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by Rebecca Airies


  “It will take more than flashing those breasts, as pretty as they are. I can see some as pretty on television any night.” He lifted a hand flicked at the tip. The bud tightened, standing erect, tempting him to take it between his lips.

  She batted her lashes, shielding her brown eyes. “Well, what would you like to do with poor, little me?”

  “I want to touch you and you keep your hands at your sides.” He smiled. The vixen was definitely playing it up.

  “You don’t want me to touch you and make you feel good?” She tilted her head. “I can. I can make you feel so good that you’d shake and scream for more.”

  “No, I want to explore the sweetness.” He swept his eyes down her. Everything had to go. Well, except for her panties. He could work with them. “Take off your pants. You can leave your panties if you want.”

  She raised her brows but shrugged. Noah gritted his teeth. The woman was pushing at his control with her slowness. She lowered her hands to the waist band, working at the button of her fly. He clenched his hands. It would be so easy to reach over and rip that open. This had to be all her. She pushed it through and drew down the zipper. The fabric loosened, and she shoved it over her thighs and below her knees. Her sweet ass jutted out as she bent. Oh, damn. He could easily reach out and cup those firm globes. She stepped out.

  “Good girl. Now, come straddle me.” He leaned back against the sofa cushions. The better to touch and taste all that tempting flesh.

  She stepped closer and pressed one leg to the sofa beside him and then the other. Heat rolled off her as she lowered until her weight rested on his legs. She sat up straight and let her arms hang at her side. Absolutely perfect position.

  “Mmm, sweet.” He trailed his fingers down her side. Her sweet vanilla and citrus scent rose to him. “So warm and open for me. I think I smell a hint of desire. Do you want me?”

  She tensed. Energy and desire practically pulsed off of her. He grinned. How long would she last before she moved? Hopefully not long.

  Those cuffs had to be on her soon. Her wrists would look so pretty in them, and it would be so hot to fuck her with them on. Well, as long as she didn’t panic when the metal clicked on to them. He wouldn’t push if she became afraid.

  “Why don’t you check and see?” She kept her hands at her side.

  Such an irresistible offer. He dropped his hand between them and cupped his hand over her pussy. She shivered and her breath caught. He rubbed, pressing the fabric between those plump lips. Warm moistness coated his fingers. Oh, yes, she was definitely interested. But she wasn’t hungry enough to grab for him.

  “Now, you keep those hands right there or I’ll have to do something about them.” He frowned at her. And he’d definitely make it as hard as possible for her to follow that order.

  “I’ll keep them right here.” She smiled at him. “But you could have so much more access if you let me touch you. I could hold on and lean back.”

  “I do the touching, and I’ll do the holding. You won’t fall.” He gripped her waist with one hand. No way would she slip out of his hands. Not when there was so much to enjoy right now. “Now, arch your back.”

  She arched. Her breasts rose. He licked his lips. What a perfect position. Those darkened peaks lifted and fell with each breath. He leaned forward and lapped at the dark tip. It tightened. Gorgeous and an offering he couldn’t resist tasting.

  He nipped the peak. She gasped and straightened, but kept her hands at her side. He smiled. Not high enough yet. She wasn’t wild and out of control. Before he put those cuffs on, she’d do what he told her not to.

  He sucked at the tip as he pressed his free hand over her pussy. Hot moisture welcomed him. She wriggled, pressing down. Oh, yeah, soon, she’d do it as long as he heated her enough.

  He pressed his fingers between the lips. She stiffened, and he knew she’d give him just what he wanted. He curled his finger up and stroked her clit. She rocked downward. Now that she was getting a little extra attention, he couldn’t neglect these sweet nipples.

  He opened his mouth and took the tip inside. Vanilla and citrus burst over his tongue. He sucked, drawing it deeper as he leaned closer. Damn, she was addictive. She moaned.

  He flicked at the hooded bundle again. She rocked forward, riding his fingers. Now, the woman was helping him make her crazy. Absolutely perfect.

  He nipped the tip of her reddened nipple, and she jolted. He laughed and pulled his hand away. Enough play with the panties on. Those had to go. She groaned and pressed her hips down.

  He ripped the sides of her panties and pulled the loose scrap free. She lifted for a moment before relaxing back onto his lap. Such a helpful woman. Now, if only she’d reach for him so he could slap those cuffs on her.

  He slid his hand back between her legs. Her slick moisture coated his fingers. He circled her entrance, teasing her with the promise of more, and she swirled her hips as if she sought more. He grinned. She could try, but he wouldn’t slide his fingers into her yet. A little delay would build the frustration and heighten her need until she lost all control. He dragged his fingers back to the nub. She caught her breath, and her hips jerked.

  “Touch me more.” She circled her hips, easing down.

  “You’re not in control here.” He nipped the nipple before moving to the other. As if he had any intention of stopping before she was clawing at him and he could use those cuffs on her.

  He rubbed circles around her clit. She squirmed and whimpered. Her fists clenched. He worked that sensitive bundle of nerves. She hung so close to losing control. When would she break?

  “I’m going to ride you hard. Thrust as deep as I can get.” He pushed two fingers into her. Her inner muscles fluttered around his fingers. She lifted until his fingers almost withdrew, before dropping down again. He flicked his thumb across her clit before he curled his finger inside her. She shivered, and a ragged sound burst from her lips. He pulled his hand back as he scraped his teeth over the curve of her breast.

  “You don’t get to ride my fingers to completion. I can leave you hanging like this for as long as I want.” He closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked hard. And he would. He’d keep her desperate until she grabbed for him.

  “But you won’t. You want to sink deep into me.” She trembled.

  “And I will. When I’m ready.” He nipped and pressed his hand against her mound. He ground his palm against her, stimulating her clit.

  She tilted her hips and gyrated against his hand. Damn, it was so sexy to watch the heat take her. She moaned and rode his hand. Her breathing quickened. He pulled his hand back, leaving her with nothing to ride.

  “No.” She reached for him, her nails sinking into his shoulders.

  “You broke the rule, treasure.” He slipped one of his arms around her and rose to his feet. “You are supposed to keep those hands away from the guard. Now, I’ll have to cuff you.”

  With the other, he grabbed the cuffs. Once her feet touched the carpet, he grabbed one wrist. The metal snicked into place. He spun her around and grabbed her other arm, securing them both behind her. He checked the tightness. Loose enough for her circulation, but she wouldn’t slip out of them.

  “Still good with this, Tempest?” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. If she’d changed her mind, he’d take them off and finish with her hands free.

  “As long as you slide inside me soon, yeah.” She pushed back and wriggled her butt.

  He lifted her, moving her around to the back of the couch. An ache pounded through him, and his muscles tightened. Fuck, he had to sink into her soon.

  He urged her forward, bending her over the back of the big leather sofa. Her sweet ass rubbed against him. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. Her wrists looked so damn pretty confined by the cuffs. He’d have to do this again. Taking her when she was helpless and at his mercy fired his blood. It was almost as sweet as her pussy wrapping around him.

  He stepped closer. The head of
his cock brushed her buttocks. She shivered and rocked backwards in silent demand. Oh, yeah, he’d give her what she wanted.

  He eased into her. Her muscles squeezed around him, and she pressed backward. He gripped her hips. Oh, no. She didn’t do the fucking. He did.

  “Noah, move. You said you would take me hard and fast. Don’t leave me hanging here.” She strained backward.

  He held on. “You want it hard? Then ask me, beg me for it. I’ll give you what you want when you ask.”

  She growled and her shoulders twitched. His balls tightened and need pounded over him, but he managed to remain still. She’d ask him for what she wanted. He could hold out until then.

  He pulled out slowly and glided into her. She stiffened.

  “Please. Please fuck me hard,” she whimpered, and her inner muscles clutched at him.

  He pulled back and drove deep. She drew in a sharp breath and moaned, the sound strangled. Such a sexy sound, but not quite the scream he craved. She trembled. Each thrust slammed his hips into her butt as he pulled her back.

  Her inner tissue flexed around his dick. She had to go soon. He’d waited almost too long. His control was nearly a memory.

  He reached around her and slipped his hand between the couch and her. Slick juices coated her lips. He settled a finger across her clit and drove into her. She moaned and bucked back into him. He rubbed his finger across her clit.

  She screamed and her body shook, the pleasure racking her body. He surged into her, sinking as deep as he could with each stroke. A fire rose within him. He thrust hard, seeking his pleasure. The searing heat flared and exploded, sizzling all over his body. He held onto her and savored the warmth and slickness of her sweet pussy until the last of the delicious sensation faded. Fuck, that was hot. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and straightened.

  He reached down and pulled his pants up. Better get the key and release her. With his other hand, he fished for the key in his pocket. He found it and loosened the first cuff.

  She straightened and turned to face him and lifted the hand still cuffed. “You know, I might have to steal these and totally test that claim that they wouldn’t hold a male gargoyle. Because for all I know, it’s just a bluff.”

  “Treasure, you can try, but be prepared for the consequences. When I or whoever you try these out on gets free, I or he will take you and make you scream to come.” He freed her other wrist and pocketed the cuffs.

  How long would it take for her to accept them, to start to feel more than attraction for them? Tempest had slammed into their lives with a fury worthy of a wild storm. She’d immediately taken a piece of his heart. He wouldn’t settle for anything less than hers.

  “As if that’s a threat.” She rolled her eyes. “Now, come on. We can talk. You can tell me if you’ve learned anything knew about these hunters.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Why couldn’t she get used to this? Tempest guided the pointer across the screen. She grimaced. Even after almost a week, this still felt strange. Sure, it was an office, but she shared it with Phoenix and he was a little distracted by her presence, too.

  She usually alternated between Sawyer and Phoenix’s workplaces. Since Noah was doing guard duty, it wasn’t possible for her to go with him. And all of this effort probably wasn’t necessary. They wouldn’t leave her alone at their home though. They were too concerned about the possibility of the hunters getting into the community while they were gone.

  “You doing okay?” Phoenix asked.

  “Yeah, but I forgot my headphones today.” She grimaced and looked up. Damn, he looked good. A crisp white shirt stretched across his wide chest.

  Which meant that she couldn’t listen to any of the lectures or watch any videos. She’d definitely disturb him if she did that. So, she was stuck reading and doing things that wouldn’t require any sound.

  He looked at his watch and pushed back from the big desk. “It’s about lunch time. Why don’t we go eat? As we leave, I can ask someone to check around the office a spare set for today. There should be some here in the office you can use.”

  “Thanks, but if it’s something someone’s using them, I can deal today and just remember to keep them stuffed in my bag in the future.” She closed her laptop. Nothing there that wouldn’t wait until she got back.

  “So, what do you want to eat, treasure?” He closed down his computer and stood, grabbing his gray suit jacket from a hook.

  “Do you know a good Italian restaurant? I’m kind of in the mood for Italian as long as we can get it before you’re due back.” She rose and put her laptop on the cushioned chair before grabbing her jacket.

  “Yes, there’s an Italian restaurant close by. Pasta sounds great, because I’m starving. Do you have your badge?” Phoenix put on the suit jacket and clipped his to the lapel.

  “Yes, I have my badge. Can’t go anywhere without it.” She pulled it out of her pocket and hooked it onto her jacket. “Literally.”

  “He said he was sorry.” Phoenix shook his head.

  “Yeah, and I still had to come back here before I could use the damn bathroom.” She rolled her eyes. It was a pain in the ass to always pin that badge in place before she left the office.

  “The security measures are there for a reason. They’re especially important since the people coming after us are humans. If they got a chance, they would come in here and try to do something.” Phoenix strode around the desk.

  “Yeah, I know, but it’s not like we’re on the first floor. I’m here on the third and walking down the hallway. Surely, I would have been seen before then.” She waited until he reached her and strode to the door with him. The man had escorted her back to the office and asked Phoenix if she belonged here. The irritating idiot probably knew who she was but insisted on asking.

  “Yes, probably, but we don’t take chances. The extra security is a pain, but if it keeps you safe, I’ll deal with anything necessary.” Phoenix slid his arm around her.

  “Uh huh, doesn’t make it any less strange.” She rolled her shoulders, trying to ease out the tension. If only they could find those stupid hunters so that maybe she could get back to something close to normal life. “But I can deal with it.”

  “That’s good.” He guided her toward the elevator. David Garrett strolled up the hallway from the other direction. “Hey, David, could you see if there are a pair of extra headphones or earbuds anywhere in the office? Tempest would like to borrow them for the afternoon so she can listen to a few courses.”

  “Sure, there should be a pair hanging around somewhere.” David nodded.

  “We’re going out for something to eat so there’s no rush.” Phoenix smiled. “If you find them, text me.”

  “I will,” David said and continued down the hall.

  “Let’s go, treasure.” Phoenix guided her to the elevator. “Great Italian food is waiting for us.”

  “It better be really good since you’re saying it’s great.” She nudged him. Italian happened to be one of her favorite types of food, so her expectations were high.

  “Oh, it is. You won’t be disappointed.” He stepped into the elevator. “The restaurant is down the street. We can walk to it.”

  They rode down to the ground floor and then strode down the corridor to the door to the lobby. Unless the fire alarm was going off, they had to be buzzed out. The buzz sounded, and he led her into the tiled lobby. He guided her to the doors to the sidewalk instead of the car park.

  “Is it safe to be walking?” she asked. They’d kept most of the evening meals to Mill’s or cooking at home because of the bastard hunters.

  “Yes, with others around, we should be safe. They don’t want any human authorities aware of the attacks. They don’t like the attention it brings them. I wouldn’t bring you out if I thought there was any danger.” Phoenix smiled and pushed open the doors. She was always his highest priority.

  And beautiful. Even dressed for work. She wore a blue button-down shirt that hugged the sweet curve of he
r breasts. It would take a few flicks of his fingers to remove those buttons and he could touch her breasts. He took a deep breath. Get control. She needs to eat.

  “That makes sense. They have a lot to hide.” She nodded.

  “Yes, they do.”

  The restaurant was near the end of the block. Other people strolled that way, maybe heading to the restaurant or returning from lunch. So far, everything seemed to be as it should be.

  He glanced over at Tempest. It was always great to be with her. The sun streamed down highlighting her bright red hair. A sheen gleamed on her bottom lips almost as if asking for him to kiss her.

  The hunters were still out there. Dante had sent information out about another body that had been found by the police. According to Parker, the male had advertised services as a psychic. His body bore all the hallmarks of torture before his death. His name hadn’t been on the list. There was reason to be cautious, but attacking in full view of others wouldn’t fit their usual MO.

  They made their way down the sidewalk. His gaze sharpened as a man in a gray shirt and gray pants ambled toward them. Nothing outwardly seemed odd about the man, but something nagged. Was he one of the hunters? Maybe he was being too suspicious.

  He stepped closer to Tempest. Should I take her back and have something delivered? He took a deep breath. Most likely the man was from one of the other office buildings. Phoenix rolled his shoulders. He was probably overreacting. The man hadn’t made any strange movements and didn’t appear to be armed.

  A hand landed in the middle of Phoenix’s back and a hard shove launched him forward. His arm slipped away from Tempest. The man dressed in gray took two quick steps forward and swung at him. Phoenix blocked. He punched the man in the gut. Air exploded from the bastard, and he stumbled back.

  Arms wrapped around him, holding his arms to his sides. A fist slammed into his jaw. Phoenix wrenched. No way was that human going to take him down. He might not be able to shift or even use his claws on the assholes, but he could definitely use his strength. He shook free and jabbed, driving his fist into the other man’s face.

 

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