by Lora Leigh
His hands had torn from his pockets and gripped her shoulders now, as he glared down at her.
“My dick is so hard it’s agony. I think of nothing but being inside you. Of feeling you, hot and melting around my cock, as you did my fingers. Perhaps you should remember exactly what will happen if I do that.”
Grace pressed her hands into Matthias’s chest, feeling the thundering of his heart beneath her hands, the tension in his body. She stared into his eyes, feeling as though she were drowning in them as he snarled down at her. What was she supposed to remember? Oh yeah, uncontrolled nympho-sex. Needing him so badly it hurt.
Hell, it hurt now.
“What, Matthias, all that incredible control you’ve had over the last three weeks is finally fraying? Poor baby. So much for all that Breed training to control your baser impulses.”
Had she really said that? Obviously she had, because he was staring at her as though she were crazy.
“Have you lost your mind?” He asked her slowly. “Do you think that now in any way resembles the last three weeks? Sorry, baby, I hadn’t tasted that hot little pussy then. I have now, and trust me, the need for more is wearing my control thin.”
“It was a decision you made, not me.” Her finger poked into his chest. “How many low-cut blouses did I wear? Would you like to know how many times I didn’t wear panties under my skirt or took my bra off after we came to my apartment? It didn’t bother you then, why should it bother you now?”
And he was right, she was crazy. She was aroused, and she was mad. This was her damned vacation, and he was messing it up. What was worse, he had been messing her life up for three weeks, and now she found out that she couldn’t even have a hot one-night stand with him without committing for life.
She would be damned if that was fair. Because she knew he was right. Sex with another man would never satisfy her, because he held her heart. She was in love with a killer, and she wanted to kill him for it.
“Do you think I didn’t know what you were doing?” His head lowered, his lips only inches from hers as he scowled down at her. “Do you think it was easy to try to be one of the good guys? To not take advantage of you and force you into this heat?”
“One of the good guys?” Her eyes widened, as her voice rose. “Where in the hell do you see yourself as a good guy? You are so fucking bad, you give the word a new meaning.”
• CHAPTER 9 •
Grace stared at Matthias in shock, as the words slipped past her lips. Amazingly, he didn’t become angry. He didn’t take her accusation in the worst light, and that wasn’t how she had meant it.
Though, she wasn’t certain how she had meant it. She just hadn’t meant it in the sense of the killing she had witnessed. The thought of that had her sobering further.
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “You like bad boys,” he accused her. “You told me you did.”
“That’s beside the point,” she huffed. “And stop making me crazy. You are making me crazy, you know.”
“Because you love me.” There was so much confidence in his voice that she grit her teeth in agitation.
“Don’t tell me how I feel, Matthias. I don’t like it.” She glared back at him. “You have to be the lousiest kidnapper in history.”
“Should I tie you to your bed?” he mused, his expression strained, despite the amusement in his eyes.
“You’d enjoy that too much,” she finally sighed before turning away and moving a few paces along the finely ground dirt that bordered the lake. “Would you give it up?” she finally asked, turning back to him.
“Give what up?” he asked, but she saw in his eyes that he knew what she was talking about.
“What you do.” The killing. The bloodshed. The danger.
He pushed his fingers through his long black hair. The moment he released it, an errant wind blew it back around his face, giving him a savage, warrior appearance.
He breathed in deeply, stared out over the lake, then turned back to her. “For you. As long as no danger threatens you.”
She felt herself trembling, hope surging through her, burning through her mind, as he stared back at her, his expression stoic.
“You wouldn’t hate me for it?”
“Grace, dammit, I love you,” he snarled. “Do you think I’m unaware that things have to change if you accept me? That what is acceptable as an unmated male would be unacceptable as a mated one? For God’s sake!” He glowered down at her. “Do you think I was born stupid?”
She shook her head slowly, a smile trembling on her lips. “No. You weren’t born stupid, Matthias.”
“What about you?” he growled. “Could you forget Albrecht? Could you forgive what you saw for a life with me?”
She licked her lips slowly. “I understand why you did it. Why you feel you had to do it. Because of what he did to you and to those you knew, you would have had no choice.”
But she couldn’t face a life with him, never knowing who he would kill next, or why, or living with the fear that the day would come when he would make a mistake. That he would take an innocent life. No man was perfect, and eventually she feared, he would shed innocent blood. That she found too hard to accept.
“So I make this promise to give it up. It doesn’t mean I won’t continue to fight for Breed rights. I won’t sit back and watch my people die without working to help them.”
“I understand that.”
“The least I can do is be an enforcer, an agent for the Bureau of Breed Affairs.”
“I can handle that.” She knew about the bureau and their work.
He nodded slowly. “Then come here, mate, take me.”
Instantly, Matthias’s expression transformed from pure self-assurance, to wicked, carnal arrogance. His lips became fuller, his gaze darker, his thick black lashes lowering as a hard flush stained his cheekbones.
The sensuality he had kept locked inside was finally free. It glittered in his eyes, turned them to dark, whiskey fire, as he watched, waited for her to come to him, for her to accept him.
Grace cleared her throat. “An aphrodisiac in your tongue, huh?”
His lips quirked with a decidedly anticipatory grin.
“Hot, uncontrolled sex?”
A growl rumbled in his throat.
“Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.” She stepped to him, her hands sliding from his chest to his shoulders, as his head bent and her lips touched his.
There was no drugging sensation, only sweet, hot pleasure. His lips moved slowly over hers. They both learned the shape and texture of each other, held back, and relished this first touch.
Grace lifted one hand from his shoulder, her lashes lifting, so she could stare into his face with dazed fascination, as she touched his whiskered cheek.
He looked disreputable. Wild and bold. And he was all those things. But his gaze, though burning with arousal, was tender, his hands gentle as one threaded through her hair and the other gripped her hip.
“Like sunshine,” he whispered against her lips. “That’s how you taste, Grace.”
Her lips parted, accepting his again, her tongue reaching out to lick at the harder curves of his. He jerked, his hands tightening on her, as he pulled back.
“Come on.” He gripped her wrist and began striding quickly to the cabin.
“Wait.” She stumbled along behind him. “What happened? What are you doing?”
“I refuse to take you outside,” he snarled, moving up the steps to the porch. “We’re going to the bedroom.”
“Well, you could have kissed me properly, just once,” she argued a bit peevishly. She had been waiting for that kiss.
“Once I get my tongue in your mouth we’re both goners.” He slammed the door behind them, set the security alarm on the doors and windows, and continued toward the bedroom.
As the bedroom door slammed behind him, he turned, wrapped his arm around her hips, and jerked her to him.
“Now,” he groaned. “Sweet God in heaven. Now!”
His lips descended on hers, parting them, making way for the stroke of his tongue and the spicy, heated taste of lust.
Grace had never imagined that lust had a taste, but it did. It was spicy hot, a hint of jalapeño and the taste of a tropical breeze. It was fine whiskey with an undertone of honey, and it was addictive. Once she had the first taste of him, she knew why he had hesitated to kiss her. Because she could never get enough. She wanted his kiss inside her forever.
Her lips surrounded his tongue, hers battled with his and suckled at it with delirious demand, arching in his arms. She moaned into his lips, felt his groan and his hands. Hands that pulled her clothes from her body. Hands that moved her fingers to the band of his pants.
She tore at the metal closures, releasing the band quickly, before sliding her hands inside to test the muscular contours of his sexy male ass.
“You taste good,” she moaned, as his lips lifted from hers to lower her to the bed. “I need more.”
“More is what you’ll get.”
He sat on the bed, jerked his boots off, then straightened and removed his leather pants. Of course, he went commando. No underwear. She wished he had worn underwear, she might have been better prepared for exactly how well endowed he was.
It wasn’t so much the length, which was impressive, but he was thick, thicker than she had expected. Thicker than any other man she had ever taken.
Fascinated, she sat up on the bed, reaching out with a single fingertip to touch the throbbing head of his cock. Of course, it was pierced. A silver bar pierced the ridge of its head, the locking balls at each end glittering in the sunlight that slanted through the window. It matched the piercings in his left nipple and ear.
“Any reason for this?” She touched the curved silver lightly. Then her gaze was caught by the two rune tattoos inside his thighs. She knew those. Strength and wisdom. He was both.
“Later,” he growled. “I’ll explain it later.”
Shadows flashed in his eyes, and she didn’t want them there. She wanted the flaming arousal back in full force. She wanted all his attention on her.
Grace lowered her head, parted her lips, and let her tongue swipe over the damp crest, pausing to pay particular attention to the silver piercing. She rolled her tongue over it, gripped the small locking ball with her teeth, and tugged at it gently.
Matthias froze. But the shadows were gone. His expression was watchful now, dark with sensuality. Grace parted her lips further and slowly lowered her mouth onto the straining, engorged crest of his cock.
“Ah, fuck!” His groan was followed by a hard, powerful clench of his abdomen. A second later, it was Grace’s turn to freeze.
That wasn’t just pre-cum that spurted into her mouth, and it wasn’t the consistency of semen. The taste was like that of his kiss, honey and spice, pure lust.
She stared up at him, her tongue licking over the thick head and the piercing, as she tried to analyze it. Tabloid rumors, fanatical accusations of perversions and animalistic characteristics flitted through her mind.
Maybe they weren’t all lies. Maybe the past ten years of accusations against the Breeds’ sexuality was more than just supposition. If it were, it gave a whole new meaning to the idea of wild sex acts.
She eased back, her lashes drooping over her eyes, as he watched her carefully.
“What’s next?” She breathed over the head of his cock, watching his cheekbones flush from arousal, as carnal knowledge lit his gaze.
“It’s a surprise,” he growled, the fingers of one hand curling around his thick shaft. “If I tell you, it would spoil it.”
Oh, he was bad.
“Could I convince you to tell me?” She lowered her mouth over the straining crest again and sucked it deep. She watched his face, as she worked his flesh with her tongue, with the suckling heat surrounding him. She gripped the silver that pierced his flesh with her lips, tongued it, then sank her mouth over his cock head once again.
His lashes drifted closed, as his body tightened further. A ragged growl rumbled in his chest. She loved that sound. The hotter he became, the more aroused, the deeper it became.
She knew what was coming, she could sense it. She could feel it. Her hand brushed his away, stroking the thick flesh slowly. She could feel the tension in the middle of the heavy length, a harder pulse of blood, the flesh more heated.
Another spurt of the pre-cum filled her mouth, as a groan ripped from his throat. His cock throbbed, the blood beating furiously through the heavy veins.
“Enough.” He drew back, ignoring her frantic attempt to hold him in her mouth.
She could feel the back of her throat tingling, a deeper hunger rushing through her.
“You’ll wait,” he snarled, pushing her back. “You’ll not destroy my control this time.”
“You have control left?” Her arms curled around his shoulders, as his lips moved down her neck. “I don’t think that’s fair. Mine’s gone.”
She could feel the burn now. It was racing through her, licking over her nipples, her clit. She arched to Matthias, rubbing the hot tips of her breasts against his chest, feeling the fine, silken body hair that was almost invisible to the naked eye. Damn, it felt good, though. Like rough silk rasping over her nipples.
“Do you feel it, Grace?” He whispered as his lips moved lower, his canines rasping over her collarbone. “Do you feel the need building? Burning inside you like its been burning inside me?”
She felt it. Her eyes closed in delirious pleasure with it. The sensations were nearly painful, the arousal building inside her until her womb was rippling with it.
“I’m going to make it burn hotter.” His voice was guttural now, hoarse with his own arousal just before his tongue licked over a nipple.
“Oh God, yes. Suck it.” She arched, driving the tight peak against his lips. “Suck my nipples, Matthias.”
Another growl. But his lips parted, and he sucked the tender tip inside.
Wet liquid fire wrapped around her nipple. He sucked her deep, his mouth hungry, his tongue stroking and licking, as her nails bit into his shoulders.
“Oh, that’s so good,” she moaned, her hips arching to grind her pussy against one hard, lean thigh, as he held himself above her. “It’s so good, Matthias. I love your mouth. I love your tongue.”
He caught the peak between his teeth, his tongue lashing it as she writhed beneath him. Tingles of electric sensation tore from the tip to her womb then struck with brilliant heat to the heart of her pussy.
She jerked in his arms, arched, cried his name.
“Sweet, Grace,” he whispered, kissing the swollen slope of her breast reverently, before pressing more kisses between the two mounds and easing slowly down her body. “I can smell your pussy. Sunlight and syrup and sweet cream. I’m going to eat my fill now. I’m going to lick that pretty pussy so slow and easy.”
“Oh yes,” she moaned, writhing beneath him, her legs falling farther apart as he neared the agonized flesh there.
Her hips lifted, as his lips grazed her hipbone. Her hand tangled into his hair, holding him to her as he whispered over the curls at the top of her pussy.
“Matthias, please.” Her heels dug into the bed as she lifted to him. “Now. Touch me now.”
His hands slid beneath the cheeks of her rear to hold her in place. Locking his gaze with hers, his tongue distended, sliding through the saturated slit with a long, slow lick.
Spikes of sensation shot through her. Tingles and flares and fingers of electricity arcing from nerve ending to nerve ending as the breath caught in Grace’s throat.
Sheer pleasure.
Her eyes closed, and her head tipped back as a keening cry spilled from her lips.
• CHAPTER 10 •
Matthias licked at delicate, creamy flesh, humming his pleasure in a long, low rumble. She tasted better than honey, better than sweet cream. The luscious juices spilling from her pussy were tinged with spice and spiked with pure sweet fire.
His hand
s kneaded her ass. Sweet delicate curves that clenched beneath his fingers as she lifted to him without reservation. And he accepted. He ate her with a greed he didn’t believe was possible, terrified he couldn’t get enough of the sweet, addictive juices spilling to his lips and tongue.
Stretching out along the bed between her thighs, he lifted her closer, staring up at her absorbed expression as slowly, so slowly he pushed his tongue into the gripping, spasming channel he had dreamed of.
Her pussy was like silk. It flexed around his tongue as she cried out again, her hands clenching in his hair, pulling him closer.
Matthias could feel the hormone spilling from his tongue into the sweet depths of her cunt. The potency of the taste was diluted by the sweet juices he sipped from her. He rimmed the opening, lapped at it like the favored treat it would now become. He could eat her for hours and never get enough. Lick her forever and die with the hunger beating at his soul.
“Oh yes,” her trembling voice speared through his senses. “Oh, Matthias, it’s so good.” She stretched beneath him, arching closer, as her hips worked her pussy onto his tongue.
His cock throbbed, the pre-cum spurting from it to the blankets beneath him. He wasn’t ready to fuck her yet, he thought desperately. Not yet. He had waited his entire life for this moment. For that one perfect moment, when touch, taste, moans, and whispered passions came into sync.
Everything melded together with Grace. Her taste was perfect. There was no scent of promiscuity, no taste of another who had gone before him. The Breed sense of smell and taste was often too good. But with Grace, there was only the sweet, heated taste of her woman’s passion.
Slick, silken, her juices clung to his lips, to his tongue, as he slowly drew back from her.
Swollen glistening folds of flesh drew his gaze. Silken damp curls, ruby red, passion flushed, her pussy lured him. He licked again, hearing her cry, then drew back to gaze at the slickness again.
Had any woman ever been so wet for him? He knew there hadn’t been. Only Grace. Farther up, her clit was swollen, fully exposed and flushed with need. He reached out with his tongue, curling around it and groaning at the taste of it.