CHAPTER 10
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We sank into a rooftoppool. It made sense that Zak had sifted us from the top of the icebox into water since my flame would burn anything else, except for Zak and myself and our clothes.
Water soaked my uniform, yet my flame still burned.
“I’ll take care of you, my Rosebud,” Zak said, undressing me.
Fire licked between my thighs, making my tender flesh ache with savage need. I grabbed his shirt, tearing it.
“Let me, Rosebud,” he said. “Preserve your energy.”
The Demigod of Sky efficiently undressed both of us. In no time, we were naked. He poised firmly in the water with my legs wrapped around his waist. Half of my ass was under the water and half above it.
Water lapped around us.
His erection pressed against my belly.
His eyes flashed with concern and primal male lust.
I didn’t know him as well as I knew Axel and Héctor, yet my heart lurched and ached at his harsh, masculine beauty. Hunger and lust for him coursed through my racing bloodstream.
Then a sliver of guilt flitted through my mind at the thought of Axel and Héctor. I needed them, but they weren’t here. They weren’t available for me. Only my savage need rampaged within me, as if my survival depended on what Zak could provide for me.
I’d been reduced to a creature purely driven by animalistic lust and dark hunger.
“I planned to court you first, Rosebud,” Zak said. “But this is an extreme circumstance. I need to feed you, and the best way to feed you—”
“Just fuck her already, Zak!” Paxton shouted from the edge of the pool. “She isn’t going to last forever. By the time you finish your noble speech, she might have faded. If you aren’t man enough to do it, let me take care of her. I’ll feed her.”
My awareness swirled back to the present.
“Why is he here?” I hissed. “Get rid of him.”
If I wasn’t climbing Zak and unwilling to leave him, I’d do it myself. But I might be too weak to assail the sea demigod.
“Stay the fuck away, Paxton. I warn you,” Zak roared.
When he turned to me, the sky demigod’s rage shifted to a storm of lust.
“I need to taste you before I have you,” he said. “This mating fever has me in its grip, too. If I lose control completely, I’ll end up hurting you.”
He dipped his head, his mouth finding my tit. He suckled it fiercely before he allowed his lips to move down toward the valley between my thighs.
He placed me flat atop the water, his large hand supporting my back to keep me afloat. Then he went down on one knee, his face buried between my thighs.
He started licking me, up and down. His wicked tongue flicked at my clit before his teeth nipped at my sensitive nub.