by Cassi Carver
A second later, he crushed his lips against hers and lifted her ass in his hands until her feet dangled above the mattress.
He tasted as good as she remembered—too good to continue feasting on and still maintain her resolve. The force of his kiss muddied her mind, but she had enough sense to pull back. “Please don’t make this harder—”
He silenced her by thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and nothing had ever tasted as sweet. She felt him moving, walking on his knees with her held to him, chest to chest.
He pressed her up against the pillows stacked along the headboard and trailed his hand up her arm until he captured her wrist. Before she knew what was happening, one wrist was bound to the headboard. She yanked on the other, but Jaxon was so much stronger than her, it was useless. He hauled her other wrist above her head and tied it down.
Electricity shot from her nipples to her core when she tested the knots and found he’d secured her tightly. These were no symbolic restraints. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m showing you that you’re wrong about us. I can love you and stay by your side—and still give you the ride of your life. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll have no doubt.”
Chapter Eight
Her pussy flooded with moisture. It had been so, so long since she’d truly had a man, and there was no one she could trust with her body like Jaxon.
“You have the same needs you’ve always had, but you’re scared of letting go,” he said.
Since the attack, the idea of being bound and dominated wasn’t quite as simple. “I used to get off on those kinds of games, but it’s not the same anymore.”
“You don’t have to be frightened of me. I would never hurt you…unless you ask me to…” The wicked gleam in his eyes showed a side of Jaxon she’d never seen before.
Slipping off the edge of the mattress, he came to his feet on the floor and stripped off his boxers. He was totally nude, and Abbey went wide-eyed staring at his package. Kara had told her Demiáre men were big, but she’d never seen how big until tonight. “Holy…”
He was magnificent standing naked beside the bed, tall and lean in the waist, with abs faceted like ripples of sand in the desert. His sturdy thighs and the outline of his tight ass told her he could take her so hard, she would have to beg for mercy. “Oh…mercy,” she whispered.
He crawled over her, and she swallowed when she looked into his face and read his expression. Fierce. Raw. Need.
“Lace took me when I was barely nineteen years old and dominated me for one hundred and thirty-three years. She did things to me that a human wouldn’t survive. I learned to tolerate these things—I had to, to survive life in a harem. But hear these words—” he waited until her eyes found his lips, “—I will never be brought so low again. I am worthy of having my own woman, someone who can take everything I have to give—my body and my love—and give that back in return. And I want her to be you.”
His tongue trailed along the underside of her breast, and Abbey shivered. “I think you’ve confused my past, Abigail, with my being soft.” He took her breast in his hand and squeezed until she yelped. “There is nothing soft about the way I want to possess you. I want to take you every way a woman can be taken. I want to liquefy your bones, little witch, until you are a puddle at my feet.”
Shit. This couldn’t be Jaxon. Jaxon couldn’t be snarling like a savage and making her wet between her legs. Jaxon was kind and compassionate. He made pancakes in the morning with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles, for fuck’s sake!
“Untie me. This isn’t funny.”
He rose above her and met her eyes. “You want me to untie you?”
“Uhmm…” Say yes, Abbey. Save your friendship. Save your heart. Just say yes. “Mmm… You probably should.”
He laughed, looking victorious. “Of course.” He cupped his hand around hers as if he was going to untie her restraint, but then he dragged his fingers down her arm to the curve of her breast. He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Come for me, Abigail, and I will untie you. You have my word.”
She writhed against the bed. The sensitive nub between her legs was on fire. She would have rubbed out the ache herself if she could have reached. When his hand skimmed over her stomach and continued lower, her heart almost went into fibrillations.
“Do you know what it’s been like to lie next to you every night, scenting your fragrant pussy and not being able to taste it? It’s been fucking hell. And I think it’s time for payback.”
She watched as his brown hair brushed her pale thighs. With her feet flat on the bed, her hips rose to meet him when he slid his tongue into the groove of her sex. Between her juices and his mouth, she was instantly wet. She felt every stroke of him over her swollen clit. She moaned and stretched her head back against the pillow.
After a minute of absolute bliss, he poised over her and slowly lowered his lips to hers. “Taste,” he said, and he kissed her. “This is what I’ve been denied for too long. I won’t go without it any longer. Do you understand me?”
“Jaxon…if we do this, there won’t be any going back to the way it was.”
“I won’t accept going back.”
He kissed her once more then returned to his spot between her legs, plunging his tongue inside her and then sweeping from her perineum to her clit. She moaned again. Her body was desperate for him.
But when the pressure of his tongue suddenly stopped, she tilted her head off the pillow to look at him. “Hmm?” she murmured.
He ran a heavy hand down her thigh, lifted her knee to the side and slapped her ass with an open hand. Her eyes flashed open. It was more a play slap than anything else, but the small bite of pain made her clit swell and throb.
“You like that,” he growled. “My sweet little dove likes it rough.”
Her breath rushing through her parted lips, she narrowed her eyes in challenge. “Maybe I do. But I’m not convinced it’s your style. You can’t live with a man for six months and not notice something like that.”
Jaxon laughed as though she’d said something funny. “You still can’t comprehend what the duty of a harem-mate is, can you? It’s to find what his lady likes and make her come over and over until she’s so deliriously satisfied she can barely remember her name. You want to know my style? It’s whatever it takes to please you. The only difference this time is that I have an agenda of my own.”
Abbey bit down to keep from crying out when he thrust one long finger inside her. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”
“I want you to be mine. And you’re not going to find your release until you agree.”
She sucked in a breath when his thumb stroked across her sensitive nub. “You know how I feel about it. How do you plan to manage that?”
“By reading you like a book and giving you what you need. The way your pupils dilate, the shift of your hips, even the scent of your arousal, tell me everything you refuse to say. So go ahead and tuck your chin, dove, and peer at me through your lashes. You don’t have to feel guilty for wanting me. I don’t plan on giving you a choice.”
He kissed her then, long and hard. With his lips on her face, he pushed a second finger into her wet heat and buried them to the knuckles. He didn’t move, just held her impaled on his rigid hand.
After a moment, she squirmed closer, but every time she thrust against his fingers, he moved them just out of reach. She moaned in frustration and bucked harder. “Touch me.”
“Say it, then. Tell me you’re mine.”
“You know I’m not going anywhere.”
He ground his knuckles up into her and she swallowed. The pressure was too much against her sensitive clit, but she didn’t want him to stop.
“That’s not good enough. I want to own you, little witch. I want you to spend your days with my seed coating your womb. I want your skin to be raw from my touch. I want you to be mine.”
She couldn’t hold back any longer. He knew her better than she did herself. Not only was she
totally safe with him, but he knew her. Not just her history and her heart, but her deepest desires. She was no match for him. She pulled against the ropes and ground against his hand. “Then make me yours.”
Smiling wickedly, he slipped his hand from between her legs and parted her thighs. When she glanced down, she saw him on his knees, rubbing his hand along his shaft. It was magnificent. Thick, full and long.
Never looking away from her eyes, he found her opening with his thumb and massaged it wider in gentle circles that built in intensity until she felt the burn. Her clit was throbbing, as if reaching for his touch. His thumb was slick with her fluid and it soothed the rough feel of his fingers as he stretched her.
“Are you sure…it works…with a witch?” she panted, drowning in such powerful desire that even her own words sounded like they were coming from under the ocean.
He pressed his thick crown against her opening. “I’m going to make it work.”
She felt a frisson of fear at his words. He wouldn’t really hurt her, would he? This was Jaxon. The man who held her and rocked her to sleep at night. So why didn’t he look like Jaxon as he poised above her, his eyes almost daring her to object as he slowly began forcing the head of his cock into her opening.
“Oh…” she cried, feeling so wonderfully full, Jaxon’s cock pressing against her channel from all sides. It was so tight, she could feel every throbbing artery under his skin. “Oh, shit. You’re so big.”
“Spread your legs wider. You can do better than that.”
She stretched her feet out to either side of the mattress, baring herself completely. Jaxon had seen her at her worst. He’d cared for her after the attack and washed her wounds. They were so close, she felt like he was a part of her. Why then did it feel so deliciously wrong to spread herself out before him and offer him her pussy? The possessive look in his eyes and his passion-swollen lips were enough to make her whimper.
With his calves folded under him, he wedged tighter against her. To keep his long shaft from entering too far, he wrapped his hand around the base and drove in until the knuckle of his thumb hit her clit. “There are advantages to a silver-wing taking a witch, you know. I get to stroke you while I fuck you.”
She could only moan in agreement as he began a rhythm, plunging his cock deep inside her until his fist rammed her clit, then pulling out again. She coated him with her moisture, so wet for him that she barely noticed the gentle burn of him stretching and filling her. If she’d thought they were physically incompatible, she’d never been more wrong.
Jaxon had seen everything in more than a century as a sex slave, so he could say with certainty that there was nothing more erotic than the sight of Abbey spread wide for him, little wisps of red hair sticking to her damp forehead. Her eyes were shut tight as she centered on her impending climax.
He knew she was close. She’d spent the last several minutes begging for release. But he wasn’t going to let her come until he was good and ready. He could watch her beautiful pussy swallowing up his shaft for the rest of his days. He was committing to memory every sound she made, every shudder and gasp, every image of her crimson thatch of hair poised above her opening as it stretched to accommodate his girth.
“Please…” she said again, tugging at the ropes around her wrists.
“Let me come inside you.”
“Yes…”
He grasped her cheeks in his hands and forced her to meet his eyes. “Look at me, Abbey. If I have you like this, you’re mine. I won’t let you get away.”
She moaned something in response, too out of her mind to do anything but agree to his pronouncement. He hoped she understood that he meant every word. He had never in his life had his own female. And Abbey was the one woman he wanted in his bed for all time—the only woman he’d ever loved at such a deep level that he felt safe giving every part of himself and demanding every part of her in return.
A witch and a silver-wing could never be bond mates, but what they had was even more amazing—they had choice.
They’d come together of their own free will and found their perfect partner. No tricks of biology or destiny, simply the merging of two hearts and bodies that were so perfectly matched, they made a new whole that was better than what they could ever be apart.
Jaxon swallowed, the building pressure of his desire almost too much to endure. “Abigail Sellers, I claim you as my woman. From this moment forward, mine to keep and cherish.”
She arched her back and ground more firmly into him. He rode her harder, his sensitive flesh feeling like it might burst if he didn’t release himself into her in the next few breaths.
“Let me go. I want to touch you.”
“I’ll let you go when I please.” He leaned forward, whispering close to her ear as he continued to pump his hips, “And this pleases me so very much.”
“Mmmm…” She moaned and licked her lips. “Please finish it. Just a little more.” She clenched her ass and strained toward him, trying for that last elusive stroke of friction that would bring her over the edge.
He laughed and with both hands, held her hips to the mattress. He was sure he was torturing himself more than her. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than your lips when you beg. I wonder if they’ll look even prettier around my cock?”
But he wouldn’t find out just yet. When she parted her heavy lids and whispered, “Please,” he broke. Forgetting his own game, he gave a hard tug on each tether and freed her hands. Instantly, her fingers flew to his back, nails biting into his flesh as she clawed him and tilted her pelvis higher.
He fisted himself again and covered her body with his until they were chest to chest, her nipples searing his skin as he began pumping in earnest. This time there was no holding back. As the pressure of his pleasure built to shattering proportions, he heard the first guttural cry tear from her throat—a short moan, almost a surprised sound, quickly followed by louder groans on the heels of every panted breath.
Feeling her tight sheath clench around him and her rush of breath hit his ear, Jaxon lost it. Not able to hold back any longer, he growled his release loudly enough to rattle the pictures on the walls. He was more beast than man as he branded her womb with hot spurts of passion.
At last…Abbey was his.
It took forever for Abbey to catch her breath. She’d never had such an intense orgasm in all her life—and she was an expert on orgasms.
As he softened within her, Jaxon wrapped both burly arms around Abbey’s shoulders and rolled her on top of him. She rested her head on his chest as he kissed her damp hair and ran his fingers soothingly over her wrists. She felt more raw and vulnerable with him than any one-night stand. He’d seen everything now, experienced every part of her. How could their friendship ever be the same?
Her cheeks warmed. “That was just…wow.”
He laughed. “I’ve learned a few things over the years that might impress even a connoisseur such as yourself. I’ll admit though, it’s a different experience sharing it one-on-one with the woman I love.”
She nuzzled into him, glad he couldn’t see the flush of her skin. “I thought at first, when we kissed on the couch, that you might just be trying to make me feel better about my…body.” Why was it still so hard to mention the wound when they’d lived with it every day for months? “You know…that you couldn’t really be attracted to me.”
“I would still have wanted you even if my blood hadn’t healed you. I thank the heavens you’re all right, but it never affected your beauty in my eyes. Do you believe that?”
She smiled, her cheek bunching on his firm pec. “I’m convinced. I think our time in the hallway earlier did the trick.”
When he lifted his head to stare into her eyes, his smile was purely wicked. “Are you sure you don’t need more convincing?”
She chuckled and ran a hand down his arm. “Hmm… Maybe. You sure make a lot of claims when you’re in the heat of the moment. What was that thing about me coming until I can’t remember my name
?”
He growled and flipped her to her stomach, pinning her to the mattress under two hundred pounds of pure muscle as his hand delved into the cleft of her ass. “Not just claims, dove. You’ve insulted my manhood—and now you’re going to pay.”
And pay she did, between small pockets of sleep and large doses of ecstasy all throughout the night. Until the only name she could remember was the one she kept repeating…Jaxon.
Chapter Nine
The first thing Abbey did when she woke to the sun in her eyes was feel her stomach. It was amazing to run her hand over the taut, unmarred plane after six months of oozing cuts and bulky bandages. The second thing she did was feel the bed for Jaxon and find him missing.
She let out a deep breath and stretched her arms and legs. She was so sore, she wasn’t sure she would even be able to get out of bed today. But it was a good sore—an I-had-my-universe-rocked sore. Damn Jaxon and his Demiáre blood, he probably wouldn’t even need an ibuprofen to recover.
She’d been having great sex for years, so she was embarrassed to admit that he’d done things to her that she hadn’t even imagined. He hadn’t taken her the same way twice. He was an absolute sex god, and he was all hers if she wanted him. And how could she not want him?
“It’s not that easy,” she mumbled to herself as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, then let out a pained groan. She was going to have to start stretching and putting protein bars by the bed if she and Jaxon made a regular thing of this.
Ah, crap. She pressed her face into her hands and then rubbed her fingers over her cheeks and brows. What was she thinking? Yes, she’d had sex with him, and yes, she still loved him after the orgasms had faded, but he was a different species—an immortal species! And she wasn’t.
Not even the greatest sex of her life could change that fact. Her body was as fragile and temporal as her parents’ had been. She glanced around the room at the elegant but foreign surroundings. Even the first cabin had outlived them.