Page 73 of Remnants
I lift my face slowly. Every movement right now makes me scream in my head with pain.
Aiden kneels in front of me so I don’t have to keep craning my head back. He places a hand over the towel. “There’s no need to look at that.” His words sound like a distant echo. His dark chocolate gaze searches mine, looking for something. Then, his fingertips barely graze my face before they flinch away. His frown deepens when he studies his hand.
“Is her gift still active?” Kellan inquires from somewhere close, but I’m too tired, too immobilized by the ache and overwhelming heat to seek him out.
“No.” Jack. He squats next to Aiden, his hand hovering close to my face without touching it. Cool air brushes along heated skin.
Yes!
Instinct drives me into his hand without thinking, desperate for that coolness to save me from burning alive from the inside.
“Jack!” Aiden looks concerned, though I’m not sure why. Jack’s face pinches slightly, but he doesn’t move away from me. The coolness keeps flowing, spreading down my neck and arms. I close my eyes and exhale, leaning more heavily into his hand as the rest of my body caves, and I collapse into him.
Kellan curses. “Shit, Jack. Your hand.”
My stomach dips as I’m lifted from the ground.
So hot.
The cool breeze rolls down my body in waves. It’s wonderful over my exposed skin, but it barely touches the feverish temperature beneath.
“She needs an ice bath,” Jackson rumbles against my ear.
Other voices pick up around us, but I can’t make them out. I can feel Jack’s muscles tense, his hold on me tightening.
“We need to get her out of here,” Kellan growls.
“I’ll handle it,” Aiden says after a pause. “Anyone who has a problem will answer to me or leave the Guild.”
“It’s not them. It’s the fighters from the Pits,” Jack murmurs.
“I’ll get them to knock that shit off, then.”
“Worry about them later. Jack, bring her to my room, and Kell, help me get ice from the kitchen.”
We start moving, but all I can focus on is the air he’s feeding me and clinging to that feeling like a lifeline. My face and head feel like they’re going to implode from the temperature, and I wouldn’t besurprised if steam passed through my lips in the short pants I’m managing.
Something cold presses against my backside, bringing me back to semi-consciousness before I’m laid on my back, and the chill of whatever I’m on elicits a pleasurable shiver. The air pets and strokes my skin from head to toe, sweeping over me. It takes the edge off but still doesn’t reach the molten levels within.
I reach for it, desperate for relief in my head and face more than anything. My hand closes over something and drags it to my face, gasping when the coolness is concentrated on my temple and cheek. Without me having to do anything, the other side is given the same treatment.
“Take what you need, little one.”
I slip in and out of consciousness, unsure if I’m awake or if I’ve slipped away into a fever dream. The sound of rushing water echoes around me, and then cold water drips over my scorched skin.
A groan slips from my throat, the feeling so good that my back arches, and the water slides down my side like chilled tears. There’s a sharp intake of air above me before more water is painted across my skin, followed by a swift breeze. It feels so good. Sofuckinggood that I writhe in my desperate hunt for more, my breaths coming in needy pants.
Something wet circles my nipple, winding it to a pert point, and then air chills it in place.
“Aahhnngghh!” I cry, my hips jerking as the next one is drawn into a warm mouth, teased and tugged and shooting a livewire of need to my cunt. My nipple is released and cooled before a tonguedrags down my sternum, more water flicking over my flesh. My skin eats it up. Sucks the coolness from the water and air still dancing across my body and lets it sink a little deeper.
The tongue circles my belly button, and then water fills it, leaking down my sides in cold trails.
“More,” I beg, though I don’t know what exactly I’m asking for. More cold. More pleasure.
Air, like invisible hands, strokes my forehead and face. Tickles down my neck and every curve of my body. Cooling me. Teasing me. It blows at the heat between my thighs, offering me minor relief in more ways than one.
Slick fingers glide up my center, so wet and slippery that my body jerks when they touch my clit. I gasp and moan at once. Everything feels so good, happening all at once, that I don’t know what’s better.
