The Forsaken Saga Complete Box Set (Books 1-4)

by Sophia Sharp

  He pauses to look at me. “I’m right, aren’t I?” he asks in a whisper

  I swallow and nod. Slightly.

  “That was the first thing about you, Paige, that made me stop and think. As I lay alone in bed later that night, my thoughts kept turning to you. To your beautiful face. To your vibrant laugh. To your silky hair, your amazing scent, the taste of your lips. I was consumed by my need for you.

  “It scared me. Chasing girls had always been about sex. Before. But now, for some reason, I find myself drawn to you. On a deeper level. My thoughts drifted to you at the slightest provocation. I’ve thought about specific girls before, yes, but those thoughts have always been about figuring out the fastest way to get them to bed.

  “You wanted honesty? This is it. Things were different with you. I wanted to know what made you tick. What made you who you are. What made you react to me the way you do.”

  I’m held spellbound by his words. This is fascinating. I never thought I could provoke a reaction this strong in a man. From what? What did I do?

  Nothing.

  I was just being myself.

  It’s insane.

  “When you agreed to our date in the cafeteria,” Spencer keeps going, “you made me the happiest I’ve ever felt. It was crazy. My mood has never depended on a female before. I spent two full evenings working on that stupid little bracelet for you. Remember? I wanted to surprise you.”

  “It was a surprise,” I say. “It’s beautiful. I only tried to give it back because I was scared of what it meant. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” Spencer tells me. “You kept it, and besides, you’re here now.”

  “I interrupted your story. Keep going. What happened next?”

  Spencer smiles. “You said ‘no,’ but then you changed your mind. I was thrilled you did. Things didn’t exactly go according to plan.” He chuckles. “But I felt you and I got even closer because of what happened to Kate. And she’s fine now, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise.”

  I smile through a blush at the memory. “I bet you liked that morning, too.”

  “I did. But not your reaction. Finding you out cold and bleeding on the floor was like getting a knife through the heart. Getting you to the hospital, not knowing if I would make it in time… it was the most difficult thing I’ve ever gone through.”

  “I’m sorry for putting you through that,” I whisper.

  “I know,” Spencer nods. “But what you said after, what you said when you woke up… that was the final nail in the coffin for me. You were unlike anyone I’ve ever met. And I felt this need, this overwhelming desire, to protect you from all the harm in the world. That was the moment you stole my heart.”

  “I did?” I breathe.

  “Yes.” Spencer cups my chin and presses his forehead to mine. “You did. I’ve never had what I have with you with another girl, Paige. I feel like I can be myself. I’m not ashamed to show you who I really am.”

  I never expected such heartfelt words. They banish any uncertainty I have left.

  “You stole my heart last night,” I murmur. “When you sang. I felt like it was just me and you in that room. Nobody else existed.”

  Spencer threads his fingers through my hair. “I felt that way, too,” he says. “Paige.” He looks at me. “I want to protect you. I want to be yours. Yours alone. You are worth more to me than all the other women in this world. You’re the only one who sees me for who I am. And—” he pauses, “—you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to reveal that side of myself to.”

  I can’t stop myself. I throw my arms around him and kiss him hard.

  And finally, mercifully, he kisses me back with just as much fervor.

  Now I know why he waited. He wanted to make sure I understood his feelings for me.

  Well, I do now. My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull him into me. His hands go under the hem of my shirt. I break away from our kiss for just a moment to let him undress me. My breasts are heavy and tender, begging for his touch. He shimmies his own shirt off, and I fall into him, the heat of our bare skin touching sending waves of arousal through me.

  In one quick motion, Spencer flips us over. I’m on my back on the bed. My hands fly over the hard muscles of his shoulders, his lats. He feels so good to touch. Masculine and strong and virile. His tongue clashes with mine in my mouth.

  Damn, the man knows how to kiss.

  My chest is heaving and I can feel the flush on my skin when Spencer lifts away. His eyes are aflame with hunger as they devour my body. Seeing that expression, and knowing that it comes not from a place of pure lust, but from somewhere deeper and more meaningful than that, has my skin tingling in anticipation.

  “You’re not stopping, are you?” My voice trembles with need.

  Spencer answers by dipping his head and kiss me again. “Fuck no,” he rumbles in my ear. His teeth nip my earlobe. “I just wanted a good look at you, first.”

  I close my eyes and moan as he starts working his way down my neck. The sound of pleasure is foreign to my ears. Sex has always seemed off-limits.

  I know this isn’t going to be just sex. This will be making love. This is me surrendering my body to a man who knows what to do with it. To a man who respects me, cares about me… and is maybe even starting to fall in love with me.

  Spencer’s tongue trails a path down my neck and stops at my breasts. I arch up, unable to wait any longer, and unclasp my bra. He pulls it off and tosses it to the side.

  The awe I see in his eyes as he looks at my naked, turned-on body makes me feel like a goddess.

  For all my screwed up personality traits, I’ve never been ashamed of my body. I never felt any particular affection for it, either. It was just something I had, like a pair of shoes or an old hat.

  But now, feeling Spencer’s eyes on me, a great surge of the sexuality I’ve kept tucked away roars to life. I feel like a woman should in the arms of a man: desired, sensual, and revered.

  “You are more beautiful than I could have imagined,” Spencer breathes. His fingers leave a light trail as they move from my shoulders down my arms. “You don’t know how much I’ve fantasized about this moment.”

  I squeak as he darts forward for another heated kiss. I can feel his erection against my leg. I am just as turned on as he is. The slow build up now is more than I can stand.

  “Why do you get all the fun?” I rasp in his ear. “I want my turn, too.” I tilt my head to the empty space between us. “Lie back.”

  Spencer lifts his leg off me. “What are you doing…?” he begins, but cuts off when I start to kiss him and run my hands down his body. I steal his move and detach my lips to start raining hot kisses down his neck, over his chest, and right through the sexy midline of his abs.

  My mouth reaches his belly button. I close my eyes and rub my cheek against his skin, breathing in deep and savoring the moment foreplay transitions into sex.

  “Paige…” Spencer breathes.

  I flip my hair back and give him my sultriest look. “Shh,” I whisper. My fingers hook through the hem of his cotton pants. “I want this.”

  In a slow motion, I pull Spencer’s remaining clothes, boxers and all, down his legs. His cock springs free, thick and pulsing with blood.

  I smile and lick my lips. I’ve fantasized about this moment, too, ever since that morning in his room.

  I feel particularly naughty. So, I decide to drag this out. To make him wait. I continue the leisurely pull of his sweats down his legs. He watches me, his head propped up against the pillows. His breathing is deep yet guarded. His pupils look absolutely enormous in the light.

  When he’s fully naked, I sit on my heels and unbutton the clasp to my jeans. I don’t break eye contact. He starts to rise to help. I click my tongue.

  “Nuh-uh,” I warn. “You’re not allowed to touch. Just watch.”

  Spencer collapses back with an enormous exhale. “You’re driving me crazy, kitten.”

  I shimmy my jeans down. All I have le
ft on are my baby blue boy shorts. “I know,” I say, offering a devilish smile. The thrill of kindling this type of reaction in him is intoxicating. I’ve never felt such power before.

  In fact, I never knew I was capable of it.

  I crawl on all fours to Spencer’s legs. The air between our bodies feels hot and full of electricity. I lean down to make sure my breasts brush against his thighs as I advance. He groans as I settle my head just below his cock.

  “Paige, you don’t have to—”

  “I want to,” I tell him. I bring my tongue out and lick along his base. Spencer shudders and drops his head back.

  I take that as a good sign. I was afraid I might do something wrong because of my lack of experience. But, as long as I stop thinking and surrender to the moment, I think I’ll be okay.

  I try swirling my tongue over the tip. Spencer gives another sound of pleasure, and then brings his head up. He looks down at me, brushing the hair from my face.

  I tilt my head to one side and move my mouth down the length of Spencer’s cock.

  “Kitten, that feels so good,” he moans, his voice hoarse and low.

  I smile to myself and back up to do the same to the other side. His penis is hard and so very big. I don’t know how much of it I can fit in my mouth. But I want to take him in. I want to hear his groans. And if I do something wrong, so be it. I want to experience the full extent of power I have over this amazing man.

  My fingers curl around him and I open my mouth and start to suck. My head falls in motion with my fist. Up and down, up and down. The wet noises I’m making fill the room. The heavy sound of Spencer’s groans excites me. I know I’m doing something right.

  I bob up and down, breaking away once in a while to pay special attention to his balls. When my hair falls into my eyes for the second time, breaking the visual connection with Spencer, he uses his hands to hold it back over my head. It doesn’t take long for him to start guiding my motions. I let him.

  Blood pools in my core as he drives into my mouth. Every heartbeat sends a pulse of scorching need through me. I need relief. Instinctively, my free hand slides along my body and dips past my panties. I’m swollen and wet; I’ve never been more aroused.

  Spencer notices. “Hell no,” he growls. “Only I get to do that.”

  In one quick motion he flips us over. I land on my back with a thud. My chest is heaving. My breasts feel extraordinarily heavy.

  Spencer bends to suck on one, while using his hand to knead and press the other. I moan and shudder.

  He does not stay long. His fingers hook into the sides of my panties.

  I give a sudden gasp of panic. Spencer takes such good care of his body. He’s trimmed and tidy. The last time I shaved was over a month ago. Waxing has never been part of my repertoire. It’s not like I had any great need.

  “Wait!” I gulp as he starts to pull.

  Spencer freezes. His eyes zero in on me. “What’s wrong?”

  I look away, flush with embarrassment. Way to ruin the mood, Paige. “I… I’m not shaved,” I mumble.

  Spencer frowns slightly. “What?”

  “I’m not shaved!” I say, louder. Kill me now.

  “I heard you,” Spencer says. “Is that all?”

  “Well… yes.” This is also the first time I’m really going through with this to the end.

  He chuckles and shakes his head. “You think I care?” Before I can stop him, he rips the panties down my legs. “Wow,” he breathes. “So pretty and pink.” He spreads my lips. The feel of his fingers right there is heavenly. “You know how I’m going to prove to you that I don’t care?”

  I don’t have time to answer as Spencer dips his head and licks up my folds. An overwhelming wave of pleasure—no, euphoria—consumes me. It crawls ups my spine from his touch, ebbing to every extremity. I give a breathless moan.

  Spencer grins up at me. “You like that?” he asks. Again, he doesn’t give me a chance to answer. He tongue resumes its journey along my most sensitive parts.

  I melt beneath him as Spencer works his magic. He’s so damn good. He brings his fingers into the mix, rubbing my clit and sending slow pulses of ecstasy through me.

  One finger slips inside. I gasp. It’s quickly joined by a second. My core clenches against the welcome intrusion.

  It doesn’t take long for my body to be consumed by the utter bliss that is Spencer. A rising, unfamiliar tension builds inside of me. It’s almost like a spring getting wound tighter and tighter, until it has no choice but to unleash its latent energy.

  Spencer lifts his head. “You’re close.”

  I give a muffled sob in reply and clutch his hair, trying to force him back down.

  He doesn’t budge. It’s like trying to move a rock.

  “Paige,” Spencer says. “The first time you come with me… I want to be inside you.”

  My chest tightens and I suddenly feel short on breath. This is it. There won’t be any interruptions this time.

  This is my chance to banish my dysfunctional perspective of sex once and for all.

  Spencer notices the change and he moderates his voice. “I’ll go slow,” he promises. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “Okay,” I whisper. I reach for his hand. “I trust you.”

  He smiles. “You’re unbelievable,” he says. “In the best way.”

  He hops off the bed and runs to the desk, opening a drawer. I hear the rip of plastic. When he turns back, he’s rolling a condom over his erection.

  He returns to me, gently easing himself on the bed. His body hovers over mine. The thinnest slice of air separates our skin.

  He leans down to kiss me. The head of his cock brushes against my belly.

  My insides clench in a mixture of apprehension and need. I want to be intimate with Spencer. But I’m afraid.

  I’m afraid he’s going to hurt me, I’m afraid he’ll recognize my inexperience, I’m afraid I won’t be up to par.

  I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint him.

  Spencer lifts away from the soft kiss and cups my face. “You tell me if something’s wrong,” he whispers.

  I nod.

  Using one hand, he guides his penis between my legs. I feel the tip brush against my entrance. My heart is racing. He glides it up and down, acclimating me to his touch.

  “Ready?” he asks. His voice is gentle.

  I take a deep breath. “Yes,” I whisper.

  Spencer pushes in. The air leaves my lungs in a rush.

  He stops right away. His eyes are cloudy and intense. “Are you all right?”

  I try to let my body relax. “Mm-hmm.”

  Spencer leans down and seals his mouth over mine. As we kiss, his hips move forward until he’s all the way in.

  It hurts. I won’t deny that. But somewhere past the pain is a distant trove of pleasure. I can feel it, ever-so-faint, like the first creeping rays of the sun giving light to a new day.

  He lowers his head so his cheek is flush against mine. He pulls his hips back slowly, then pushes in again. This time, the pain is a tiny bit less. He starts rocking into me, over and over, slow and gentle.

  Spencer locks eyes with me as he moves. He’s still holding back, searching my face for the first sign of distress so he can stop in time.

  I’m not going to let him find it. Each sharp thrust makes me gasp, but I’m not going to ruin this for him. I’m not going to ruin this for me. Some more of the pain starts to subside, and I feel the tiniest threads of pleasure.

  I trust that this will get better the more I experience it. Maybe not this time, but the intimacy building between me and Spencer is worth the discomfort.

  He whispers sweet nothings in my ear as he brings my arms over my head. Our hands are linked together, our foreheads touching. The pressure within me that retreated for a minute is trying to return. I don’t think it will make it. But the sweat covering Spencer’s body, and the guttural sounds he emits tells me he’s close to the edge.

  Spencer shoots i
nto me with a wordless growl. I cling to his shoulders, never reaching my own release, but determined to let him extract every last bit of pleasure from his.

  When it’s done, he collapses next to me. I listen as his breaths slow by my ear.

  We’re both spent and exhausted. The glazed look in Spencer’s eyes tells me he’s oh-so-satisfied.

  I didn’t get there with him this time. But I will, I think, in the future.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  My phone rings but I’m too busy to answer. I only find the time to look at it when the sky starts darkening outside.

  I fish it out of the pile of clothes on the floor and look at the screen.

  “Who is it?” Spencer asks in a husky voice from the bed.

  “Katy.” I stumble back on shaky legs and collapse beside him. “Probably just returning my call.” I scroll through the messages she’s sent me. There are nine, in order of increasing urgency, each inquiring about my whereabouts. The last one is accented not only by all-caps but also by six or seven rows of exclamation marks.

  Spencer chuckles when he sees. “I think I’ve kept you here for too long,” he notes.

  I arch my neck back and kiss him. “I think it was just right,” I reply smugly.

  And it really was. Sex with Spencer was like nothing I could believe. It was magical. He knew when to push and when to hold back. He knew how to do things that drove me absolutely crazy. Once I opened up to him, I experienced the sort of carnal pleasure that is reserved for only the deepest fantasies.

  And that little blip of fear at the start? It never came again. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that Spencer rid me of all the dysfunctional learning of my upbringing, but he truly made me live in the present. For the last few hours, bliss and happiness as I never imagined have been mine.

  “We should go out tonight,” Spencer suggests. “Just you, me, and Kate. Give her a farewell dinner of sorts.”

  Before today, it might have bothered me to be reminded of Spencer and Katy’s history. It doesn’t anymore. I feel content with what I have.