Belong To The Night

by Shelly Laurenston

  “Hmm.” He kissed her, a lingering meeting of lips and souls. When he pulled back, his eyes had gone black with desire. “Don’ think that this gets you outta trouble, cher. I’m still mad at you for not tellin’ me the whole truth.”

  Dori did her best to look guilty, but she was so happy she knew she didn’t pull it off. She took his hand and pulled him down the hallway toward her room. “If I promise to behave from now on, Detective, will you let me off for good behavior?”

  “Nope.” He ran a hand over her ass, then pinched, making her jump.

  “Hey!”

  His grin had a definite feral edge to it. “When this is over, you an’ me, we’re gonna have a serious talk. After I paddle your cute little butt.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. Never mind that her heart thumped faster at the image of her facedown over his lap, his big hand turning her ass cheeks red. She clenched her thighs against the renewed pulsing in her pussy.

  “Never mind, cher. We can talk about it later.”

  She fished the door card out of her purse and opened the door to her room. Morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, throwing wispy shadows onto the mint green carpet. As soon as the door shut behind them, Boudreau swept her up into his arms and strode to the bed. He plopped her down on the edge and went down on one knee in front of her. Big hands drew off her shoes and socks.

  “Um, Jake?” Dori watched his big hands curl around her feet, felt his thumbs stroke across her insteps. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  She knew, of course. She wasn’t dense. But he was just so much fun to tease.

  He stared up at her with glittering dark eyes. “I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna do some lovin’ here.”

  She pressed her lips together to hold back a grin. “But…” She sighed and looked down at her hands, clasped in her lap. “We don’t have time.”

  “There’s time enough for this.” He got to his feet and shrugged out of his jacket. Lean fingers went to his shirt buttons and started to slide them out of their holes.

  She cleared her throat and stood, easing around him. Bending, she scooped up her socks and shoes. She tucked her socks into the shoes and turned, thinking she’d sit on the chair at the small table tucked into the corner.

  “I don’t think so, cher.” Boudreau emptied her hands, dropping the shoes onto the floor. Before she could do much more than blink, he had her flat on the bed, both arms raised above her head. He grabbed his handcuffs off his belt loop and clasped one around her right wrist, threaded the handcuff chain through the slats of the headboard, and then fastened the other cuff around her left wrist.

  Her gut tightened and heat spread to her core. Finally, he was putting his handcuffs to good use. But she couldn’t let go of the game, not just yet. “Boudreau,” she said, giving the cuffs a jiggle, “this is unauthorized use of city property, isn’t it?”

  He grinned, humor sparkling in his eyes, though there was enough hot passion in his gaze to spark an answering excitement in her. “No, cher. The use of cuffs to subdue an uncooperative suspect is entirely acceptable.”

  He leaned over her, left hand braced by her hip. His partially unbutton shirt gaped open, and her gaze centered on his broad, muscular chest with its light covering of dark hair. Her fingers curled with the need to touch him there.

  “I’ll behave,” Dori promised. “Take these off me.”

  “Uh-uh.” He shook his head. Bending, he took her mouth with his, demand and dominance in his touch. His tongue swept between her lips, tangled with hers. When he withdrew, she followed, claiming him as surely as he’d claimed her.

  With a groan, Boudreau lifted his head and took a deep breath. “God, I could spend a lifetime on your mouth.” His whiskey voice rasped against her eardrums and set her clit thumping.

  He straightened and brought his hands to her blouse. Long fingers unbuttoned it and pushed it to her sides. “Pretty,” he commented upon seeing her lavender bra. “But it’s in the way.” Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra and eased the cups up to rest above her breasts.

  Her nipples peaked, and not just from the cool air hitting them. The look in his dark eyes, the way his fingers held a slight tremble when he lightly touched one hard nub, did just as much to tighten her nipples as anything else.

  He rubbed his finger back and forth. Her clit thumped, her pussy clenched, empty and wanting. He flicked his short nail lightly against her taut nipple, and she shuddered as his touch sparked an answering flare deep in her creaming pussy.

  “Jake…” Her voice ended on a gasp as he pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Dori jerked her wrists in the cuffs, needing to touch him in return.

  Boudreau tugged on her nipple, twisting and pulling. With graceful speed, he bent once again and latched on to her nipple with his mouth, suckling strongly at her.

  Tugging uselessly at her bonds, she arched into the heat of his mouth with a small cry.

  Chapter Six

  Jake drew back and studied her. One nipple glistened from his mouth, the nub taut and red. Damned if it didn’t make his cock sit up and take notice. His gaze drifted to her other nipple. It looked forlorn.

  Rubbing his thumb back and forth over the nipple he’d just sucked, he bent and took the other nub into his mouth, sucking and licking and nibbling, his need building at her breathless moans of desire.

  “Jake, take off these damned cuffs.”

  He lifted his mouth long enough to shake his head and say, “I like you just like this.”

  “But I can’t touch you.”

  He rose up, bringing his mouth so close to hers he could feel her warm breath puffing against his skin. He smiled, a slow, feral smile that came from deep in his soul. “Oh, but I can touch you.” He brushed his mouth against hers, ever so slightly, before he pulled away.

  Reaching out, he traced across the upper slopes of her breasts with his index finger, forcing himself to go slowly, to build her arousal, when all he wanted to do was slide her under him and rut on her like some wild animal.

  Her nipples puckered, the tips red and hard. Tempting.

  In cases like this, his motto was always to give in to temptation.

  With a groan, he bent over her and licked across one taut nub. She shivered and moaned. He rubbed his face against her, feeling her nipple tighten further against the stubbled skin of his cheek.

  Turning his head, he captured the peak of her breast between his lips. He suckled her, gently at first, then with more force. He cupped her, pushing her ample breasts together, and kneaded them roughly.

  Her hips arched, and she gave a keening wail. He nipped sharply at the tight bud, then moved to her other breast. Pulling her nipple into his mouth, he trapped it against the roof of his mouth. She was so soft, her breasts perfect under his hands.

  “Jake, let me loose!” Dori bucked against him, more in frustrated arousal than any real anger. She wanted to run her hands over his taut biceps, his hard chest. She wanted to rip his pants off and wrap her hands—her body—around his big cock.

  He ignored her demand. His hands went to the waistband of her pants. He thumbed open the button, then took hold of the zipper tab. The rasp of the zipper sliding down sounded loud in the room.

  “Lift your hips.” His voice was low and rasped along her nerve endings like rough velvet. She braced herself with her feet and arched, lifting her hips off the bed. He slid both jeans and panties down and off her legs.

  He stared at her pussy, his face hard with need. When he lifted his gaze to hers, she gasped at the heat blazing in his golden eyes. One broad hand cupped her, fingers sliding through her slick folds.

  “You’re already so wet,” he growled. His fingers probed, scissored around her clit and tugged lightly.

  She moaned and lifted her hips. “I’m always like this,” she gasped, “with you.” Her pussy clenched at his touch and the dark look in his eyes. When he pushed one long finger into her channel, her muscles clamped down. She felt her cun
t begin to flood in earnest.

  His eyes sharpened, his nostrils flared, and she knew he could smell her arousal. She tugged at her bonds restlessly.

  Moving his focus from her sex, he looked up, frowning. “Are your arms all right?”

  “That’s what I keep telling you.” She matched his frown. “Get these off me.”

  “Answer the question.”

  She huffed a sigh. Looking into his eyes, she thought about lying, but when one eyebrow rose, she knew, somehow, he’d know she was fibbing. “They’re fine,” she grudgingly admitted.

  A smile quirked a corner of his mouth. “Then let’s get down to business, shall we?”

  He wedged his brawny shoulders under her thighs and separated her labia with his fingers. One thumb grazed her swollen clit and she jerked.

  Craning her head, she looked down at him, perched between her legs, his gaze focused hungrily on her sex.

  “God, you’re so pretty here.” His voice was low and filled with wicked sensuality. The first long swipe of his tongue over her sensitive flesh made her moan. When his pointed tongue stabbed between her labia, she arched in ecstasy.

  “Jake!” Her head fell back onto the pillows. Her eyes closed as she focused completely on what he was doing to her.

  Flicking his tongue over and around her opening, he licked a wide path, making sure each pass caught her clit. He lapped at her, licking the cream that spilled from her sheath. At the same time, his fingers molded and fondled her outer lips, pinching and pressing the swollen flesh.

  When he pulled her clit into his mouth, she groaned and ground her pussy against his face. One long finger slid inside her sheath, moving in and out in a steady rhythm, setting up corresponding pulses in her sex.

  Sharp need spiked through her, dragging the breath from her in ragged gasps. He licked her slit, plunged his finger in and out, added another finger.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  Dori clenched her fingers, her nails digging into her palms. Her hips pumped against his mouth, onto his fingers, without any conscious direction from her. Removing his fingers from her sheath, Boudreau dipped his tongue inside and flicked the tip against the sensitive walls of her passage. His tongue fucked inside her with hard, blistering strokes, and her body answered by spilling more heated liquid into his greedy mouth.

  Fire gathered inside her, turning her core molten. The flat of his tongue swiped a wide path through her folds. His mouth opened over her clit, and he began to suck. Hard.

  Dori bucked against him, dislodging him for a moment. With a soft snarl, he placed a large hand on her belly, pushing her back down, and began to suckle again.

  His tongue pulled with steady rhythmic pulses on her clit. Long fingers speared inside her and thrust deep and hard. She felt her face flush and the world spiraled down to one focal point at the juncture of her thighs. She pushed against him, trying to bring him deeper.

  He gave a hoarse, satisfied groan and kept sucking. Adding a third finger, he plunged into her faster. Her entire body stiffened, and she keened as her orgasm rushed through her.

  It wasn’t enough. She shuddered, staring up at him as he straightened from between her thighs. “Jake, please,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”

  His lips and chin were shiny with her juices, his eyes almost black, hot with lust. With a low growl, Boudreau swiped his hand across his face, then finished unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off and dropping it on the floor.

  He bent and took off his shoes and socks. Straightening, he set his big hands on the zipper tab of his jeans. She licked her lips and watched as he slowly drew the tab down. Then, with economy of movement, he pushed his pants and boxers off and kicked them away. His erection bounced against his belly, the slitted tip already streaming pre-cum.

  Dori licked her lips again, imagining the tangy, salty taste of him against her tongue. “Let me loose,” she pleaded, pulling against the restraints. “I want to touch you.”

  Jake wanted to feel her hands against him. Needed to feel her fingers wrapped around his cock, but not yet. If she touched him, his control would be shot. He needed to get inside her and fuck them both senseless. Only then would he be able to bear her touch without going completely primal on her. “Not yet.” He groaned at the sight of her, nipples still hard, pussy slick with cream. “Not just yet.”

  He stared down at Dori, watching her as she writhed impatiently against the mattress. Her fingers curled around the slats of the headboard so tightly her knuckles shone white.

  He rubbed one hand over her breasts, feeling her nipples tight and hard under his palm. God, he had to get inside her. Now. He started to reach for his pants to retrieve his wallet.

  “I’m on the Pill,” she said, her voice low and raspy. Her tongue slid out and wet her lips, and his eyes followed the movement. “And I haven’t…” she broke off with a slight blush.

  “You haven’t what?”

  “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. So I’m clean.”

  Settling on top of her, he took her mouth in a ravenous kiss. “I’m good to go, too,” he muttered as he curved his hands under her ass and lifted her, driving his cock inch by inch into the heated clasp of her body, gritting his teeth against the pleasure.

  Skin on skin. He shuddered at the feel of her surrounding him without the usual latex barrier.

  She was hot. Wet. And so goddamned tight she was about to kill him.

  Jake braced himself on his elbows, flexing his hips, thrusting deeper, feeling her legs wrap around him, her heels digging into his ass. The muscles in her slick channel fluttered around him, gripping him like tiny little fingers as he began shuttling in and out.

  Lowering his head, he speared his tongue between her lips, mimicking the action of his lower body. She moved beneath him, hips arching against his, his mouth swallowing the strangled mewls that came from her.

  Slow, long thrusts became fast, hard lunges as he fucked her with the desperation and strength of the hungry lust that surged through him. Dori’s cunt rippled around him with the beginnings of another orgasm and he fought his way through the contractions that sought to hold him in one place.

  His orgasm tightened his balls, and he shoved against her, holding himself firmly in place. Shudders racked her, clamping her inner muscles tight around his cock.

  He threw back his head and shouted his release, flooding her with hot, thick spurts of semen. When the last spasm abated, he lowered his head and nuzzled her, keeping himself still inside her.

  “Wow,” she breathed. “That was…that was…”

  “Hmm?” Bracing himself on his elbows, Jake stared down into her face. Her green eyes were slumberous, her face flushed. He leaned down and licked a bead of sweat trickling down her neck. “That was what, cher?”

  “Good.”

  He lifted his head and stared down at her, pretty sure she’d just insulted him. “Good? Just…good?”

  “Really good.” She pressed her lips together, and he could see she was fighting back a grin. The little witch. When he didn’t respond, the grin broke through and she said, “Really, really, really good.”

  “Well, that’s okay then. ’Cause I was goin’ for really, really, really good.” He grinned and kissed her, a quick, hard caress of affection.

  Reality intruded. He lifted his head and slowly eased out of her.

  “Jake,” she protested, wrapping her legs around his hips.

  “We don’t have time for more, cher, remember?”

  She grumbled but loosened her hold. He unlocked the handcuffs and helped her off the bed. “I’ll be right back.” She headed toward the bathroom.

  He watched her go, and grinned again at the exaggerated sway of her ass. As she reached the bathroom door she looked over her shoulder, and a wide smile spread over her face. She glanced down at his cock, stirring at his groin, and the smile widened.

  “Yeah, you can smile all you want, cher.” Jake started pulling on his clothing. “Jus’ wait ’til I get you
alone when we have all the time in the world.”

  “Promises, promises.” She winked and closed the door behind her.

  That evening, Jake watched Dori and Sabin put the final touches on their preparations. Most of what they did was fascinating to him and far beyond his comprehension.

  Both witch and vampire put juniper berries into small pouches. Dori tied one at her waist, then did the same for Jake. “For protection,” she said. She kissed him lightly on one cheek and went back to Sabin’s side.

  Jake touched his cheek, feeling again the wonder that this incredible woman loved him. Him. The boy from the bayou. The hard-nosed cop. It made him believe that, with her love, he could accomplish anything.

  Even defeat a demon.

  Sabin lit small charcoals of incense and added granules of Dragon’s Blood. He motioned Jake closer. When he reached the vampire’s side, Sabin took his right hand. Dori held his left, and joined her left hand with Sabin’s right.

  Jake watched the Dragon’s Blood boiling on the charcoals. It resembled the substance it was named after, roiling and bubbling in a dark red sheen on the hot coals.

  Sabin started to speak, drawing Jake’s attention. He saw that the vampire stared into the flames of the three white candles burning beside the incense burner.

  “Crafted in fire, crafted well, crafted higher. Woven of shining flame, none shall hurt or maim. None shall pass this fiery wall. None shall pass; no, none at all.” Sabin repeated the chant. Releasing Jake’s hand, he drew an object out of his pocket and placed it in the resin.

  “The Eye of Bastet.” Dori reached out and took it out of the resin, handling it carefully so as not to get burned.

  The amulet was copper in color, with a large chunk of ivory in the middle. It had four points, like a compass, each point filed to the sharpness of a dagger.

  Sabin retrieved the amulet and put it back in his pants’ pocket. “We must go,” he said. He looked at Jake solemnly, his eyes glittering. “Dori,” he said. “One thing we can do for this mortal is offer a protection spell. Otherwise, I’m not sure he’ll be able to withstand Ra’Ziel.”