by Mayburn, Ann
Before she could say anything, he slipped away into the crowd. Aiden swept her up into his arms, his grip possessive and he turned to glare at Devon's retreating back. “I'm sorry he forced you to dance with him. I got wrapped up talking with my mother and her friends. It won’t happen again.”
“It's okay,” she said with a soft smile as she smoothed his jacket. “He's a prick, but he didn't mean any harm.”
Still glaring at the part of the room that Devon had disappeared into, Aiden said, “Yeah, well, I didn't like the way he was looking at you. Like a hungry man looking a steak.”
Feeling uncomfortable at his accurate observation, she tried to lighten the mood. “Don't worry. You're the only one who gets to eat me.”
He watched her intently, studying her face. As his eyes darkened, her nipples tightened beneath her dress, as she became extra aware of the heat coming off his body. She knew the moment he lowered his shields because those phantom hands that he somehow had were caressing her all over her body, making her knees so weak he had to pull her tight against his body to keep her upright as desire flowed like fire through her body and settled in her swollen sex.
“Come home with me tonight,” he said simply, and his thumb ran a possessive path down her spine toward her butt.
She’d opened her mouth to protest that Chrissy would be waiting for her when he lowered his shields further, his warm amber scent and energy brushing over her in a caress. It sent a shiver down her body, pulling a soft moan out of her as she hovered on the edge of an unexpected orgasm. Several of the Chosen on the dance floor glanced over and smiled or smirked at them. She hid her face against his chest. “Okay.”
She had just enough time to grab her wrap and purse, then Aiden nearly dragged her out of the ballroom. Eliana said good-bye to his family as they passed them on the way out, and she thought she saw his mother give a satisfied smile as he hustled her out the door.
Chapter
As Aiden drove down the driveway of the country club, he placed his hand on her thigh and began to slowly slide his way up. She quirked an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything as he gently stroked her skin. He kept his eyes on the road, but his hand inched steadily upward and she shivered at the feather light touch of his fingers over her skin.
The radio played a dance song with a heavy techno beat that throbbed through the speakers, making conversation without yelling impossible. She sucked in a hard breath through her nose as his fingers crept over her inner thigh, and she let her legs fall open. Closing her eyes, she marveled at how erotic it felt to have his hands moving with such slow and soft touches as the music moved to a rapid beat that made her pulse pound.
She let out a sigh when his fingers ran over the lace edge of her panties and along her hip. Ever so slowly, he slid his hand farther up her dress, the palm of his hand cool on her heated flesh. Every time he touched her she thought it was the best feeling ever, then he would touch her again and she’d had to redefine her idea of pleasure.
“Oh, Aiden.” She sighed as she shifted her hips to give him better access. She bit her lower lip when he rewarded her with one long finger slowly moving over the damp silk of her panties. That finger teased over her clit, pressing the damp satin of her panties into her with a firm touch. A bolt of need made she arch her back and grind her hips into his hand. Not looking at her, he moved his hand back to her inner thigh, softly caressing.
Trying to angle her hips to get his hand back where she wanted it, she whimpered when he wouldn’t return his fingers to her throbbing clit. She was aching for his touch, and he continued to tease her. Instead of touching her where she wanted, he traced his long fingers over the satin covered lips of her pussy, making her already swollen sex ache. When he continued to tease her, continued to wind her tighter and tighter, she tried to grab his wrist and make him touch her, but he was too strong and continued his light torment with a devilish grin. Well, two could play that game. With a small smile, she pulled the bottom of her dress up and slid her panties down over her legs.
Holding the panties up a few inches from his face, she teasingly dropped them into his lap. He glanced down and arched a brow at her with a slow smile. She leaned over and gripped her hand around his stiff cock through his pants, rubbing the satin of her purple panties over him. He felt so hard and good in her hand, but he’d feel even better in her pussy, filling her like only he could.
The car swerved as he thrust into her hand, and the driver of the car behind them laid on its horn. Giving her a hot glare, he sped the Hummer and made a hard right into his drive, opening the gate with a remote. She responded by gripping him harder, then teasing the rim of the crest of his shaft with her thumb. Then, taking a page out of his playbook, began to trace around his cock, almost touching but not quite. He thrust up and she pulled her hand away all together, ignoring his silent snarl.
She laughed and slid her skirt up so her hot flesh was exposed to the cool air and his gaze. He kept looking from her body to the road, the car slowing as he became more and more distracted. Thankfully they were on his private drive now, but oh how she loved making him lose control like this. It made her feel powerful, wanted, and oh so turned on.
Looking into his eyes, she slowly licked one finger, enjoying his slightly pained expression. She ran it down the soft mound of exposed flesh between her legs, her eyes fluttering shut with pleasure as she rubbed her clit. The delicious danger in teasing him made her body tight with need, as did the desire to make him lose control.
With a curse, he stopped the car and threw it into park. They were about halfway between the street and his house, the road curving behind a stand of trees. The headlights of the Hummer threw harsh shadows on the lawn.
She gave him a questioning look as he opened his door. He came over to her side and jerked the door open, then put his large hands around her waist, lifting her out of her seat and against him. As they shared a deep, heated kiss, he unbuckled his pants, freeing himself from his zipper with a low grunt before handing her a condom.
She tore it open, sliding it over his length with a rough sigh. He backed her against the closed back door of the idling Hummer and held her in place with one hand as he worked the edge of her dress over her hips. For a moment he paused and looked into her eyes before leaning over and giving her a soft, probing kiss that was a stark contrast to his earlier rough handling.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered against her lips. “You strip away my self-control, turn me into a rutting beast with no more than a smile. I’m addicted to you. Addicted to your taste, your smell, and this tight little pussy that takes my dick so well.”
He licked and bit her delicate collarbones as he ran the head of his cock back and forth over her meltingly hot pussy. She was wet and slick with desire, and he slid easily into her. They both sighed as he slowly lowered her weight onto his hard cock, then paused and she breathed in his scent, enjoying the sensation of being filled by him. It felt so good to be held in his arms, especially after having to behave all night at the country club.
She marveled at his strength as he easily pinned her against the metal of his Hummer that still vibrated with the bass of the music. He held her gaze as he moved in and out of her in long, sure strokes, his hands gripping her ass while she held on to his shoulders. The feeling of the wind on her bare lower half was terribly erotic, and she felt herself swiftly approaching her release after the long, slow tease on the drive here. She let her eyes close as the orgasm tightened her pussy and gasped as the slow, powerful contractions of her orgasm made her writhe against him. His hard cock moved slowly in her, stroking out the climax and prolonging it as he groaned at the sensation.
He waited until she recovered, holding her and filling her with small, gentle movements. As she began to respond to his thrusts again, he growled, “I want you to come again. I want to feel you clench around me as I fill you up.”
She groaned in reply, locking her hands into his hair and urging him deeper. Only Aiden could make her
feel this cherished and desired. He widened his stance and began to pound into her harder and faster. She jerked against him, creating delicious friction in time to his movements. Eliana felt the heat building in her body as she got closer to her release. He moved the angle of her hips so her clit was pressed tight to his body, grinding into him as he pounded into her.
“Aiden, I'm almost there, don’t stop, you feel so good,” she said with her eyes closed. He gripped her even harder and buried himself in her as deep as he could go, grinding her against his body. She let out a low cry as she felt her orgasm crash over her, gripping his body within hers. The low growl against her neck and his shudder let her know he was joining her.
Perfect, he was perfect.
They slid down the side of the Hummer in a heap. Aiden moved so he was sitting against the car with her on his lap. They breathed heavily before she began to laugh and cover his face in light kisses.
With a smile, he said, “What's so funny?”
“Well, at least we made it to your driveway. Thank the gods we're not getting arrested right now for lewd acts in public.”
He laughed as she stood up and moved her dress back into place. Disposing of the condom, he tucked himself back into his pants and helped her into her seat with a grin. After hopping back in the car, he held her face between his hands and gave her a long, slow kiss. His thumbs stroked across her cheeks in rhythm with his tongue.
Her heart constricted at the tenderness of the kiss, the affection she saw in his eyes. Gods how she loved him, but she wasn’t ready to tell him that quite yet. This was all moving so fast and she was afraid that maybe he didn’t feel the same as she did. He continued to look at her, a small smile on his lips and joy in his eyes, before he placed a soft kiss on her nose and put the SUV into drive. The rest of the journey back to his house went by quickly and by the time they made it through the front door she was pretty sure her heart would burst from happiness. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, told her more than words ever could how much he adored her and the sentiment was totally mutual.
They ran to his bedroom in the house and exchanged their dress clothes for some thick and comfortable robes. He helped her take the pins out of her hair and brushed it gently as she lay on his chest, watching the fire burn in the elaborate green marble fireplace at the end of the room.
After a long, slow session of lovemaking, they both fell asleep, utterly spent.
****
Linda slowly pulled her hands out of the cavity of the corpse, a shiver going through her as she processed the information she’d just received. Absently, she wiped the blood off her hands and onto her coveralls. The flickering fluorescent lights did little to brighten the black-painted room. A large shiny drain sat in the floor, and a tall stainless steel cabinet dominated one wall. Currently one door of the cabinet was ajar, revealing what appeared to be dental tools.
“Dillon,” Linda said quietly, a happy smile beginning to break over her face. She was blonde again, and they were playing in Dillon's torture chamber in New Jersey.
Linda finally focused on the present and said louder, “Dillon!”
Dillon whipped his head up with a snarl. Gone was the suave Wall Street lawyer. In his place crouched a naked man covered in blood and bits of gore. In his hand, Dillon held a cigar cutter. The duct-taped man on the floor was missing four fingers so far.
“Dillon, I know how to save us. I got the information Eris needs,” Linda said, clapping her hands and laughing with joy.
Standing, Dillon strode over to Linda and gave her a tender look before placing a bloody kiss on her lips. “I knew you could do it, pookie. What did you find out?”
Linda's blood-painted lips turned in a secretive smile. “You'll have to wait and see, but it's going to destroy that little bitch and Rana's son too.”
Chapter
Eliana eased the door to her dorm room open and wondered why she felt guilty as she snuck in. It was a little after 7 a.m. and Aiden had dropped her off on the other side of the building. She’d done the walk of shame into the dorm, wearing the same party clothes she had left in the night before. The door guard gave her a knowing smile as she checked her ID and asked if she’d had a fun night.
As she tried to quietly close the door behind her, she heard Chrissy say from the bedroom, “And where have you been all night, young lady?”
With a sigh, Eliana removed her heels and padded into the bedroom in her bare feet. Chrissy lay on her side in her bunk with a smug look. Eliana was about to defend her honor when Jack's blond head and bare, freckled shoulder popped up on the other side of Chrissy.
Jack said, “Hi, bunny,” with a winning smile as Chrissy tugged the sheet.
Eliana stared at them both with an open mouth. Last she’d seen of Jack he’d been romance some pretty blonde at the party, and now he was in her best-friends bed. What the fuck was he doing in her best-friend’s bed? Jack's smile sagged, and Chrissy tugged the covers to her chin.
“Say something, bunny, or at least breathe,” Jack said nervously.
With a growl, she picked up her high-heeled shoe and threw it at Jack, narrowly missing Chrissy and putting a hole in the wall where his head had been.
“Get off my friend, you pervert!” Eliana yelled.
“Hey now, I'm a lover not a fighter,” Jack yelled back as he hid behind Chrissy, laughing. Chrissy began to giggle as well, and Eliana growled at both of them.
Jack whispered into Chrissy's ear, and she said, “Eliana, it's okay. I called Jack and invited him over last night. I got lonely when you didn't come home.”
Eliana felt a momentary flash of guilt. “If you're lonely, buy a dog. It'll be more loyal than Jack.”
Chrissy gasped. “Eliana! That is plain rude.”
Through gritted teeth, Eliana said, “Jack, please meet me in the TV room, dressed, ASAP.”
“Awww, bunny. Chrissy and I were about to start the day off right.”
Reaching behind her, she picked up one of Chrissy's marble mortars off her desk and cranked her arm back to throw it at Jack.
Chrissy yelled, “Hey, that's expensive!”
She put it down with a final glare at Jack before stomping into the next room. It might have been more effective of a stomp if she hadn’t been barefoot.
She perched on the edge of the couch and clasped her hands in her lap so hard the knuckles turned white. A minute later Jack came into the room wearing his tuxedo pants from last night and his white shirt partially buttoned. He shut the door and started to sit on the couch next to her. He decided to stand on the other side of the room when she snarled at him.
Just as she was taking a deep breath to let loose, Jack held up a hand. “Bunny, let me explain please—”
“Explain what? How you came back to my roommate for a booty call after I told you she was hands-off? How you manipulated your way into her bed? How you're going to use her as a one-night stand and leave me to clean up your mess? How you…”
She paused to take another breath, and Jack said in a serious voice, “Eliana, please.”
Hearing Jack use her actual name made her pause and glare at him, allowing him to speak.
Jack ran a hand through his wavy blond hair. “Loki wants me to date her.”
She thought about this and snorted. “Seriously, Jack? That's the best you could come up with? Loki wants you to date her? So your god is pimping you out?”
Looking offended, Jack said, “Hey, I'm being serious. You don't know what it's like to be Chosen. You don't know how much faith you put into your god, how you learn to trust their word and accept that they do know what they are talking about. So when Loki personally asks me to do something, I do it.”
“So you don’t even like her? You’re just following orders?”
“What? No, I like her. I like her a lot. She’s smart, and funny, and so fucking good at….errrr….she’s nice.”
Rubbing her face with her hands, she said, “Let's say, for one second, I believe you
r bullshit story. What did Loki tell you, and how did you snake your way into Chrissy's bed?”
Jack gave her a devilish grin. “Snake my way into her bed? You don't know your roommate well, do you? She jumped me and rode me till I was cross-eyed.”
“TMI!” she yelled and glared at him.
With a sigh, Jack said, “Loki visited me while I was using the bathroom at the country club. He thought it was funny that he made me pee on my shoe.” Seeing her grossed-out expression, Jack quickly continued, “He said Chrissy was going to be important in my future and that I was to become friends with her and supply her with any knowledge or help she needed. I thought it was odd because she's a witch and not affiliated with any Nordic Gods, so I asked him what was going on. Loki got all spooky and powerful on me and reminded me that we all are Servants of the Creator at the end of the day and that I better go make nice with Chrissy if I liked being able to pee standing up.”
“So, on the threat of potential neutering, you called Chrissy and sweet-talked your way into an invitation?”
“Ahhhh, not quite.” Jack put his hands in his pockets. “I thought she was cute and funny, and her aura was delicious, so I slipped her my card before we left with my cell phone number on the back. She actually called me after I left the country club and asked where you were.”
“What did you tell her?”
“The truth,” Jack said with a dimpled grin. “That you drove my younger sister, who had too much to drink, home and that you were probably staying the night.”
Leaning back into the couch, she uncrossed her arms and glared at Jack until he squirmed. “Do you swear that you didn't use any magic to get Chrissy into bed and that you won't hurt her if you can help it?”
“Jeez, bunny, what kind of asshole do you take me for?” He held up his hands when she opened her mouth. “Don't answer. Look, I'm not saying Chrissy and I are going to hook up and pick out curtains, but I do like her. She's dynamite in the sack with that tight little body…I mean like a ten.”