Free Stifle by Kendall Grey Page B

Well, I don’t know. Who’s playing? I just came for a drink, to be honest. I have no idea what’s going on here tonight.” Her nervous laughter stoked his Fire. Made him harder. Hungrier.
    Poor stupid Wyldling. She had no clue what sort of trouble she was in. He almost felt sorry for her.
    “Just Breathe.” He lowered his voice and puffed his pheromone-laden breath toward her nose.
    She licked her lips and inhaled softly. Her lids fluttered. “Yeah, I need to. Kinda hot in here.”
    He laughed. So gullible. Sexy. “I meant Just Breathe is the name of the band.”
    She must not have known about Gavin’s occupation outside of the Dreaming. That would make for interesting revelations shortly. After Sinnder had his way with her in the bathroom.
    He lifted his beer to his mouth and sucked down a couple of long swallows. Zoe’s gaze fell on the Fyre brand behind his ear, and her demeanor stiffened. Fear mingled with desire. Uncertainty. Warning. The combination was utterly intoxicating. Sinnder’s Fire tripped to pulsing red life.
    Dangerous. Not just for her, but for him too.
    “Afraid I’ve never heard of them,” she said. Conflict consumed her rounded, wide eyes.
    “Oh, you’re gonna like ‘em.” He caught her in the crosshairs of his Firesight and sucked the red from the very air between them. The rich bouquet was divine. “All the women do.” And Fyres too. He looked away and took another pull off his beer.
    “Who’s next?” The bartender derailed his dark thoughts.
    Zoe ordered and paid for her drinks. She didn’t look at Sinnder while she waited, but he watched her. This close, he understood what Gavin saw in her. Beautiful in a different way. Intense. Smart. Wise. None of those qualities made a shit of difference to Sinnder, but the romanticism wasn’t lost on him. Though Gavin and Zoe probably only knew each other in the Dreaming, he imagined Gavin saw beyond the obvious, past the harsh walls she built to protect her fragile emotions from harm.
    But no wall would shelter her from a Fyre’s ever-present, insistent hunger. Incendius cared nothing for Wyldlings beyond the Fire they produced, therefore neither did Sinnder. Not anymore.
    Zoe picked up her drinks, flipped him a quick smile, and scurried toward her waiting friend.
    Sinnder followed her ass along the way. It was just the right size—not too big or too small. Tight from working on the boat every day.
    She’d be tight on the inside too.
    Another rush of molten saliva flooded his mouth, and his cock woke up with a mighty flourish, stoking fresh Fire into his fantasy…
     
    Gavin spins Zoe around to face him and backs her against Sinnder. He traps her within the frame of his tattooed arms and Sinnder’s taut chest. Her lavender perfume blends with the scent of the wetness brimming between her legs into a heady concoction. Sinnder’s neurons swirl. He’s dizzy from the Fire-high.
    Lips parted, lids heavy, Gavin leans into her heaving, exposed breasts. B cup. Natural. Nice shape. Sinnder tracks Gavin’s hand around the curve of her waist, down to her bare ass. The singer readjusts his cock, and the thick hunk of meat peers up at him from Zoe’s hip. A hiss escapes Sinnder as Fire plays leapfrog among the three of them.

    “ What are you doing?” Zoe’s face flushes. Pink gobbles up the tan of her skin. Droplets of perspiration and goose bumps speckle her arms.
    Gavin steps closer. His arousal triggers Sinnder’s. “You said you wanted to fuck. I’m taking advantage of you.”
    She flattens her backside to Sinnder’s cock and straightens. “I’m not a groupie.”
    Gavin’s finger trails up an arm to her neck. He thumbs the defensive jut of her chin and stares into her eyes. “Then why did you come? The rest of them are here to fuck a rock star. What makes you any different?”
    Heavy muscles ripple as he shifts his position. Her hand lowers and brushes his erection. Sinnder’s hard-on presses against the crack of her ass.