The doorbell rang. Twice. Surprise stopped her from reacting right away. Oh, surely not? It rang again. She stared stupidly at the bedroom door.
Koivu’s husky chuckle vibrated through the phone and he said, “Put on your bra and panties and answer the door, baby.”
She ended the call and ran to the bathroom to splash her face and fluff her hair. She dug through her underwear drawer for a sexy purple thong and bra set. It took less than a minute to race to the front door. Breathless with anticipation, she peeked through the peephole and let him in.
He stalked into the foyer. His face was taut with pain and a raw hunger that sent her pulse tripping again. There was dried blood on his jeans and a long tear in his shirt. The hard slab of muscle was visible when he turned to lock the door.
“What happened to you? Are you okay?” she asked in confusion. Had he been in a fight? Car accident?
“Rough fucking day that I don’t want to talk about.” He shrugged out of his jacket and yanked off his shirt, flinging them into a pile on the rug. He faced her now shirtless and bloodied; hands clenched at his sides. He radiated a desperate sensual energy that surrounded her, caressed her, compelled her to move closer, to soothe his pain. He moistened his lips and whispered hoarsely, “I shouldn’t be here right now. I don’t want to scare you, but I’m not in a good place in my head.” His powerful hands trembled as he reached out to cup her cheek; his eyes raked her face, searching for something, darkening into an even more impossible green. “I didn’t know where else to go. I need you tonight.”
Her mouth went dry. He was scaring her, but the naked vulnerability in his plea drew her closer. “What do you need from me?” She caressed his jaw with the backs of her knuckles. Butterflies danced in her stomach. She couldn’t help feeling she was stroking an abused dog that might rip her arm off and then feel sorry for it. “How can I make you better?”
He nuzzled her hand with a strange longing in his eyes. Bringing them closer, he rubbed his lips over hers in the barest of touches. “I need you to trust me.” He cupped her ass, dragging her flush against his chest. “I swear I won’t harm you.” His fingers wound through her hair, tugging her head back so he could bury his face against her throat. His chest swelled with the same dark energy as he sucked along the edge of her jaw until she clung to his arms. Ripping his mouth away, he demanded breathlessly, “Are you ready to come hard for me?”
Her knees buckled. Oh, god, yes.
“Say yes, Micki. I need to hear you say it.” His mouth ate at her throat, his beard scratching deliciously as he circled back to bite down on her ear. “I need—” He groaned in barely-leashed frustration, gritting out from between clenched teeth, “I need to take you someplace . . . dangerous and dirty. Will you let me?”
More butterflies danced in her belly, but she wasn’t frightened. The raw honesty of his words, the harsh need in his voice, and the palpable energy pulsing between them reached into her heart and soul like never before. She felt the massive bulge straining his zipper and imagined his cock standing proud, slick with desire for her. Remembering the feel of him stroking her to screaming release, she shuddered and whispered, “Take me there.”
He stared into her eyes for another moment and kissed her softly, reverently. “You won’t regret this.”
The intensity gradually faded and she finally inhaled again. She laughed shakily and said, “I’m intrigued. What’s next?”
His mouth quirked with amusement as he picked up his shirt, tore off a strip, and waved her over. “Turn around.”
“Are you blindfolding me?”
“You said you trusted me. This is the first part.”
“You’re not tying me up.” This wasn’t a question; it was a line in the sand.
“I’m not going to bind you. You’ll be free to get up or tell me to fuck off anytime you choose. I swear.”
She hesitated. He had a hungry gleam in his eyes that brought her butterflies back. What was he planning?
“Your call. I’m not going to force you.”
She narrowed her eyes, trying to gauge his tone. Was he angry or pouting? He wasn’t either. He was perfectly serious. “Okay, I’m good with it.”
In two steps he was behind her, carefully tying the cloth over her eyes. She felt every inch of his chest and abs pressing into her bare back as he moved. The slide of his heated skin stirred her blood and quickened her breath, but once her sight was taken, she felt a moment’s panic. Her heart raced; her hand came up to rip off the blindfold.
“Shhh,” he whispered, while gently lowering her hand. His warm breath feathered over her cheek as he spoke with his mouth next to her ear. “You’re incredibly beautiful.” His finger slowly trailed over her bra strap following it down to trace the outline of the satin cup. “Delicate.” She shivered under his gentle touch. “Here’s how this is going to work. I’ll be your eyes. All you need to do is listen and feel.” His fingertips skimmed her ribs, dipping below her waist and over her bare hips.
“That doesn’t sound dark and dangerous. Is that all?” She was already so aroused her nipples were straining and her pussy was pulsing in a steady rhythm.
His hands rested heavily on top of her shoulders. His entire body hardened behind her. He held her tightly against him, his fingers digging into her skin, his voice lowering to a silky growl. “I’m not going to hurt you, but what I want might scare you.” He dipped his fingers into her cleavage. “You’re already so turned on your breasts are flushed a gorgeous pink. Your chest is heaving. Maybe you like being scared.” He steered her forward saying, “Let’s go to your bedroom so we don’t give your neighbors a show.”
Once they were in the bedroom, he led her to the bed. “Wait here.”
The door click closed and she heard him cross to the bathroom and turn on the faucet. When he came back, she heard the sound of his zipper and then the heavy thud of his jeans hitting the floor. She didn’t need vision to know he was gorgeous naked. Ridges and slabs of muscle covered by silky golden skin and dusted with fine blond hair. He was perfect. She loved looking at him. She loved feeling him more. The candlelight flickered like a ghost behind her blindfold. Her pulse was still racing so she took a deep breath to settle it down. Candle wax and the spicy, manly scent that was all Koivu filled the air. “It’s true what they say about heightened senses,” she murmured. “I don’t need to see you to know you’re already hot for me.”
“Very true,” he agreed. “Seems like lately, I’m always hard for you. You’re under my skin, in my blood.”
An odd metallic hiss broke the silence that followed.
“What is that? Is that a knife?” She reached for the blindfold.
He caught her hand, asking quietly, “Is it? Do you really want to know?”
She hesitated. Did she?
“If you take off the blindfold, you’ll never know what you’re capable of.” He tapped her arm with something narrow, icy, and hard. “Feel that? That’s my toy for tonight.” He skimmed it across her belly and asked, “Does it scare you?”
Goosebumps followed the cold, pebbling her skin. Her pulse soared. Her voice turned breathless. “Yes.”
“It should.” He leaned in, stroking her lips with the tip of his tongue, licking at her, coaxing her to open for him. When she did, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, stroking rhythmically until she forgot all about fear. Breaking off the kiss, he gently caressed her cheek with the toy. She tensed up again, but he reclaimed her mouth in another blistering kiss. Pulling away at last, he said, “I swear I won’t damage you. Will you trust me, baby?”
“For now.”
“Sit back against the headboard, bend your legs and spread them wide.”
Her new position drew the tiny thong through the center of her cleft, digging into her delicate skin. She wriggled her ass to relieve the pressure but only tightened it more.
The bed shifted when he sat down beside her. The rough hair on his thighs brushed her knees as he moved between them. He hesitated
for so long she began to squirm again. “What are you doing?” she asked, turning her head left and right.
“Hold very still.” Something sharp glided beneath her bra strap. A sudden quick motion sent the strap falling down her arm. The toy was a blade. Her breath caught with a whimper. He chuckled softly and drew the cold metal across her breasts to the other bra strap. It fell too.
She jumped and a sharp point pricked her skin. She froze with a shocked gasp. She squeezed her eyes closed behind the blindfold and waited for fear to kick in, but it didn’t. Her heart pounded madly. Her breath came in pants. She wasn’t afraid at all. She was more aroused than she’d ever been.
In another second, her bra was off. “Your nipples are begging to be bitten.” He swirled his tongue over one, drawing it deep inside his mouth, biting and sucking until she struggled to push him away.
“It’s too much. Too much.”
“Is it?” He captured her slender wrists and bent over her chest to torture her other nipple.
His silky tongue brought pleasure and pain as he sucked and nipped at her. Her head fell back against the headboard. The pleasure swelled, turning to pain . . . and then crested to even more exquisite pleasure. Her back arched, forcing her breast deeper into his mouth and the thong tighter against her clit. Orgasm rippled through her so unexpectedly she cried out with surprise.
His mouth swallowed the echo of her cries. “Beautiful, baby,” he breathed against her lips. “You’re ready for more.”
The heavy dark energy that surrounded him earlier reached out to her now. It filled the air, heated her skin, sucked away her will. Her body hummed and throbbed for him. Even his voice turned her on. He tweaked her breast, saying, “Move to the edge of the bed so I can get at your pussy.”
Being blindfolded made it a little more awkward, but she managed to scoot to the edge of the bed without falling off. Once she did, he grasped her knees and pulled her forward until her legs were splayed wide open. She was vulnerable, exposed. The thong’s tension kept her needy, edgy, hanging close to another orgasm. Cool air brushed across her sensitive skin. He rested his forearms on her thighs and pressed a hot, wet kiss on her clit before sitting back and saying, “Your clit’s so swollen right now it’s a shame I can’t suck on it.”
She inhaled sharply at the sudden coil of desire in her belly. “Oh, please, feel free,” she joked.
“Maybe later.” After dropping that hint, he slowly drew the tip of the blade over her belly to her shaved mound, letting it rest there before wriggling it beneath the thong.
She froze with her heart in her mouth as the tip of his deadly weapon came to rest on her engorged clit. He didn’t move his hand, but each breath brought that tip against her. Her entire body vibrated with the urge to escape, but she didn’t stop him.
“Don’t move. Don’t even twitch.”
She shivered as his words sunk in. “You said—”
“I know what I said. Be still.” The icy cold slid from her clit down to her swollen lips, sending her pulse into overdrive. While the blade lay against her thigh, his fingers followed the thong from her clit to her puckered rosebud. “Gorgeous. So fucking erotic,” he murmured while he explored her.
Trying to sit still was killing her. She was unbelievably turned on. Her entire body throbbed with arousal. Her breasts were too heavy; her pussy clenched so tightly it hurt. She ached for him to bring her off; to bury his cock inside her; to fuck her like an animal. Her mind filled with filthy, dirty images of his mouth, his hands . . .
“Don’t come!” A quick jerk and her thong slid down to rest on her hip. “It’s not time.”
She yelped as her pussy unclenched and released juices down her legs. She was going to come whether he wanted her to or not.
“You’re stripping my control, baby. I’m losing it.” He wrapped her fingers around his cock, squeezing tightly. “Feel that?” He thrust his pelvis forward and dragged her hand over the impossibly hot flesh. The motion was frantic, nearly violent. He was hard and thick and so turned on that pre-cum coated her hand. His voice changed. No longer purring, it was a low growl, an animal sound. “I want to fuck you in ways you can’t imagine. I want to turn you inside out.” He clutched her hand more tightly, forcing her to stroke him fast and rough. The punishing pace should’ve hurt, but he wouldn’t release her. He groaned low in his throat; the sound desperate and lonely. “You should run. My instincts are brutal, Micki; too dangerous for you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.
His control snapped. The finesse of their previous times together was replaced by raw, animal dominance. He surged between her thighs, impaling her in one powerful thrust that raised her back off the mattress. Lifting her ass to get in deeper, he set a merciless rhythm, pacing it fast, rough, nearly violent. Anguished words fell from his mouth. “Not good for you . . . can’t stop . . . you’ll hate me . . .”
Scooting backwards, she struggled to take him, her heels digging into the bed, her hips frantically churning to meet his thrusts. The more she accommodated it, the more his cock swelled, filling her too full. She dug her nails into his shoulders, hanging on, glorying in the feel of Koivu throbbing inside her. So hard, so deep, he struck at her womb, grazing the fine bundle of nerves, setting her on fire. She didn’t recognize the guttural sounds that were escaping from deep within. How could that be her? She had no idea, didn’t care, couldn’t stop. Sweat slicked and steaming, their bodies slammed together with a crazed force that shook her to the core.
“Oh, god!” she cried, clutching at his ass, clawing at the flexing muscles, frantic with the need to come.
“Not god, baby, not god!” He shoved his arms beneath her back, dragged her against his chest, pressing their faces together. His ragged breathing filled her ears until he gasped, “Come on, Micki, come for me. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Rocking upward, she wrapped her legs more tightly around him, clinging as he stroked her in deep, furious plunges. The sensations were overwhelming. She was so close her entire body tingled. She couldn’t breathe. Her cries were incoherent as he drove harder and harder, launching her over the edge. Light exploded as orgasm crashed over her in waves, wrenching a sharp, piercing scream, and leaving her shuddering and gasping for air.
“Fuck, yeah!” He didn’t give her a chance to breathe. Pinning her with his body, he pumped into her with hard, fast strokes, circling his cock deep into her core. Helpless to move, she bit into his shoulder while his abs contracted against her stomach, their sweat sealing them together. “So fucking hot. So beautiful,” he rasped in her ear. “So mine.”
Swept along with him, she was beyond thought, beyond breathing. Mindless with the pleasure of his powerful body surrounding her, she could only whimper as his cock plunged deeper and his muscles gathered for release. He growled her name and came with such intensity that it brought her off again.
Long, long, long minutes later, when their heartbeats slowed to something approaching normal, Koivu rolled them over so he wasn’t squashing her into the mattress. He reached up and pushed the blindfold over her head so she could see again. “You alive?” he whispered.
She found herself staring into his eyes. Tallia had called them feral. Untamed? Wild? Perhaps. She’d thought them unusual before, but tonight they were shards of jade captured in crystal that not only reflected the sputtering candlelight, but also his dark mood. Backlit with an unnatural fire, his haunted eyes swallowed her whole.
The Brooklyn Bridge was nearly deserted at 0400 hours on a Sunday morning. Only crazy people would be out on a cold, dark day. Koivu shrugged more deeply into his jacket and turned his face away from the odor of dried blood. The East River gleamed dully, barely reflecting the handful of lights visible in nearby buildings. A lone ghostly boat pushed a string of barges beneath him. He automatically calculated the distance from the sidewalk to the barge below. Once upon a time, in his demon form, he would’ve jumped for the fun of it.
Now? His fragile h
uman body wouldn’t survive without broken bones or worse. Thanks to Lucifer, his shoulder was perfect again. He was unbelievably healthy now. His physical body was practically glowing with stamina. True to his word, the mighty archangel gave them precisely five minutes, and performed more than a few miracles in that time. Sighing with gratitude, he pulled his thoughts back to the tat on his hand. Lucifer’s touch had done something to it.
Close your eyes. This is going to hurt like a bitch.
Truer words had never been spoken. The devil’s flame burned hotter than Hell itself. The hellfire now filled more than the magical ink shaped into a trinity knot. Had Lucifer done it on purpose? Had he known what his touch would do to his exiled demons? Or, was it just a happy side effect of breaking the tracking connection? Impetuous archangels! Did any of them think before they acted? He rubbed at the ink again and smiled grimly at the faint red glimmer that flashed with his sudden anger. The glimmer was a problem. So were his eyes. Damn it.
He dragged his fingers through his hair and bounced his fist on the pedestrian rail in frustration. Micki had noticed. Of course, she had. The woman was too observant and she wasn’t a fool. She hadn’t said anything about the inhuman gleam in his eyes, but the expression on her face was all he needed to see. She didn’t know about the Trinity. Didn’t know who he was—what he was. She’d figure it out if his essence kept showing in his eyes. Could she accept him as a man with a demon’s soul? Could he ask her to? He stared into the murky water without seeing it. Memories from only a few hours earlier flitted across his mind. He saw Micki’s ivory skin glowing like gold in the candlelight; her soft lips parted in ecstasy; her breasts filling his palms. He could still hear the sounds she made; whimpering, needy sounds of pleasure and total surrender. Sweet Lucifer, she was perfect for him.
Fuck. Last night was a mistake. He shouldn’t have gone to see her in the state he was in. The brutal fight with Hakin and Alyx’s torture had knocked him off his game. Lucifer’s shocking appearance had twisted his head into an even worse state. He was already pissed off and feeling unbalanced and dangerous when Lucifer decided to help him out. The archangel’s touch had rekindled Koivu’s demonic hungers and shredded the thin veil of humanity he wore. Although he was still stuck in the human body, his true nature came roaring back. He wrestled with the change the entire way from Pittsburgh to New York. By the time they were in Brooklyn again, he knew he was sliding off the deep end. His true nature was violent, aggressive, and sexual. He had no prisoners to keep in line—no Glory Pit to fight in—no roofs to run. There was nowhere for his savagery to go. He was afraid of the monster inside of him now—afraid of what it might do. He had to find some kind of balance.
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