Obsidian pinned her to the wall with his body, driving deep, hips punishing with every delicious thrust, sending blood rushing to her head as she spiraled into the ether. There was no tenderness in the way he held her, no benevolence in the violence that sparked. Only hunger, passion, an urgency so powerful she was helpless to resist.
“More,” she cried out.
“Everything,” he growled, more beast than man.
She’d never been so out of control, so completely consumed, and that was saying something considering the past couple of weeks. But something was happening between them. It was a pivotal moment, that inevitable point of no return.
His tongue licked at her neck, his fangs lightly scraping the sensitive flesh, snapping the tenuous grip she had on sanity.
“Obsidian…” A sharp gasp escaped when he lightly nipped her with his teeth, the pain euphoric. “Please. Don’t stop.”
His head lifted, silver eyes meeting hers.
Penelope tilted her head to the side. “Now, Obsidian.”
He growled. But rather than sink his fangs into her neck, his mouth was forceful when it covered hers. He drove deep inside her, retreated, drove in again. She cried out as the first wave of orgasm shattered her, left her reeling as he drove her higher once more, never relenting, taking everything and expecting more.
When the next orgasm hit, it was stronger than the first, leveling her. Penelope was panting, her muscles like noodles.
As though he hadn’t just banged two orgasms out of her, Obsidian carried her over to the sofa, dropped onto it. She was still impaled on his erection, and the move had her groaning, shards of pain penetrating her core. But this was the sort of agony that turned into a craving, an unnatural desire. Purely erotic, a dark promise of what was to come.
“Ride me,” he bellowed, tugging at her dress, pulling it over her head. It disappeared, leaving her mostly naked in his arms.
The sound of fabric tearing signaled the complete removal of her panties, their tattered remains tossed away. Unimportant.
Penelope rocked her hips forward, back, trying to take more of him. He was so big, so thick, filling her, stretching her. She worked herself on him, selfishly taking the pleasure he offered.
With her eyes locked with his, she willed him to see her true need. What she was desperate for.
Dragging her hair to one side, Penelope tilted her head. His eyes instantly dropped to her neck.
“Now, Obsidian,” she whispered. “We both need this.”
His big hand curled behind her neck, his eyes meeting hers as though seeking reassurance. She leaned toward him, sighed when his lips pressed to her neck. She could feel him pulsing inside her as she rocked on his erection.
“I love you,” she whispered, encouraging him to take what she freely offered. “I want this, Obsidian.”
He groaned, his hand tightening on her neck.
She stilled when she felt his fangs, a hint of fear running through her.
He pulled back suddenly, clearly sensing her emotions.
This time, Penelope gripped his head, pulling him toward her as she leaned in again. “Now, Obsidian.”
She inhaled sharply when his fangs brushed her skin, a second later piercing her.
There was only a prickle of pain, an exquisite euphoria following quickly on its heels. An inexplicable desire bloomed throughout her entire body, and she came as he drank from her, her body melting against him. Ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever felt consumed her, dragged her under. He growled low in his throat as he sucked at her neck for what felt like eternity. She could feel his need for more, but his self-control overruled his thirst. His tongue caressed her once, twice.
When Obsidian pulled her mouth back to his, he was gentle, sucking her tongue before kissing her deeply, thoroughly. His hands moved to her hips, guiding her forward, back. Penelope moaned, once more overcome with emotion, unable to get enough. His lips moved, trailing over her jaw, down her chest. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his teeth nipping, pain dancing erotically over her skin.
His hand fisted in her hair once more, this time pulling her head all the way back, her chest thrusting forward. She flattened her hands behind her, gripping his thighs to maintain her balance as he propelled his hips upward, distracting her when he sucked her nipple between his teeth, then bit down.
She came again, crying out his name as the orgasm surprised her.
“One more,” he growled, rolling them both until he was over her, pushing her into the cushion as his hips swiveled, then jerked.
He hammered into her, his hands finding hers, lifting them over her head. He transferred one so that he held her captive with one hand, his other snaking between their bodies. When he thumbed her clit, Penelope screamed, another orgasm cresting, knocking the air from her lungs.
And when Obsidian threw back his head and roared, his cock pulsing deep inside her, Penelope gave herself over to him.
Mind, body, soul.
Completely and utterly at his mercy.
From now until eternity.
Chapter Twenty-One
Saturday, August 10, 2019
ECLIPSE HAD CONSIDERED NOT GOING OUT WITH the others even though it had originally been his idea. Right up until he heard Obsidian and Penelope going at it in the third-floor living room. At that point, he figured it was more a means of survival than anything else. The last thing he wanted was to endure the sexual energy that billowed through the mansion when those two came together. He was having a hard enough time, thank you very much.
Luckily, he’d gotten out of there before that happened.
“And what exactly made you decide this was a good idea?” Taayin muttered as they stepped into the overcrowded club, the one that clearly had more occupants than real estate.
Part of him wished he’d left the grouchy lieterra back at the mansion. The male was in a mood tonight, and since Eclipse was, too, it likely wouldn’t fare well for either of them.
“Why don’t you grab a drink,” Eclipse insisted, making his way to the bar, desperate to leave them all behind.
When he’d made the suggestion of a night out, he’d intended to slip out of the mansion with Søren in tow. Plans changed when Gryffyth got wind of the outing. Next thing Eclipse knew, Gryffyth had invited every male and female in the house. At some point, word must’ve gotten out, because Asmia and Ziana had turned up, as did Acadia and Elina, the Fae as eager to get their drink on as they were.
So, here they were, making a night of it.
Truth was, Eclipse wasn’t here for a drink or a party. He was hoping to get a lead on his amsouelot. Not that he figured she’d be here after the tragic incident she’d endured a few days ago. Still, hope sprung eternal.
“What can I get you, handsome?” the blond bartender asked, her steady brown eyes surveying him as he stepped up to the bar.
“Scotch, neat.”
She gave an assessing nod. “Coming right up.”
When she walked away to do her thing, Eclipse surveyed the jam-packed club. Not his usual choice for a watering hole, but since there weren’t many options in Telluride, he figured this would have to do. The populace seemed younger, more energetic. Between the strobe lights and the noise disguised as music, his senses were bombarded from all angles. Not even the dark shades helped much.
The bartender returned and he traded cash for the drink, then headed toward a darkened corner. He noticed Oliver at the bar tossing back two shots in rapid succession. The male had agreed to the outing because he’d been hoping to make a break for it. And Eclipse didn’t even need to read the human’s thoughts to know that. It was in his body language. He was twitchy, anxious. Little did the fool know but Eclipse had tethered them with invisible rope. Should Oliver get more than fifty feet away, the shock the human would receive would not only knock him on his ass but make him rethink his desire to ditch.
Oddly, Eclipse was hoping he was paying attention when it happened because he could use a laugh.
But this wasn’t either.
His gaze came to rest on the female from the alley. She looked just as he remembered. Shoulder-length blond hair, cornflower-blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a dimpled chin. A devastating beauty. His amsouelot.
“Holy fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as he watched her.
She was chatting it up with a male wearing a belt buckle that said he was overcompensating for something. The black hat on his head and the shiny pearl buttons on his shirt made him blend in with two dozen other cowboys in the club. Eclipse watched the two of them, an overwhelming possessiveness burning in his gut. He shoved it down, refused to acknowledge it. Probably not a good idea to make a scene in this place.
He figured it was going to be difficult enough to get close to Orianna considering he’d offed the male in the alley. Last thing he needed to do was piss her off by leveling one of the males. For all Eclipse knew, he could be a friend.
For both their sakes, he better be a friend.
EVER HEARD THE SAYING GOOD THINGS COME to those who wait?
Perfidious wasn’t a big believer in it. Or he hadn’t been.
Until tonight.
Somehow he’d let Seraphina talk him into coming to this backwoods redneck brothel disguised as a dance club. Imagine his surprise when he found not one but four of those damned angels chatting it up with the locals.
He knew without searching that Penelope wasn’t present, nor was the behemoth she was shacking up with. They were too smart to venture out. Perfidious was more than certain they were aware he was on their trail. Didn’t matter that he’d changed bodies twice since he left Vegas, they would still have a bead on him. They always did.
Good thing he knew how to be one step ahead at all times.
As he stood, imagining exactly how he intended to slay every last one of them, his attention was snagged by a beautiful blond sitting at a table in the back. She was there with a couple of other females, talking, laughing.
Instantly, the thought of demolishing the angels dissolved like ash, drifting off in the wind as a new plan formed in his mind.
Okay, so it wasn’t necessarily a new plan. It had been his goal all along. Sirius and Seraphina thought he was marching to the tune of Lucifer’s orders, but in reality, Perfidious was making his own beat. He couldn’t give a fuck less about the amsouelots at this point. He had much more pressing concerns.
Namely, getting that damn Fae beneath him where she belonged.
Of course, he wasn’t an idiot, so he’d been biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to spring his plan into action.
He’d waited. Good things came.
With a smirk, Perfidious set his glass down on the bar and made his way through the throng. After making a detour to the DJ on duty, he started toward her. He came up short when one of the males stopped at the table, whispered something in her ear. The instant he shot across the room in the opposite direction, Perfidious marched right up to the Fae and smiled down at her.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
Asmia peered up at him briefly before her gaze followed the male who’d walked away.
He’s not here to save you.
Personally, he couldn’t fathom how the male could even stand to be away from her. Perfidious had been watching them all night, saw the way they made eyes at one another, felt their chemistry, yet they maintained a safe distance as though they had no choice. They were most certainly indulging in some sort of relationship but, for whatever reason, kept it on the down low.
As for how serious it was, Perfidious didn’t know. Nor did he care.
Asmia’s big blue eyes scanned his face. He watched as she tried to place him, figure out how she knew him. When she realized she didn’t, she offered a smile.
“Care to dance?” he suggested, knowing she’d been intending to do that, but hadn’t been able to talk her companion into taking her for a spin on the dance floor.
She fanned her face as though the heat was too much for her. “I should probably wait for … my friend.”
“One dance. I’ll have you back in your seat before he returns.” Perfidious met her gaze, held it, adding a bit of mind control to ensure she didn’t reject him. He wasn’t entirely sure it would work on a Fae, so imagine his surprise when a bright smile beamed back at him.
“I hope you’re a good dancer,” she said as she slipped her long, delicate fingers in his hand.
“You have no idea, gorgeous.”
She smelled like roses, a sweet scent that went right to his head, made him wonder what she’d look like sprawled naked on a thousand red petals.
The DJ was making his way back to his fancy setup as Perfidious tugged Asmia toward him.
“Looks like we’ve got some seduction taking place right now,” the DJ announced. “How about something sinful?”
The crowd cheered as a rousing beat began.
Bodies embarked upon the dance floor as Perfidious drew Asmia to him, one hand flattening against her lower back, the other sliding into her hair as he brought her cheek to his.
“Such a lovely creature,” he whispered against her ear, enjoying the way her long, lithe body molded to his. “So hot and eager.”
With his fist in her hair, he pulled her back so he could meet her eyes.
Deep inside her, there was an urge to resist him, but Perfidious maintained enough control to override it. Ensuring she understood he was in charge, not her. He held all the cards, made all the rules. It was ultimately his decision as to whether or not she would succumb to his advances.
And she most definitely would.
Eventually.
Asmia whimpered, her hands gliding over him as she gave in to the subtle nudges he gave her mind.
Perhaps he was indulging a bit more than he intended, but Perfidious was unable to banish the thought of feeling her skin on his. Not since the night he’d met her. Every thought he’d had since was plagued with raunchy thoughts of the two of them together. Now as she ground sinfully against him, her body seeking the pleasure of his, he knew resisting her was no longer an option.
“I don’t even know your name…” She moaned softly, her body moving intimately against his.
“Perfidious,” he whispered into her ear. “Say it. Say my name.”
“Perfidious,” she purred, her legs spreading as he slid his thigh between them.
He was tempted to take her to a dark corner, to lift that sexy little black dress and push deep inside her lush heat, but he resisted.
It was all about the build up, after all.
“You can feel me, can’t you?”
“Yes.” Asmia sighed, tipping her head back, exposing her long, sleek neck as the seductive sounds moved through and around them.
He grazed her skin with his lips, caressing her with his tongue.
He’d waited so fucking long to get his hands on her, his mouth. Her taste went right to his head, made every minute he’d spent thinking about her worth it. But it was too difficult to maintain the control on her mind when she was driving him to the point of insanity, which was the only reason the connection broke.
She lifted her head, met his eyes, and he could see the concern. Taking back control was easy enough, just a little push on her mind, assuring her he was the male she wanted to be with. As long as she was looking at him, she couldn’t refuse him.
“You want me, Asmia. You want what only I can give you.”
Her hips rolled as she ground her sex against his thigh, desperate to get closer. Perfidious fed her need, cupping her ass, holding her to him as she sought the release the friction promised. He wanted to see her face when she came, to hear his
name on her lips. It became his sole focus. One song blended with another, equally as dark, just as alluring.
Asmia remained in his embrace for long minutes. Every time she came close to orgasm, he refused her, maintaining the control he had on her body and her mind.
The male she’d been with reappeared near the bar, drawing Perfidious’s attention. He was searching for her, eyes scanning all the bodies. It wouldn’t take but a minute for him to locate her, and for now, Perfidious intended to keep his presence a secret. This game they were playing was far too intense for him to out himself yet.
Turning his attention back to Asmia, Perfidious connected with her mind once more. “When you walk away from me, you won’t remember this moment. You’ll forget you were in my arms, but you’ll crave me. Your body’ll burn for mine. When you touch yourself, it’ll be my fingers you feel.”
She whimpered softly.
“And you’ll dream about me, Asmia. When you sleep, you’ll feel my mouth on you. It’ll make you hot, desperate. No other male will be able to give you pleasure. You’ll use their bodies, but it’ll be my face you see when you orgasm, my name that’ll whisper from your lips.”
“Please … Perfidious…”
He smiled back at her. “Not yet, gorgeous. We’ve got time yet. I want you to crave me the same way I crave you. And when it’s time for me to claim you, you won’t be able to resist me.”
He crushed his mouth to hers. She kissed him roughly, as though she couldn’t get enough.
Perfidious jerked his mouth from hers, refusing her the release she sought.
“Until next time, gorgeous.”
With a grin on his face, Perfidious turned her away, watched that delicious ass as she sauntered off.
Until next time.
PENELOPE WOKE IN A FAMILIAR ROOM WITH a very familiar body next to hers. Somehow she knew night had fallen, the shutters would be rising soon enough, but for the moment, she welcomed the darkness.
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