Firebinders: Marek (The Firebinders Book 1) Read online

  “Yes, Gwen. Give me your juices, baby. Let me scoop it out of your pussy,” he growled against her opening. He flicked the tip of his tongue fast against her clit before spearing her hole.

  She cried out, her breathing ragged, her body about to fly. Then he returned to her clit and inserted his fingers into her once more, flicking them faster and faster inside her, coaxing her to come more alive than she had ever been and when he gently bit at her clit, she screamed her release and she let go of his head. Her hands moved against the bed covers that became her only anchor to the bed and the world below.

  Boneless, she shuddered when he nipped at her hip bone before trailing his tongue back up to kiss her. He eased himself out off the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. His cock jutted out long and thick against the dusting of hair while he took a condom from the pocket of his discarded jeans and sheathed himself. Gwen bit her lip wishing Marek to hurry. He braced himself over her, arms by her shoulders. She framed his waist and hard body with her own hands as she bent her knees and spread her legs. Their gazes locked as Marek positioned himself at her entrance. She took short incremental breaths, her pussy quivering and sending her reeling through another wave of ecstasy. Oh Lord…she was not sure she could take him in but the pleasurable pain felt so good.

  “Hmmm…” Her opening stretched to accommodate him and her sex clenched involuntarily.

  “Oh fuck, Gwen. So fucking tight,” he managed to say, his face contorting in bliss. Then he pushed himself all the way to the hilt. Fireworks lit up behind her eyes as she covered him with her essence.

  She held his ass and squeezed at the same time she raised her mouth for his kiss. Lips locked, tongues mating, Marek moved slowly letting her feel every centimetre of his cock, filling her, loving her before increasing the pace, rocking them both towards that higher place. Gwen met him with every thrust, trying to move underneath him wanting more. He slammed his hips against her upturned thighs coaxing her wetness. The fire of their bodies joining began to consume her, fuelling her with Marek’s every thrust. Suddenly, Marek rolled them so that she was on top.

  “Marek,” she said on a heated breath. “Oh God.” His cock went deeper inside her. She felt like a fire cracker about to explode if someone so much as lit the wick.

  “Ride me.” He commanded.

  She supported herself on his chest, thighs close to his side, and rolled her hips, feeling every inch of his cock inside her and gasping when he hit her pleasure spot. She rode him slowly at first before her body took over and her pussy tightened around him. She cried out as Marek found her clit and rubbed it adding to the myriad of sensations shooting through her. Then Marek held her close, belly to belly and moved his cock up into her at a frenzied pace. She was whimpering almost every second now, filled with the fire that glowed in Marek’s eyes, her hair tumbling around their faces in a thick curtain. Gwen whipped her hair to one side, to see Marek’s eyes devour her. She felt its heat to the very center of her soul, felt her heart swelling with a deeper emotion and desire for this man who wanted her. It felt so right, so perfect. So worth every tendril of bliss forming into her orgasm, her body tingling with her impending release as Marek continued to piston in and out of her.

  “Marek.” She whimpered looking down at him.

  “Yes, Gwen…” he panted as the bed started to shudder underneath them. “Only for you, baby.”

  He gripped her hips and kept her still above him while he continued his onslaught. Gwen’s eyes closed and her body tensed at the indescribable pleasure that gripped her inner walls. Her head slowly angled upwards even as her body juddered against Marek. Her lips parted as small sounds left her until Marek fucked her hard and she was catapulted into the spiral of her release. Each cry that left her lips was more delirious than the last until three hard but slow thrusts brought Marek his own release with a guttural shout. Gwen felt Marek’s cock warm inside her and for one brief moment, she wished that they had been flesh to flesh. But this was more than enough, more than she had asked for.

  She floated back down imagining herself to be a feather coasting the tiniest of breezes before settling softly on a mattress. Both sated, Marek held her close their bodies filmed with sweat, their hearts bursting inside their chests.

  Sleep soon started to pull her into its embrace from the edges of her mind. Her thighs still straddled Marek, both of them still joined. She sighed, her brow creasing when he eased from her but she didn’t care. She was lying down on him, his body her refuge. She slid down to his side, safe in his arms while Marek jerked the quilt from underneath and covered them both with it. His soft kiss was the last thing Gwen remembered before she finally allowed Morpheus to pull her into his comforting darkness.

  Marek stared up at the ceiling, his arm beneath his head. Beside him, Gwen slept peacefully and he was glad that for even just this moment, he was able to ease her worry. Her breasts were soft against his side, her leg flung over his waist. His cock was acutely aware of the heat of her wet pussy against his hip and it twitched. He could easily turn, spread her legs with his knee and slide into her very wet sex. He wanted to so badly but he’d let her sleep. After the events that transpired, Gwen deserved some respite away from reality. In the meantime, he’d settle for her by his side. Marek was not one for basking in the afterglow. Even with his ex, once they both came and got their normal breathing back, he’d jump out of bed and get in the shower. His mind would have moved on to the next oil mishap he needed to contain, the next area of the world where his keen sense infused by Hephaestus’ gift would show him the possible existence of black gold. He’d be at his laptop to check on his investments, his portfolio as diverse as the countries he visited to put out fires.

  Now, he couldn’t leave Gwen’s bed.

  He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. A fuzzy feeling warmed him from inside out. A feeling of satisfaction, of peace, or perfection.

  Gwen was his perfection.

  His chest tightened at the epiphany. The sex was mind blowing and her face... Heaven help him, her face in the throes of ecstasy was as desirous as her body flushed with her release. She was responsive as she was strong willed. She was as principled as she was stubborn. She was afraid—Marek could see that—but Gwen continued to tamp down that fear and move on.

  His jaw tensed. Gwen needed to realize that they weren’t dealing with ordinary danger. It was a supernatural threat that had repercussions for both the paranormal and human worlds. He needed to think and he couldn’t do that with Gwen’s delectable body beside him.

  Gently, he extricated himself from Gwen’s embrace kissing her soft lips once more before unsheathing himself and throwing the used condom in the bathroom’s waste basket. He grabbed his jeans from the floor. The empty dining room was still lit by the lights overhead. Outside, the lamppost looked like a beacon in the dark. He ambled to the open patio doors and out the courtyard. Hands on his hips, he let his head drop, chin to chest. He was glad that the Cynn Cruors of New Orleans offered to help. He didn’t know who they were but he sure as hell was going find out and thank them.

  “Is she asleep?”

  Marek jerked at the question and he looked over his shoulder before resuming his watch of the courtyard.

  “I thought you’d gone.”

  “Thought I’d stay for a while and guard the house. Something or someone is coming,” Rogue said treading softly towards Marek and sidled beside him. He also stared at the lamppost. “I think it’s better that we all stay here. I can help Lia get her things from the apartment she shares with Veronica.”

  Marek snorted. “Lia’s not going to like that.”

  Rogue mouth widened to a grin. “That’s supposed to be my line.”

  “Sorry, man,” Marek said after some considerable silence.

  His friend turned to him with a puzzled look. “What for?”

  “You and Gwen.” Marek shook his head as he chuckled. “Thought she wanted you.”

  “You asked me to watch over her so you and Lia
could go to Janka Saint Cyr’s. That and being a friend was all it was. You were a dickheaded jackass to just leave her here when she didn’t know a damn soul.”

  Marek laughed softly. “Dickheaded jackass? Isn’t that too much?”

  Rogue lifted a sarcastic eyebrow. “Ya think?”

  Marek exhaled looking up at the moonless night that was still dusted with several million stars. “I will regret it for the rest of my life.” He paused for measure. “What’s happening to me, Rogue? I can’t get Gwen out of my mind and she’s just a room away.”

  “I’m not the right person to ask.” Rogue’s lips quirked to one side. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the door jamb. “That kind of entanglement scares the bejeezus out of me. Ask Jarred. He’s the one with the woman he can’t do without.”

  Marek grunted. Jarred would probably laugh his head off if Marek called him for relationship advice. The night sounds filled the silence that reigned between them. It allowed them to be with their own thoughts. In the distance Marek heard night birds tweeting, nothing unusual for that migratory time of the year. His strong hearing could still pick up the sounds of revelry in the centre of the French Quarter. He heard a few of the streetcars rumble along their path, screams and laughter of some of the passengers carrying over the cold air.

  “I better go,” Rogue said after a while retreating back into the house. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

  “Thanks.”

  “For what?”

  Marek’s mouth curved. “For watching over Lia.”

  A look passed over Rogue’s features which Marek didn’t miss. His friend nodded with a brief smile. Before he could ask, Rogue spoke, “Always. We’re the only firebinders left. Us and Faith until we find the rest.”

  When the other firebinder left, Marek locked up the house and switched off the lights before returning to Gwen’s room. Taking his jeans off once more he slipped under the covers spooning the woman who was becoming to mean more to him.

  Another truth. Gwen Fraser was more precious than his own life. More precious than all of his good deeds. He saved lives, she preserved them. He had an insatiable sexual appetite. She had an insatiable thirst for knowledge. She was more than he could ever deserve and she was the woman the universe gave him. Words to express his gratitude aptly for Gwen coming into his life still had to be coined.

  They faced danger that left them floundering. Marek vowed that it wouldn’t be long before they’d be able to be one step ahead of Highmore.

  It was a whole new ball game.

  Marek was going to be ready.

  Sebastian stepped down from the last rung of the Learjet’s stairs and breathed in the faint tang of jet fuel and cool New Orleans air. It hadn’t been difficult finding out from Austin International Airport’s fixed base operator who had left on the day of Gwen’s disappearance. There had only been two flights that day: a chartered Gulfstream that left for the Caribbean with a dozen people on board. The other was another private jet that left for New Orleans owned by one Marek Bannach. Sebastian had wracked his brains trying to figure out who the man was. The name sounded familiar only to realize that Bannach was one of the few oil well firefighters who junketed around the globe. How Gwen Fraser knew Marek Bannach was not his concern. He had a clue as to where Gwen was. Another call to her father’s house yielded the information that Gwen hadn’t told her father that she had resigned. Sebastian’s mouth curled. Dr. Gwen Fraser was a fugitive from him and if he played it right, he’d make it look like she was also a fugitive from the law.

  “Good evening, sir,” his chauffeur greeted, one of the very few people who knew what Sebastian looked like. Sebastian paid him enough for his silence to allow him to send his children to private schools and own a million dollar flat. “Shall I take you to the house first or would you want to see New Orleans at night?”

  “The house will do for this evening, Roland.” Sebastian entered the car. “The sightseeing can wait.” He needed to review his plan in the quiet confines of the penthouse.

  “As you wish.” Roland shut the door of the limo.

  The limousine’s phone rang. A sliver of trepidation ran down Sebastian’s spine but he snuffed it even before it reached down to shrivel his balls. He pressed a button to bring the glass partition up before answering.

  “I see you’ve landed.” The voice crackled into Sebastian’s ears.

  “On my way to the house.” Sebastian managed smoothly.

  “The men will be waiting for you there. They’re not beings to be trifled with.”

  “I have no intention of doing that, sire.”

  “I had to call in some favours because you didn’t snuff out the people when you had a chance.” The voice suddenly turned the fire in Sebastian’s veins cold. “You know I don’t like asking for favours.”

  Sebastian swallowed through the lump of terror inching into the centre of his throat. That lump could feel like it was growing and spreading down to his chest and soon he’d have difficulty breathing.

  “An error on my part which will…not…happen…again.” He started to sputter. “Sire…please.”

  All too soon the tightness of his nasal passages cleared. His throat convulsed as the air conditioned air swarmed into his lungs, and the person he had been speaking to had hung up.

  Sebastian leaned back against the plush upholstery, sweat beading his upper lip and brow. He rarely sweated. Then again, he rarely received a phone call such as the one he just had.

  He poured himself a glass of champagne and knocked it back like it was beer before throwing the glass against the door where it shattered into shiny pieces. He lugged the liquid from the bottle instead, the fluid falling down the sides of his mouth. He didn’t give a shit.

  Once he killed Gwen, he’d be able to relax and enjoy what the Big Easy had to offer.

  Marek’s phone vibrated on the table. He and Rogue were having brunch in the breakfast nook in the kitchen ever since the dining room had become Gwen’s lab. His heart warmed at the thought of Gwen just on the other side of the wall from where he was. Things were much better between them now, the nights steamier. He wanted Gwen to move to his bedroom, but with Lia’s bedroom on the opposite side of the floor, it was better that he camped with Gwen in the guest room. He would never get tired of her screams when she came and several times, he had to cover her mouth so that she didn’t bring the house down. But Gwen would lick the palm over her mouth that electrified his nerve endings all the way to his thrusting cock. So he’d take in her orgasms by kissing her instead. If Lia heard what was happening downstairs, she didn’t comment. But her all-consuming mischievous smirk was on her face when they saw each other and all of Marek’s warning looks didn’t make a dent.

  They had rung in the New Year with the rest of the Cynn Cruors in Zac and Faith’s house. Marek was introduced to Gabriel Dupuis, the Dux of the New Orleans Cynn Cruors and an immortal Creole. He was a big man whose biceps were as thick and muscular as Marek’s thighs. His light caramel skin gleamed under the lights and his blue gray eyes were filled with warmth and old wisdom. Most of the Cynn mortals under his authority patrolled the grounds while at the same time enjoying the New Year feast laid out by Cynn Cruor chefs. Marek couldn’t be more grateful to have Depuis by his side.

  The phone tapped danced on the table once more. Marek’s mouth widened in pleasure when he saw the caller’s identity.

  “Jarred, Happy New Year!” He sliced a part of his omelette stuffing it inside his mouth.

  “A Happy New Year to you too.” Jarred greeted with a smile in his voice. “How are things going?”

  “Good.”

  “Great! Listen, Dani and I are here in New Orleans. We are staying with Janka and Lilly and wondered if you’d like to join us for dinner.”

  “Sure, why not?” Marek glanced at Rogue who was pouring coffee into another mug. “How long are you staying?”

  “A week, tops,” Jarred replied. “Dani wants to imbibe the magick in NOLA’s
air.”

  Marek’s lips twitched. Jarred wasn’t fazed by the practices and traditions of Dani’s family. No wonder he didn’t do a U-turn when he saw Marek use his gift.

  “How does tomorrow night sound?” He frowned at the sight of Rogue carrying the mug upstairs. He wanted to call Rogue but Jarred spoke again.

  “Sound’s good.”

  “Let’s have it here.”

  Jarred laughed. “Do you even know how to cook?”

  Marek snorted. “You’d be surprised.” He was already thinking that since Gwen had commandeered the dining room, they’d set up the courtyard for the dinner. “See you at seven.”

  Marek made his way to the dining room and stopped by the doorway. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the jamb, a smile hovering over his lips. He now understood that when Gwen frowned it was not because she was annoyed…well most of the time. It was a gesture that signalled her intense concentration on what she was doing. And right now she was busy putting down notes, her fingers flying over the keyboard, her sweet ass moving as she shifted between looking through the microscope and reading what she already had on her laptop. Marek had already told her about the need for a firebinder to be present for a human being to be healed of a disease, and the possible reason why Sebastian Highmore had hired her. Zac had backed him up when Marek explained everything to Gwen.

  “Your experiment with a firebinder’s blood wasn’t for medical purposes,” Marek said. “It was in order to bring the remaining firebinders out in the open to kill them.” He looked at Rogue and Lia. “To kill us.”

  “What? Why?” Gwen’s dismay was evident in her voice.

  “Because even if you extract that part of the blood which you believe can be an antidote for any disease, it’s not going to work without the firebinder,” Zac said from his place by the patio door. “The firebinder’s veins become the conduit and you still need them to take the illness through their system before transferring it into the earth. There is no other way.”