His entire body shuddered as he licked her throat, tongue following the line of her vein, and she trembled as he flicked her earlobe with the tip of it. A ripple of heat danced down her spine. He licked again, harder this time, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
“You need,” he rumbled sexily in her ear, a purr that had a devastating effect on her, had that heat he caused pooling between her thighs.
She moaned and twisted in his arms, wedging her knees in the gap between his hips and the sides of the armchair as she sat on his lap. She looped her arms around his neck and rocked forwards, trembling as the bulge in his leathers pressed against her core.
His black horns flared, the tips curling up to his cheekbones, and his ears grew pointier, and he was devastatingly sexy as he gazed up at her through hooded eyes that shone with a red-purple light.
“Kiss me.” That demand leaving his lips had another achy shiver cascading down her spine to spread heat through her.
Heck, she could get used to him ordering her around in the bedroom.
But right now, she wanted to be in charge.
“I was dreaming of you in your bed,” she whispered.
He groaned, his face twisting with it as he frowned and his nostrils flared, that shimmer of violet in his eyes growing brighter.
He lowered his hands to her backside and froze.
His focus zipped down to the apex of her thighs.
“You are naked,” he growled, eyes wide as they burned into her.
She shrugged. “I was in bed. Your bed.”
“Naked.” He swallowed hard. “Naked in my bed.”
The points of his horns reached his temples and began to curl back towards his ears.
He looked as if he wanted to scrub a hand over his face but couldn’t bring himself to remove his hands from her bare backside.
“Naked… in your bed… dreaming of you,” she murmured as she traced patterns on his chest and teased his nipples.
He shuddered beneath her, his breaths coming faster. Any moment now, her big demon’s restraint was going to crack. She could feel the need pouring through him, a desire that rolled through her too. He wanted to draw the white shirt back to reveal her. She wanted him to do it so she could see the delicious look on his face when he gazed upon her for the first time.
He looked like a man starved as it was. She couldn’t imagine what rapture would fill his face when he finally caught a glimpse of her.
On a low groan, he pulled her towards him. Her shirt rode up, but her knees hit the back of the armchair before it lifted high enough to reveal anything. He snarled and brought his hands around, chest heaving as he caressed her thighs, slowly inching towards the front of them.
“Tell me what you dreamed,” he husked, voice scraping low as he stared down at her thighs.
“I dreamed you were touching me in your bed, that you woke me by kissing your way up my bare thighs and used your horns to wedge them apart as you pleasured me with your tongue.”
His hands tensed against her. “No more.”
“But it gets better.” She rocked forwards, pressing herself against his caged erection and bringing her lips close to his. “When I broke apart, crying your name, you rose above me and filled me in one delicious, brutal thrust with this.”
She dropped her hand between them and cupped him.
He swallowed and groaned, tilted his head back into the seat as his eyes closed. “Gods, Suki. Stop.”
“Why?” She didn’t want to stop so she pouted at him when he looked at her.
She stilled her hand when concern filled his dark gaze and that unease she had sensed in him more than once came back with a vengeance.
“What’s wrong?” She raised both of her hands and stroked his horns, hoping to calm him and ease him.
He turned his cheek to her, towards the fire, and was silent for so long she thought he wasn’t going to tell her.
“I am… demons…” He swallowed hard again. “I am a passionate and dominant male.”
Not her cup of tea. Not before she had met him anyway. Now, she ached to have him taking command, even when she knew it was dangerous to surrender control to him.
He flicked a glance at her. “I fear I will scare you. I must keep these urges in check lest I frighten you away, but you do not make it easy.”
Suki laughed.
Utterly threw her head back and bellowed.
He scowled at her when tears laced her eyes, still deadly serious. It took several attempts to stop laughing so she could speak, and when she managed it, he looked thoroughly unimpressed.
Possibly angry.
She wasn’t mocking him. Not much anyway.
“I’m not some delicate female who is going to have a fainting fit or flee in terror if you let your true nature out.” She grinned from ear to ear. “You don’t see me hiding who I am, do you?”
He shook his head, looked so damned enamoured with her that she wished he would always look at her that way because it made her feel light inside, warmed and something impossible.
Loved.
She pushed away from the L word and teased his horns. “I’m strong. I can handle you. Even at your wildest, you won’t be a match for me. Whatever you deal, it will feed my nature and I’ll rise to match you, probably even surpass you in your wickedness. And besides, I can easily knock you out with a kiss if you do something I don’t like.”
His pupils dilated and the violet corona pushed out the black in his irises.
Suki lowered her hand, skimming it down his chest, grazing her fingers over the crisp trail of black hair that led down from his navel and teasing the waist of his leathers. He bucked his hips towards her on a low moan, rising to meet her fingers. She followed the lacing over his impressive bulge, devouring the way he shuddered and breathed faster, harder, that fire in his eyes flaring hotter as they silently demanded more.
She whispered, “If you’re that worried, I can give you a safe word… in case things get too intense for you. I’ll stop if you say it. How about cotton candy?”
Because it was sweet of him to worry about being too passionate for her and because it would be amusing to hear him rasping that at the height of arousal.
He smiled, a devastating and panty-melting half-grin as he rocked into her touch, rubbing against her palm. “You are the one who will need one of these safe words. Perhaps I shall gift you one.”
She played along. “What will it be?”
That seductive grin stretched wider. “More.”
She placed her hands on his arms and teased his muscles, stroking her fingers over his bulging biceps. “More isn’t a safe word. I don’t think you get how this works. How will you know if I really want more? I might say it by accident and then you’ll stop.”
And she really didn’t want that.
Not this time.
She’d had a taste of him and now she hungered for more, needed all of him.
He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, gaze hooded as he stared at her mouth, and husked, “You could scream it and I would not stop, Suki. There are no safe words for you because once we start this, I am not stopping until you fall apart in my arms. I plan to make you beg… to make you wild… and then I am going to make you come.”
She shivered, heat prickling over her skin in a blissful wave that rolled up on her, had her breathless and edging closer, unable to stop herself as a need to press against him flared inside her. His thumb continued to tease her lip, sensitising it, and a fantasy built in her mind as his eyes promised her that he meant every word.
She was sure it would be searing.
Would leave her changed.
He made it sound as if they were going to do more than kiss, despite the risks, and gods she wanted that. Her body burned with a wicked need, an unrelenting heat that only he could quench. One that was melting the sane part of her brain that chanted this was too dangerous.
He was strong, but how strong?
Powerful enough to survive sex w
ith her?
She shook at the thought, another wave of energy hitting her, lighting her up inside.
Tegan growled low and gathered her to him, his large hands grasping her bare backside as he hauled her against his chest and pressed his hips up to meet hers. She gasped and he swallowed it in a kiss.
Mastered her with it.
His lips claimed hers, tongue teasing and demanding entrance that she gave to him. She moaned as their tongues met, as his fangs scraped hers and he battled her for dominance, driving her into sweet submission whenever she tried to take control. She shuddered and moaned as heat built inside her, stoked by him as he softened the kiss until his lips barely brushed hers, had her feeling light inside again.
Just as she felt sure she would float away, he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers again, teasing her fangs in a way that sensitised them and had her trembling against him. She rocked in his arms, unable to stop herself as he took more from her, his kiss so demanding and the pressure of it so intense that she couldn’t breathe.
He pushed her right to the edge, a trickle of his energy flowing into her to drug her, to turn her mind hazy and her body compliant, hot and aching for him, and then relented, turning the kiss maddeningly soft again.
Gods, what was he doing to her?
Her head spun, body quaking as he palmed her backside and teased her with his lips, taking her higher again before he seized her mouth in another demanding kiss.
One that awoke something inside her.
Something powerful and overwhelming.
She hissed and clawed his shoulders, ploughed her fingers through his dark hair and held him to her, twisted his black housecoat into her fists and rocked against him, on fire with need and desperate to sate it. He softened the kiss again, driving her right to the edge of despair as the tightness that had been building inside her ebbed again.
As soon as her body began to relax, he seized her mouth in another fierce kiss, stroked his tongue over her fangs and pushed her higher. His right hand pressed against her back and she hissed at him again, unable to hold back her anger as he caged her, stopping her from being able to rock against him. Bastard.
She groaned and tried to kiss him deeper, forcing him to do as she wanted as the energy building inside her grew more intense, had her restless and writhing in his arms, moving as much as she could as he held her, his arms steel bands around her.
He kissed her deeper again, sending fire licking over her skin and sucking the air from her lungs like he stole it from the room whenever he looked at her.
Her head twirled faster, need spiralling higher as his kiss grew rougher, more demanding, and she realised he intended to keep that vow he had made.
Damn, she wanted him to do it.
The pleasure of his kiss, alternating hardness and softness, roughness and gentleness, was too much. She breathed harder, her heart thundering as the pressure built inside her and she could feel release rolling up on her, could almost stretch and reach it. She moaned and rubbed against him, shivered as he palmed her bottom and kissed her harder.
His tongue swept over her small fangs, one and then the other.
She cried into his mouth, the sudden force of her release as it crashed over her tearing the startled noise from her as she shook and quivered, trembled so violently she shuddered in his arms.
He tucked her close and held her as she broke apart, just as he had promised.
Suki sank against him, breathless and reeling, hot from head to toe as bliss hummed in her veins.
The books were right about shadowed males.
They had a dark power at their disposal.
She lazily lifted her head and kissed him, tasting his bliss in it, the pleasure he had taken from bringing her to release with only a kiss.
Tempting him into using his dark power on her again.
Because damn, she couldn’t get enough of him.
Wasn’t sure she ever would.
Not even if they had forever.
CHAPTER 22
Tegan was no longer falling for Suki.
He had fallen for her, and he had fallen hard.
He had never been in love with someone before, and the depth of what he felt for the female dancing in front of his fire, mesmerising him with each sway and dip of her hips as she lost herself in the rhythm of the music, was staggering.
He sat in his armchair, watching her, absorbing everything about her. The gentle curl of her lips that said she was enjoying herself. The gold sparks in her green-to-blue eyes that spoke of hunger as she shyly glanced at him. The way she moved so sensually, weaving a spell on him with each kick of her hips that caused her short crimson plaid skirt to flare upwards, flashing a hint of thigh and lace-trimmed panties. How her small black top hugged her breasts, her beaded nipples rousing wicked thoughts, a hunger to tug her to him and pull the material down so he could capture one of those tempting peaks with his lips.
Her sultry teasing smile said she knew she was affecting him. Gods, he wasn’t sure he would ever get enough of just looking at her.
His stunning little succubus.
She tossed him a smile that had his heart beating harder as she sexily sauntered towards him, hips swaying just enough to keep his gaze leaping between them and her face. She wedged her knees between his spread legs and bent over him to stroke his horns and tangle her fingers in his hair.
He wanted to kiss her, and this time he didn’t want to stop there. He needed to do more with her. He needed to taste her as he had in her dream and his, needed to be inside her. She worried that he wasn’t strong enough to handle her, but he was.
She was his fated one.
He had been made for her, so he had to be strong enough to handle her when she was lost in the throes of passion.
She leaned closer still, her striking eyes falling to his lips and stealing his breath as he ached for a kiss.
The door opened.
Ryker walked two paces into the room, stopped and stared at Suki.
Where she was bending over Tegan, her plaid skirt riding up, in danger of flashing her panties at his brother.
Tegan pushed her aside, leaped from the armchair, and was across the room in a heartbeat. He grabbed Ryker by the throat and shoved him against the wall, snarling through his fangs at him, warning him to take his eyes off Suki.
“Stop.” She skidded to a halt beside him and pushed against his shoulder, gripped his arm and tried to pull his hand away from Ryker’s throat.
Anger surged through him, turning his blood to liquid fire.
His female was defending another male?
He roared and tightened his grip on that male’s throat, a black need to squeeze the life out of him so he couldn’t steal his female raging inside him. The male choked. His female pulled on his arm, desperate words leaving her lips. He didn’t hear them over the thunderous drumming of his heart, couldn’t focus on her as that need to kill the male tightened its grip on him as he had on the male’s throat, squeezing all reason from him.
He unfurled his wings, knocking the female aside, and stretched them, using them as a barrier between her and the male.
“Tegan,” the male rasped, his eyes watering as his face reddened. His horns curled, flaring past his cheeks, and fangs flashed between his lips as he grimaced.
Satisfaction rushed through Tegan, the male’s response making his blood hum. He had wanted a fight, and it looked as if the male was going to give him one. He grinned, revealing his own fangs, and grabbed the male by his right horn.
The weaker, damaged one.
On a vicious growl, the male retaliated, bringing his head forwards so fast that Tegan didn’t have a chance to block. The male’s forehead cracked off his, sending pain splintering over Tegan’s skull, and he reared back and blinked as his vision grew hazy, darkness encroaching at the corners of it.
The male grabbed his wrist and twisted, ripping Tegan’s hand from his throat, and snarled low in the demon tongue.
“P
ull your shit together. I do not want your mate. I will be at the castle.”
Tegan swung his fist at the male.
It cut through thin air where the male had been, seconds too late as the black hole in the floorboards shrank and disappeared. Damn him.
The urge to teleport to the castle and finish the fight rushed through him, but a stronger need held him in place.
He folded his wings against his back and turned on his female.
“You defended him,” he bit out in English.
Her eyes widened before they narrowed on him and she planted her hands on her hips, showing him no fear. “You were trying to kill your own bloody brother. I wasn’t going to sit back and let you go caveman on him. Not this time. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but you need to sort your shit out.”
“What is wrong with me?” he snarled and advanced on her, and the foolish little female stood her ground. “What is wrong with me is that you drive me mad, Suki. Insane. The thought of another male looking at you… makes me want to kill them. The thought of you looking at another male… makes me want to die.”
Her expression softened and she bravely stepped towards him, lifted her hands and framed his face with them. “I know, but I don’t know what to do to stop you feeling that way.”
He did. He knew what he needed to do.
He pulled her into his arms and teleported with her as it drummed in his blood, burned in his soul.
He needed to claim her.
He rose out of the teleport in his bedroom and seized her shoulders, pressed her back into the corner post of his four-poster bed and kissed her.
Hard.
He moaned when she matched the fervour of his kiss, just as she had promised she would, growing wild in his arms as her lips clashed with his and she fought him for dominance he couldn’t give her this time. Her need pounded through him, driving him on, a hunger that hadn’t abated since he had brought her to climax this morning. His female needed more.
He would give it to her.
He would make her wicked dream a reality for her.
Tegan swept her up into his arms and laid her on the bed.
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