Raise a Little Hell

by Cathryn Fox

  “I can still feel him. It’s faint, but it’s still there.”

  “That means he’s tracking you.”

  “What can we do?”

  His eyes locked on her lips and he knew he had so much more to tell her, so much more he had to learn about her, but that would have to wait. “We need to break his spell.”

  “How?” Frantic eyes searched his for answers. “How is it possible to break the spell he has over me?”

  “By falling under mine instead.”

  Chapter Four

  The second Connor’s lips crashed down on hers, desire moved through her, nearly weakened her knees. His tongue slipped between her lips and thrashed against the side of her mouth, hungry, demanding, needy.

  “Connor…please,” she murmured, pressing herself against him, letting him know in no uncertain terms just how much she ached to feel him inside her.

  He ran urgent hands down her back, and slipped them under her sweatshirt. As he feathered his thumb over the small of her back, coming perilously close to the crest of her buttocks, she grew slick between her thighs, her senses exploding like a supernova.

  She thrust her pelvis forward, urging him on. Connor broke the kiss and slowly sank to his knees, pressing his mouth to her body on his downward path. Shaky hands tugged on her hoodie, lifting it until he exposed her midriff. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured as he brushed his lips over her belly button, his tongue tasting her quivering flesh and drawing slow, sinuous circling with each luxurious pass. “And you taste so fucking good.” The warmth of his breath felt like fire on her skin and brought on a shudder.

  Her breast began to tingle—or rather ache—eager for his undivided attention. As though completely in tune with her needs, he inched back and whispered, “Undress for me, Nicole. Let me see you.”

  With her body pulsing hot, Nicole gripped the hoodie and pulled it over her head. She shook out her hair, enjoying the feel of the silky strands brushing over her bare shoulders. Connor’s hungry eyes locked onto her breasts and he let out a low moan of sheer appreciation. He relaxed back onto his heels. “Keep going,” he demanded in a soft voice.

  Nicole quivered under his appreciative glance, then shimmied out of the oversize sweatpants until she stood before him, completely naked, completely needy. As she trembled from head to toe, she reached out for him. “Connor…”

  He took a long moment to gaze at her nakedness then he glanced up at her, his eyes full of urgent need. “Yeah, baby?” The tenderness in his tone whispered over her body like a lover’s caress. Pressure brewed inside her and intense need left her breathless

  “I need you.” She could hear the impatience in her voice, amazed at the way her body beckoned his.

  As her aroused scent saturated the cabin, Connor climbed to his feet and gathered her into his arms. His low growl of longing reverberated off the walls and seeped under her skin. “I know, baby. Trust me, I know.”

  Three quick strides carried them into the bedroom where he deposited her onto the cushiony mattress. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart. Show me your pretty pussy.”

  Nicole’s pulse leaped. God, no man had ever made such a sinfully wicked demand before. How erotic. It made her felt sexy, wild, adventurous and completely and utterly admired, adored even, that he wanted to spend so much time just looking at her.

  Slick with need, she widened her legs and exposed her damp cunt to him. Connor wet his lips and inhaled, pulling her tangy scent into his lungs. “Are you wet like that because of me?” His eyes locked on hers, and the connection she felt with him was most powerful, and all consuming.

  Barely able to find her voice, she nodded and gripped the bedding.

  Smoldering eyes perused her body and he squeezed his hands, stretching the makeshift bandage. “Touch yourself for me.”

  She could feel her flesh suffuse with color as he drove her passion to never-before-known heights. Never had she masturbated for a man, never had she wanted to, until now. But she knew her body was strung so tight that if she touched herself, even just one little stroke, she was going to climax.

  “I’m so aroused it will make me come,” she confessed.

  Connor’s eyes softened, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He leaned forward and lightly brushed the tip of his finger over her trembling nipples. “But I haven’t even touched you yet.”

  “You don’t need to,” she murmured and diligently fought for some semblance of control. Goodness, she was about to erupt just from the way he was looking at her. Her eyes traveled to his crotch, where she caught his erection. She wet her lips and blatantly stared.

  “Would you like to see my cock?” he asked, and she shivered at the promise in his gaze.

  “Yes,” she managed to choke out. “I want to see all of you.”

  That seemed to please him. He made short work of his clothes, tossing them onto the floor forgotten. Lacking modestly, he stood over her and lightly stroked his gorgeous, rock-hard cock as his gaze drifted to the hungry fissure between her legs. Her fingers itched for a touch; her mouth salivated for a taste.

  As he focused on her dripping pussy, a muscle in his jaw clenched, his eyes darkened in anticipation. “Touch yourself, Nicole. Come for me.” His voice was breathy, intimate.

  Obliging, and needing relief before she spontaneously combusted, Nicole swiped her finger across her sensitive nub and cried out in bliss. When she heard Connor curse under his breath, it urged her on. She pressed on her clit harder, dragging her finger over it until it was swollen, inflamed. She slipped her other hand between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her tight sheath. Her hips came off the bed and she rocked against her probing digits. In no time at all her mind shut down, and heat whipped through her veins, racing to that one little spot on her body that was about to erupt with a hot flow of release.

  A whimper escaped her lips as she gave herself over to the sensation. Her fingers stilled and she tumbled into an orgasm, her cream spilling over her twin lips and dripping down to her anus.

  “Oh, yesss…” she cried out.

  “Now it’s my turn.” Before she even had time to come back down to earth, Connor gripped her legs, spread them wide and bent forward. His tongue seared her clit and bombarded her body with primal hunger. She writhed against the onslaught of pleasure as the soft blade of his tongue invaded her cunt. Nicole palmed his muscles and began trembling, panting as his burning mouth pressed hungrily to her sex. Her breath caught on a gasp and she couldn’t think, she could only feel. Connor lapped at her cream, drinking it in like a man dying of thirst. Her body trembled and she became overwhelmed with the way he was paying homage to her clit. The second he put a thick finger inside her, she climaxed again.

  “Oh, Jesus, Connor,” she cried out and thrust her hips forward. As she rode out every delicious wave, Connor remained between her thighs, lightly petting her lips until her spasms subsided.

  A long moment later he slid up her body, stopping to run his tongue over her breasts, greedily pulling her taut nipples into his mouth. She shimmied and she could feel his cock probing her soppy-wet entrance. He pressed his mouth to hers, and when she tasted her sweetness, another burst of lust rushed through her, breathing new life into her libido. White-hot desire claimed her and she squirmed, damn near mad with the need to have him inside her.

  “Fuck me, Connor. Now.”

  He brushed her damp bangs from her forehead, and his eyes never left hers as he eased his thick cock inside her, one inch at a time. She appreciated his gentleness, she really did. This man was big and powerful, yet so achingly gentle with her, and she could tell it was taking great effort to constrain himself, but she didn’t want any part of that. She wanted him wild, crazy, driving between her legs like a junkie in need of a fix.

  She squeezed her cunt muscles around his cock and watched the muscles along his jaw clench as he fought for control. He closed his eyes in distress as the gentle pressure pushed him to the edge. She did it again, and he gave a warning
growl. “Nicole—”

  Ignoring his plea, Nicole bucked forward and squeezed harder, and it was then that Connor’s composure slipped away and he gave himself over to his primal needs, thrusting his cock all the way up inside her. Pumping, ramming and driving her against the mattress so hard she feared the frame would break.

  “That’s it,” she said breathlessly. “That’s how I want you to take me.”

  “Oh, fuck,” he bit out, angling her body for deeper thrusts as moisture collected on his brow. He slipped a hand between their bodies and brushed the pad of his thumb over her engorged clit. His lips closed over hers and he kissed her hard while the depth of his penetration brought on her third and fourth orgasm.

  As her cream spilled over his cock, he said, “Jesus, that feels so fucking good.”

  “So good,” she echoed. She raced her fingers through his hair and whispered, “Connor, it’s never been this good.”

  “Nicole…” Her words seemed to unhinge something inside him and she could feel the pressure building in his body, coming to a peak.

  “That’s it, Connor.” Her fingers slid over his back until she cupped his buttocks and locked him to her. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

  Her words pushed him to the precipice and with one final thrust he stilled his movements, threw his head back and splashed his seed high up inside her. Nicole let out a low moan and reveled in every delicious pulse as he filled her.

  Connor collapsed on top of her, their perspiration melding their bodies as one, and she liked feeling the weight of his large body on top of her. She could feel his heart pounding, matching the erratic rhythm of her own.

  He buried his face in her neck and gave a deep growl. “Goddamn, girl, what the hell were you trying to do to me?”

  She laughed, and feigned innocence. “What on earth are you talking about?”

  He nibbled her earlobe. “Next time I’ll last longer, I promise.”

  “I liked watching you lose control, Connor.” A minute later she added, “So there’s going to be a next time?”

  “Fuck, yeah, and you’re not the only one with tricks up your sleeve. Take that as your warning, sweetheart,” he teased.

  She shivered at the promise in his voice. After a long moment he rolled to his side and pulled her to him. With a new intimacy between them, he smoothed her hair back, and a riot of emotions erupted inside her. As he held her, she relaxed in his arms and it was then that a melee of unanswered questions raced through her mind. He must have sensed the shift in her because he eased back and asked, “You okay.” His smile was full of tender concern.

  “Yes, I was just wondering how you knew you were a guardian.”

  “My grandmother was a guardian, and she, along with the PTF, began preparing me for my role when I was young.”

  She angled her head to see him. “So basically you’ve been a cop since you were a kid.”

  “Guess you could say that. We have different vibrations. Different energies. You must be able to feel that on me?”

  “I do.” She marched her fingers over his chest. “But how come I wasn’t discovered until now.”

  “Someone in your family must have been a guardian, but I’m not sure why they never properly prepared you.”

  “My parents died when I was just a toddler. Then I got sent halfway across the world to live with my estranged grandmother here in Chicago and practically raised myself on the streets. I guess I likely got lost in the system.”

  “Someone still should have followed up.”

  “Maybe they did, and figured I didn’t inherit any powers. I kept them under wraps since I was enough of a misfit as it was. Only Kaylea knows I can read auras and I’m a good judge of character.”

  “There is more to your friends than you realize, Nicole. But that’s a discussion best left for the two of you.”

  “Really? Do you think they know what I am?”

  “Not exactly, but I think you were drawn together for a reason. And I think Lucifer found you through them, and because you don’t have control yet, he’s able to manipulate you.”

  She dipped her head, touched his hands and examined his bandage. “I vaguely remember Kaylea saying something about a force field.”

  “They couldn’t break through it.”

  “But you could.”

  “Yes.”

  Sadness passed over her eyes. “You could have been killed.”

  His eyes darkened. “I wasn’t about to let him control you.”

  She looked at her own hands. “Why didn’t I burn?”

  “Because he needed you and kept you protected inside his force field.”

  He cupped her cheek and tipped her head until their eyes connected. “You’re very powerful, Nicole. But right now there is no time for me to teach you everything you need to know to fight off Lucifer if he makes another attempt to lure you in with his charm. We have to keep you hidden and off his radar until his time on earth is up.”

  “How often can he return?”

  “It takes months, years sometimes, for him to gather enough energy to send someone through. And you’ll be ready for him by then.”

  “I will be ready,” she announced.

  Tired eyes stared up at him and he pulled her impossibly closer. “Yes, you will. But for now, you need rest.”

  Chapter Five

  Connor woke to find the bed empty, the room cold. A quick glance at the window told him sunrise had come and gone and night was upon them once again. It also told him Lucifer’s time on earth was dwindling, and Connor just prayed that their never-ending lovemaking session had broken the spell Lucifer had over her.

  It takes years for a guardian to block their mind to Lucifer’s power of suggestion, and they didn’t have years, they only had hours. Under the circumstances, the only thing he could hope for was that their passionate sex had countered Lucifer’s control over her and put her under Connor’s spell instead. Otherwise, the depraved bastard would be able to track her.

  He heard a noise in the other room and set out to find Nicole. As he slipped from the bed, he removed his bandages and examined his hands, noting that they had already begun to heal, a perk of being a guardian.

  A surge of excitement whipped through him when he found Nicole stoking the fire, completely naked.

  He cleared his throat. “You shouldn’t walk around like that.”

  Nicole tossed another log into the stone fireplace and spun around. “No? Why?”

  “Because you have a beautiful ass, and if I see it bare one more time, I’m going to have to fuck it.”

  He watched her chest rise and fall as her breathing grew labored. They stared at each other, exchanging a long lingering look, then Nicole did something that completely caught him off guard and had his mind spinning out of control.

  She turned around, braced her hands on the stone hearth and widened her legs. “Then I suppose doing this is just asking for trouble?”

  A low growl rumbled up from the depths of his throat as his gaze dropped to her beautiful heart-shaped ass, and in that instant he almost shot a load off. “Nicole…” he said as he hastily closed the distance between them. He pressed his chest to her back and slid a hand down her body to widen her lush ass cheeks. “You want this, baby? You want my cock in here?”

  “I think need is more like it,” she professed, then shimmied against him, driving his cock into the small of her back. Connor circled his hands around to cup her breasts and buried his mouth into the soft curve of her neck. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to make this so good for you.”

  Her moan prompted him into action. He slid one hand down her belly, and slipped a finger between her legs to find her warm, and wanting, her curls damp with her passion. “Christ, it makes me crazy when you get wet like this for me.”

  “And you haven’t even touched me yet,” she murmured. The pleasure in her voice excited him.

  Connor kissed a path down her back and dropped to his knees. He ran his wet tongue over her plump c
heeks and felt her shiver under his touch.

  With tender care, he slipped his hand between her legs, and brushed his index finger over her swollen clit until she was dripping with cream. He dipped into her hot feminine desire and used it to lubricate her back entrance.

  She squirmed against him when he pushed a finger inside her. “Easy, baby, I’m going to take this real slow.” He took his time to widen and relax her ringed passage, preparing her for his girth.

  When she began to move against him, he carefully inserted another finger. “How does it feel?”

  “Different, but good,” she said, and began to sway ever so slowly against him, tightening her ass muscles around his probing digits. Just feeling her work his fingers had his cock throbbing. “Christ, girl, if you continue to do that I’m going to shoot off early and you’re never going to believe I’m not a premature ejaculator.”

  Nicole gave a breathy, intimate laugh, and the sound filled his insides with joy. As he continued to widen and stretch her, his body began to vibrate with need.

  “Connor.” Her voice sounded raspy, sexy.

  “Yeah?”

  She inched forward, tipping her ass up for him. “Can I feel your cock inside me now?”

  Connor growled, unbridled desire whipping through his blood. Fuck, he hungered for her in ways that made him delirious. “Jesus Christ, you’re going to be the death of me.” He dipped into her cream again and soaked her passage, then slowly he began to ease his hard cock into her. When she winced and sucked in a tight breath, he slowed even more, and slipped a finger around her body to toy with her clit.

  “Easy, baby, I got you. Just relax.” A surge of warmth flooded his veins when she began opening for him. “That’s a girl.” He pushed a little more, one inch at a time until he was buried deep inside her beautiful ass. An invisible band tightened around his heart at the sight of his dick disappearing into her body.

  “Nicole…” he murmured as something that felt suspiciously like love rushed to his heart. “Nicole, baby…”

  He heard her moan, low and deep, and he began to rock his hips, nice and easy. She met each thrust, welcoming him inside her. He rode her ass, long and hard until they were both shaking for release.