Al-Kenna walked toward the terminal. Her heart suddenly felt ten pounds heavier, and the act of breathing became a forced exercise. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath as she moved closer to the terminal until she felt a burst of air rush past her lips.
Was Alaric really inside the tiny airport?
She shivered at the thought.
She paused at the entrance to force a deep breath.
Then she went in.
Chapter Nineteen
“Did he touch you?” Raven demanded, advancing on her until he had her cornered. He set his hands at either side of her and glared.
The tight bands of muscle along his chest rippled as his body tensed. His wine-colored nipples darkened with his rage. Why she should notice such a thing now, when clearly Raven was in such a dangerous mood, she didn’t know, but even in his rage, Raven was something to behold.
Unbidden and unwanted, her loins stirred to life.
“Who?” She asked.
“You know who I’m talking about.”
“Azriel?”
“Did you let Azriel touch you? If he touched you...”
“You’d what? Do you even care?”
His eyes were hard on her, drinking in every inch of her body. His awareness of her sent a jolt through her. Even as she struggled to swallow down an urge to wrap her arms around him and pull him close, he stepped closer to her. “Answer me, Charity,” he said in a dangerous voice.
She should have been wary, but she wasn’t. His jealousy aroused her. “Will Figlio be offended if he did?” she demanded.
“Tread carefully, Charity. You forget what I am. I’m not a mortal man whom you can toy with.”
She studied the grim set to his face, then shook her head. “He didn’t. I would never let that happen. I don’t want Azriel…or Figlio, and you know it.”
For a moment, he studied her. His face was impassive, expressionless. She was amazed by how effectively he could shut her out.
During her time with Azriel, all she could think about was being with Raven again. Now that they were together, she didn’t want to argue with him. Steeling herself against rejection, she leaned forward and ran the tip of her finger over his chest.
He stiffened, but made no other move.
“Raven?” she said. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, let the warmth of his body soothe her. “Why are you so angry? You’re the one who wanted to pawn me off on someone else.”
Raven’s wings fluttered. A moment later, he spread his legs wide and stroked the throbbing flesh between his thighs. “Get on your knees, Charity,” he said in a voice that drove her to the edge of control.
Charity didn’t answer, but she knew Raven could hear the rustle of the afghan as she cast it off and slid onto the floor. Placing one hand on his knee for balance, she eased between his thighs and paused. She wondered if Raven could feel her eyes on him, feel her hunger and need to devour him. But she waited.
* * * *
Raven opened his eyes and returned her stare. Already, what had begun as a pleasant throb in his cock had transformed into a painful pulse of need. The constricting material of his pants felt too tight suddenly, and his desire was too intense.
“Open my pants, take my dick out, and suck it.”
He hadn’t meant to be so coarse, but he couldn’t help it. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to feel her lips on him until now. He wanted to reclaim her and show her she belonged to him and nobody else.
With an eagerness that stiffened his cock even more, Charity fell on him, clenching his zipper between fingers trembling with anticipation and nearly ripping the zipper off. She had his member free in seconds.
She gasped. “My gosh, you’re huge.”
“Don’t act as if you’ve never seen it before, Charity.”
“I know I have, but last time you weren’t quite so…quite this…”
Raven glanced down at his erection, noting that perhaps she had a point.
“What are you waiting for, Charity?”
She didn’t need any further prompting. Raven sucked in air between his teeth as Charity came at him. She slipped her arms around him, eased her trembling hands into the open flaps of his pants and kneaded the taut muscle covering his hips. She moaned, too excited to hide her anticipation, and too aroused to care for such mundane considerations as pride.
Raven watched silently as Charity lowered her face between his thighs. But instead of drawing his cock into her mouth, she set worshipful kisses along its length, breathed in the scent of it, the maleness of it, and moaned deep in the back of her throat. When Raven at last felt the slickness of her tongue brush along it, he felt the air go out of him on a long, uneven sigh. He could feel Charity smile for a moment, but then she closed her mouth over him and all thought was gone.
“Have I told you how much I love that tongue of yours?” Raven said, head thrown back as Charity released his erection to lick at the tender skin of his scrotum. One moment, she sent her tongue along the delicate skin of his erection, languidly tasting Raven; the next moment she was like a snake, darting her tongue against Raven’s balls and causing that painful pleasure to build like a fire between his legs.
Yes, this was what he needed. Pleasure administered to him in a manner of worshipful adoration that made his cock ache for release. Unfortunately, Charity was dragging this out, savoring every second until he was ready to burst. She was taking her time and he was struggling for control.
He gazed down at Charity, at the beautiful female hovering between his legs as though his cock were about to spill mother’s milk.
She must have sensed his gaze on her, because at that moment she looked up, eyes narrowed with need. Raven set a finger under her chin, forcing her head up and away from his crotch. Her chest heaved; her lips were spread in a moist O.
“Put it in your mouth,” Raven said.
“Your cock or your…?”
“My balls. Right now.”
He released her and she quickly focused all of her attention on the job at hand. She eased her hands further into his pants, cupping a cheek in each hand and squeezing as she lowered her face.
“Oh!” Raven gasped when Charity at last closed her mouth over him. Like a trained juggler, she sucked one ball into her mouth, laved it like a hungry kitten and released, only to repeat the process with the other.
Raven sucked air into his mouth, on the edge of losing control. He felt her struggle to get them both between her lips and knew despite their size, she would manage. Still, Raven didn’t think he could wait much longer. He needed to cum as he hadn’t needed to in a long time. He closed his eyes, imagined his cock filling that luscious mouth of hers. He groaned at the image of it. Felt his cock stiffen still more at the simple beauty of it. Yes, he’d wanted her, still wanted her even after he’d thought Azriel had had her.
Frustration making a heady, nearly overwhelming cocktail with his hunger, he reached forward and closed his hands over her head. He felt the soft strands of her hair beneath his fingers.
He pulled her mouth from him, felt the wash of air cool on his saturated skin as he set his cock against those perfect red lips of hers.
“Suck it,” he whispered, on the very edge of control.
He felt her pause, only for a second, then she was sheathing him. Warmth spread from the head of his cock down the entire length of him as she easily sucked him deep into the back of her throat. She sucked at him hard, her head moving slowly up and down along his length. All the while that tongue—Got help him, it was like magic—lapped at him and laved him. He groaned. Slowly, she brought her mouth down on him, and slowly she rose, driving him completely out of his mind.
“Faster,” he demanded.
In response, she slowed.
“Faster,” he repeated, his voice ragged with the effort of control.
When he felt her chuckle against him, he lost it. Far beyond any consideration of pleasure other than his own, he pulled his cock from her mouth while si
multaneously easing her backward onto the floor at his feet. In a second, he stood over her. He caught a brief glimpse of the confusion in her eyes, but determinedly pushed that aside and out of his mind. With a feral growl unlike him, he fell to his knees over her. Instinctively, she struggled, but Raven let all his weight rest on her chest, anchored by his not inconsiderable strength.
“Raven?” she asked, fear making a mockery of her voice. She reached up with one hand, but Raven quickly pinned that hand to the floor. Almost as an afterthought, he set his knee on it. He repeated the process with her other hand, effectively trapping her beneath him and between his thighs.
“Raven?”
Raven’s chest heaved as he struggled to regain control over himself. He knew he was scaring her, and that wasn’t what he wanted to do, but he was beyond control.
When he heard her open her mouth a third time to speak, he leaned forward and filled it with the throbbing length of him. With a savage need that was beginning to scare Raven as well, he rocked his hips, fucking her mouth.
He felt her relax beneath him, felt her widen her mouth in welcome.
She struggled to keep up with his pace, but managed to work him with her tongue. Her hands clenched around his knees, but she didn’t make any move to unseat him. Instead, she moaned. She seemed to be enjoying Raven’s wild abandon.
Raven saw Charity beneath him, writhing as he drove himself into her. Charity stared up at him and silently bade him to cum inside of her.
Like a wave finally breaking, the orgasm broke over him hard, making him shudder under the sheer force of it. He rocked his hips, unable to still himself as the liquid richness of him spilled from his cock and into the hungry mouth milking him. He was still struggling for control when he felt her stiffen and shudder with her own release.
After a time, he opened his eyes, rested his hands on his thighs and breathed slowly. When he spoke, his voice almost sounded normal. “Did I hurt you, Charity?” he asked.
“You can hurt me like that a million times.”
“Is that so?” Raven said, getting to his feet. He lifted her with him and set her on the floor before him. “Take off your clothes,” he practically pleaded.
“I should shower. I’m dirty from roaming around caves and—” She let loose a surprised sound when Raven lifted her off her feet and backed her into a wall.
“I don’t care,” he said.
* * * *
Charity felt her resolve falter when she felt the press of his erection against her thigh. His promise of riding her all night long echoed through her head. When he ground his hips into her, she was suddenly so desperate for him to do just as he promised, she had a difficult time thinking.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered in a hoarse voice.
“I’m sweaty.”
“Do it. Right now.” He leaned into her, covering her mouth with his and lashing the warmth of her mouth with his tongue. His kiss was hungry, possessive, and she found herself dissolving into him.
Reaching down with one arm, he hooked her thigh and brought it to rest around his waist. He didn’t have to tell her to lift the other. She did as ordered, lifting and wrapping her legs tight about him. The sheer robe she wore fell open as she moved.
Her arousal washed over her with the force of a tidal wave. “What if someone hears?” she asked.
“I don’t care.”
With one arm, he held her while he fumbled with his pants. The sound of leather slipping over his skin as he shoved his pants low on his hips filled the room. He pressed his weight into her, pinning her against the wall so she could scarcely move.
The corners of his lips drew down into a frown as he studied her. “Did you let him touch you?” he repeated through clenched teeth.
She thanked the stars above she hadn’t. Who knew what Raven would have done had she told him she’d allowed Azriel to have sex with her? “No,” she said a little breathlessly. “I told you, I would never let him.”
Raven stared. His mouth was open, but he made no effort to speak. Instead, he grabbed her about the waist and positioned her to his liking. The moment she felt the press of his erection at her opening, she moaned. She needed this, was so hungry for this, she would go mad if she had to wait a second longer.
Snaking her arms around his neck, she pulled closer to him. “Now, Raven. I need you so badly.”
“Did you want him?”
This wasn’t a question so easily answered. She fought to clear her mind of all thought.
She should have known trying to clear her thoughts was as much of an admission as admitting outright she had lusted after Azriel.
“You’re mine, Charity,” he said, pure steel in his voice.
He gave his hips a gentle thrust so she could feel the head of his erection ease into her. She sighed and tried to work her hips against him. He held her firmly, though.
“Say it,” he ordered in a stern voice. “I want to hear you say it. Say, ‘Raven, I belong to you.’”
She swallowed hard before she spoke. “Raven, I belong to you.”
“That’s my girl.” He gave her a lascivious grin and impaled her.
The ecstasy hit her like a shock wave. Her loins came alive and pleasure radiated out to every part of her body. Her stomach quivered from the intensity of it and she had all she could do to keep her ankles locked about him. She threw her head back and groaned.
“You like that?” he asked.
She sighed.
Raven tightened his hold on her waist to steady her. His lips were on her neck; she felt his tongue as he licked a trail from the hollow of her throat to her ear lobe. And when he began to move inside her, she thought she’d crumble into a thousand pieces.
He thrust into her hard, then pulled nearly out. Thrust, then eased back. Every time he sank deep, she rent his shoulders with her nails and cried out. It had been too long since they’d been joined. This is what she’d been waiting for, what she had needed. Had their first time felt this good? Had anything in her entire life ever felt so good?
“Fuck Azriel,” he said in a sneer as he pulled back and thrust again. “Fuck Figlio,” he said again on another thrust. “You’re mine.”
The pleasure was too much. She didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. Could only raise her face to his and press her lips against his again. Her body quickened at the contact. His tongue was hungry, seeking out hers and plunging as fiercely as he pumped his hips.
The leather of his pants chafed, and the wall at her back felt rough against her nearly bare skin, but no amount of discomfort could offset the sheer pleasure of having Raven inside her again.
His thrusts were hard and fast, his need as great as her own. His hips jerked into her like a piston, the pleasure setting her insides on fire. “Tell me how much you love it, Charity. Tell me how much you love being fucked by me.”
Too soon, she felt her orgasm building, felt the pleasure escalating until she was sure she’d crack into a million fragments if she didn’t have release.
Raven cupped her backside and forced himself in deeper.
“Ooo.”
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he ordered, slowing his thrusts. “Tell me what you want.” When she couldn’t speak, he demanded, “Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“No. Say, ‘Fuck me hard, Raven.’”
“Oh, God!”
“Say it,” he said as he drove himself into her.
“Ooo. Fuck me hard, Raven.”
He thrust harder. “That’s it. Say it again.”
“Fuck me hard, Raven.”
He drew back and plunged into her deep and fast. The pleasure had her throwing her head to and fro, moaning. His hips smacked into hers and she cried out.
“Again,” he demanded.
“Fuck me hard, Raven!” she screamed. “Fuck me hard, Raven. Fuck me hard, Raven.”
He’d become a wild man. He growled against her lips and moved with such force, she felt every thrust in her b
elly.
All at once, ecstasy exploded inside of her and the orgasm that had been hovering washed over her, making her scream her release into his waiting mouth. He swallowed her screams, still thrusting.
He drove himself deep into her core and froze, a groan spilling from his lips. When his own orgasm hit him, she felt his legs tremble beneath them.
His movements slowed, though his breathing remained frantic.
After a few moments, he glanced down at her and grinned. “I needed that.”
Chapter Twenty
Alaric sat in one of the hard metal chairs positioned inside of what he supposed were the airline gates. Even through his thick suede pants, he could feel the chill of metal. Since it was a private airport, he had expected a bit more. Upon his arrival, he’d not had time to sit, but now, as he waited for his plane to be refueled and readied for flight, he had no choice but to sit and wait.
Sighing, Alaric let his head rest against the wall.
He should be pleased he’d managed to finagle a few Damon-free days out of this. It seemed eons since he’d been alone and he savored the time. He could finally think without having his thoughts interrupted by somebody asking him a question. And this mission would require a lot of thought. He’d decided first he’d go to Figlio’s house and, assuming he was there, try to persuade Figlio to return to the compound with him. Good old anti-social Figlio.
“Is that your plane?”
Alaric jerked up and stared. Then, like one of those old Warner Brother’s cartoon characters, he closed his eyes, gave them a rub, then opened them. Seeing the figure was still there, he gave his head a shake.
But she was still there, staring down at him with a large red duffle bag thrown over her shoulder.
She was lovely. A mass of curls fell over her shoulders and down her back like lush waves. She had on athletic sneakers and a long black trench coat that really did little to hide the fact she was heavily armed. Alaric’s eyes were too experienced to miss such a thing.
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