Chapter Eleven
Anjali awoke with heavy limbs. The fuzzy blackness that had sheltered her from the fire wanting to devour her flesh slipped away. Thankfully, the fire disappeared with it, leaving only a cool breeze on her skin.
She turned to the window and saw the curtains dancing in the wind. An orange glow bathed the city outside. Sunset. She tried to sit up, but something bound her hands over her head and prevented her from rising. A surge of fury flowed into her muscles as she tugged against her restraints.
“Will, what the fuck did you do to me?”
He appeared in the doorway and leaned against the wall with a cocky grin. “Glad you’re finally awake.”
“And tied to the headboard.” She gave the material another yank, but it held fast. “What kind of kinky game are you playing?”
“I was merely trying to keep you from clawing yourself to death while the Skinwalker’s venom worked its way out of your system, but if you want to play kinky games…” His voice drifted off as he stalked her like a large panther.
“That was an accusation, not an invitation.” Her words said one thing even as her body rebelled against her. Her nipples tightened under her T-shirt from the hunger on his face. Her sex clenched at the thought of him crawling on top of her and ravishing her body. Geez, after the hell she’d been through in the last twenty-four hours, why did she still crave a nice fuck-fest with him?
“You’ve had a rough day, my pet.” He sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers started at her forehead, traced her cheek and jaw, and then continued down her neck and chest to the curve of her breast. “Anything I can do make you feel better?”
Her mind raced with all sort of ideas, most of them involving the two of them naked. If he made love to her, would his wings wrap around her again? Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips. “You can untie me now.”
“But I think you’ll enjoy it more if you surrender to me. Imagine letting your mind go and just enjoying the sensations you feel.” His fingers circled her aching peaks. “No worries, no concerns, no wondering what will happen next.”
As tempting as her body thought it sounded, her mind bristled at the idea of being held captive while he did whatever he wanted. “Do you always feel the need to tie up your lovers?”
He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of pleasure shot straight down to her womb, and she gasped. “No, my pet, only you. You need to learn that you can’t always be in control. Sometimes, the best things in life are messy and disorderly.”
He leaned forward and caught her mouth with his, cutting off her reply. His tongue teased the opening before plunging deeper. A small whimper rose in her throat as their tongues danced together in a way that made the lambada seem like an innocent stroll through the park. His hand drifted over to her other breast and teased that nipple in the same way as the first one.
Despite her best efforts, Anjali found herself slipping further and further under his spell. She needed to break free of him if she wanted to keep her mind intact. She ended the kiss. “Will, I’m not some pawn for you to play with.”
“Of course not. You’re a queen.” His lips trailed down her neck in a series of nips and licks.
Her soaked panties offered testimony to his skill as a lover so far, but like before, he kept his hands above her waist. “If I’m a queen, treat me like one, not like a slave.”
He laughed and pulled her T-shirt up over her head, bunching it around the sari that bound her wrists. Her bra quickly followed, leaving her breasts exposed to the chilly evening air and his unimpeded perusal. He cupped both of them in his hands. The flicks of his thumbs over the taut peaks made her back arch off the bed. “Every queen deserves to be worshipped.”
“If you’ll untie me—” Her words ended in a hiss as he took one of her breasts into his mouth, gently sucking it while his tongue bathed the rock-hard tip. He had reduced her to a blubbering mass of Jell-O once again. Her fingers longed to run through his hair, to keep his lips right where they were, but the tight fabric around her wrists prevented her from doing that.
“If I release you, then I’ll stop what I’m doing.” The stubble on his cheek scraped along the delicate skin of her chest, forming a sharp contrast to his velvety tongue. He caught her nipple between his teeth, earning another gasp from her. “If you want me to continue, Anjali, you must learn to surrender to me.”
Damn him for making me have to choose between possibly mind-blowing sex and keeping the upper hand in this relationship.
He straddled her legs, concentrating his efforts on her breasts while his erection strained against his jeans and rubbed against the sensitive nub between her legs. Her hips instinctively rose to meet it, to grind harder against him. For a few seconds, she lost herself in the pleasure her body felt from his touch. Then her mind slammed her back into reality. “What a gentleman. Nice to know you won’t rape me, even though I’m helpless to stop you.”
His chuckle added a new level of intensity to the way he sweetly tormented her breasts. “You can always tell me to stop, and I’ll respect your wishes.” His hand cupped her mound, and even through the thickness of the twill and her panties, she felt his heat. “But something tells me you’re enjoying this far more than you care to admit.”
Anjali silently swore. He was good—too good. He seemed to know exactly what was on her mind and how to use it against her. The few encounters she’d had with other men had been strictly under her terms. She told them what she wanted, how she wanted it, when and even where. And they’d all left her sorely disappointed. Will, on the other hand, didn’t take orders from her, and the ache he aroused coiled deep inside, threatening to explode if he didn’t finish what he’d started.
He withdrew his attention from her breasts and continued lower. His fingers hovered over the buttons of her cargo pants. “Shall I continue?”
Her breaths came out in ragged bursts. Of course I want you to continue. Can’t you tell? But her mind still fought to remain in control. “Don’t you want me to reciprocate the pleasure? You know—touch you, kiss you, take you deep into my mouth again?”
He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply though his teeth. When he opened his eyes, the only way she could tell where his pupils ended was by the deep red glow inside them. “What makes you think I’m not finding pleasure from tasting your skin, from watching your body respond to my touch, from knowing I’m taking you to a place of ecstasy that you’ve never been to?”
The spit dried up in her mouth. The man seemed too good to be true. But then, he was an angel. A very naughty one, to be sure, but an angel nonetheless. Something mere mortal men could only dream of being. “You can continue, but I’m not surrendering to you.”
“Not yet, anyway.” He held her gaze while he unbuttoned her pants and removed them and her panties in one quick swoop.
She now lay naked and tied to the headboard before him. Part of her wanted to squirm under the covers to hide her less than perfect body. Instead of the hourglass curves most men preferred, her body formed straight and lean lines from her narrow hips to her barely-a-B-cup sized breasts. She braced for the moment disappointment showed on his face.
Instead, his eyes widened, and his hands caressed her the way a pilgrim would touch the statue of saint in a holy shrine. Worship, he’d said. He wanted to worship her body. And based on his reaction so far, he’d lived up to his word.
A warm glow flowed from the pit of her stomach to the tips of her toes and fingers. How could a man as impossibly beautiful as him find pleasure in her? And yet, as she watched him reverently place kisses on her stomach, she almost believed in the impossible.
His hands massaged their way up her thighs, inching closer and closer to the one place that longed to feel his touch. A wicked grin played on his lips as inserted one finger between her slick folds. Her spine stiffened, and her hips jumped off the mattress from the first stroke. A whimper broke free. For once, surrender sounded more tempting than his endless teasing.
“Like that, my pet?” He applied more pressure over her clit, releasing another whimper from her. “Is that the way you want to be touched?”
No, I want your cock, not your finger. She took a deep breath and caught herself before she shouted her demands. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
His dark eyes held hers while he lowered his head between her legs and flicked his tongue over the swollen nub. Her legs rose over his shoulders, granting him better access to her intimate regions. Another chuckle vibrated through her body while he gently sucked on her clit. “Clothes are the only restraint I have left. If I were naked, I wouldn’t be doing this to you. I’d already be deep inside you, searching for my own release.”
“And what if I want that?” Shit! I just played into his game.
Both brows rose, and he paused from the delicious dance his tongue performed between her labia. “All you have to do is say it, Anjali.”
She bit her bottom lip so hard, the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. I need to stay in control. I can’t let him know what power he has over me.
“So stubborn.” He leaned over and resumed his teasing, increasing the force of his licks and nibbles.
The tension continued to mount deep inside her. She felt like a bottle rocket ready to explode. How much longer could she resist him? She closed her eyes, no longer able to watch his pleasure as he tasted her cream and mercilessly drove her to the brink. Her jaw tightened. No, please don’t let me go over the edge and…
The walls around her shattered, and his name tumbled out of her mouth like a prayer. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, causing her body to writhe in the sheets. She gripped the sari for dear life, afraid she’d slip further under his spell if she let go. She fought hard, but in the end, she lost. But oh, what a way to lose.
As the last jolts began to ebb, she opened her eyes and saw him hovering over her. He kissed her gently, the salty-sweet taste of her cream lingering on his lips. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Her mouth hung open. For once, she didn’t know what to say. She should be disgusted at her own lack of restraint, but the soft hum that radiated through her body argued against it. She loved every sensation—the warm hardness of his body, the taste of his lips, the purely male scent of his arousal, the rapid fluttering of her heart in her ears. They all told her this was just the beginning.
His hands returned to her breasts, toying with her dark brown nipples while he waited for her answer.
“Why do you want me, Will?” Her fear and hesitation crept into her voice, but she refused to look away, even when she was at her most vulnerable.
He flinched. A muscle rippled along his jaw, and the knob in his throat bobbed a few times. Maybe I’m not the only one with fears of intimacy, she thought as she watched the struggle play out on his face. At last, in a husky voice that that went straight to her heart, he replied, “You saw me when no one else could.”
His fingers grazed her temple, and the image of a night two years ago flooded her mind. The night when she realized that the other half of her demon hunting equation was as real and solid as her. “You mean you’ve wanted me that long?”
He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “Please, Anjali, give yourself to me, and I promise you’ll never want another man.”
“And in return?”
The red fire intensified when his lids shot open. The hunger in his face caused her breath to quicken. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, no doubt about it. Maybe even more. Yet in a bizarre turn of events, she still remained in control. She was the one who could let him into her heart or tell him to piss off. The thought of losing him filled her chest with an odd ache. She’d already crossed the point of no return. Will had her completely in his hands. All of her—mind, body and soul. She only needed to say the words.
“Please, Will, let’s finish what we’ve started.”
He licked his lips like a wolf about to devour his meal. “And what’s that?”
“If you have to ask that question, then maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
His shirt came off in one swift movement and ended somewhere on the other side of the room. Her lips rose in a smile as his glossy black-feathered wings unfurled from behind him and wrapped around her arms. She longed to stroke them again, to feel their silkiness and watch his face tighten in pleasure, but the sari still bound her wrists above her head. He kissed her again, although nowhere nearly as gently as before. While his tongue twisted with hers, the coarse hair on his chest brushed against her nipples, and the ache in her womb revived.
And then new realization awakened her. No man could ever compete with Will Vassago, not after tonight. No man could turn her world upside down and take her past her fears to a place she dared not go before. Why should she fear a few words?
He ended the kiss, leaving them both gulping for air. The edge of his wings tickled her cheeks. A giggle escaped, followed by a heavy sigh. “Yes, Will, I’m yours.”
Chapter Twelve
Vassago’s heart skipped a beat. Did he hear her correctly? His wings twitched in time with his cock, earning him another one of her giggles. She sounded so at ease, so carefree. Pure desire replaced the tense lines of her face. Could she really have surrendered to him?
“Are you going to take those jeans off? Normally, I’d help, but seeing as how I’m still tied up at the moment…” She bit her lip and turned into every inch of the sex kitten he’d suspected was buried under her OCD exterior.
He rose to his knees and removed his jeans as quickly as he dared. Years of waiting had finally come to this. The last thing he wanted was to have it end too soon. Just as he had drawn out her pleasure, he wanted to do the same for his.
Anjali had other ideas. As soon as he kicked the jeans off his ankles, her long brown legs wrapped around his waist and dug into his ass, pulling him down until his cock nestled between her hot, wet folds. He bit back a moan and steeled himself. The temptation to start pounding away inside her almost became too much to bear. Her smirk told him she knew exactly what he was thinking. When had the tables turned?
With great frustration, he retreated from her. Her hips rose and followed, and her legs became a vice that threatened to strangle him. Now he was the one bound and powerless to do anything. To his surprise, he laughed. “What are you trying to prove, my pet?”
“That I can tease you just much as you teased me, even with my hands tied above my head.” She leaned forward and nibbled on his bottom lip. “I’ve given myself to you. When are you going to do the same?”
He closed his eyes and slid into her, inch by agonizing inch, until her tight pussy encased all of his cock. Her walls tightened around him, and he moaned. Yes, this was the closest thing to Heaven on Earth, and he was in no hurry to leave it.
Anjali purred her own sound of contentment. It reminded him of when she ate a spoonful of her favorite chocolate caramel ice cream, and the intensity of it sent little waves of vibrating pleasure straight to his cock. When he opened his eyes, he noticed hers were still shut tightly and her nails dug into her palms. The wide grin on her face reassured him that her response was pure pleasure, not pain. She whispered his name, and his pulse quickened.
He began to withdraw, and she whimpered. “What, my pet? Scared I’ll leave you unsatisfied?” He plunged all the way to the hilt, earning a gasp from her.
Her eyes opened wide, and her pelvis arched to meet his. The passion in her eyes threatened to consume him. What kind of monster had he unleashed when he awakened her desires? “Please, Will, please don’t stop.”
Her begging awoke something primitive inside him. She had given herself to him, and now he needed to claim her, to let her know that no man would replace him just as no woman could ever replace her.
He smiled and kissed the hollow above her collarbone, trailing his lips up until he reached her earlobe. “Have no fear, Anjali. I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you, and I doubt I ever will. I’m as
much yours as you are mine.”
The headboard rattled, and he almost laughed again as she struggled to free her hands. “Why won’t you release me? I want to touch you, to dig my nails into your shoulders, to stroke every inch of you and—”
He silenced her with a kiss. “No. I want you to let go and just enjoy the feeling of my cock inside you. Remember, this is about me worshipping you.”
Her breath hitched, and she closed her eyes again, leaning her head back to expose the regal curve of her throat. He needed to teach her to let go of the situation and experience it for what it truly was—two people joining together to reach a state of bliss neither one imagined possible. Her fingers relaxed, and she licked her lips. “Go on, then.”
He began to move inside her, relishing each stroke of his cock against the warm silkiness. She easily found his rhythm and matched it. The sensual roll of her hips heightened his sensations, stimulating every inch of his head with each thrust. Together, they moved in harmony, her breaths coming in time with his.
The smell of her musk filled his nostrils like the richest perfume. Her breathy cries sang like the sweetest music to his ears, and the taste of her skin rivaled anything he’d ever tasted. He’d been with other women over the centuries, but he forgot about them the moment she touched him. His little demon hunter was in a league of her own. Everything about her called to him. She was made for him and him alone, and now that he knew the joy of making love to her, he’d never let her go.
An ache formed at the base of his shaft, and he tensed. Too soon. I’m not ready to come.
“Oh God, Will, please, don’t stop. I’m so close, so very close.” Her whimpers only gave a hint of what her face showed. Her eyes pleaded with him. Her lips appeared swollen from the way she kept biting them. White circles surrounded where her fingertips dug into her palms. Her biceps strained against the sari. Yes, she was just as close as he was, teetering on the brink, and a surge of satisfaction rushed through him for bringing her this far.
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