He holds my gaze in the mirror. One side of his lips curves up. It’s as if he’s read my mind.
My skin heats. My nerve endings tingle.
He skims his big palm up my inner thigh.
I shudder.
He stops just short of my core.
My shoulders bunch.
“Didn’t take you for a tease—” My breath catches.
He forces his muscled thigh between my legs and yanks them apart.
A moan bubbles up, and I bite my lips to swallow it back. I don’t want him to see how much he’s affecting me. How much the sureness of his moves, his every dominant gesture, the sheer confidence with which he handles my body, turns me on.
Moisture gathers between my thighs. Heat flushes my chest. Damn, I am so turned on, and it’s just by his nearness.
The scent of him, musky, smoky, complex, like a midsummer night when the leaves on the trees ache for the caress of moonlight…and what am I even thinking? My brain cells feel like they are melting. I try to squeeze my thighs together, and he shakes his head.
“That’s my job, remember?” He drags the edge of his hand across my clit.
Flickers of pleasure radiate out from his touch to pool in my belly. I groan, and my eyes flutter shut.
My head falls forward.
The heat from his chest flows over me and seems to hold me captive. It feels like I am lit from the inside. “What are you doing to me?” I gasp.
He doesn’t reply. Just dips his head, so his breath sears the nape of my neck. Then he kisses me there.
I shudder, and my mind empties of all thought.
He grips my waist only to drag his big hand up my side then up and around to the front.
Little pinpricks of pleasure dance over my skin. The pleasure is so intense I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from crying out. “I… I don’t normally do this.”
“What?”
“This…” I crack my eyelids open to meet his gaze again. “Throw myself at a random stranger who crosses my path.”
“Nothing random about this.” He drags his palm up to cup my breast.
My nipples tighten into nubs, waiting, wanting his touch so bad. My toes curl.
“What do you mean?” I frown as his words register.
“Just that this was meant to happen. You and me. Meeting like this. Being attracted to each other.”
His finger trails circles around my nipples. My chest pushes out; my back arches as if my body is trying to shove my breast into his palm.
“Are you sure?” I still hold his gaze in the mirror. My lips are parted, and color streaks my cheeks. I cannot recognize the woman I see in the reflection. I am the bodyguard to the leader of Moscow, and she is going to take the pledge to her people today.
Some of the sexual haze clears from my head as that thought sinks into me. I straighten my shoulders. “I need to be somewhere else. I—”
His fingers pinch my nipple. Liquid lust ripples over my skin. My core pulses. Moisture pools between my thighs.
His nostrils flare. Damn the man, but he can scent my arousal.
Those blue eyes of his darken until they seem almost turquoise. Flares of amber leap in them.
He flicks his ears back, and I stare.
“What?” He growls.
The tendons on his throat move as he speaks, and I so very much want to lean up and lick his skin, just taste him again.
“Your ears,” I gulp. “They are pointed at the tips.”
“So?”
“So they weren’t before.”
“No, that only happens when I am aroused. As does this." He peels back his lips, and his canines drop.
Fear tugs my nerves. Anticipation stretches my skin.
“You are Fae?”
He jerks his chin.
Don’t say it. Don’t say it, “And, ah, are you… aroused now?”
"What do you think?" His lips draw up in a smirk.
"I think, you need to finish what you started." What the hell? Am I really doing this? Baiting this male? Trying to push him over the edge?
He lowers his head and closes his teeth around the side of my throat. The sharp tips of his canines graze my skin without breaking the surface.
The gesture is so animalistic, so feral, desire twists my gut. My thighs clench. Maybe I don’t want him to control himself. Maybe I just want him to take me before I come to my senses and realize everything about this scene is wrong.
His palm squeezes my breast, and I moan.
With his other hand, he rams a finger into my pussy, and I can't stop the whine that dribbles from my lips.
He licks the skin he’s marked, then rubs his cheek against mine. Moves in close enough for me to feel his chest muscles flex under his shirt.
That scent of him is everywhere around me, sinking into me. I want more. Much more. My head falls back on his chest.
He adds another finger to the first, shoving it into me. He drags his fingertip over the walls of my wet channel.
I cry out.
Shivers of heat flutter down my back, and my arms and legs tingle.
“I am going to make you orgasm so hard you’ll forget anyone and anything who came before me.”
The sound of his voice arrows straight to my core. More moisture flows out from between my thighs.
He adds a third finger and thrusts the digits in and out, then all the way in. He curves his fingers, even as he brings his other hand to the curve of my waist; he applies enough pressure, so I lean my waist forward. My butt twitches.
His fingers slip in deeper, hitting a spot inside me that I didn’t even know existed.
My thigh muscles clench, my toes curl. Every pore in my body seems to pop.
I thrash my head to the side and brush against his neck. The scent of him fills my nose, and I draw in his essence. It’s harsh yet filled with that edge of sex, just like him. Heat gallops up my veins. I can’t stop myself from flicking out my tongue and dragging it over his skin.
I feel his breath catch, feel his big body brace, feel all the planes of his chest go solid. His arousal digs into the curve of my waist. I want…need more…something more.
As if sensing the restlessness gathering inside me, he pushes his body into mine and covers my smaller frame.
His pelvis cradles my butt, his hard chest covers my back, and his fingers, those wicked fingers continue their assault on my channel. I sense him widen his stance, moving his legs apart as if to better hold up the weight of my body. The thick length of his shaft strains his pants and throbs against my butt. I am surrounded by this stranger, wallowing in his heat.
My head spins. My throat goes dry, and I want more. Much more.
A low growl rumbles up his chest. “You are so fucking responsive, like no female I’ve ever met before.”
His voice sweeps aside the fog in my mind. Reminding me once more that I need to leave before it’s too late.
I turn my head to tell him just that when he tilts his head and closes his lips over mine.
4
Dante
The skin around her eyes tightens. A moan bleeds out of her, and I swallow it down.
I slide my tongue inside her mouth and swipe it over her teeth. I’m ravenous for her. My stomach flutters. Hunger, that’s all it is. A need for her that I can slake. All I have to do is take her…mate her…never let her go.
Mate her?
The thought scrambles my brain, slams against my temples. Liquid heat strums my nerve endings, even as my thigh muscles spasm.
It can’t be. This utterly gorgeous, slip of a woman who barely comes to my chest, who has the most magnificent eyes that speak to me, and call to me… Cannot be my mate.
I can’t take a mate. Not now. Not when I am in the middle of the most important mission of my life.
She moans and flicks her tongue over mine, battling with it.
All my attention focuses right back on the origin of the most exquisite experience of my life. The taste of her like
melted honey and crushed ginger sinks into my blood. My groin hardens and my cock strains at my pants. Whoever she is, I have to have her.
I move my arm to lay it across her chest, then bring her flush against me. The curve of her spine molds to the angles of my body. Her butt twitches and her shoulder blades dig into my chest.
I want to make sure she never forgets this encounter. I have to leave her… I cannot possibly let myself be involved with her, not now…not ever. If I do, I’ll never be able to complete the mission I started, all my best laid plans will go to dust, and I can’t have that, not when I am so close to my goal.
Her shoulders tremble. She bites down on my tongue. I feel it all the way to the tip of my cock. I slide a fourth finger into her channel, and her pussy clamps down on my digits. My groin tightens, and my chest hurts. If only a different part of me was embedded in her. That muscle, which is pulsating with need, which is fixating on her, which insists that she’s the one. The blood thuds at my temples.
All my nerve endings seem to catch fire. I hook my fingers inside her, and her entire body goes stiff.
She strains in my hold, rises on tiptoes, and her spine bows. Her breasts push up. Then a low cry bleeds out of her. Moisture streams from her pussy, drenching my fingers, pooling in my palm. She shatters in my arms.
The breath shudders in and out of me, my chest rises and falls, liquid lust grips me, and I tighten my hold on her. I am going to have to leave, but something in me insists I give her something to remember me by.
I yank my fingers from her then spin her limp body around to face me. Her head lolls, and her knees almost give away.
A part of me rejoices that it was me who brought her to that shattering edge. No one else will be able to do that. No one…should touch her… No, that doesn’t make sense. For I have to go. I have to get out of here.
Anger twists my gut. I need to make sure she’ll never forget me, that my touch, the feel of my fingers, the taste of me is imprinted in her.
I grip her waist and hoist her up on the edge of the sink.
Her body quivers. Her feet don’t even touch the floor.
“Look at me.” My voice is harsh, fiercer than I intended.
Her eyelids flutter.
“Now.” I infuse the same authority I use to address my team into my tone.
She raises those long eyelashes and trains that heart-stopping gaze of hers on me. Amber sparks in them. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips bitten. Her thick, auburn curls bunch around her shoulders. She looks like she’s been thoroughly fucked, and damn if I don’t want to complete what I’ve started.
“You’re leaving.” Her chin wobbles.
“I have to go.” I narrow my gaze on her, try to show that this little encounter hasn’t affected me as much as it has her.
She scissors her legs around my waist, then raises her head and nips at my chin.
Goosebumps flare on my skin. My dick throbs and pushes against that secret triangle at the apex of her legs. “Why did you do that?”
“You’re not the only one who gets to decide what you want out of this. You don’t get to write me off, not like that.”
“Oh?” I tilt my head.
There is a warm feeling in my chest that is growing by the second. My lips pull up in a smirk.
Goddamn, but this human has spirit. She’s stronger than I anticipated. More obstinate than I give her credit for. More…everything than I expected. She would be, because she is my mate…not. I shake my head to clear it.
She frowns, then throws her arms around my neck, knitting her fingers in my hair. Her fingernails rake across my scalp. Shivers of lust streak down my skin.
I raise my palms and cup her face.
Her gaze widens. The silver sparks in her eyes flare. A pool of awareness shimmers between us. It’s more intense than anything I have ever felt. There’s this visceral connection with this woman, something I hadn’t anticipated. It’s not just physical, it’s more and… I cannot do this, not now.
“I am sorry.” Swooping down I close my mouth over hers.
5
Gia
The taste of him flows into me. Like a deep, dark taste of cocoa, with the tang of cinnamon.
He seems to be pouring his essence inside me. As if he wants to imprint his taste on my lips, and he does. He doesn’t want me to forget him.
And that doesn’t make sense.
I’ve just met him, and he’s already stamped his touch all over me.
I find myself clinging to him, pulling him closer, making sure to thrust my breasts into his chest. Locking my ankles behind his waist, plowing my heels into his back, I yank him closer.
His hardness nudges my core. I raise my pelvis and press my pussy flush over his throbbing shaft.
A dense cloud of heat rolls off him and pours over me.
Sweat beads my forehead.
The planes of his chest shift, his muscles coil, I know he’s about to leave, and I want to stop him. Yet I know I am powerless to do so. I need to see him again…and I won’t.
If he goes, I’ll never see him again.
Something inside me snaps. I tear my lips from his so suddenly that my teeth graze his lower lip. Drops of blood pop up, and he licks them off.
He watches me with hooded eyes. The tendons of his throat move as he swallows. He wants to say something. I can sense it. And yet…he doesn’t move, doesn’t talk. He waits and watches me. Heat surges to my cheeks.
“Why did you do that?” My throat feels raw as if I have been screaming.
“What?” His voice is flat.
“Bring me to climax only to let me go?” I curl my fingers over his skin.
“Because I couldn’t let you go without marking you.” His lips twist.
“You doing that to make my life a living hell?” Heat pools in my chest. My throat closes.
“And mine.” He rubs his thumb over my lower lip. “If there was any other way, I would take it.” His features harden.
I realize then what I am doing: I am begging him to stay, and that’s not like me. I never ask for anything, never, and yet here I am, pleading with this man, asking him to give me…what? Fulfillment?
I drop my legs to the side, let go of him, and push at his chest. He steps back, and I skid off the ledge.
Then, turning to the mirror, I pull back my hair and try to comb it into some semblance of order. The sleeveless upper half of my dress dips low in the front, enough to reveal the shadow of my cleavage.
The skin of my throat is chafed red from the friction of his beard. My lips are bitten, my cheeks streaked with color. I take in a deep breath. “Leave.” I grip my fingers around the edge of the sink.
“Not like this.” He rubs the back of his neck. His eyebrows knit.
I bite my lower lip. “There’s no point in extending this encounter when it can’t go anywhere.”
His nostrils flare, and his gaze narrows. Anger rolls off him in waves. He stalks forward and pushes his body against mine.
I gulp.
Every millimeter of my skin seems to be tuned in to this man’s presence. My heart stutters. My ribcage hurts. There’s a ball of emotion in my throat, and I swallow it down. I am stupid. Why am I so attracted to this man? Why does it feel like he’s something important to me, when I don’t know anything about him? “You never told me your name.” I frown.
He wraps his arms around me and places his chin on my head. “It’s better this way, better you know nothing more than—”
“How we fit together. How you can make me climax. How your dick even now hardens at the thought of being inside me, how you want to bury yourself balls deep in my pussy—”
“Woman—”
His growl rolls over my skin, tugging at my nerve endings. My skin feels too tight. Every inch of my body quivers in anticipation. I ball my fingers into fists, not even sure what’s driving me to goad him. To push him on. To make him lose his control, so he looks as helpless as I feel.
“Admit it, you
want me.”
He swivels me around to face him.
“Of course I want you. I am more attracted to you than I have been to anyone else. I need you with a force that’s breathtaking and which I can’t explain to myself. An intensity that I’ve never felt before.” The skin stretches over his cheeks. His lips thin. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
I swallow and try to speak but find the words stick in my throat.
His eyebrows furrow. “Or would you prefer my version?” He grabs my shoulders and yanks me up to my tiptoes. “That I want to fuck your brains out, Starlight. I want to bring you to climax after climax until you can’t walk straight for weeks.” He slams me to him with so much force that my teeth seem to shake. “I want to claim you until you can’t think of anything but me. Until every part of you has been ravaged by me. Until you are mine.”
His words send a primal thrill coursing over my skin. Moisture pools in my core; my toes dig into my shoes. I should be offended by the crudeness of his intent, yet the raw need inherent in them only turns me on. A part of me wants him to do just that: take me, dominate me, fuck me. Even as the more sheltered woman inside me is shocked by how I am responding to him.
If he’d simply taken what I am offering it would have been so simple. This is not a man who hesitates. Yet, he's holding back. Hope blooms in my chest. And isn’t that insane? He’s someone I’ll never see again. And it’s precisely why I want more, much more from him. The thoughts swirl around in my head. I am no longer sure what I am asking of him…of myself.
“Likely the truth lies somewhere in between.” He murmurs the words under his breath. His gaze rakes over my features. “For what you make me feel is impossible.”
Those dark pupils deepen in color until they resemble black holes of darkness.
My breath catches. My heart stutters.
“It’s too much. Too fast.” His eyes burn with an intensity which is so true that he couldn’t be faking it.
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