The flames licked down Jacob’s thighs, searing through fabric until his pants fell away in ashes. His c**k sprang free, thick and flushed, already leaking for me.
I smirked, curling my fingers into a fist—and watched as flames coiled around his length, a living, molten grip.
Jacob’s head slammed back against the couch, a guttural snarl tearing from his throat as my fire stroked him. His muscles locked, his abs flexing, his hips jerking helplessly into the heat.
"f**k—Astrid—"
Seth groaned beside him, still catching his breath, his blue eyes dark as he watched. "Goddess, firecracker... that’s cruel, your fire doesn't feel the same, ya know?"
I licked the remnants of Seth’s release from my lips, never breaking eye contact with Jacob. "I know, it's part of me, but it isn't quite the same
