Seductive Powers

by Rebecca Royce

  Unless...

  He pulled his head back. "You want me, right?"

  Her eyes were cloudy, her lips already swollen from his kiss. "What?”

  “Me. It's me you want, not Ace, right?"

  Wendy arched an eyebrow. "Do you think I'd be doing this with you if I wanted Ace?"

  Her tone suggested she found his question amusing, not insulting, and he was relieved.

  "I just had to check."

  She shook her head. "Why would you think I—?"

  He didn't let her finish, pushing his lips to hers again, this time wanting to growl with delight.

  His heart pounded and he knew he was going to have to tone it down if he was going to have any chance of not hurting her later.

  He ended their kiss, staring down at her in the darkness. "Wendy, you need to know something about me." She grinned.

  "What are you smiling about?"

  "I just realized this might be the thing about you I learn today I didn't know yesterday."

  God, she was adorable. He sat up, running a hand through his hair. She reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled herself up beside him. "I'm sorry; you wanted to tell me something serious, and I made a joke."

  "It was funny. It was a good joke." Now that he'd been interrupted, he didn't know if he wanted to tell her. Maybe they should just call off the entire thing altogether. He'd go back to his room.

  She squeezed his arm. "Tell me."

  "It's not easy for me to be intimate with anyone. The extra strength. I have to be careful, on my guard the whole time. I'm worried about how strongly I want you. I'm concerned I'm going to hurt you."

  "I don't understand."

  "Come on, you know what I mean. I tear my clothes; I destroy chairs. I can't be counted on to keep my cool. Most of the time, I barely care about the woman; I don't feel a tremendous amount of passion, but with you..."

  He saw a wash of emotions cross her eyes and he couldn't identify any of them. Why oh why one of his superpowers wasn't the ability to read minds, he didn't know. It would make things so much simpler.

  Finally, she spoke. "Okay, so now I have to tell you something."

  Rubbing his nose, he looked at her. Something was going to have to give. In the next minute they were either going to fuck or he was running back to his room. It was actually amusing when he thought about it; he never ran from anything. Courage was job-requirement, and now, here was this little woman making him want to cower like a frightened child.

  "What's that?"

  Her cheeks had turned a delightful shade of pink. "I've never actually been with anyone so I'm not certain that I know precisely what you're referring to."

  What? "You're a virgin?"

  "That's what I just told you, yes."

  "What's wrong with the men you hang out with, Wendy?" He realized he was shouting and he lowered his voice. Ace could hear them if he felt like listening; Draco didn't need to make it easier on his nosy brother.

  "Well, for the longest time I wasn't hanging out with any and then later, there was Kyle and the rest of the guys at the Space Adventures club. Kyle was obviously interested, but the others kind of just see me as member of the group, not as a woman."

  "And other than that, you spend all your time in that online game." She nodded. "That's right."

  "If you think the fact you haven't been with anyone makes me want you less, you're wrong."

  It was true. If anything, he'd gotten hotter thinking he'd be the only one to touch her, the only one to know her sexually. All of the time she'd sat outside his office, he should have dragged her in and taken her over his desk. His hands shook; he gripped the bed. "It just makes me even more concerned I'm going to be too...much."

  She touched his cheek, turning his head until he looked at her. What he saw almost took his

  breath away. Wendy was the most open woman he'd ever known. She played no games; she had no wiles; as far as he could tell, she had no idea how to flirt. Wendy wanted him and she was offering herself to him. He'd have to be crazy to turn her down. Even if she was his Handler and he was the worst kind of hypocrite for giving Ace crap about doing this very thing himself.

  Tonight, he was willing to make a mistake, if that’s what this was. He needed to be with Wendy.

  He exhaled. "All right, I realize this might not be the sexiest way to start this but we have to agree on some rules."

  He watched her swallow hard. "Rules?"

  "Yes, rules. You have to promise to tell me if anything I do hurts you."

  "Draco." She leaned over and bit his shoulder gently. "Do you have this conversation with all your women?"

  "I think you might be surprised to know the number is a lot less than you might think. I like to be seen; it's good for business and the image I created, but I don't go home with many of them and no one comes here." She'd bit him and God, he liked it. He was now so hard he was going to have to get out of his pants before they grew so painfully tight he injured himself peeling them off. "Having you here is much more intimate."

  "All right, so I'll tell you if I don't like something if you promise to stop mentioning other women right now because it's really killing my confidence."

  He took her chin in his hand. "Why?”

  “Because it is."

  "Tell me why." He wasn't going to let her hide. If something was bothering her, she needed to tell him.

  "Shut up, Draco." She kissed him, hard, pushing him backward. Truth was, she couldn't shove him anywhere he didn't want to go. Men twice her size couldn't budge him, it came with the superpowers, but he let her move him down.

  Her mouth was on his, and this time she was the aggressor, demanding he meet her tongue for tongue, stroke for stroke.

  Experienced women knew how to manipulate their mouths to best increase their pleasure, to get him to do what they wanted him to do. Usually, he found it amusing.

  Wendy had no past to call upon and what she was doing was purely instinctual, less practiced, and God above, it turned him on.

  Wrapping one leg around her, he flung her over until he was on top, never letting go of her mouth. She groaned and it sounded like it came from deep within her throat, making him shiver.

  He wanted to be inside her more than anything. Holding back was going to be difficult. He was desperate to have her wrap her legs around his waist while he drove himself endlessly inside of her.

  That wasn't, however, how he was going to take her virginity. He would fight for finesse, even if it killed him.

  "I want to look at you." He tugged at her pajama top. "Take it off."

  Her fingers shook as she fiddled with the buttons. With a curse, he pushed her hands away and ripped the damned garment off her body. "I bought it for you, I'll buy another one."

  "Or you can let me go home and get my own clothes."

  "Little girl, I may never let you out of this bed let alone out my house."

  Looking at her now bare chest, he felt like the luckiest damned fool ever to walk the planet.

  Tonight, if he did his job right, he'd introduce her to a world of sensual pleasure she'd never known.

  "My breasts, they're kind of too big, I know."

  "Too big for what?" They were more than a handful and he loved it, had always loved that about her.

  "Too big for most things, actually. If I try to run without wearing a really, really tight sports bra, I get a black eye."

  "Quite an image." Moving so they were chest to chest with only his arm holding him above her, he smiled down at her pained expression. "Let me let you in on a little secret—men like boobs. To us, there is no such thing as too big."

  She laughed and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. "I guess I'm a little worried now. It must have been all the talk about all of the women you do this with; I've seen their pictures in the newspapers. I don't look like them. I'm really much rounder than—"

  He silenced her by placing a hand over her mouth. "If you're about to say something disparaging about yourself, I don
't want to hear it. You're beautiful, and I've had the pleasure, and I mean pleasure, of looking at your curves in the outfits you wear to work for four years.

  This is your first time doing this; I'd rather not have to spank your sweet ass, but I will if you keep it up."

  She swallowed. "Spank me?”

  “Until you beg me not to stop."

  "Ah, I don't know if I'd like that."

  He leaned down until he could whisper directly in her ear. "Trust me, Wendy; you'd beg me to do it again but not tonight." He reconsidered his statement. "Well, maybe later tonight."

  Chapter Nine

  Wendy gasped at the imagery Draco's dark words did to her insides. What was wrong with her that it made her so hot to think of his hand striking her bottom? She had no time to dwell on her question as Draco removed his pants and she got a full view of how large and imposing a man he really was. His long, erect penis stole her attention.

  She must have gasped, for he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look in his eyes again. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promised you."

  "Is it really un-cool if I say to you I've never seen one before and I never imagined it could be so impressive?"

  "Well, Warner, I have to say you just inflated my ego about tenfold, and clearly, I didn't need any more self-confidence since I've never had a shortage of self- importance."

  He was teasing her. Here she was, genuinely nervous about what was about to happen, and he was making fun. She whacked him on the arm. "I'm glad you're finding such amusement at my expense."

  "Never that, Wendy. Never that."

  He kissed her hard on the mouth and she wanted to scream from the joy of it.

  She was in bed with Draco and they were going to have sex. Although it had been going on for several minutes now, she still couldn't believe it. She closed her eyes and said the sentence silently, one more time. Maybe, if she repeated it enough she could convince herself this wasn't a dream.

  His hand on her breast, he teased her nipple and she thought she might explode from the pleasure. As she gasped, he raised an eyebrow. "Sensitive there?"

  She swallowed. In her imagination, there hadn't been quite this much talking.

  Having sex had been more like Wendy holding onto Draco for dear life, as she rode out a storm. But Draco seemed to want to discuss the entire process as they went along.

  Somehow, that made the experience more engaging, more involved. It also made her nervous as hell. The things she had heard over the years, when she listened to people talking on the subway or in the ladies' room, had taught her men usually just liked to get the job done.

  Why wasn't Draco in more of a hurry?

  Leaning down, he bit her lightly on the shoulder and she jolted. "You just bit me."

  "And I'm likely to do it again." He smiled. "You never answered my question. Are you sensitive there?”

  “Apparently."

  He smiled in a wolfish manner and she shivered in anticipation. He really was playing with her.

  "Why are you asking me so many questions?"

  "Because." He pulled her up until she sat on his lap, her pajama bottoms pushed up against his very naked erection. "I don't know your body yet. Usually, it's easy. Most of the women I've known can tell me exactly how they want to be touched or they move around very deliberately to let me know." He kissed her shoulder where he'd bitten her. "You're a treat. It's like opening a package and not knowing what's inside."

  "What if I turn out to be a disappointing package? Like someone sent you a pair of socks in the mail?"

  "Not possible."

  His mouth pressed to hers and she lost all sense. That's what kissing Draco was like. When his mouth touched hers and their tongues danced together, Wendy felt like a tornado had swept through room and carried her away to an enchanted land with no worries.

  This time as he kissed her, his hand found her breast. Gently, he squeezed her nipple and she arched her back. Still in his arms, she felt his free hand hold her flush against him.

  Pulling his head back, he met her gaze. She bit down on her now-sensitive lip. "Can I touch you?"

  "Please."

  Tentatively, she reached out and stroked the muscles of Draco's chest. Her hands brushed over the small, dark hair she found there. He shivered under her ministrations, his eyes never leaving her face. Leaning back, he pulled her with him until the headboard on the bed supported his weight.

  Touching lower, she petted his well-defined six-pack. She wasn't surprised. The man was a Guardian There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. It was as if his muscles had been carved out of stone. Tracing her finger along the line of one of his stomach muscles, she felt his cock twitch.

  "You're a beautiful man, Draco." She looked down, suddenly embarrassed she'd spoken so openly. Maybe men didn't want to be referred to in those terms.

  Tipping her chin up with his finger, he kissed her softly on the lips. "Thank you.”

  “I want to..." She trailed off, unsure of what she should say. Really, this uncomfortable feeling was going to be her undoing. Draco might just get up and leave. "You want to what?"

  "I want to touch it." There, she'd said it aloud.

  "Hmm." He pushed the hair off her forehead. "Later. I'm afraid if you touch it right now I'm not going to last through all the incredible things I still have left to do to you.

  "Here..." Gently, he pushed her down onto the bed and came over her. Wendy thought her heart might actually explode from how fast it was beating. "Let's get this off you."

  She gulped. It was the moment of truth. He'd seen her large breasts and liked them, but there was no hiding the size of her hips or her rear once he got her pajama bottoms off.

  First, he slipped one leg off and then the other. His eyes darkened.

  "What?" He didn't look happy. Dear heavens, was he disappointed with how she looked?

  "My brother took off your undies when he dressed you in this."

  She looked down, noticing she was, in fact, very naked. His eyes had darkened because he was mad. Was it possible Draco Powers was jealous because his younger brother had claimed a peek at her privates?

  "Draco, I'm sure he didn't mean anything, and he probably dressed me very fast.”

  “I'm going to beat him within an inch of his life."

  "No!" She shook her head, pinching his cheeks with her hands. "You're not going to. We're just going to agree Ace never, ever, under any circumstances, gets to see me naked again.

  Okay?"

  "Alright, we'll agree to that. I only asked him to do it because I didn't think I could keep my frickin' hands off you."

  She wanted to sigh with contentment. "Really?"

  "I've been fantasizing about fucking you for weeks." Maybe longer. But he didn’t want to sound pathetic.

  His harsh wording brought her back to reality. They might be doing this; he might be gentle with her; she might be about to lose her virginity; but to Draco, this was "fucking" and any notions she had about them "making love" she needed to get out of her head. Tomorrow, he

  would probably pretend this night hadn't happened and treat her like the other women he'd screwed and then forgot about.

  "So, Ace is a dead man , later."

  He said the last word so gruffly she wondered if he was just blustering or if he really did intend beat up his younger brother. She'd grown up around girls and had no idea what made men tick.

  His hand moved toward her dark curls and soon he was touching where no one had touched her before. She gasped at the feeling. "Like that, little girl?"

  On a laugh, she shook her head. "My gasp didn't tell you I did? You need constant reassurance?"

  "Maybe I just like hearing the sound of your voice."

  But if that was true, he was going to be sorely disappointed, as she could no longer form words. She was awash in new sensations she couldn't discern let alone vocalize. Draco pressed one finger inside, found a sensitive bundle of nerves she hadn't known she had, and her body clenched around his finger. />
  "So responsive, I like that."

  As if to prove his point, he pushed into her with two more fingers and Wendy felt her body start to shake. Heavens, this was what all the fuss was about?

  "Do you know what's going to happen now?" He whispered in her ear. She hoped he didn't expect an answer because she didn't have any idea, and she was incapable of speech.

  "I'm going to make you come. I want you to come for me."

  To make his point, he pressed hard on her sensitive core. She gasped. Draco’s quick fingers played with her sensitive nub, and swirled inside of her. God, what was happening? Finally, when she wasn’t certain she could take anymore, he added pressure on the same spot. Wendy nearly threw herself off the bed as pleasure exploded through her the likes of which she could never have imagined. Wetness pooled from her inside as she screamed Draco's name.

  Using his free hand, he stroked her forehead. "That was beautiful. I'm going to make you do that again."

  "I can do that again?" Her throat sounded scratchy.

  He raised an eyebrow. "Should we make a bet on how many times I can make you come for me?"

  She laughed, which should have been impossible, considering she still shook. "You'd clearly win that bet. I have no idea what I'm doing."

  "Then we won't gamble; I'll just tell you, I'm going to bring you to climax five times tonight before I'm done."

  She swallowed. That could happen to her five times? "Is it always like that one?”

  “Since it was your first time, I'm going to bet it gets better."

  Wendy couldn't see herself but judging by the warmth in her cheeks, she would bet she turned three shades of red. "Better?"

  Draco licked his tongue up her neck toward her ear. "Immensely." She shivered. "You just licked me?"

  He smiled an evil grin. "I like to use my tongue for many purposes."

  And then he used his tongue in a way she'd never even considered possible. With his hand on her knee to hold her open, he leaned forward, licking and sucking where his fingers had played earlier. She let out a throaty moan and grabbed his neck.

  "Do you know how good you taste, little girl? I wish I were a cat. I could lap up your sweet cream all day." With one last lick, he swirled around her clitoris. "Come for me, Wendy. Come right now."