Free Tame the Storm: 2 (Cinder Mated) by Ella Drake

her pussy.
    A small cloud drifted down from above and raindrops fell, focusing along her spine in a staccato. The scent of rain came to him with the musk of aroused woman. His grip tightened and his cock thrust upward.
    “Do you see how good it is?”
    “Yes, this is very good.” She panted and bit her lip.
    “Since I first saw you, I’ve had an insane urge to do this.” While one fist was busy stroking himself, he used the other to direct his will on the weather now surrounding Astrid.
    An eddy of wind circled her chest, caressing her, tantalizing. Another created an arrowhead of rain and air that burrowed in and sought that bundle of nerves hidden from his sight. Her hips thrust back, finding her own rhythm. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and moaned. He’d gotten it, that pink clit he longed to suckle. Opening his senses, he let the fog and humidity speak to him, to telegraph her softness, her heat, her vibrant need that enthralled him entirely.
    Her moaning grew louder and her gaze latched onto where he pumped himself harder and harder until her gorgeous eyes glazed and lost focus. Her pleasure cascaded over the dew-laden air.
    Her pussy would be wet, plump and swollen. She’d welcome him inside her, deep. Oh so deep. If only he could mount her. He groaned and shoved the directed wind into a vibrating thrust against her clit.
    With a yell, she jerked and shuddered. Her prolonged release hung in the air and sparked an electrical current that tingled over him, pushing him to heights he’d never reached before.
    His hips surged and he clung to the scent of Astrid’s cream carried to him on the air. His head spun with the need to fuck her and his balls drew up tight, his cock oversensitive and the base of his spine tingling. He couldn’t hold it in, he had to let it go. Jerking into his hand, he spilled all over his fingers with a grunt. Sagging back, he relaxed as the buzz made him warm and heavy.
    Replete, at peace for the first time since this mess had all started, he reveled in the small tremors echoing pleasantly through him. The storm around them quieted and the sky cleared. Birds cheeped and nearby, a frog talked back. The world was pretty fucking amazing right now.
    “I don’t understand this.” A rustle and a strangled derisive laugh brought him out of his drifting.
    Hand still on his softening cock, he straightened and watched Astrid frantically tug at her clothes. She was turning tail and running—and he’d watch that delicious ass as it disappeared.
    She’d had a point, which he’d ignored while lost in the lust. It nagged at him, that he’d used the wildness of the storm for sex. It was dangerous. Stupid. And it wasn’t even for the blonde woman destined to be his talent-partner.
    The buzz shattered and his languid stupor fled. He shoved up from the ground and turned from her to gather his wits.
    “Don’t come near me again.” Her words broke their tenuous connection.
    “Great idea,” he muttered. Still, as she stomped away, he did watch her tight ass all the way back to the mansion.
    Light sparkled in his peripheral vision and he bent. His button lay in a tuft of grass near the gloves he’d discarded. He pocketed it and tugged on a glove. Then, some urge drove him. For long minutes, he searched, growing more and more agitated.
    There. A little black button. It fit the pants she wore. Nondescript. A bit fancy but not showy—probably something a designer would pick. He put it in his pocket alongside his and rolled his shoulders.
    His storm had taken control of him since he’d found a syphon waif in the mountains.
    Now he’d gotten that weather system to move along and he could get back to normal. This had taken the edge off. Now he could think, be reasonable and stop acting rashly.
    Trudging in the wake of Astrid, he caught the scent of rain-kissed woman and groaned.
    He’d have to talk to Ray, let him know his powers had decided to go wonky, but later. Right now, he needed to work