at the scene she had walked into. Fiach had bargained himself
away for information he thought would help him protect her. He would have let that thing
have him. Didn t that show a certain amount of fondness on his part? Would he have
enjoyed the arrangement? Thinking back on his sickened expression, she knew that
couldn t be it.
He was probably just overcome by the announcement he had mated a Phoenix by
accident. She sniffled and felt a tear slip down her cheek and evaporate against her too-
warm skin.
Strong arms circled around her. Fiach pulled her back into his chest and spoke
against her neck. Why so sad, Firebird?
Her heart constricted at the endearment. I m not sad. I m just tired, she lied.
You cry when you re tired? he asked.
She laughed a little. Only when I m very tired.
His fingers slipped free the knot of her towel and let it fall to the floor between them.
One large hand spanned her stomach as the other nestled into the juncture of her thighs,
parting her folds and forcing her to lean on his strength to stay upright. He slipped a
finger inside as he stroked her swollen clit with his thumb. Hot liquid rushed from her
body, coating his fingers as he pleasured her.
He nipped her shoulder. I think you re scared.
Cilia bit back a moan. She was too molten for words.
He nipped higher, on her throat. I think you don t realize how much I want you.
This time she did moan, his words soothing the ache in her heart. His tongue licked
the path of the vein he had taken earlier. He increased the pressure of his hands, the slow
circles coming faster and faster.
She cried out his name as her body shivered and clenched around his finger. He gave
her no time to react. He pushed her down to the bed, sprawled before him on hands and
knees. The instant the bed shifted to indicate he had joined her, his cock slid home and
she gasped and rested her forehead on the tops of her arms.
Fiach groaned in approval, the angle shifting and allowing his thrust to penetrate
deeper into her core. He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head up as he bent over
her back and brought his lips to her neck.
I have to know that you want me. I must know you have some need of me. Even if
it s only this. To make his point, he swiveled his hips and ground his cock into her with
an almost savage need.
She began to ripple around him, the thick slide of his flesh into her stole her breath.
Just before she came, she whispered her need of him into the bend of the arm she braced
on. The driving rhythm stopped and he slipped from her. Cilia looked up, prepared to
complain, but met his lips instead. He rolled her onto her back and devoured her. His
kisses ignited her lips. Their intensity burned as he consumed her. She felt the velvet tip
of his erection prod her entrance as he reentered her.
His thrusts were gentle, softer strokes and just as she reached for her peak she felt
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