Free Ever Fire by Alexia Purdy Page B
Authors: Alexia Purdy
his face; a fine, strong jaw line and sharp cheekbones. His hardened eyebrows framed his eyes ever so perfectly. She wondered what it was that he really saw when he looked at her. He could probably have any woman he wanted. Yet, here he was.
Soap’s eyes drew her in; they looked like they were shining beacons in a dark night. He let his skin of glamour slip away as fire began to burn with the crackling of lightning and blue-white fire that licked along his skin and down his body. It did not burn his clothes or her as it flickered along. Shade drew in her breath, always amazed how a Teleen could burn so intensely, but not affect her at all. He laced his fingers through hers and pulled her up to stand with him. He looked down at her. His face lit up in blue-white light as he was tightening his warm embrace around her.
She buried her face in his chest, smelling sage and fire on his skin. She ran her hands up his back and stroked his long hair that fell down his back in long straight ribbons. She rubbed her cheek along his warm chest, feeling his heart racing under his fiery skin. Shade lifted her head up towards his and watched his face turn down in response. His face was an ocean of calm while his eyes burned with desire. She watched his lips, perfect and lush, begging to be touched.
She sighed, what the hell . Giving in, she leaned towards him. She kissed him, feeling the warmth of his mouth press back on hers. Softly at first, then desperately as if they were about to inhale each other in. His arms pulled her towards him and his hands cradled her head, holding her so tight that she felt breathless.
Shade suddenly pulled away and slipped onto the bed. Soap reluctantly let her, but not without a longing sigh as he continued to glow on fire. She watched him coming to kneel before her again, waiting for her next move. His flames crackled and flowed up his body like liquid flowing the wrong way. He let her collect her thoughts, still breathing hard.
“Soap, I–I can’t do this. We have to stop. I don’t know what’s going on but I–I need more time. I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry.” Shade shifted back further onto the bed.
“What’s going on here?” Dylan’s serrated voice startled Shade as she turned to see that he had slipped past the door so quietly that neither of them had even noticed his presence. His eyes were dark and his face was seething. He stared at Soap, who still glowed afire, and let his eyes move to Shade who remained frozen on the bed, her cheeks pink and lips red from kissing Soap. His eyes narrowed at her as his eyes darkened even more, turning into a gleaming onyx. She sucked her breathe in, alternating her glance between Dylan and Soap.
“Dylan, nothing’s going on,” Shade stammered. “You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing here?” She scrambled to stand up and stood beside Soap as he wove his glamour around him; a quivering mist that pulled together tightly until it became solid, leaving no sign of the blue-white fire on his tanned skin.
“It doesn’t look like nothing to me, Shade.” Dylan’s voice felt like poison as he spoke her name. Shade winced and started shaking her head.
“Dylan, it’s not what it looks like. I–I mean. He just came to see if I was okay.” The words choked in her throat as she lacked any better words to say. So busted!
“I bet you’re better than okay now, right, Shade?” Dylan’s voice was flat and almost melancholy. “So this is how it is then, you and Rylan? Of all the Fey, I’d think you would have chosen better than a savage wildling. You can’t trust him Shade. You don’t know what he really is. Changelings are traitors and thieves, infiltrating Fey families like Cuckoo birds. Just because he could be part Teleen doesn’t change that. He will hurt you the moment he gets what he wants, won’t you Rylan?” He snickered at Soap.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Shade’s surprise made her voice squeak.
Soap’s eyes drew her in; they looked like they were shining beacons in a dark night. He let his skin of glamour slip away as fire began to burn with the crackling of lightning and blue-white fire that licked along his skin and down his body. It did not burn his clothes or her as it flickered along. Shade drew in her breath, always amazed how a Teleen could burn so intensely, but not affect her at all. He laced his fingers through hers and pulled her up to stand with him. He looked down at her. His face lit up in blue-white light as he was tightening his warm embrace around her.
She buried her face in his chest, smelling sage and fire on his skin. She ran her hands up his back and stroked his long hair that fell down his back in long straight ribbons. She rubbed her cheek along his warm chest, feeling his heart racing under his fiery skin. Shade lifted her head up towards his and watched his face turn down in response. His face was an ocean of calm while his eyes burned with desire. She watched his lips, perfect and lush, begging to be touched.
She sighed, what the hell . Giving in, she leaned towards him. She kissed him, feeling the warmth of his mouth press back on hers. Softly at first, then desperately as if they were about to inhale each other in. His arms pulled her towards him and his hands cradled her head, holding her so tight that she felt breathless.
Shade suddenly pulled away and slipped onto the bed. Soap reluctantly let her, but not without a longing sigh as he continued to glow on fire. She watched him coming to kneel before her again, waiting for her next move. His flames crackled and flowed up his body like liquid flowing the wrong way. He let her collect her thoughts, still breathing hard.
“Soap, I–I can’t do this. We have to stop. I don’t know what’s going on but I–I need more time. I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry.” Shade shifted back further onto the bed.
“What’s going on here?” Dylan’s serrated voice startled Shade as she turned to see that he had slipped past the door so quietly that neither of them had even noticed his presence. His eyes were dark and his face was seething. He stared at Soap, who still glowed afire, and let his eyes move to Shade who remained frozen on the bed, her cheeks pink and lips red from kissing Soap. His eyes narrowed at her as his eyes darkened even more, turning into a gleaming onyx. She sucked her breathe in, alternating her glance between Dylan and Soap.
“Dylan, nothing’s going on,” Shade stammered. “You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing here?” She scrambled to stand up and stood beside Soap as he wove his glamour around him; a quivering mist that pulled together tightly until it became solid, leaving no sign of the blue-white fire on his tanned skin.
“It doesn’t look like nothing to me, Shade.” Dylan’s voice felt like poison as he spoke her name. Shade winced and started shaking her head.
“Dylan, it’s not what it looks like. I–I mean. He just came to see if I was okay.” The words choked in her throat as she lacked any better words to say. So busted!
“I bet you’re better than okay now, right, Shade?” Dylan’s voice was flat and almost melancholy. “So this is how it is then, you and Rylan? Of all the Fey, I’d think you would have chosen better than a savage wildling. You can’t trust him Shade. You don’t know what he really is. Changelings are traitors and thieves, infiltrating Fey families like Cuckoo birds. Just because he could be part Teleen doesn’t change that. He will hurt you the moment he gets what he wants, won’t you Rylan?” He snickered at Soap.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Shade’s surprise made her voice squeak.