Make Me Burn: Fireborne, Book 2 (10 page)

Aziza trembled. “What kind of lesson?”

She could hear the smile in Ram’s voice. “You’ll see. Now lift up your skirt for me.” When she did, he gave an exaggerated gasp of surprise from behind her. “No panties, Miss Stewart? You are begging to be punished, aren’t you? This lesson might take longer than I thought.”

“I didn’t know—”

“Didn’t know you’d be caught?” He placed both hands on her ass, his touch so light she could barely feel it. “Didn’t know I’d see what you’ve done?”

She nodded, her hair spread across the desk, hiding her heated face from view, and Ram chuckled. “Little liar. You can’t keep secrets from me, sweet Aziza. I always know. I’ve seen the way you look at me in class. The way you tighten your legs and squirm in your seat when I lean over your shoulder to check your work. You may be dating that dog of a linebacker, but he obviously hasn’t given you what you really need. He can’t teach you the way I can. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you didn’t silently wish I would keep you after school. Tell me you aren’t a bad girl.”

She couldn’t. She could hardly speak as the arousal spiked in her body, allowing only a whimper to escape. It was all the answer he needed. His grip firmed in approval and he pinched both her cheeks so hard she shouted in surprise.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now, do I have your full attention, Miss Stewart?”

“Yes.”
Oh fuck yes.

Aziza’s fingers were instantly coated with her own arousal as she caressed the lips of her sex while the shower beat down on her. She had to let the fantasy continue. She wanted it too much to stop.

She saw her “professor” grab his ruler, the same one he often snapped against his palm when he was speaking in class, making her shiver. Making her wonder how it would feel on her skin.

She found out. The flat of it landed with force on one bare cheek, then the other. Again and again. Deliciously hard, it stung her cheeks, sending warmth out to every part of her body. Sending a rush of wet heat between her legs. She knew it would be like this.

Aziza lifted her hips higher, hoping for more.

“Bad girl,” Ram rasped. “So greedy for it, aren’t you? Does your boyfriend pretend he knows what you like? Does he spank you just enough to get you ready for his cock? Does he know how you dream of being filled front and back at the same time? How greedy you are?”

She tried to answer but he swore from behind her. “Don’t tell me. You’re with me now and I don’t care. Spread your legs, Miss Stewart. Yes, like that. Now ask for it. Ask for more, nicely. Say please.”

She wanted to resist him. Wanted not to be so turned on. He wasn’t hers. She had a boyfriend. A good boyfriend.

But she wasn’t a good girl. “Please, Sir. I need more. I’ve been bad and I deserve more.”

“Yes you do, Aziza. And I’m the only one who can give it to you.” Ram tugged her back to a standing position, taking a seat on the desk in front of her.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Wasn’t he going to spank her again? Why had he stopped?

Another voice, identical to Ram’s, spoke up from behind her. “Giving you what only I can, Miss Stewart.”

Two of him? There were
two of him
? His Jinn abilities must be back.

The Ram on the desk had unzipped his pants and wrapped his fist around his bare, flushed erection, gripping it tightly. “Now I want you to suck my cock while I spank you.”

The crowd gasped, reminding her of their presence, and the Ram standing behind her laughed with delight. “Consider it a lesson in Jinn physics, Aziza. Bend over, lift up that tease of a skirt again and show these people what a talented mouth you have. How badly you want to be disciplined. Do a good job, Miss Stewart. Impress me. This will be on the test.”

Aziza did as she was told, bending over with a hand on either side of his hips, closing her eyes when she wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft. He tasted so good she moaned.

The Ram on the desk grabbed a handful of her hair and held it tightly, roughly, guiding her to take him deeper. More. “Remind you of anything, sweet Aziza? It certainly brings back fond memories for me.”

It did. He’d done this to her when Brandon was inside her. Done this when he had his powers and she was the only one who could see him.

The other Ram spoke, his voice low with lust. “Are you learning now? I know how bad you really are. How perfectly, deliciously bad. I know your darkest fantasies and I can give them to you. No rules. No holding back. I want you exactly the way you are. Ah, you like that. Look how wet you are. I told you that you were a naughty girl.”

The ruler came down again and she moaned against the flesh filling her mouth. He knew. He always knew. She focused on taking more of him into her mouth, on the piercing pleasure of the blows against her skin.

“You aren’t human, you know.” Ram spoke over the sounds of the ruler smacking against her thighs. “Even humans need more than they allow themselves. They spend their lives striving to emulate werewolves. To mate. To be monogamous. And they fail again and again because their minds are closed to having more, to allowing themselves new experiences.”

The Ram on the desk lifted his hips against her mouth, groaning when he filled her completely. “You are Fireborne. You are all of us and none of us. You need
more
.”

She could hardly take in what he was saying, but suddenly she didn’t want to play anymore. Couldn’t hold back what was inside her. She was on fire.

“Head of the class, Miss Stewart,” Ram groaned. “Lesson one, a Fireborne has to burn.”

The audience was cheering as Aziza lifted her mouth to look down at her body. It was covered in the hot, blue-white fire that she’d been learning to control. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” the Ram behind her countered, completely unaffected by the blaze as he continued to spank her. “You don’t have to hold back here. With me. In this classroom you can deny what you feel for me about as well as you can deny what you are.”

He stopped spanking her long enough to slip his fingers inside her sex and moaned at what he found. “Fireborne is justice, yes, but also power. Power is a passion that, when too long restrained, will blaze out of control…will turn to darkness. You need me. Need what I can give you. Need this and more.” He raised his voice so everyone could hear. “I think she’ll also need help with this final lesson. Can I have two more volunteers?”

The Ram who was sitting on the desk, his erection still wet from her attention, gripped her hands to hold her still and gestured with his chin for her to look over her shoulder. “I believe we’re ready to begin.”

Two men used their strong arms to pull themselves up onstage, moving toward her with slow, sensual purpose.

Brandon and…West? The man she’d met this morning?

West smiled easily and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m game for a grappling session. I wanted her as soon as I saw her.”

After tugging his own T-shirt over his head, Brandon smiled wickedly and clapped West on the shoulder. “Be warned, she’s addictive. Once you have the Fireborne?” He licked his lips as though tasting something sweet. “Nothing else will do.”

“Brandon!” He wasn’t acting like himself. “I thought you didn’t want to share me.”

His eyes burned with need. “I’m sorry, Aziza. I was being selfish. I know what you need now. Let me make it up to you.”

She should be insulted. Shocked. Her fantasy scene had suddenly become too crowded. Four of them—West, two Rams and a Brandon who was willing to share her—all of them taking off their clothes with unmistakable intent. “What are you going to do to me?”

One of the Rams bit her neck. “Exactly what you want us to do. No more secrets. No more rules. No more limits. You want all of us inside you. Touching you. Making you burn. You need more. Admit it to yourself.”

Oh God. All of them. She’d never even put that on her mental bucket list, but now she knew how good it would be. She turned and kissed Ram’s lips, reaching down for his long, thick erection. “I’m ready for my lesson.”

“Good girl.”

No. Bad girl. She was ready to be taken by all of them. Ready to lose herself to the fire.

Ram lowered her to the stage floor and knelt between her spread knees, determined to be the first inside her as the others waited impatiently for their turns. The cheeks of her ass still tingled, hot against the cool stage floor as he lifted her shirt until it was bunched beneath her arms, revealing her high, sensitive breasts to his gaze. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, longing for him.

His face was flushed with desire and determination as he came down over her and slowly thrust inside. “You can’t deny what you feel, Aziza. The way your eyes glow like sapphires, the way your blood burns hotter than any human’s could. You can’t deny that you want me forever.”

“I know,” she moaned. “Oh God, Ram. I know.”

They stared at each other for one breathless moment before he rolled over onto his back and took her with him, still inside her. “Time to give you everything a bad girl could dream of.”

Brandon was growling as he knelt behind her, and she gasped when he spread her stinging cheeks apart and pushed his cock inside her ass without any warning or preparation. But this was her fantasy. It didn’t feel anything but perfect. He loved this. She loved it. Loved being claimed. And with Ram, with both of them inside her, it was finally right. She was going to come.

“Not so fast,” Ram demanded harshly. “We’re nowhere near done, Miss Stewart. You won’t come until I let you.”

“But—”

“We can stop,” he warned her. “If you don’t obey me, your punishment will be one you don’t enjoy.”

She shuddered, forcing herself to focus. “Yes, Sir.”

“Look up, Aziza.”

She opened her heavy-lidded eyes and lifted her head. West was standing in front of her, completely naked. His light-mocha skin covered a perfectly sculpted body that took her breath away. The tattoos and scars that covered his torso also wrapped around his thighs, and his chest…his mouthwatering chest was covered with scars. He was beautiful.

He smiled, his teeth brilliant and eyes bright with need. “They don’t see me, Aziza Jane. Not the way you do. I had a vision too, you know. You and I, like this. I’ve been looking for you. Wanted you for longer than you could possibly know. And I knew I’d find you.”

She frowned, trying to focus on his words through the haze, through the stretch of Ram and Brandon inside her. “You did? You have?”

“No talking,” Ram barked. “I can’t hold back much longer. Take him in your mouth, Aziza. I want every part of you filled. I want you to know that
I’m
the one giving you this pleasure. I’m sharing you. I’m offering you everything you could want.”

She obeyed, opening her mouth over West’s thick cock, groaning at the taste of him on her tongue. Silk and salt, familiar. Right.

A masculine hand gripped her wrist, lifting one of her hands from Ram’s chest and placing it on another hard erection. The other Ram, she knew instinctively. All of them. She had all of them.

The Ram underneath her lifted his hips and set a rhythm that the other men followed. Inside her. So deep. She was inundated with sensation, her body burning, inside and out.

Again. Again. More. Yes.
Her mind could barely function as she was filled and fucked again and again. They were all calling her name. Hands caressing every inch of her. Lips and teeth and tongues tracing her skin through the flames, risking the fire to touch her. It was too much. It was everything.

“Come now, Aziza,” Ram shouted. “Come for me.”

Aziza cried out softly as she felt the climax rock her body back against the shower wall and she bent her knees, sinking until she was sitting on the tile with her legs spread. She thrust her fingers inside herself as deep as they could go, stretching out the orgasm. Making it last before she had to come back to reality.

“What the hell was that?” she gasped, her whole body quivering. She had no idea all of that was inside her.

Of course she’d had fantasies about being with Ram and Brandon at the same time, but two Rams? And West…why had he been added to the mix? And the things he’d said made it seem more like vision than a fantasy. It had been so real.

What kind of woman fantasized about a porno-like orgy with practically every man she knew, less than twenty-four hours after fighting with and turning away the sexiest werewolf in London? What kind of woman had a man like Brandon and still craved more?

A greedy one. A fickle one.

No,
a voice that wasn’t hers corrected her from inside her head.
A Fireborne. Passion strengthens your power.
Our
power.

Sounded like a convenient excuse to slut around. One she couldn’t use, no matter how shattering and fucking fantastic it had been. No matter how hard the
idea
of it had made her come.

This would be so much easier if it weren’t her own thoughts she had to fight.

You need more.

Standing up shakily, she grabbed the sponge and closed her eyes, letting the water rush over her face as if it could wash her sins away.

“What is it, Fireborne?” Te’s curious voice in the small space beside her almost made Aziza drop the sponge. “Are you still upset about last night’s argument with the Enforcer? Or did your release bring you clarity?”