She hopped on the back and wrapped her arms around his waist. He nearly groaned when she pressed her chest against his back. Shit, he should have just taken her outside of the club. Cock throbbing, he took off like a bat out of hell down the road.
8
Never in his life was Thorne happier to see his elevator. He barely noticed the doorman holding the door open or the couple that passed them on their way in. As soon as the doors closed, he mentally disabled the camera, and roughly pushed her against the wall. Her arms went up around his neck. His hands greedily roamed her body, sliding down the hollow of her neck, lingering at her breasts, moving to her ribs and waist. Fuck, the elevator was taking forever. He tilted her face up and kissed her long and hard as his callused hands roamed up her narrow back. Her mouth was warm and soft against his. Damn, he was drunk with need for her, something he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
Every muscle in his body was unbearably taut, like a coiled predator ready to strike. If he didn’t get her naked and wrapped around his cock soon, he was going to explode.
She tilted her head to the side, giving him more access. Roughly he kissed the underside of her jaw down to the hollow of her shoulder. The woman arched her back into him, until her body was flush with his, her nipples straining through her top and rubbing against him.
A low moan trembled through her throat.
As soon as he heard the ding signaling his floor, he lifted her up. Her eyes flickered open. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked forward. The move pulled her short skirt up so his hands were cupping her bare ass. Too impatient to bother with the door, he willed it to open. As they got closer to his apartment door, it flung open with a bang and slammed shut behind them. That was one of the positive things about bedding a non-human; he didn’t have to hide his power. The lights came on as he walked through the rooms. The damn cat meowed and rubbed up against his leg. He nudged it away.
Once he reached the bedroom, he dropped her to the floor. “Take off your fucking clothes,” he growled.
Tilting her head to the side, a look of uncertainty playing across her beautiful face.
Thorne proceeded to take off his shirt and toss it to the side, watching her with interest. Was she going to back out?
“Hell, no! I’m not backing out.” A grin crossed her face as she tore off her shirt. “I’m just not used to giving up control.”
He could have fun with this mind reading stuff. Lay on the bed, legs spread open wide for me.
She laughed. “You’re just a little more forward than I expected. That’s all.”
He kicked his jeans to the side. “You’re not naked or on the bed.”
“I’m a little distracted,” she said as she unhooked her bra. Her breath caught. Her pale blue eyes were riveted to his torso, soaking in his six-pack abs and thick, hard cock. It was times like this that he loved being the descendant of a god.
“Like what you see?” he asked as he sat on the bed and pulled her toward him. Looking into her eyes, he slid his hand beneath her skirt and up her smooth thigh. She groaned when he palmed her. He could feel the moisture through her thong. Slowly, he ground the top of his palm on her nub. Her body arched in response, and she went up on her tiptoes.
Much better. He pulled her onto his lap, straddling him.
Lowering his head to her breast, his stubble chin scraped her delicate skin. Gods! She was so soft. He found he wanted to wreck her, ruin her for any other man.
Shifting to the side, he dropped her back on the bed and hooked his fingers on the sides of her panties, ripping them off with a tug.
Pushing her back on the bed, he straddled her. His weight caused the bed to dent beneath them. He dipped his head and caught one of her nipples between his lips. He sucked hard, and she moaned, dragging her nails down the side of his arms.
Gods, she was tiny! He hoped he didn’t hurt her.
She laughed at his errant thought.
He flicked his tongue over her nipple, making several quick passes till she was begging for more. Her legs dropped to the side as he eased his way down her body. He parted her warm folds, before driving his fingers into her supple flesh. She squirmed beneath his touch. Leaving his fingers deep inside her, he used his other hand to push back her thick folds and made a long, slow stroke with his tongue against her clit. Her breathing grew ragged, her hips moving with his hand as he continued to tongue and finger fuck her. But he wasn’t ready for her to come just yet. He wanted to drag out the pleasure.
He slowed down the pace, until she was pumping her hips and begging for release. “Not yet, baby. Not until I’m good and ready.”
Bringing a woman to the edge was a beautiful sight, one he didn’t think he’d ever get sick of. His cock twitched in anticipation, unable to hold off anymore.
“Come for me,” he said harshly before putting as much pressure as possible. He lashed his tongue across her clit as his fingers worked furiously, until he felt her begin to convulse around him. Her face was flushed, and she screamed out his name. There was something thrilling about hearing his name screamed out by a woman who looked as though she were in pain, but who he knew was experiencing incredible pleasure.
Before she had time to recover, he grabbed her thighs and threw them over the crook of his arms, driving into her. She was wet and tight. A wince crossed her pretty little face as he thrust deeper. His cock pulsed from her tight sheath.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling back and almost bringing the tip of his cock out of her. She nodded eagerly.
He drove deep inside of her. She cried out as he ground his pelvis against hers. He couldn’t help himself. Usually he would take his time, but with her, he hammered deeper and harder with each stroke.
Reaching up, she grasped the bed rails, holding on as if her life depended on it. Her head thrashed from side to side, her responsive body almost bringing him to orgasm. Shifting positions, he turned her to the side and held both of her small ankles in his left hand. Her tight little ass was lifted high in the air, begging for attention. The large palm of his hand fit perfectly across her backside. Slowly, he ran the palm of his hand in a circle. Her eyes snapped open, and he grinned. Instead of smacking her ass like she was expecting, he ran his hand back and forth across her ass as he thrust into her slowly.
Groaning, she met him thrust for thrust. Her small tits bounced around nearly making him come undone. Each time he came close to release he’d stop and change positions. He wanted to make it last. Fucking was one of the few enjoyments left in his life and he liked to savor it.
Pulling out, he grunted, “Hands and knees.”
She didn’t hesitate. Just seeing her little ass high in the air and her narrow waist begging to be grabbed caused an animalistic growl to escape his mouth.
It was starting to piss him off that he didn’t even know her name. A primitive masculine need to possess her came over him, too compelling to deny.
He grasped her silky hair in his hand and yanked her head back. “You like me fucking you?”
“Yes,” she cried out, her voice raspy.
“You want me to drive my cock into you until you can’t think straight?”
She nodded her head, whimpering.
Taking the tip of his cock, he rubbed it back and forth up the crack of her beautiful little ass. She groaned and wiggled.
He leaned down, his hot breath on her neck. “Then tell me your fucking name, and don’t lie to me.”
“Wh-what?” she tried to turn her head, but his hand was wrapped too tightly in her hair.
“Your name.” He reached down with his free hand and rolled one of her hard nipples in his fingers, his cock still nudging her without entering.
“No.” She spat out.
A warning bell went off in the back of his head, but he ignored it.
Gods, his cock was throbbing. It took all his self-control not to push her down and fuck her senseless, until he came. What the hell did it matter if he knew her name or not? She wa
s right when she said he wouldn’t remember it anyway. But there was something about this woman that bugged him. He didn’t trust her, and yet he wanted her so bad, his cock hurt with it.
Fuck it. He leaned forward and pressed her body against the bed flat so she couldn’t move and entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She gasped. He couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or pain and didn’t really give a shit either way. All he knew was he needed to come deep inside of her. The intensity of the need was overwhelming.
After a few quick thrusts, he slowed down, watching his long, hard cock slide in and out of her. It was a beautiful sight. He felt the pressure building. “Turn over.” He slapped her ass hard. “I want to see your face when I come inside of you.”
She shifted on the bed, staring up at him with a flushed face and her breath coming in short gasps. Oh, yeah, she was enjoying it just as much as he was.
“Name?”
She shook her head and dropped her knees to the side. Thorne cursed under his breath before grabbing her legs and throwing both of them over his left shoulder. This angle gave him the perfect view of both her tits and ass. He drove his cock into her slippery slit, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Arching her hips, she met him thrust for thrust. She cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling beneath his. He quickened his strokes, until he felt the release coming just at the edge of his awareness.
His body slick with sweat, he came so hard he could have sworn the walls shook.
The full weight of him collapsed on top of her, both of them struggling to settle their breathing. He could feel her heart hammering.
Realizing he was probably squashing her, he rolled over onto his back. He closed his eyes, willing his heart rate to settle. Fuck, that was amazing.
9
Once was not enough. Over the next few hours, he brought her body to pleasure so many times, he lost count by morning. He still couldn’t get her name out of her. By now it had become a game of sorts, one he was losing.
Thorne stood up, went to the bathroom and then grabbed a drink before returning to the bedroom. The tiny brunette laid sprawled across his bed. He could tell she was exhausted but unwilling to admit her body was spent. With his immortality, he could go on for days. Hell, weeks if he wanted.
Walking over to his dresser, he opened the draw and pulled out two sets of handcuffs. She wasn’t long enough to reach the bottom of the bed. His lips twitched as an idea crossed his mind, and he grabbed two silk ties as well. “Turn into the tall shapely blonde you showed me earlier.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. Obviously, she didn’t like that her current form wasn’t enough for him. Well, tough shit. His house, his rules. “Fuck you.”
“Change or leave.”
Within seconds, she had morphed into the tall blonde, and, like a good girl, her hands and legs were spread eagle waiting to be bound. Without a word, the cuffs floated through the air and simultaneously locked her limbs tightly in place. He could get used to this. Two different girls in one night with very little effort. Of course it would be better if she was able to project herself into another form at the same time for a ménage a trois. But he wasn’t about to get picky.
She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. It was strange to see the hazel eyes staring back at him, instead of the clear blue. He had to admit that he preferred the petite brunette, but it wasn’t his fault she was too short for what he had in mind.
“I hate you.” She pulled at the binds.
Thorne laughed. It was nice to hear that her voice hadn’t changed. For some reason, it really turned him on.
Watching this woman sprawled out naked on the bed, squirming, made his cock throb. Lucky for him he had patience. He wasn’t sure he’d even touch this version of her.
His resolve didn’t last too long. “No, you don’t,” he whispered as he settled himself between her thighs. “If it makes you feel any better. I prefer the smaller tits of the brunette." He used both hands to knead her much larger breasts. He felt her body relax beneath him. Women were interesting creatures.
“I’m not going to untie you until you tell me your name.”
Her body jerked beneath him, trying to toss him off of her. Laughing, his tongue swirled around her large pink nipple. “Oh, you love it, and you know it. Believe me. There are worse forms of torture.”
“Why do you want to know my name so badly?” she asked, yanking at her arm in an attempt to release herself.
He shrugged. “Because you don’t want to tell me. And I always get my way.”
“Not this time.” She stared defiantly up at him.
“Guess we'll see about that.” He disengaged himself from her body and walked back to the dresser. He looked back over his shoulder at the woman, trying to decide what would work best. Ah, yes. There was nothing a little clit stimulator couldn’t take care of. He reached into the draw and pulled out a clear plastic nub for the lack of a better word. He wasn’t really into toys himself, but over the centuries, it was always fun to find out what the latest and greatest was. Interestingly enough, there hadn’t been huge advances in this market.
“Lift your hips,” he demanded.
She obeyed, without a word, much to his surprise.
Kinky girl. He attached the belt around her waist and positioned the toy between her folds, so it rested on her most sensitive part. He flipped the stimulator on and watched her intently. She was trying hard not to react. He observed her for a few moments before he walked out the room. A ghost of a smile crossed his face as he heard her yelling, threatening to kill him, when she was untied. It was funnier, because her breathing which was as haggard as her body, betrayed her pleasure.
Taking his time, he made his way into the kitchen. He poured a glass of ice tea and made a turkey sandwich. A quick glance at the clock informed him it was after three in the morning. He should be tired, but he wasn’t.
A short time later, he strolled back into the room. The blonde’s face was a deep shade of red as she glared up at him.
“Name?”
“Fuck you! You freaking asshole!” she screamed.
Thorne threw back his head, laughing. She had spirit; he had to give her that.
She closed her eyes as he moved across the room. With one hand, he grabbed the strap that held the toy in place and ripped it off her. He tossed it behind him. It made a thunk as it hit the wall.
Her snatch was swollen and dark pink from the mulitple orgasms, a truly beautiful sight.
Easing himself between her thighs once more, he slowly ran his tongue between her folds, enjoying the way her body quivered. She tried to pull her legs together, but it was useless. And she knew it.
“Name?”
“Go to hell!”
He gave her a wicked, lazy smile, before he dipped two of his fingers into her supple flesh, while his tongue went to work devouring her. In a matter of seconds, her body convulsed in orgasm. “That wasn’t so bad was it?”
“You’re more of an ass than everyone says you are.” Her words were stilted as she tried to regain her bearings.
He watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath. Smiling, he traced the tips of his fingers up her flat stomach, until he reached her chest. He supported one breast with his hand, his thumb brushing across her erect nipples.
“You can leave at any time.”
“Yeah right.” She pulled at the restraints to make her point.
In a flash, the restraints were released. Thorne rolled over to the side, allowing her the room to leave. Instead, the woman transformed back into the brunette and climbed on top of him. “You’re lucky I can read your thoughts, or I’d have kneed you in the balls by now.”
Automatically, one of his legs turned in. “Don’t even joke about that.”
Her small hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and she guided him into her. Damn she was tight. And so fucking warm. He nearly groaned aloud when she rocked her hips forward, grinding her clit against him. Her small hands roamed up his
body and lingered over grooves in his abdomen. Painstakingly slowly, she made her way up his chest, the whole time rocking slowly. One of his hands was splayed across her lower back while his other gripped the back of her neck and pulled her down till her lips met his. She caught his lower lip between her teeth.
Okay, maybe he didn’t care what her name was. She closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to him. He could feel the shift in her energy. She rode him hard and with abandonment, until she was screaming his name out as pleasure coursed through her.
The night continued on in much the same manner. He couldn’t recall a time when he tried so hard to impress someone. They fucked all over the room, in every position imaginable, and even made good use of the shower. At some point, they must have dozed off.
When he drowsily awoke, Thorne's arm was haphazardly thrown across Laurie’s waist. He moved in closer and spooned against her. Her long auburn curls tickled his nose. His hard cock pressed against her ass. Laurie parted her legs, giving him the access he craved. Damn she felt so good. In a sleepy haze, he made love to his wife. He loved the feel of her soft body on his. Their bodies merged in such a way that they had to have been made for each other. Soul mates.
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear as he came.
“Thorne?”
His eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar voice. He rubbed his hand over his face.
Fully awake, and staring at the face of his long dead wife, rage welled up from deep inside. “What the fuck kind of game are you playing?” he demanded of the nameless woman he’d taken to bed.
“What are you talking about?” Laurie’s beautiful green eyes stared back at him, looking confused. It was like a knife through his heart being twisted. How long had he dreamt of seeing his wife again in the flesh? Just the sight caused his chest to clench.
This bitch was fucking with him.
“Who are you? Who sent you here?”
“Thorne you’re freaking me out.” The woman who resembled the love of his life sat up, covering herself with the sheet. He couldn’t stand the sound of another woman’s voice coming out of Laurie’s lips. He wanted to kill her, but it would be like killing the only person he ever really loved.
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