by Lia Davis, Milly Taiden, Kerry Adrienne, Vella Day, Andie Devaux
He growled, sending vibrations through her body. Still lavishing her pussy and clit with long, wet licks, he shoved two fingers into her and began to slowly fuck her with them.
“Oh!” she gasped.
The tension wound quickly into a ball of desire ready to crack. He flicked his tongue over her pussy faster, increasing the speed of his driving fingers. She gripped his hair, rocking her hips on his face. Her back lifted off the bed at the same time she dove over the pleasure cliff. The ball unraveled inside her, leaving behind a giddy, dizzying euphoria that took her breath away.
Damien kissed his way up her body, lifting her further up the bed until she lay sprawled on the center of the mattress. She loved his kisses. They weren’t little pecks. He did a kissing, sucking combo that made her groan with each one.
She kept her legs spread wide open, giving him full access into her body. He met her gaze and licked his lips. His face shone with the wetness from her orgasm. That only turned her on even more.
“Tell me what you want.”
Crap. More dirty talking. She would probably need to take a class for that shit soon. Dirty talking for dummies. If they didn’t have one available she’d be in deep shit. Who knew his sexy ass would be so into it.
“Fuck me, Damien.” She watched him curl his hand on his large shaft, pumping up and down over his long length. “Shove your cock inside and make the need go away.”
Shit, he was so sexy stroking himself. He slid his rock hard dick between her pussy lips. “Ah, Laura. You’re soaking wet.”
Wow. He caressed her aching flesh with his cock, sliding up and down her folds. “Damien,” she moaned. “Oh, wow that feels good.”
He pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of her channel. “Fucking hell, you’re small,” he grumbled, pushing into her.
Small? Was he drunk? She opened wider, lifting her ass just a little so he would have an easier time getting inside her. Her muscles loosened up. Her mind focused on the feel of him stretching her pussy walls taut. He glided his body over hers, pressing his chest to hers and captured her lips in a flaming kiss. Having his tongue invading her mouth at the same time he drove deep with his cock shut down all brain activity.
She ran her nails across his back, biting her nails into his back and scratching him at the same time she pulled him into her. He was still not fully inside her and she wanted to feel all of him. She lifted her legs, curled them around his hips and pressed the balls of her feet into his ass, pushing him deeper into her.
Good gracious! That was amazing. Spasms took hold of her core. She choked into their kiss, unsure how she’d come from just him filling her with his length. Pleasure blasted through her in waves.
“Ah, baby. You’re pussy’s sucking my dick.” He pulled back and drove deep. “So wet. It’s like being embraced by a silken tongue.” He propelled back again, plunging deeper and harder. “I want to come inside you so fucking bad.”
She groaned with each driving thrust. Not only did he increase in speed, his drives turned harder, pushing balls deep into her.
“Oh, Damien. Oh, wow.” She clawed at his back, sliding her nails down to his waist and lower, grabbing a firm hold of his pussy-wetting ass. “Fuck. That feels so good. Don’t... stop.”
He licked her neck, fucking her with more power and speed. The bed slammed hard against the walls, making the entire room shake. Loud banging sounded with each thump of the bed’s frame on the wall.
He grazed his teeth over her jaw, sucking her earlobe into his mouth. “I’m not stopping,” he grunted by her ear. “Not until my dick is filling your slick little cunt with my cum,” he breathed. “Not until you’re screaming my name when you come.” His speed increased to the point it felt as if he were fucking her with a hot steel rod. “There’s no fucking way I’m stopping until your legs are shaking, you can’t move, and your pussy’s leaking my seed.”
He rolled his hips and hit her pussy at a new angle. The world broke. She screamed, unable to control the call of his name rushing out of her throat. Her pussy grasped at his driving cock, squeezing it with each spasm from her ongoing orgasm.
He bit down on her shoulder, pushing even deeper and stopped. His cock pulsed inside her, growing thicker by the second. A rush of heat filled her from the inside as he came. He growled on her shoulder, his body vibrating and still coming. It took a while for him to stop his tiny thrusts into her, filling her with his seed.
Shock held her immobile. Shock and the fact that she couldn’t move.
He lifted his head, meeting her gaze with his shifted golden eyes. He continued to pulse inside her, semihard. “I could fuck you all over again, right now.”
She cleared her dry throat. A crazy urge to caress his face had her lifting her hands to his jaw and splaying her palms wide open to rub them on his growing beard. “Before we try that again, could I possibly get some water?” Her throat was raw from all the harsh breathing and moaning.
He dropped his head and brushed his lips over hers in a kiss so soft and sweet her heart did flip-flops.
“I’ll get you some water,” he said, sliding out of her ever so slowly and then hopping off the bed. He headed to the door, flashing his sexy ass at her. The man had absolutely no shame.
She grabbed the sheet on the bed and wrapped it around her body to cover herself. When she tried to bend her knees to sit up, her jaw dropped. Her legs were shaking. All by themselves. She stared as every few seconds, they shook involuntarily.
He returned while she sat there, mouth agape, staring at her legs. “Here you go, beautiful.”
She took the glass of water and drank quietly.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone deep with concern. “Was I too rough?”
Was he too rough? She glanced at him and warmth filled her belly. “No. You were great, but I’m shocked you did what you said you’d do.”
He frowned and then a sly grin spread over his lips. “Legs are shaking?”
She nodded. “There’s a wet spot under my ass from your... um... stuff leaking and I can’t move because my legs keep shaking and feel like they won’t hold me up.”
He laughed and lifted her into his arms, sheet and all. “Tell me where you want to go and I’ll take you.”
She curled her arms around his neck and held on. “I wanted to go in the shower.”
He glanced from her lips, down to her chest where the sheet slid down to show the tips of her nipples. “Good idea. Let’s take a bath, then I want to bring you back to bed and slide between your warm pussy lips again.”
She blinked. “You want to do it again?”
He leaned in and pressed his lips over hers, nibbling on the corner of her mouth. “I want to do it all fucking night. I want to stamp myself all over your body until all I smell on you is my cum.”
Chapter Six
That sounded really promising. If he could get her to orgasm twice in a row again, she might have to rethink her whole not getting involved with a barbarian.
He took her into the bathroom and sat her on the edge of the tub. She watched him prepare their bath in quiet awe. He might be a warrior and have no shame, but he was sweet and thoughtful.
When she finally slipped inside the tub, he joined her shortly after. She leaned back into the warm water of the deep garden tub and sighed. He’d done a good job.
“I guess you’ve drawn baths before, huh?”
“I was married. I used to do it for my wife all the time,” he said, lifting her foot and massaging her sole.
Oh, damn. He was rubbing her feet to the point she was moaning and she couldn’t seem to stop herself. Wait. Did he say he was married?
“You’re married?” She frowned, glancing at his relaxed features.
“No. Was. I died for my wife.”
She raised her brows. “What do you mean you died for her?”
He shrugged his big, muscled shoulders and switched to her other foot. “She was abused. I
killed the man who did it.”
“Wow. That’s awful. I’m really sorry.” She bit her lip and tried to tamp down the flare of arousal over his continued rubbing over her calves. Her calves. She was getting hot from a calf massage. Who the heck knew that area of her body was so erogenous? She was starting to worry what else would turn her on. The last thing she needed was for Davi to pat her back and for Laura to get all hot and bothered via her boss.
“It’s fine. I knew what would happen when I killed him.”
She pulled her leg out of his grasp and motioned for him to stand. “Turn around and sit between my legs.”
He did as she ordered, giving her his back in the process. She raised her hands up to his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles wherever she caressed with the tips of her fingers.
“How did you die?” he asked.
She bit her lip, trying to think of how much to tell him. “I had a very rich father and husband. In fact, my family was part of the Spanish nobility. When my elderly husband died, I was left a very rich woman.”
“How old were you?” he asked, groaning as she slid her fingers up and down his back, pressing on his muscles.
“Nineteen.”
“What happened after your rich husband died?” he asked, pushing his back into her fingers.
She smiled, liking that he enjoyed her attempt at a massage. Not that she knew what the hell she was doing other than touching his strong, sexy back.
“I started getting sick. At first I thought it was an illness, but then I caught my cousin telling her husband she would get rid of me and keep all my money.” She sighed, hating the memory. “She was one of a handful of living relatives that could take my place and the family fortune.”
He tensed and shifted to face her in the giant tub. “She tried to kill you.”
She grinned. “She didn’t just try. She had been killing me slowly. And was succeeding.”
He motioned for her to turn around and give him her back. “What happened then?”
“I was known for having a bad temper,” she said, leaning back into his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts in the water. For a second, she forgot all about the story until he spoke. “I believe you.”
She groaned and arched her back, pressing into his hands. Freaking hell that felt so good. “My family doctor told me there was nothing they could do for me. I was slowly losing the ability to even breathe, but I wasn’t going to die quietly. I called upon Riyanna and asked her for enough strength to get me through seeing my cousin again. In exchange, she’d get my soul.”
“Why until you saw your cousin?”
“I knew that I was going to die. Riyanna gave me the strength I needed to get up off the bed and stop my cousin from destroying more lives. Once I died, she’d go after other family members. I knew she’d get rid of them in her attempt at moving to the front of the line.” She remembered vividly lying in her bed, the life slowly draining from her. She’d cried out in pain, calling to Riyanna and offering the only thing she had to bargain with, her soul.
“Did it work?”
She laughed. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
He pinched her nipple and she gasped. “Out with it, little freak. Or I won’t give you a second dose of cock. And you know you want it.”
He was such a dirty mouthed barbarian. She should be turned off by his words, not wiggling in the warm bath, wanting to straddle him and get it on again.
“She gave me strength. My cousin had been in London for some weeks. I guess she’d been hoping to find me dead when she returned. I waited until she’d gone on a walk by the cliff overlooking the sea from my home.” She pressed her cheek on his arm, taking strength from him so she could continue the story. “I found her by the edge of the cliff. My temper exploded. I was angry at seeing her singing about my death. She actually laughed. I didn’t even say anything, just went blind with fury. I grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her and myself off the cliff.”
“That’s how you died.”
She nodded. “I can only guess she died at that point as well.” She sighed and glanced up to look at his serious expression.
“You need to learn to work off some of that anger inside you.”
“What do you suggest?” She glanced down. She’d never given her temper a second thought.
“Kickboxing to get that rage monster out and exercise some of that need to hit something. And I hear yoga can help you relax after.” He rubbed his jaw on her hair. “It’s just some ideas.”
Those sounded like things she should look into. What did she have to lose? Nothing. She was already dead. “What about you?”
He met her gaze and lowered to place a kiss on her forehead. “I died for my wife.”
Damien knew he had to share the story of his death with Laura after she’d opened up and told him what happened to her. It was strange, but he felt as if he understood why she’d done what she did. And though she was young when she’d died, it explained her bouts of anger and bad temper. She’d been pushed to grow up when she’d been nothing but a kid.
“Were you very much in love?” she breathed, lifting one of his hands to her lips.
The wolf inside him lifted his head in attention. He heard the slight hesitation in her voice.
“I cared a lot about Kele,” he said, honestly. He’d never been in love with her, but he’d loved how much she cared about him. “She was a great, loving woman. Warm and compassionate.”
She nodded, bumping his chin in the process. “I bet it was awful to discover she’d been abused. How did that even happen?”
He leaned back, brushing his wet hands over her hair. She’d laid it over her shoulder and he found himself fascinated with the long curls. He enjoyed twining the strands through his fingers, feeling the silkiness of them. “It was shocking. This was a higher class individual. She worked for his wife, so she was often alone at his home with him.”
He’d hated that he had tried to give Kele everything she wanted through his job, but she’d been adamant about working. They’d never had children, so that had stopped any argument on his side to keep her at home. Back then, it was natural for both partners to work to maintain the household if there were no children.
“What happened when she told you?” Laura asked softly.
“I wouldn’t let it be. She tried to get me to let it go, but I couldn’t. I was angry that I was supposed to be her protector and instead failed her.” He frowned.
She sat up, glancing over her shoulder to meet his gaze. “You couldn’t have prevented that. It was her place of employment.”
He’d known that. It didn’t diminish the guilt of knowing he’d been off fighting when Kele had needed him. “I went to the man’s home. He was a locally known high profile figure.” A growl built up his throat at the angry memory. “While my wife was at home, crying. He was in his house fucking a servant girl.”
Laura’s eyes went wide with shock. “What did you do?”
“I pulled him off the woman by the neck. I shoved him to the other side of the room, yelling at him. Asking him why he’d done what he had, but he said I was going crazy. He pulled out a sword and I fought him for it. Once I got it out of his hands, I decapitated him with it.”
“Oh, my goodness!” She gasped.
“I was bound by my hands and feet and thrown into the ocean to drown,” he finished. “I don’t recall the rest, but I was here after that. Been here since.”
She cupped his face in her hands, bringing her luscious lips to his for a kiss. “I’m sorry you went through that.”
Hell. She was too sweet. She was upset over his death when she’d clearly suffered just as much as he had, if not more. He scented her pain and pulled her closer, loving every minute of having her curves in his arms. This was right. Perfect. She was his.
“I’m getting highly turned on by this.” He heard his boss’s voice from the door of the bathroo
m. “I should have brought a video camera.
Laura squeaked and covered herself with his and her hands. “What the hell are you doing in here, Davi?”
Davi gave a flirty grin. “Getting off on watching my two best minions fuck in the tub?”
“Get out!” Laura screeched.
Davi sighed. “Does this mean I’m finally getting new minions from you two?”
“No!” he and Laura yelled in unison.
“But why?” Davi pouted, glancing down at her perfect red tipped long nails. “You can’t still be holding on to that wife of yours, Damien.”
“Leave Kele out of this,” he growled.
Davi raised her brows. “Oh, I see. So this is just sex then. All right, that’s fine by me too.” She grinned at Laura. “Get your shit off and come to work just like that. You’re so fucking sexy right now I could get myself off just looking at you.”
“Davi!” Laura snapped.
“Fine. I’m going.” Davi waived her hand. “Later, Wrath.”
Just like she appeared, she was gone. Laura huffed out of the tub, leaving him to follow after. Clearly the moment was lost.
“Is it true what she said? That you’re not over your wife?”
He hesitated to answer the question. Not over Kele? He didn’t think he’d ever be over not being there to defend her. “It’s not that simple, Laura.”
She laughed humorlessly. “Wow. I guess I was under the impression you might be looking for something new.”
“I never wanted to be matched to anyone,” he said, honestly.
She picked up her robe and threw it on, finally turning to face him once dressed. “I need you to go, please.”
“You don’t understand things.”
“Let me ask you something,” she said, raising a hand to keep him from saying anything else. “If she showed up right now, would you want to be with her?”
His sense of commitment for Kele hadn’t been questioned during his entire time in the Seventh. He didn’t know how to answer her. “She was my wife.”
She nodded. “I know.” She picked up his clothes and handed them to him. “You should go.” Then she went into her bathroom and shut the door. Locking him out.