Don't Tempt the Phoenix

by CJ England

  “Perhaps I should check closer.” Milcham’s voice had deepened and when she looked up at him, her breath caught at the hungry look in his eyes.

  “Maybe…you should,” she heard herself say.

  Milcham fought with himself. He knew he shouldn’t touch her, but the feel and the scent of her soft body in his arms tempted him beyond caring. With a little growl, he bent his head and covered her lips with his own.

  Heat. Fiery, soul-searing heat was the first thing his mind screamed, before it blanked out completely. He forgot to think…he could only feel. His lips burned as they caressed hers. When her mouth opened, he groaned and his tongue licked in between her soft lips, gently touching the bruise soothingly, before moving away. He tasted her, his body tightening even more at her flavor. All woman, dark and wonderful, yet with a taste of innocence that made her even more desirable to him.

  He pulled her against him, molding her soft body to his. He could feel her breasts through her thin silk blouse, their pointed tips, erect and hard. Smoothing his hand down her back, he pressed his throbbing cock against her hip, wishing he could slide it deep into her warmth.

  Aithne was tossed into a fiery storm of desire. A simple kiss that had turned incendiary, making her whole body feel like it was licked in flame. No virgin she, but her times with a man were few and far between and it had been several years since she’d even made the effort. The toys in Don’t Spank the Vamp had been her only lovers.

  But this…this feeling of total heat and passion roaring through her like a river of fire? This, she had never before experienced. He parted her mouth and dove in, careful of her injury, yet still forceful and possessive. He kissed her as if he knew exactly how and what she liked, and she had to admit…he was right.

  He tasted like candy…caramel apples and peanut brittle. Sweet and slightly smoky, she knew she would never forget his taste. When he groaned, she reached up and clutched his messy hair, tangling her fingers in it and pressing even closer.

  His arms pulled her hard against him and she could feel his heated erection pulsing against her thigh. Her whole body melted, surrendering against him, like a moth drawn to a hot flame.

  He felt her yield. Felt the softness of her body and his eyes flared with the need to mate with her. To thrust inside her until they were both flying into the sun. He started to lay her down in the soft grass, when a loud groan made them both freeze.

  Instantly, they broke apart, both remembering at the same time, the three men that lay close by.

  Milcham stared at her. Her beautiful face was flushed and her lips were wet from his kisses. His body ached to touch her again, but the thought he’d nearly taken her while others lay close by, cooled his ardor dramatically.

  “We should go back to the carnival,” he said. Anger at himself and embarrassment at what he’d done made his voice sharper than intended. As passion died away, his memory of who this woman was returned. He had been tempted and it infuriated him.

  Aithne heard the emotion in his voice and her cheeks reddened. He regretted. It was plain on his face. Her anger rose as well. He wasn’t the only one who was embarrassed. Right now she could almost kiss the guy who groaned and prevented her from making a huge mistake. She didn’t even like Milcham Phoenix. It must have been his gentleness that threw her. God knows he wasn’t really like that all the time. The memory of the Tarot card she’d chosen flitted through her mind, but she ignored it.

  She lifted her chin and looked down her nose at him. A great feat since she was still sitting in his lap. “I think we should both forget this ever happened!” she said freezingly, pleased to see his eyes narrow in anger. “A heat of the moment thing, neither of us really wanted. You stay away from me, Mr. Phoenix, and I’ll stay away from you!”

  “Gladly,” he bit out, angered anew at her dismissal. It burned through him like an icy pain. “But since I’ve had my tongue down your throat…I think you might as well call me…Milcham.”

  Her faced flamed, but when she spoke her words were frosty. “Since I hope never to speak to you again, I don’t see the need to call you anything!” With that, she rose to her feet in a swift, graceful motion and stepping over the nearest body…walked away from him.

  He swore. She was so fucking stubborn. So completely irritating. He raced after her to walk by her side. He may not like her, but he’d be damned if he’d let anyone hurt her again.

  —

  High above in the trees, a shadowy figure moved. It spread black leathery wings and flew high away into the air, chortling evilly. The human woman and The Phoenix had almost copulated in the grass. It rubbed gnarled hands together. Soon, they would fall to the temptation and The Phoenix would be distracted by this woman completely. Then not only would he stop looking for his twin-flame, if they were right, this woman could be used to deceive The Phoenix into thinking she was the one he could take into the fire of renewal. The plan was going splendidly. The Master would be very pleased.

  —

  Aithne tossed and turned on her narrow bed. Damn that man for making her feel so…needy. She plumped the pillow and lay down again. Ever since she’d stomped back into her tent, she’d been unable to settle down. Her body still throbbed from his touch and just the thought of how he tasted made her go immediately wet. With a curse she sat up in bed and wrapped her arms around her legs.

  “This is insane,” she said aloud. “I don’t even like the guy!”

  Her mind went to how he felt as he’d pressed against her, his large cock throbbing between her legs and she moaned. “Not helping.”

  Restlessly, she tossed back the covers and got out of bed. Her tent was divided in half. The main larger part in front where she did readings and the back part set up as a simple living space, with a narrow cot, and a small area to cook in. She usually didn’t use the hot plate. She had her reasons for being too nervous about fire. Aidan was vulnerable to it, and she….she’d gotten into the habit of avoiding it, due to her own past. The thought of setting her tent on fire, made her shiver.

  She walked over to the shelf and poured herself a glass of water from the pitcher she left there at night. She drank it down thirstily, but it didn’t help put out the fire that burned inside of her. Sighing, she turned to the cheap full length mirror that was set against the side of the tent.

  Gazing at her silk covered form, Aithne wondered briefly what Phoenix …Milcham saw when he looked at her. Her hands lifted of their own accord and smoothed over her breasts. They were plump and high, and--she shivered as her thumb grazed a pointed nipple--very sensitive.

  Her lips parted as she did it again. Fire shot through her stomach and she closed her eyes, imagining it was her amber eyed savior who was touching her. Slowly, she caressed herself, gently squeezing and rubbing until her distended nipples could easily be seen through the pale silk of her nightgown.

  Biting her lip at the pleasure that coursed through her, Aithne pinched and plucked at them, until her whole breasts were aching for more.

  Suddenly, the feel of her gown was intolerable, and with a quick tug, she had it over her head, where it was tossed to the ground uncaringly. Now, completely naked, she watched herself in the mirror, pretending again it was Milcham who touched her. The very thought made her moan out loud.

  —

  Milcham paced around outside his small trailer. He was restless and still angry with what had happened earlier. His cock gave a quick throb in memory and gritting his teeth, he adjusted himself.

  During the walk back, they both ignored each other completely. He’d left Aithne at her tent, and then headed to his own trailer to do paperwork. But that didn’t last long. He was too unsettled to do any real thinking. He shook his head. He couldn’t get her out of his mind and it was driving him crazy.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out the single strand of bells he’d found in the meadow grass. Their sweet music filled the night air. Aithne must have lost them in the struggle, but for some reason, he kept them, needing to have a
piece of her with him.

  Rubbing them between his fingers, he thought of her and how she’d made him feel. His cock jumped again and he gave a little growl of irritation. Enough was enough! He turned to go inside, but at that moment a moan rent the night air. He whirled around, recognizing immediately it was Aithne. But she was nowhere to be seen.

  He stared into the darkness, clutching tightly to the tinkling bracelet he held, not understanding what was happening. Suddenly, a picture formed in his mind, so fast…so vivid, it made him stumble and grab onto the side of the trailer. He blinked, but the image didn’t go away. He realized he was having a vision, brought on by the simple touching of her jewelry.

  Another moan sounded and his body tightened. It wasn’t a moan of pain or fear…but one of desire. His focus sharpened and then his mouth gaped open. In total shock, he realized he was hearing Aithne, as she stood naked in front of a mirror…touching herself.

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  She kept her eyes half closed as her fingers gently caressed her breast. Her hardened nipples begged to be touched and she moaned again as she took them between two fingers and squeezed. Electricity shot through her, making goosebumps appear on her body. Again, she thought of Milcham touching her this way and her breath shortened.

  She remembered the taste of his kiss and moaned again. One of her hands moved slowly down her body, covering her silky mound. Gently, she separated the tender folds and touched the swollen bud that was already pulsing with desire.

  Her knees almost buckled at the sensation that shot through her. Heat filled her with just a single touch of her hand. She continued to squeeze her nipples, as her other hand massaged her clit with sensitive fingers.

  Milcham’s face filled her mind and her whole body tightened. She bit her lip as she pictured his strong fingers teasing her folds. When she thought of his callused finger pushing into her heated quim, her head fell back and she shuddered.

  —

  Milcham groaned. His body heated in a second at the delicious picture he saw before him. Aithne was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her long shapely legs smoothed up into slender, yet womanly hips, a tiny waist and breasts that would fit perfectly into a man’s hands.

  He’d felt her against him in the forest, but now he saw reality right in front of him. She was perfect in his eyes. His cock stiffened until it hurt and he had to adjust himself again. The feel of his own hand almost put him over the top, right then and there.

  He almost went to his knees when he saw her hand move down to between her legs. Her passion-filled moan filled his mind as she began stimulating herself by rubbing her clit. He wasn’t even aware he’d undone his jeans until the cool air washed over his naked cock. His teeth clenched as he tried to control himself. What was he doing? What was she making him do?

  —

  Her fingers moved faster and faster over her slippery folds. Her passion rose until she could barely breathe. She pictured Milcham standing naked behind her, sucking and kissing her neck, his big cock throbbing against her. One large hand plucked at her nipples while the other massaged between her legs. His big finger slowly penetrated and she cried out at the sensation. Slowly he moved in and out of her heated quim and she leaned back and rocked her pelvis against him.

  Her eyes opened and she stared at herself in the mirror. Her breath came quickly and she shuddered again. Suddenly, she wanted more than her finger inside her. She’d felt Milcham against her in the field, she knew how big he was. If she was going to imagine him making love to her, she was going to do it the right way.

  She stumbled back to her narrow bed, fumbling in the small side table nearby. She smiled as she pulled out a small black case. In it was one of Don’t Spank the Vamps most popular toys.

  Aithne let out another soft moan as she lifted her favorite dildo out of the box. Silicone Dreams was the only thing that had been between her legs in a very long time. She leaned back on the bed and began stroking it over her stomach and thighs, pretending it was Milcham’s cock. Closing her eyes, she covered her breast with one hand and started again to tease and tickle her swollen nipples.

  Her desire began to grow again as she plucked at her hardened tips. Gently, she slipped the dildo between her legs and carefully parted her nether lips. Her stomach clenched in need as the soft silicone flesh rubbed against her sensitive clitoris. In and out she went, her hips rocking against the dildo, as her desire crested higher and higher.

  When she couldn’t bear waiting any more, she slowly eased the flesh colored cock into her tight channel. She moaned and flicked on the vibrator.

  —

  He was dying. In all his long, immortal life, he’d never felt closer to death then he did right now. Watching Aithne pleasure herself was so painfully erotic, he didn’t know how much more he could take before he just keeled over from the pleasure.

  He watched as she twisted and tweaked her nipples, panting from her own pleasure. He groaned again, when her finger disappeared from view, deep within her own body. Unconsciously, he started moving his hand up and down his own swollen cock in the same rhythm as Aithne was using. His hips began to pump slowly.

  When she suddenly stopped and opened her eyes, all his breath left his body. Her eyes were dark and dreamy, her face flushed. When she turned and walked to the bed, he groaned. Surely, she couldn’t be done.

  His mouth dried up when she removed the fake cock from the nightstand. As she began to touch herself with the flesh colored dildo, his whole body tightened again.

  He knew the second she slid it inside of her needy body. Her head tipped back and she bit her lip against screaming. When she jumped, he knew it was vibrating.

  Milcham clenched his teeth. It took everything he had, not to race to her tent and pull that vibrator from her body. He wanted to be the one inside of her, squeezed by her sweet flesh as she exploded around him. The thought almost sent him over the edge.

  Her legs drew up, giving him a clear view of her glistening flesh. The dildo began to move in and out, her hips moving along with the vibrating toy. He began to pump his own cock as well, following the same rhythm as she was using. Her body took on a sheen of perspiration, and her moans became louder. Hearing her was just as much a turn on as seeing her was. He knew he should stop. He should try to end the vision, but he was frozen, tied to the picture she made as she brought herself to fulfillment.

  —

  She was so close. Her heart was racing, and her finger moved frantically over her nipples plucking and rolling them till they were swollen with need. Her body rocked against the vibrator, bringing her closer and closer. She pictured Milcham, his hard body above hers as he plunged deep inside of her. His cock thrust in and out of her, their flesh slapping together in rhythm with her own movements.

  Suddenly, it was too much. Her fantasy took her to the edge and when she pushed the dildo against her pulsating clit, she came apart, crying out her climax as she plunged the machine deep inside her quim.

  —

  Milcham stroked himself as he watched Aithne get closer and closer. He was so close to coming himself, his balls were drawn tight against his body and were burning with heat. He was panting as if he had run for miles. When her eyes flew open and she cried out, he lost control, pumping his throbbing cock until his own orgasm raced through him and he exploded. He bit back his own shout of release, as jets of silvery semen dotted the side of the trailer and the ground. He came with such force he became light headed.

  Leaning his head back, he drew in great breaths of air. When he had more control, he refocused on the vision. Aithne lay sprawled on her bed, the dildo lying beside her. She was still breathing heavily, but she had a look of relief and contentment on her face.

  Milcham stuffed his wet cock back in his jeans, completely confused and suddenly embarrassed. Never before had he behaved in such a manner, and he didn’t know why this woman affected him so. He was attracted to her…yes…he understood that part, but to stand in the dark and do what he just did? That
was beyond his ken.

  Was Aithne a witch come to tempt and destroy him? Or could she be something much, much more. Unable to find an answer that made sense, he stood in the dark until the vision faded away. Then he turned and made his way back inside his lonely trailer.

  Chapter Four

  Aithne pushed back her hair and put the last of her things in her suitcase. Closing it, she looked around the now empty tent. Her bed, small kitchen and table were already in the small trailer she shared with several other carnie folk. Once she stowed this away, she could begin to take down her tent.

  Hefting the suitcase, she walked outside to the six by eight, wooden trailer. She stowed her suitcase in the appropriate place and then looked around her.

  The carnival was gone. In its place were skeleton’s of the games and rides that just yesterday, were bustling with life and activity. The tear down was almost complete. A couple more hours and they would be on their way to the next town and it would start all over again.

  She sighed. She didn’t mind the traveling, but she didn’t like having to set up and tear down her tent each time. She gazed over at the large trailer that belonged to Milcham. One of these days, she was going to get one just like that. She had the money. Aidan and she had plenty in the bank. She’d just been putting it off because, at first she wasn’t sure she was going to stay, and then she’d gotten too busy. But now, after a month, she was tired of the constant upheaval. The next big city they got to, she’d see about purchasing a little home on wheels, for her own.

  She frowned as she stared at the curtains of his trailer. She hadn’t spoken a word to Milcham since their time in the woods, three days ago. After their passionate kiss, the ensuing argument and her heated fantasy about him, she’d taken to turning around and walking the other way whenever she saw him. There was no way she wanted to be anywhere close to him, if a simple kiss could turn her on so much, she dreamed of him every night.