Seducing Eve (Guardians of Atlantis)

by Miles, Michelle

  His mouth moved away from hers and trailed down her neck. She tossed her head back to give him more access. He licked the notch at the hollow of her throat.

  “Lucian…” His name came out nothing more than a pant.

  “Don’t make me stop,” he whispered against her skin. “You taste too good. You feel even better.”

  “You feel good,” she said.

  She’d thought to tell him to stop. To tell him to slow down. But when had patience ever gotten her anything but heartache? Or rejection? When had she ever done anything wild and crazy? Never. That’s when. She was throwing caution to the wind. She was tired of being responsible and dependable. She wanted to live. She wanted to feel alive. And for the first time in her life, she did. She may yet get out of here alive and then she’d never see Lucian again. And right now she didn’t want to think with her head. She wanted to think with her heart. She wanted to think with her girl parts. Screw caution.

  “Take me, Lucian.”

  He wasted no time responding. He spun around and pressed her against the wall, sandwiching her between it and his wall of muscle. He was warm and delicious and she was hot and ready. Her legs slid down the length of him, her toes barely touching the floor. He pressed against her and jerked down the zipper.

  And then paused.

  His hands shook as they hovered over the material of her jumpsuit. No, she couldn’t allow him to stop. She needed him to continue. She needed him to finish what he started.

  “Lucian…?”

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “I want you,” she said.

  “I wanted you from the minute I picked you up from all that shattered glass.” But instead of shoving away the top of her jumpsuit, he pushed back her damp hair. “The way you crawled up me and put your legs around my waist…”

  “What about it?” she prompted, wanting him to continue so she could hear what it did to him.

  “It nearly sent me over the edge.”

  She placed her hands on either side of his face, his stubble abrasive against her palms. The sensation sent little zings of joy through her entire body.

  “I won’t regret this,” she said.

  “I won’t either.”

  His hands slipped under the cloth and pushed it gently aside. Her eyes fluttered closed when he palmed her breasts, the nipples already puckered into small peaks. It made the heat between her legs pulse at a quickened rate. She shimmied out of the top part of the jumpsuit, pulling her arms out of the sleeves.

  Her hands landed on his chest and tugged his shirt. It took several tries to free it from his pants but she finally released it and slid her hands over his skin. His chest was as she imagined. Hard muscles, soft skin covered in a dusting of coarse hair. The heady sensation left her lightheaded. She couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that escaped her.

  Lucian’s mouth landed on her neck again as his hands worked magic over her breasts. The clothes between them were in the way. She kicked off the boots and stripped, standing naked before him.

  He backed up a step and took her in, his eyes devouring every inch of her. “Beautiful.”

  No one had ever called her beautiful before. Cute, sure. Perky, of course. Smart, yes. But never beautiful. Her impatient fingers tugged at the clasp on his waistband. She couldn’t make her hands work and fumbled. Finally he shoved her hands out of the way, undid his pants and pushed them to his ankles. A second later, he’d kicked off his boots, yanked his tunic over his head and pulled her naked body against his.

  The warmth of his skin exploded over her, consumed her. She nearly swooned as his big body crowded hers, pushed her against the wall. The length of his erection pressed against her hip. He was so…damn…tall. This would never work.

  But his mouth was demanding and his hands never stopped roving over her body. She didn’t want to stop. She never wanted to stop. Realizing her petite frame didn’t match his overly large one in their current position, he scooped her up, his hands on her ass. Her legs went around his waist allowing her to press her hot core against his bulging thickness.

  His mouth never left hers as he trotted back up the hallway, their clothes forgotten. She had no idea where he intended to land but she hoped it was somewhere horizontal. At this point she’d take the damn floor.

  Lucian halted beside the narrow bed she’d awoken in and gently lowered her. Her body vibrated with need and desire as he loomed over her. Her gaze slid up his brawny body, over the thick thighs and the thicker erection. Up his broad chest with the equally broad shoulders. He was a whole lot of man.

  He braced a knee beside her and climbed on over her. She marveled at the way the heat radiated off him like he was her own personal furnace. Even so she shivered under him. He supported himself on one hand while the other traced the soft outline of her face, her shoulder, then skipped along the curve of her breast. The touch was searing hot, melting her icy exterior and warming her.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I promise.”

  “I know,” she whispered.

  Reckless. That’s how she felt when she opened her legs for him and he slipped between them. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might explode through skin and bone. She couldn’t stand the anticipation. Her body was wet and hot and ready for him.

  But he was going to extend the torture. He was going to take his time. His fingertips paused over the dusty peak of a nipple and he outlined it, gave it a gentle pinch before continuing his jaunt southward. He trailed the length of her torso, over one protruding hipbone and down her thigh. Then back up again and over to the other hip and thigh to make sure they had equal petting. She squirmed against him and whimpered.

  “In time, sweetheart.” He flashed a grin, knowing his torture was sweet and determined.

  She brazenly reached for him, clasped her hand around his thickened shaft and held him. He was…big. And her mouth watered. She licked her lips.

  “You like?”

  “Yes.” The word shuddered out of her on an icy breath. Even in the shadow of his heat, she was cold. Cold and waiting and in desperate need of him.

  “I want to savor you.” His hand clasped around her wrist and he gently tugged her away.

  “I want to feel you,” she replied.

  “And you will. When you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready.”

  “Not quite.”

  Without waiting for her reply, he plunged a finger inside her, pushing deep. She gasped, ill prepared for the immediate pleasure. Her body exploded with the touch, the orgasm sending ripples through her. She rode the waves and rocked her hips against his hand. Slowly he slid his finger out and over her clit taking her to new heights.

  “Tight,” he said, his voice a soft whisper.

  “Wet,” she replied.

  “Very.”

  “Take me, Lucian.”

  “Not yet.”

  He slipped his finger again inside her, then two. Then out. Then in. Out. In. His heat had nearly consumed her by the time a third finger joined in. She closed her eyes and saw sparks against the darkness, flashes of light that sent tendrils of pleasure through her body. Waking every nerve ending and making them come alive. As if this was the first time she’d ever experienced something so exquisite and divine. It wasn’t but she felt like a virgin all over again.

  Her hands landed on his biceps, her nails digging into the skin. She didn’t mean to dig so hard but she couldn’t help it. She ground her teeth to keep from shouting like she wanted.

  He must have sensed she wanted to cry out as he continued his onslaught. “Do you like this, sweetheart?”

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  “Show me how much you like it. Let yourself go, Eve. Let yourself release.”

  And exactly two-point-three seconds later she’d climaxed again and cried out. Her voice echoed on the empty walls around them.

  The next thing she knew his hand was gone and replaced by his glorious cock. He slid inside her slow and easy. Filling
her up. Stretching her walls.

  “Oh!”

  Her eyes flew open. Her hands were still on his arms. She relaxed her fingers, though, her nails leaving behind little crescents.

  “Easy,” he murmured.

  He slid out and back in a little further this time. Pushing more of himself inside her. Taking her breath away. She arched her back to give him more access. She spread her legs wider. She wrapped them around his hips and pulled him closer. She wanted to feel him on top of her. All of him.

  His body covered hers, his chest crushing her breasts, and that divine heat nearly overtook her. Her hands slipped up his arms to his shoulders. Her fingers tangled in his long hair as she pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips met in a wild frenzy as he pumped in and out of her, increasing the pressure and speed. She was certain she could feel every inch of him as he pulled out and then slid back in.

  Their tongues dueled for control. He tasted like salt and sea. He smelled like a clean ocean breeze on a warm summer day. He felt like rock hard pleasure, a place she never wanted to leave. And then she remembered wanting to feel his ass. Her hands slid down and molded over his perfectly hard, perfectly round, perfect ass. It was better than she imagined.

  She’d never experienced multiple orgasms in her life yet she felt the third one building up, ready to release. She kissed him harder, nipped his lower lip. He grunted and slammed into her. She squealed with delight.

  And then she came, fast and long and hard. Her body contracted around his and she held on for dear life. She couldn’t let go of him. She’d never let go him. She had to feel this way every time. With him. She needed him like she needed air to breathe. The ripples started in her center core and moved outward along her entire body, consuming her. His heat engulfed her, stoking her own fire. In the next instant, his body followed hers as he emptied inside her, filling her up.

  He stilled. He stopped kissing her and lifted to gaze down at her. Their eyes met and he gave her a look so scorching she knew there was no way he could be done with her. Not yet.

  “You’re going to need another shower.” And he winked.

  Her heart flipped in her chest. Innuendo? She hoped so. “I do but this time you’re coming with me.”

  “Best offer I’ve had all day.”

  Chapter Seven

  They made love again in the shower. When Lucian’s body was slick with water, she trailed her mouth down that glorious chest and dropped to her knees. She sucked his hardened length into her mouth to the back of her throat. Then licked all the water droplets off him while his hands tangled in her wet hair. When he could stand it no more, he pulled her to her feet and then pinned her body with his hot one against the cold tile, the contrast making her head swim. He held her legs around his waist, giving her the leverage she needed to rock against him while he pumped in and out of her.

  Being with Lucian was the best feeling in the world. It made her forget every bad thing that’d ever happened to her. From the death of her parents to the day her miserable ex-boyfriend dumped her on Valentine’s Day to being kidnapped. She could forget it all while in his arms. While he kissed every inch of her skin. While his hands swept over her body. While she petted his thickly muscled chest and every sexy inch of him.

  She cried Lucian’s name with her climax. He growled hers when he climaxed. Only after that did she wonder why they hadn’t used protection. It never occurred to her. She’d worry about the consequences later. When she was out of this place and home. Free.

  When he cut the water, he led her to the blower, his hands never breaking contact. As though he couldn’t not touch her. As though he couldn’t be parted from her. They stood under the blower together, the hot air trickling over their skin while he held her against him and kissed and kissed and kissed her. She couldn’t get enough of his kisses. She liked the way his lips felt against hers. The way they seemed to fit as though they were made to kiss each other. Her body had never felt so happily sated. Every inch of her throbbed with delight and contentment.

  She traced the vein in his upper arm with her fingertip. Then she had to taste him. She bent and touched the tip of her tongue to the vein, tracing it all the way up to his shoulder. He growled approval.

  “Lady, you’re killing me.”

  That resulted in him turning her around, bending her over and taking her from behind. She braced her hands on the wall, smiling the entire time.

  When the blower stopped they stood naked in each other’s arms. He looked down at her with a faint smile.

  “I like you,” he said. “A lot.”

  She couldn’t stop the flush that crept over her and she turned away, suddenly shy. She liked him, too, but this wasn’t permanent. This was for fun. His arms wrapped around her from behind as he held her against his chest. She needed a distraction. She needed her clothes on.

  “I’m starving.”

  He chuckled. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll get those rations.”

  Once they were both properly clothed, he led her back to the site of their first seduction. He handed her one of the packets.

  She perched on the edge of the bed and tore open the foil packaging. Inside were unidentifiable pieces of…something. The small cubes were white and odorless.

  “What is this stuff?”

  “Freeze-dried fish.”

  Yuck. She scrunched her nose. But she tried a piece anyway since her stomach rumbled. It tasted like cardboard. “It’s disgusting.”

  “It’s pretty icky.” He winked.

  Delicious warmth spread all over her as she realized he teased her. She didn’t want to like him but it was damn near impossible not to like him. He was so…likeable. She should hate being with him, especially since he was one of them. One of the ones who wanted to keep her down here indefinitely. But she didn’t hate being with him. He wasn’t the one who kidnapped her. He was the one who saved her. The one who kept the bad guys away from her.

  “How can you people eat this stuff?” She sniffed the bag again and scrunched up her nose. No matter how hungry she was, she wasn’t eating that.

  “We don’t anymore. Our food is better today.”

  She cocked her head to the side. She hadn’t thought about what they ate. “How do you get food? Do you grow it?”

  “It’s genetically engineered. Food, plants, pretty much everything.”

  “Even children?” She couldn’t resist the dig.

  He turned serious. “Not everyone agrees with that.”

  “Do you?”

  “No.” He didn’t hesitate with his response so she knew he told the truth.

  Silence stretched between them as they stared at each other. If he didn’t believe in the experiments, then what did that mean for her? Where was he taking her?

  “What are you planning to do with me?”

  “I’m not giving you to Franco.”

  “You said he would never stop looking for me.”

  “That’s right.”

  “So then what happens to me?”

  “I’m taking you to northside,” he said.

  “I don’t know what northside is but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to go there.”

  “It’s an abandoned part of the city and you’ll be safe there. I’ve already notified my commander we are coming.”

  She blinked. “How did you do that?”

  He grinned, tapped a finger against his temple. Oh, right. He’s said they could mind speak. They could speak to each other’s minds? That was weird. How was that possible?

  “You told him with your mind.”

  “Aren’t you a smart girl,” he teased.

  She frowned. “So I can’t return to the surface?”

  “If I try to get you out of here, Franco will find you and take you back to the lab.”

  “But I don’t want to stay here,” she insisted. “I have a life. People will be searching for me and Abby.”

  “You don’t understand. I can’t let you leave, Eve.” He closed the space between them and st
ood in front of her, looming over her. “You have my word you’ll be safe there. My commander is there. His woman is there and she’s human.”

  “So what? That’s supposed to comfort me? That she’s a human? Is she an incubator too?”

  He pressed his lips together and his mouth took on an unpleasant twist. When only moments ago that mouth had ravaged her entire body. “She’s with child, yes, but willingly.”

  “Oh, so she allowed them to knock her up without a fight?” She tossed the foil package to the side and stood, her hands clenched. She had to crane her neck to look up at him losing most of her threat. But she was determined not to allow his size intimidate her. “I’m not going to let them do that to me, Lucian. I’m a free woman. I’m an American. And I’m going home.”

  “Relax.” He grasped her upper arms. “You don’t understand. Eden and Sabre are together. A couple. She loves him. He loves her.”

  “That’s supposed to make it all okay? Did he kidnap her too?”

  His expression was one of tight strain. “No. He met her on the beach topside.”

  “And that’s where they ‘fell in love’?” She did air quotes, knowingly mocking him. Mocking his commander.

  “It is, actually,” Lucian said, his face serious and his eyes hard.

  This Eden person was really here of her own accord. She wanted to be here.

  “Sabre is keeping Eden in hiding from Franco so he won’t take the baby. Or her,” Lucian said.

  “Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say. How did Eden get down here? The same way Eve had? She had to know. “How was I brought here? Why didn’t I drown or get decompression sickness?”

  “Because you were injected with a serum to allow your lungs to breath under water. It also kept you from getting decompression sickness by allowing your body to automatically adjust.”

  So she had been stabbed with a syringe. She hadn’t imagined that after all. Mystery solved though she wasn’t wild about the idea of being injected with this strange serum.

  “And Eden stayed here willingly?” she asked again. She was having a hard time believing it.

  “Yes. She wanted to come back with him.”