“Yeah, I know. But can you trust me?” An answering determination sparkled in her eyes and she bucked, trying to break free of his hold. The harder she fought, the tighter he held her, the brighter the shine in her eyes became.
An amused delight pumped his blood faster. “So you want to play rough, huh?”
She gritted her teeth and bucked, trying to throw him from her, a grin spreading over her beautiful face. At the sight of her sweating and fighting against him, the power of the animal within him rose, threatening his tenuous hold. Fangs grew and he battled to keep from shifting. “Damn, woman, you’re strong.”
“Not sure you can handle me? Come on, Devlin. Show me what you’ve got.”
He renewed his hold on her and, using his other hand, guided his shaft between her folds, just far enough to torment her. “Do you want me, Tala?”
She giggled. “Do you want me, Devlin?”
They laughed together this time and he knew he’d met his match in more than one way. His lips came down on hers and he tasted the muskiness of his pre-come. His abdomen tightened with the taste and the smell, and the wolf inside roared his need. Holding himself, he moved his cock against her clit, working it around her, over her.
She tensed, the passion showing on her face.
“Scream for me, Tala.”
“No.” She panted the word, adding evidence to what he already knew. The corners of her mouth tipped upward, beckoning him to kiss them. “Make—” pant, “—me.”
He dragged his tongue over those taunting lips, nibbling and sucking. He rubbed his dick against her, harder, enjoying the wetness spreading between her legs and onto him. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Pushing her legs farther apart with his own, he moved onto his knees and braced against her. Her face lit up with anticipation. God, how he loved her expressions. He lifted her legs, positioned his dick and slammed into her. She grunted from the impact and wrapped her legs around him.
“Oh, damn, Devlin. Fuck me.” Wild eyes met his, demanding more from him.
He found her nipple and sucked, matching his sucks to the pounding he gave her, his hips lunging faster with each thrust. She arched to meet him, urging him to take her, possess her. Her pussy enclosed him, wrapping her hot wetness around him, tightening every time he drove into her, releasing when he slid back out.
She’s so tight. So wet. She feels so good, so hot, so…mine. He closed his eyes, fighting against the inevitable, trying to make the sweet ecstasy last.
At least until he won the challenge. “Scream my name, Tala. Scream it so everyone will hear you.”
She squirmed, trying to break free of his hand holding hers. Soft mews of lust murmured from her, thrilling him more than he could have imagined.
“Scream my name.”
Just as he was sure he couldn’t hold on much longer, he heard her whisper. “Devlin.”
He opened his eyes and almost lost his grip on what little control he had left. The look of desire, want, need…of love…in her eyes stirred him to the core. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. “Louder. Don’t just say my name. Shout it like you mean it.”
She panted, gasping with each lunge as they rocked together on the bed. “Devlin.” She said it louder, with meaning.
“More.” He let go of her arms and parted her folds to pinch her clit. She jerked, another orgasm racking her body. “Scream.”
Throwing her head back, she flattened her hands on his chest. “Devlin!”
He rammed into her stronger than ever before and she cried out at the force of his thrust. They scooted to the headboard, bumping her head against the wood. But she didn’t complain.
He bent over her and took a breast in his hand, still inside her, never wanting to leave her. “God, that’s a beautiful sound. Do it again, Tala.”
“Devlin!” She screamed his name louder, longer, digging her nails into his back, fixing his body to hers. “Devlin!”
The exhilaration flowing through him found its way to his heart and he couldn’t resist any longer. His physical control was no match for the emotions bursting inside him. At last he climaxed with a howl ripping from his throat. Fighting the animal within him no longer, he lowered his head, opened his jaws and sank his fangs into her shoulder.
“Ow! Shit!”
The strength she’d shown earlier was nothing in comparison to the strength she now used to toss him off her. Scrambling from the bed, she stumbled backwards until she struck the dresser. She sank to the floor and leaned her throbbing shoulder against the solid oak. “Ow! Damn it all to hell and back. You bit me!”
Devlin rose up on one elbow, blinked at her as if trying to focus, and swung off the bed. “Tala, let me explain.” His amber eyes slowly gained more brown.
Tala gripped her shoulder, blood oozing onto her hand. “Are you nuts? What do you think you are? Some kind of animal? You bit me!” She grabbed an old T-shirt from the dresser and stuck it on top of the wound.
“You said that twice already.”
She scowled at him, his remark stoking the volcano threatening to erupt from within her. If he thinks I’m angry now…
He winced. “I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve prepared—”
“Get away from me.” She attempted to calm the mix of pain, shock and—God help her—lust trying to overwhelm her brain, but couldn’t. “Why the hell did you bite me?” Does it really matter? She gave it a moment’s thought. Yeah, the why does matter.
“I didn’t mean to. I just got carried away in the moment.” Pushing his hair away from his remorseful face, he beseeched her. “Tala, please, listen to me.”
He inched nearer until she stuck out a hand to stop him. “Please listen? What next? ‘Please let me go for the jugular this time?’ Would you like me to lie still while you finish the job?” Keeping her eyes glued on him, she grasped the furniture and hauled herself to her feet. I can’t believe it. This guy bit me! Gritting at the pain, she snatched up her robe in the process, and headed for the bathroom.
Devlin started to follow her. “Oh, no you don’t. You stay where you are. Or get the hell out. But don’t you dare follow me.” She thrust her finger at him in a threatening jab and stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Tala fell against the door and tried to catch both her breath and her sanity. What the hell just happened? One minute I’m getting laid and laid good. Okay, laid great. And in the next, I’ve got teeth in me. Had their rough play gotten out of hand? She crossed over to the sink to stare into the small oval mirror above the basin and frowned at her white complexion. Sure, I’ve had rough sex before and even a little biting, but this is wild. Too wild. With two fingers, she gently removed the robe and blood-reddened shirt to examine the injured area. Two major holes flanked a row of smaller indentations with similar marks in another semi-circle below. Looks like an animal bit me.
Reaching for a washcloth, she wet the soft cotton under the faucet and gingerly dabbed at the gashes. The sting shot down her shoulder and into her arm. I will not cry. I will not cry.
“Tala? Are you all right? Do you need my help?”
Is he kidding? “Never mind. I’ll take care of myself.”
Tala continued cleaning the area until the bleeding finally slowed down. She fumbled through her medicine cabinet, located the rubbing alcohol and poured some onto the cloth. Inhaling a long one, she held her breath and placed the alcohol-soaked material on her shoulder. A quick yelp escaped her before she could stop it.
“Tala, please. Let me help you.”
She ignored Devlin’s knock on the door as well as his words. Tears came to her eyes, and she stuffed the bathrobe’s collar into her mouth to stifle her cry. Gripping her robe with all her strength, she waited for the pain to lessen.
“Tala, are you all right? Answer me or I’m going to break down the door.”
Oh no, he didn’t! She’d thought she was angry before. But the fury boiling over in her now put her previous ire to shame. How dare he thre
aten me! First, he tears up my car, then he bites me like some caveman—or more like a sabertooth tiger—and now he has the nerve to threaten to break down my door?
“Devlin, back off or I’m going to bite your balls off.” Crap, would he think that sounds as sexy as I do? Her mind was on kinky sex when she’d just been bitten. Was she as crazy as he was? She threw the blood-soaked cloth to the floor, grabbed the bandages from the medicine cabinet and plastered on a quick bandage.
“I’m worried about you, babe.”
A red stain spread across the bandage. Enough was enough. She’d put herself in danger with this stranger long enough. Determined, she swung open the door.
She registered Devlin’s surprised expression as she charged at him, relishing the fact that he moved as fast as he could to get away from her. He’d gotten dressed in the meantime, and his shirt flew open in his attempt to get out of her way. But she kept at him, punching her finger into the middle of his solid chest.
“I told you to back off and I meant what I said. And don’t call me babe. I’m no one’s babe. Especially not yours.”
Her destiny rests in their hands…
Very Much Alive
© 2009 Dana Marie Bell
True Destiny, Book 1
Kiran Tate and Logan Saeter have been on the run from Oliver Grimm for so long they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be free. Ending Grimm’s power games won’t be easy, but this time they have an ace in the hole. PI Jordan Grey, Guardian Investigation’s resident hot shot—and Grimm’s step-granddaughter.
Jordan Grey has her doubts when Logan and Kir show up in her office with a tall tale of how her step-grandfather has framed them for murder. And to top it all off, they’re claiming that they’re really the ancient Norse gods Loki and Baldur, and that Grimm is Odin!
When the two lovers see the sexy detective for the first time, stopping Grimm suddenly takes a back seat to seducing her into their arms. But Grimm never rests, and when his anger spills over onto Jordan, it sets them all on a collision course with a destiny that will rock their world…
Warning: This book contains explicit sex, graphic language, some violence, and hot male/male/female action. In fact, it could be considered a religious experience.
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Kir closed the door behind himself and Logan after having seen Jordan onto the elevator. He sighed and closed his eyes tightly, completely mortified.
Fuck. Logan saw my reaction to Jordan.
The knowing gleam in his lover’s eyes did not bode well for the coming conversation.
So it was with some surprise he felt Logan gently push his hand into his hair, pulling Kir’s mouth to his own. The kiss was a languid stroking of tongues, not the usual kiss Logan gave. Logan usually preferred hot, heavy kisses, full of passion and the promise of sex. This one was the kind of kiss Kir preferred. Soft, sweet, and full of the love they both felt.
“I love you, you know that, right?”
Kir focused on Logan’s face. “No more than I love you.”
“We need to talk.”
Kir closed his eyes again, not wanting to see the pain in Logan’s.
“Hey.”
He sighed and moved past Logan’s body and into the living room. Dejected, he sat on the sofa, his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what? The fact that you’re attracted to Jordan?”
Kir groaned.
“Kir.” He looked up, surprised to see the understanding on Logan’s face. “Me, too.”
He felt a surprising flash of jealousy at that, but wasn’t sure if it was for Logan or Jordan. Not good…or very good? “You want her, too?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. She’s a hell of a woman.”
Kir found himself nodding his agreement. “She took everything we threw at her in stride.”
“If I was her I would have kicked our asses out of my office, gone and had a few drinks, then convinced myself it never happened right after I called to have the carpet replaced.”
“So what do we do about it?”
They stared into each other’s faces, reading the promises they’d long ago made to each other and the new, sudden want they both felt. No matter how startlingly strong, there was no way Kir would act on it if it meant losing Logan.
Logan was his everything.
Kir reached out first, cupping Logan’s cheek. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Logan.”
“Ditto.” Logan’s face was flushed with pleasure, that demonic grin of his once again gracing his features.
“So, what do we do?”
He watched Logan slouch down onto the floor at his feet, resting his head against Kir’s knees with a contented sigh. “The way I see it, we have two options.”
“Those are?” Kir’s heart rate picked up. He began absently stroking that fiery hair, wondering if Logan was thinking what he was thinking.
“Option one: we walk away from her once this is all over.”
No!
The instant denial raced through his body, causing him to jump. What the fuck? He never had that reaction to losing anyone or anything…other than Logan.
It didn’t help that Logan started to chuckle. “Thought so.”
“Option two?”
His heart was in his throat right up until Logan looked up at him with a leer. “Don’t you just love the French?”
Kir blinked. “Huh?”
“They come up with words for the most amazing concepts.”
“Like?” Kir drawled. He was pretty sure now he knew where Logan was going, but he wanted confirmation before he said anything.
“Ménage a trois. It has such a sexy ring to it, doesn’t it?”
“Permanent ménage?” The words had left his mouth before he even realized the significance of what he was saying. Something about Jordan just…felt right.
Logan’s expression turned serious. “I’m not sure yet.” He shook his head, smirking. “But tell me you aren’t already a little in love with her, and I’ll call you a liar. I mean, damn. She’s got a smart mouth, hot body, bodacious ass, and she’s clever as all hell. And she wants both of us.”
Kir opened his mouth to say the words and found them stuck in his throat. “Damn.”
“Ditto.”
“How the hell did that happen?”
“I don’t know, but it did.” Logan was frowning again, this time in confusion. “It’s like we’ve found something we didn’t even know was missing. But if you asked, I would walk away from this. You know that.” For the first time, Kir saw Logan’s uncertainty peek through, reminding him of the broken man Loki had been after Baldur freed him from the mountain. The reckless youth he was had been burned away by the snake’s acid, leaving behind a damaged man who tossed and turned at night, screaming denials as he relived everything over and over again. It had taken Kir a long time to ease his lover’s torment. He also knew their relationship was the foundation the now confident, cocky man who was still inclined to take risks stood on.
Which was why he’d been so upset about his reaction to Jordan. But knowing that Logan felt the same eased that guilt
Kir thought about taking Jordan and making her theirs. Thanks to Logan’s ability to shift genders as well as shape, Kir had been happily bisexual for centuries now. He’d felt no need to go outside the relationship when Logan could, literally, be everything and anything he needed. Logan, on the other hand, hadn’t been able to explore that side of himself with Kir, since Kir couldn’t change his shape. He knew that sometimes Logan longed for soft, scented flesh, rounded breasts and bellies, all of the things he’d given up when he’d pledged himself to Kir. But Logan, for all his wild youth and unhappy marriage, hadn’t cheated on him once. And not once, through all of the long centuries, had either of them had the urge to add a third to their relationship.
Now, with the advent of one small, half-human woman, all of that was about to change. He could give the touch of a female back to his lover, an
d have them both for himself. He thought back to the odd feeling he’d had on the beach, that something was about to happen that would change them, and felt that sensation once more before it settled into a comfortable purr.
He saw the relief on Logan’s face as he nodded his acceptance.
Jordan was theirs. Now they just had to seduce her to them.
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