I clung tightly to Holden's waist as we raced down the backroads near Lilith's house. The cool wind whipped around us, but I pushed heat through my body with my fire magic to keep myself warm. I managed to convince Holden not to force the jacket on me, which was something of a small miracle. I leaned slightly with him as he took the curves. He told me that was the best way to learn at first, and I loved every minute of the small freedom granted to me on the back of this bike.
Once I was proficient on my own, the freedom would be indescribable, but I did like how close I had to cling to him. He reached around and tapped my leg twice, our little signal that he wanted to take off even faster. I tightened my grip on his waist before tapping twice against his stomach, letting him know that I was ready. The bike roared under us, and a squeal of excitement left my lips as we shot off on the straight stretch of road. I felt Holden chuckle more than I heard it. When the road started to curve again, he slowed us back down to a reasonable speed before swerving onto a side road.
He slowed us to a stop on a dirt path. The trees kept us hidden from the main road and the canopy above us let just enough light in to make it feel like a little garden from a fairytale. He leaned the bike against the kickstand and let me off. He pulled at his helmet strap, so I did the same and yanked the thing off my head. He took it from me and set them both to the ground before sliding back in the seat and pulling me to straddle the bike backwards to face him.
"I don't think this would be a good way to ride," I joked as he gripped my ass and pulled me flush against him.
"It may not be a good way to ride the bike, but it's a great way for you to ride me," he smirked, pulling the elastic out of my hair and threading his fingers through it. Electricity burst through my veins and straight to my core at his words. I leaned close to him, our lips almost touching as his fingers slid under my shirt. I shivered at the heat his hands offered as he leaned forward to seal our lips, but I pulled back before he could. A grunt passed his lips and his gaze darkened. He dropped his mouth to my neck, tightening his grip on my waist to keep me in place. I fisted my hand in his hair and tugged him back to look me in the eyes.
"Who says I want to get fucked on a bike?" I questioned him, leaning so close our lips were almost toughing.
"Oh, doll, I can get you begging me to fuck you right here," he growled, finally catching me off guard long enough to capture my lips with his. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling myself closer to him and grinding against his hard length. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth as he palmed my breast over my shirt. He leaned me back against the gas tank, so my head was leaning against the handlebars.
Holden kissed down my body at an agonizingly slow rate, making every inch of me hot and writhe underneath him. He slowly lifted my tank top over my head, kissing the skin as he exposed it. His fingers trailed down to my waistband where he popped the button and slid down the zipper. My hips bucked up as his fingers trailed lightly over my core and a strangled whimper passed my lips. He removed his hands from me suddenly and I peered up at him. He was shaking his hands out like he was in pain, and I gave him a questioning look. "Get rid of the fire, doll," he said, showing me his reddened palms. I expelled the heat from my body in one breath and pulled him back down against my body as it turned to ice under his touch. His fingers found my panties and pushed beneath the waistband quickly, rubbing lightly against the apex of my thighs.
A moan pulled from my throat, and he removed his fingers from my skin. I growled at the loss, realizing he was messing with me on purpose. I quickly unhooked my bra and pulled my jeans and shoes off too, laying there on his bike, with nothing on but my panties. "What happened to you not wanting to fuck on my bike?"
"This is how I beg," I replied, pulling his clothed body against my naked one. The denim of his jeans rubbed against my clit in the perfect way. I reached between us to pull him free of his jeans and stroked my hand slowly up the hard length of him. I forced fire to my other hand and touched my panties. They burned off my skin in an instant. A gasp escaped Holden's lips and I pushed him backwards so I could straddle him on the bike. I ripped his shirt from his body as he pushed his pants lower on his legs.
Our eyes locked as I sank down on him without any hesitation, groaning loudly at the feeling of him filling me so completely. His fingers dug into my hips, lifting them off his lap before slamming me back down onto him. He sat up and captured my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and his teeth grazing it. I moaned at the feeling as he kissed a line across my chest to the other side and mirrored his assault. Our hips met thrust for thrust until both of us were panting. I clawed through his hair as he tilted my hips and hit a spot so deep inside me that it caused my whole body to tremble.
My climax ripped through my body, making me convulse on top of him. I felt the cool metal of the bike against my back and then he was pounding into me all over again, his hand coming to play with my clit. The release of the first orgasm was still humming through my body as a second followed, clinching around him and milking his own.
"Fuck, Holden," I said, as my chest heaved and I forced air into my lungs. He collapsed against me, his forehead pressed against my breast bone.
"I love you," he murmured against my skin. I snaked my hands into his hair and held him tight against me. "Your heart is racing," he whispered, turning his head shook his cheek rested against my chest.
"That happens after multiple orgasms," I joked, tiredness washing over my body. Wind suddenly whipped around us and sent a chill through me. Holden sat up, pulling his pants back up before handing me my clothes. I quickly redressed, minus my panties that I had burned from my skin, not the smartest move in hindsight, and was about to pull my helmet back on when Holden stopped me. He was leaning against the bike and pulled me to stand between his legs, turning me around to face away from him.
"Feel that?" he asked, though I had no clue when he meant. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what I could feel. His hands on my skin where my shirt rode up, his thighs around my body, his chest against my back, how warm he was against my icy skin, it all enveloped my senses.
"Feel what?" I breathed, my voice hitching. He was all I could feel.
"The wind," he whispered. I felt it wrap around my body and envelope us completely. It was swirling and moving with us, as if it existed only for us. "I think you can use all the elements," he whispered in my ear.
Panic began to set in, and I pulled away from his touch before I could burn him. "How?" The wind whipped harder around us, the sky darkening as the trees grew and steam coming off my skin from the cool day meeting my fire. He was right, I knew it before he said it. I had felt the wind that day that Azreal came to the house. It was violent and seemed to follow me everywhere I went. It had happened a few other times since, but I always blew it off as nothing. I knew what my presence could do to plants, and fire, well that was self-explanatory. I had never noticed anything weird going on when I was near water, but maybe that ability hadn't shown its head yet.
One thing was for sure, we couldn't do this on our own anymore. We needed to asked Lucifer for help. He was the only one who knew exactly what happened when he created the original enchantress. Even Lilith's knowledge wasn't enough anymore. "Are you okay?" The plants nearest to me grew bushier, fire burst from my palms, and the wind whipped my hair harder around my body. "Ronnie, you need to calm down," Holden said.
"When in the history of ever, has telling a girl to calm down actually worked?" I demanded of him, the fire working itself higher up my arms.
"Take a deep breath, doll. We'll get back to Lilith's house and figure this out," he assured me, taking a small step my direction. I took a larger one back, pushing the flames out of my palms the best I could.
"Stay back," I said, putting a palm out towards him to warm him off. He took my hand in his, wincing at the heat from it, but holding it still.
"Ronnie, I'm not going anywhere," he stated, attempting to keep the pain I was causing him off his face. I jerked my hand back but his stayed firmly locked around it as he pressed my palm to his chest, right over his heart. Smoke wafted over my touch and a groan fell from his lips as he burned in my fire.
"Holden," I warned through gritted teeth, knowing my control was almost nonexistent.
"I'm not letting go, Ronnie. Not until you have control back," he warned, his hands still locked around my arm. "Fight back, Ronnie."
I snapped my eyes closed and focused on directing the heat to my other hand. It moved through my body as if it were alive, and in a way, I guess it was. The heat writhed beneath my skin, obeying the one command I was clear headed enough to give and pooling in my other hand. A groan left Holden's lips as the heat retreated from my palm. His dark eyes opened and locked with mine.
"I'll burn the world down for you, doll. Anyone who touches you will learn that," he whispered. I finally ripped my hand from his grasp to see the mark left by my hand. It was dark pink and raised against his skin.
"Why did you do that?" I demanded of him, fire bursting from my palms.
"Because you needed motivation to calm down. It'll heal, don't worry," he waived me off. "Now get on the bike." He picked up my helmet and thrust it into my hands so quickly that the fire went out. He shoved his on too and motioned for me to get on the bike behind him. I took a few deep breaths, forcing the fire from my body completely and climbed on behind him.
I clung to him the whole ride back, trying to keep my emotions under control the best I could. All of this would be completely pointless if I conjured up a windstorm that blew us off the road and killed us. He eased the bike back onto Lilith's long driveway and came to a stop just off the road. Stay here, he whispered into my head as he set the bike on its kick stand. He jerked his helmet off his head and swung his leg over, walking a few steps in front of the bike.
I quickly pulled my helmet off and threw it to the grass next to me, looking around in the direction Holden was vaguely staring in. "I know you're here!" Holden yelled, tilting his head back to look up at the sky. A figure appeared through the cloud with dark gray wings beating slowly, allowing him to lower himself into view. Azreal still wore his suit pants and nice shoes, but his chest was bare, I assume to allow his wings free. His eyes were no longer the dark orbs that he had passed to his children. They were all white and glowing so bright I could have used them to see in the dark. I sat in awe, knowing that I should prepare myself for what could happen, but not exactly knowing how to even begin. "Hello, my son."