Phoenix Burning. Patti O'Shea

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      Chapter Four

      Phoenix felt the final threads of his self-command snap, but it didn’t prepare her for the way his blue eyes morphed white. Or nearly white. There was a slight bluish tint to the color of his irises and they were outlined in black, but it was freaky. The unease didn’t last long; there was too much need.

      He shifted his hold, and with a burst of speed, pressed her against the wall of the nearest building. His arms took the brunt of the impact, but Phoenix couldn’t stop a soft gasp.

      His mouth covered hers. She expected his kiss to be a demand, but instead he coaxed. It threw her mentally off kilter, and she reached out, resting her hands on his shoulders, using them to anchor her body. Hard muscle tempted her and Phoenix closed her eyes and leaned into Ivar. She opened her mouth, inviting him deeper. His tongue traced along her bottom lip and a sigh escaped her as she allowed him to take more of her weight.

      It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She’d told him hard and fast, he’d driven her into the wall and pressed his body into hers. Why was he wasting time?

      Moaning her frustration, her desire, Phoenix stroked his shoulders. That small touch ignited an undeniable craving to caress all of him. Her hands trailed down his back, paused at his waist and then slid downward. Ivar caught her hand before she could stroke his cock. She wanted to protest, couldn’t find the words, and settled for a growl.

      He raised his head, dark hair falling over his eyes. She forgot to breathe. He wasn’t going slowly because he didn’t want her, that was plain to see.

      “Hurry,” she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

      “When I’m good and ready.” His hands pulled her as close to his lower body as she could get without them being naked. Without him being inside her.

      “You said you knew what I was. I need to feed. I’ll die if I don’t.”

      “No, you won’t.” Ivar’s smile showed a small amount of fang had lowered. “We’ll both be coming long before you’re in danger of starvation.”

      He stepped back.

      “What are you doing?” she asked, but before she could complain, he pulled her into a shadowy doorway.

      “We don’t want the LAPD interrupting us and having sex on the street is a good way to get arrested.”

      Phoenix shook herself enough to look around. Maybe they weren’t on the sidewalk, but the alcove wasn’t deep and they were directly across from a large apartment building. A curtain fell back into place and she spotted a few faces at other windows. Instead of worrying her, it sent a shiver through her body and her nipples became harder. She tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans and sent her hands under the fabric. His skin seemed to burn her, that’s how hot he was. “No more teasing,” she said, her tone almost an order.

      “Patience, young one.”

      Patience my ass. She reached for the zipper of his jeans, pulled it down and discovered he’d gone commando. Phoenix’s fingers tightened around the hard shaft of his cock and began to stroke. A shudder went through him, but she couldn’t appreciate it, not with her own need going from blaze to inferno.

      Ivar freed himself from her grip, imprisoned both her wrists above her head, and used his free hand to torment her. His thumb brushed her breasts where the torn sweater left her exposed before gently pinching her left nipple. Phoenix arched, wordlessly inviting more. He ignored her. She was thrashing against the door, all but insensible, and he was playing with her, denying her.

      “More.” There was nothing but command in her voice. “Now.” Breaking free of his grip, Phoenix jumped at Ivar. She caught him off balance and drove him into the wall on his side of the doorway.