by Vivi Anna
“Liar.”
With a sigh Kat closed her eyes as Hades continued to stroke her pussy. In between long, languid thrusts with his fingers, he slid along her cleft and rubbed at her clit.
Wave after wave of pure pleasure rolled over her, keeping the other depraved hungers at bay. For the time being, she thought. It would take more than a few well-placed fingers to fight her blood lust.
Appearing to read her thoughts, Hades positioned himself between her thighs and gripped her hips, pulling her to her knees. The movement spread her legs farther apart and opened her sex wide. The breeze from the open window tickled her exposed flesh, eliciting shivers that cascaded over her body.
“I love you like this, Hell Kat. Open, waiting, vulnerable. And mine.”
With that, he thrust his cock into her, ramming it to the hilt in one singular move.
She cried out as he ground himself into her with wide pelvic circles. She could feel and hear his balls slapping against her cleft. Tilting up her ass, she urged him for more. She wanted, needed more of him. Even with him buried deep inside her pussy, she felt empty. She knew that the virus was burning her up inside, dissolving like acid everything decent inside her. She needed Hades to fill her up with something else. Anything else, to fulfill the void that was slowly taking over.
“More. Harder. Faster,” she panted as she bit down on the blanket on the bed and pushed against him.
As Hades increased his tempo, Kat could feel him probing her anus, sliding his fingers down to where her entrances joined and then back up again, rubbing her lubricating juices over her crevice. With slow, careful movements, he pushed one long, meaty finger into her.
“Ah, fuck yes,” she groaned, grinding against his hand.
With her encouragement, he slid another finger into her tight opening. As he pumped his fingers in and out, he continually rammed his cock into her. She was taking a pounding and she loved it. She’d never before been so stuffed. Hades’s cock was so thick and long, she could almost feel it in her throat each time he thrust forward.
She was very close to coming. A few accurate flicks on her swollen, aching clit and she’d explode. Too bad her hands were tied or she’d take care of it herself.
“Jesus, woman, you feel so fucking good,” Hades grunted as he buried himself deep and stayed there, moving his pelvis in short, quick bursts.
While his one hand fiddled with her anus, he reached around her hip and slid his fingers into her inner folds. He found her clit and rubbed at it hard. Quick, sharp spears of ecstasy zinged up and down her body when he pinched her sensitive nub between his finger and thumb. That’s all it took.
Every muscle in her body started to quiver. A hot, boiling ball of pleasure erupted inside her belly and radiated down into her pussy. She cried out as her orgasm slammed into her. Small bursts like explosions erupted all over her body. She had never felt anything remotely like it as her head spun and white, blinding light flashed behind her eyes.
Only seconds later, Hades joined her. With one powerful thrust, plunging his cock as deep as he could, he emptied himself inside her. Kat could feel her pussy tighten around him, milking him dry with each contraction.
Gasping for air, Kat collapsed onto the mattress. Hades went down with her, his cock still imbedded deep within her sex. As they lay there, their breathing labored, sweat still trickling down their bodies, Kat could barely think past her trembling form. Her mind was blank. And she thanked Hades for that. She couldn’t feel the virus.
“Did it work?” Hades asked, his voice muffled from the side of her neck.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He chuckled. “Now, that won’t be too bad to do every time you feel it rising, will it?”
She laughed with him. “No, that won’t be too bad.”
The virus lay dormant inside her. She could still feel it, sense it stirring deep inside. Although sex with Hades had controlled it this time, she knew one day that their love would not be strong enough to contain it. And she sensed that that day was coming soon.
But for now she would enjoy the afterglow of their lovemaking. And maybe a little more.
“Untie me,” she growled. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
Hades raised himself from her back and glanced down at her face. “Is it safe?”
“For now.”
Kat rolled over and peeked at Hades. He was sleeping with his arms and legs spread across the bed. She carefully pulled her arm out from under him and sat up on the edge of the bed. She gathered her clothes and dressed in silence.
Their lovemaking had been perfect. He had made it that way, especially for her. It was honest, beautiful, and true. That was why she hurt so badly inside. Because she was no longer any of those things. Or ever could be.
She glanced once more at Hades and reached over to touch his face. As a last reminder of his touch.
He opened his eyes and grabbed her hand. “Where’re you going?”
She could feel the tears welling in her eyes again. She sucked them back and tried to keep from shaking.
“Out.”
He stared into her eyes, searching for something. He finally released her hand and let his arm fall in defeat.
“Be safe.”
“I will.”
Kat couldn’t handle the way he studied her, as if privy to her most secret thoughts. She hoped he understood but couldn’t blame him if he didn’t. She leaned on the bed and covered his mouth with hers, kissing him softly, tenderly.
“You are everything I ever wanted in a man, in a partner.” She moved her mouth over his face and pressed her lips to his forehead. She wanted to stay there, pressed against him, breathing in his scent. “But you smell too damn good,” she murmured into his skin.
She closed her eyes against the tears and walked out of the room.
“I’ll be up north if you need me.”
Without looking back, she sucked in a breath and walked out the apartment door.
Outside, she jumped on her bike and kicked it over. She wiped at her eyes for the last time and slipped on her skullcap. She glanced up at the apartment window. But Hades wasn’t there.
She’d see him again, she hoped. There was just something she needed to do first. She needed to control the beast inside. Until then she couldn’t let herself love anyone. And not kill them in the end.
A thundering flap of air hit her in the face. She glanced up into the sky and saw a dark shape swooping in the sky above her. She smiled. At least she’d have company on her journey, even if it were a big, ugly mutated beast.
She booted the up stand and revved the bike. She turned right down the back alley and onto the main road out of town. Pulling on the handle to kick up the speed, Hell Kat rode out of town and into the blossoming sunrise.
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AFTER HOURS,
by Jodi Lynn Copeland.
Available now from Aphrodisia…
T here was something to be said about the way a woman danced. Between her body-hugging, short red dress and the arousing way she twisted her sleek curves, the woman who currently held Brendan Jordan’s attention seemed to be saying “do me” loud enough to be heard halfway across the hotel reception hall.
He glanced over at Mike Donovan, his one-time college roommate and the newest victim of matrimony, then nodded toward the blonde.
From his seat next to Brendan at the head table, Mike followed Brendan’s gaze. His grin turned from one of newly married idiocy to that of male understanding. “Pretty incredible, isn’t she?” he asked loudly, to be heard over the blaring music.
Drool-worthy was a more suitable way to describe her. Only, Brendan didn’t drool over women. If anything, the situation was reversed. They gave him the hot, hungry, fuck-me looks that made it clear what they wanted even before they approached. And, if they were lucky, he gave it to them.
The blonde wasn’t drooling over him. Judging by the dreamy expression that tugged her slightly too wide mouth into one of
the sexier smiles he’d seen, she wasn’t even aware there were other people in the room.
Brendan was aware, however. Aware of how damned long he’d been sitting there ogling her. Looking away, he took a long pull from his beer. He set the bottle back on the table before nonchalantly asking, “So, who is she?”
Mike’s eyebrows rose. “You haven’t met Jilly?”
“That’s her name?” Brendan gave the woman an assessing look. Jilly didn’t sound right. With breasts plump enough to fill his hands and a curvy ass that had the bulk of his blood firing straight to his dick, she deserved a far more sensual name.
“I’d just assumed with your new jo—”
Brendan glanced back at Mike. “My what?”
Mike’s gaze clouded over. After a few seconds, his grin returned—a little too deviously, in Brendan’s mind. Mike used to grin like that back in college, just before he pulled the kind of shit that ended up getting both of them in trouble.
“Never mind what I was about to say.” Mike pushed his chair back from the table. “Let me do the honors of introducing you.”
Brendan pushed back his own chair and stood. The blonde might not be eyeing him over the way he felt various other women doing, but that didn’t mean he needed Mike’s help in getting her to talk to him. There was a reason he’d earned the title of “The Midwest’s Most Eligible Bachelor” from People magazine. That reason wasn’t due to shyness around women, knockouts or otherwise. It was because of his money and heritage and, more than that, his business savvy. He’d opted to take a break from the financial aspects of business and try his hand at the advertising end of things less than two years ago. Already he was rising up the corporate ladder with relative ease.
“Thanks for the offer,” he said to Mike, “but I can handle things from here.”
“Sure thing. Just let me know when you need help.”
Brendan laughed at the absurdity of the statement. They might share a passion, and even wisdom, for success, but they sure as hell didn’t for females. Mike’s knowledge of women could fit into a thimble. If it hadn’t been for Brendan literally pushing him in his new wife’s direction, the man would still be single.
Single, free and happy.
Guilt edged through Brendan, quickly fading when he noted the nauseatingly doting smile Mike shot his bride’s way. Nothing to feel guilty about there, just as there was nothing to be learned. “The day I need help with women from you, Donovan, is the day I’ll have truly sunk to an all-new low.”
Mike glanced back at him, humor lighting his eyes. “Hey, whatever you say, man. Just remember you said that come Monday.”
What was Monday? The day he started in on his latest career venture with the high-power, Atlanta-based advertising firm Neilson & Sons, but what did that have to do with the she-devil working her magic on the dance floor?
Whatever it was, it wasn’t important enough to stay in his mind and, therefore, not important enough to worry over.
With a last look at Mike, whose attention was again on his wife, Brendan started across the room. He stopped on the edge of the light-brightened dance floor where a mass of females and a handful of males worked their bodies in a number of interesting moves. None quite so interesting as Jilly’s, however.
Her profile was to Brendan, but he could still make out far more than he’d been able to back at the table. Honey-blond hair framed an expressive face and hung midway down her back in loose waves. Full breasts pressed against the snug bodice of her short, sequined dress as her nicely rounded ass swayed seductively in time with the music. Black high-heels streamlined long, slender legs encased in sheer stockings. While her eyes were closed, the sultry look on her face said plenty.
So did the arousal in his tuxedo pants that turned his cock from slightly hard with simple interest to rock-solid and throbbing.
There was something about her. Something he needed to discover before this night was over, or, at the very least, something he needed to uncover by way of removing the layers of silk, sequins and nylon that hid the lush body beneath.
Not about to stand by and wait for her to open her eyes, Brendan moved onto the dance floor and through a sea of thriving bodies to the one he ached to touch.
Jillian Lowery’s pulse went from a happily fast beat to all-out chaos in two seconds flat. A hand settled over her belly—a hand that she didn’t need to look down at to know was large and masculine. If the sudden throbbing between her thighs that came with the hot breath caressing her neck and the languorous movements against her backside were any sign, the owner of that hand knew exactly what he was doing.
She should stop his highly suggestive and far too intimate moves, whoever he was. Any other day she would. Today wasn’t a normal day. Today was the first time in a very long while that she wasn’t surrounded by colleagues and clients alike who’d come to respect her cool, professional demeanor. Today the subdued wilder side of Jillian had a chance to come out and play. After today, that Jillian would have to go back into hiding until some unknown time in the future.
She should stop him, but she wasn’t going to. Not yet anyway.
Summoning nerves she’d forgotten she possessed, Jillian covered the stranger’s hand with her own and ground her bottom against her dance partner’s groin. The hand tightened at her waist and a low growl drifted to her ears. The animalistic sound would have been enough to bring too-long-denied hunger swelling to life. The length of an erection pressed against her buttocks was more than enough. Wetness gathered in her panties and her pulse threatened to beat out of control.
The hand beneath hers slid lower, down the sequined silk of her dress, and his palm turned and molded itself to the slight curve of her mound. The breath snagged in her throat. Perspiration gathered on her flushed skin. Her hips reacted out of instinct, grinding against that hot, weighty touch.
Restlessness screamed through Jillian, further moistening her panties with the juices of arousal, making her want in a way she hadn’t experienced in years. Maybe ever.
Need egged her on, shut out all thoughts of their surroundings, of the flashing lights and thundering music. Jillian tightened her hold on his hand, urging it to press harder, silently begging him to go farther. To push her dress aside and sink his fingers deep into her aching pussy, thrusting them in and out until she cruised past the limits of ecstasy and there could be no stopping her mindless screams of release.
He pressed the slightest bit harder. Her clit throbbed. She mewled deep in her throat. “Oh, yes. God, please…”
She wanted so badly.
Wanted to forget about being the consummate businesswoman. Wanted to let go and be the fun-loving, carefree woman she’d left behind four years ago. Wanted to experience satisfaction once this decade that didn’t have anything to do with landing another prestigious client en route to obtaining her dream job.
“I’d love to please you, Jilly, but we’re on a dance floor, sweetheart. As crowded as it is, the song’s going to end soon and everyone’s going to see where my hand’s at.”
The thickly spoken words drifted to her ears, reflecting appetite as well as humor. Jillian heard both, but it was the truth that pulled her from the sensual haze, the truth of how much she’d allowed herself to forget the mistakes of the past and let herself go. Panic assailed her, tightening her limbs and tamping back the raw desire coiled to life in her belly and burning like a wildfire of need deep in her core. Her grinding moves came to an abrupt halt as judgment returned to taunt her.
Oh, God, what the hell had she been thinking?
She had to stop this. Had to explain that she’d allowed the music to carry her away and act completely shameless with a man she had yet to set eyes on.
But how?
And did she honestly want to?
Anxiety ate at her, but so did the scintillating thrill of doing the kind of daring thing she hadn’t done in years. The kind of thing she would never do with or around those who knew her as Jillian the Professional.
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p; The magical hand that had spun warmth and wetness in her with barely more than a touch lifted away. The discontented whimper that broke from her lips answered her earlier question. She didn’t want to end this. Only, judging by the fact that her dance partner had let her go, he did.
Dejection filled her for one gloomy second, and then he caught her hand in his and twirled her. She landed awkwardly against a wide, hard chest and swallowed back a breath of mixed shock and elation. He wasn’t dismissing her, just changing course as the music dictated.
The flashing overhead lights gave way to the soft glow of candles arranged throughout the reception hall. A slow melody drifted from the front of the room, a mesmerizing song that had nothing on the gripping heat in the stranger’s eyes.
They were dark—maybe brown or deep blue; Jillian couldn’t tell in the dim lighting. She could tell other things, like his build. He had a good six inches on her five-foot-seven frame, and, if the feel of his body against hers was any sign, he was both muscular and lean. Thick, dark hair framed an angular face that sported a touch of five-o’clock shadow. Full lips hovered over hers as if they might advance at any moment.
Her mind cleared with that last thought and a fresh dose of heat coursed through her. He was yummy, but he was also vaguely familiar. From the wedding party, yes, but for some other reason. Some reason she prayed had nothing to do with business.
“You’re a friend of Mike’s?” she asked.
He twined her arms around his neck, then placed his own at her waist as they fell into a slow dance. A lazy smile tugged at his lips. “From college, yes.”
He was educated, whoever he was. Not that education mattered for what she wanted to do with him, but…
What she wanted to do with him? What did she want to do? Okay, have a night of wild and kinky sex—that much was a given, from the shockingly hard points of her nipples to the cream that seeped between her thighs—but did she dare? Not without a little more information.
Jillian didn’t want to know him well, just as she didn’t want him to know her well. Too much information could lead to potential future problems. A few details were important, though. For starters, if he was married.