A Fire in the Flesh (Flesh and Fire, #3)

despite the impossibility of it. Because how many times had I questioned what,

other than love, could fuel his actions?

Was it possible that Maia hadn’t removed his kardia? Before I could ask if that was even

possible, his mouth touched mine. The kiss was a fiery, passionate testament,

proof that his words weren’t hollow. I could feel the love in the gentle yet

fierce way his mouth parted mine and tasted his desire in the dance of our

tongues.

Ash broke the kiss, rocking back. I opened my eyes. He knelt

between my legs, his thick, glistening length jutting from his pelvis.

I bit down on my lip, wincing at the brief sting caused

by—gods, my fangs. I had actual fangs. I would need to work on being

more mindful of them. But not now—definitely not now. Because his fists landed

on either side of my hips, and he lowered his head. The first touch of his

breath between my thighs stole mine.

“I will spend the rest of eternity making sure you never

doubt what I feel for you,” he promised, sliding his palms over my thighs. He

parted them as he’d done with my lips moments before—gently and fiercely.

“Starting now.”

I held my breath, toes curling in anticipation. I didn’t

have to wait long. My back bowed as I felt his tongue sliding along the very

center of me.

The entire realm ceased to exist. It was just him, me, and

his sinfully talented tongue. All I could do was give myself over to the heat

spreading throughout my body as he lapped at my wetness, driving me higher and

higher. I writhed and bucked against his mouth with each stroke, every time his

tongue delved into me.

His hands clamped down on my hips, keeping me trapped

against his mouth. His tongue slid lower, parting me. I groaned, lifting my

hips. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful, and he wasn’t

slowing down or stopping.

“Ash…please,” I whispered, one leg curling, pressing into

his side.

“I haven’t tasted enough of you.” His tongue flicked the

knot of nerves, drawing a sharp cry from me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get

enough.”

Clutching the blanket beneath me, I started to shake as he

rolled his tongue over that sensitive part of me once more. Then he closed his

mouth over my clit. The pull and sudden scrape of his fangs sent me over the

edge.

“Ash,” I moaned.

His answering growl burned my skin, heightening the arousal.

My head kicked back as I screamed, coming in a blinding, startling rush that I

would’ve sworn to the gods transported me to another realm, because I had no

idea how much—if any—time passed before I heard a rapping at the door.

“Is everything okay in there?” came Nektas’s muffled voice.

Either Ash hadn’t heard him, or he was ignoring the draken, because his answer was to flick his tongue over my

heated flesh again.

My hips jerked, and my toes curled.

“I’m starting to get worried,” Nektas said.

I shuddered as he ran a finger through my wetness. “Ash.”

He drew back just enough for me to see his glossy lips.

“Everything is fine.”

There was barely a chance for me to take a breath before his

head dipped once more. He closed his lips over me as he worked a finger inside,

wringing another gasp from me.

“Are you sure?” Nektas asked. My

head turned toward the door. “I thought I heard screaming.”

“You didn’t.”

I gripped the blanket as Ash slowly moved his finger in and

out.

“I’m pretty sure I did,” the draken insisted.

Ash’s finger eased from me. I started to rise onto my

elbows, but his hand came on my chest, just below my neck.

His eyes pulsed with eather. His

other hand went to my shoulder. “I’m not done with you.”

My breath caught as my gaze locked on his savage stare. I

looked down where his cock remained, thick and heavy.

“What did you say?” Nektas asked.

Ash’s head whipped toward the sound. “I said I may kill you

if you don’t get the fuck away from that door.”

My eyes widened. As I took in how still his chest was as he

drew his hand down the center of mine, I thought maybe he would do

that.

“Rude,” Nektas drawled. “I assume

your uncalled-for threat of violence means that both of you are awake, alive,

and well aware enough of each other that you’re…getting reacquainted?”

Ash’s head dipped, and a low snarl rumbled from him.

“I’m—” I clamped my mouth shut, muffling a moan as Ash drew my

nipple into his mouth. “I’m fine.”

There was a pause. “You don’t sound fine.”

“I swear I am.” I reached down, grasping the back of Ash’s

head as he moved to my other breast. “But I really think you won’t be if you don’t leave.”

There was a gap of silence, and then I heard a chuckle. “I

am relieved to hear you are fine,” he said. “Meyaah Liessa.”

My Queen.

I gave a start, the implication of that—of what had

happened—finally sinking in. What I’d seen. The voices I’d heard. My body

locked up, and my lips parted.

My heart began to pound as Ash lifted his head from my

breast. Somehow, I’d Ascended without the embers of life killing me. And they

weren’t just inside me now. They weren’t even a part of me.

The embers of life were me.

I was the Primal of

Life—the true Primal of Life.

The…the Queen of the Gods.





CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE





I stared up at Ash, my stomach dipping. “I’m…I’m the Queen of the Gods.”

“Yes.” Ash’s hand slid down my side to my thigh.

My chest started dipping as he spread my legs. “And that would make you the…King of the Gods?”

“Only if you deem it fitting to call me such,” he said, his gaze traveling over my body and centering between my thighs. “Otherwise, I am your Consort.”

Him? The Consort?

No.

Hips twitching under his icy-hot stare, I swallowed. “I make you King…deem you King. Or whatever.”

“Honored,” he murmured, guiding my leg over his hip.

My mind raced. If I was the Primal of Life, then what did that mean for—oh, my gods, what about Kolis? He’d awakened while Ash and I were at my lake. I knew he had. I’d felt him. So, where was he? And what about the other Primals?

“Ash?”

His attention was still fixed between my thighs. “Hmm?”

I tugged on his hair, forcing his gaze to mine. “What does that mean?”

“It means the King is about to fuck his Queen.”

That wasn’t where I had been going with that question, but in a heartbeat, I was there completely.

Eyeing his erection, I dragged in a reedy breath. A pulse of desire echoed, surprising me. I didn’t think it would be possible after the pleasure he’d already given me, but here I was.