A scream of frustration tore from her lips when his thrusts slowed to a halt, leaving her ready to kill the bastard for toying with her. She enjoyed a little bed play just as much as the next girl, but this was too much. A few times over the years she’d ended up in bed with some asshole that thought he had something to prove by trying to turn her into a quivering mass of need by drawing out her pleasure until she was forced to beg, but she never begged.
No, not her. She couldn’t stand guys who thought that they were God’s gift to women and were hell-bent on proving it. It was a huge turnoff and it only managed to annoy her enough to push the guy off her and go find something else to do to kill a few hours, kind of like now.
Muttering a curse to cover her disappointment and the fact that she felt like crying, she opened her eyes, more than ready to tell the jerk to stop playing games, and found herself staring up into glimmering red eyes of a man who looked like he was in hell.
It was also when she realized that she wasn’t the one trembling.
Chapter 37
“I can’t do this,” he said in a strangled whisper, averting his eyes in shame as he moved to climb off her.
He forced himself to ignore the way her core gripped him tightly, refusing to let him go and the way that it felt to glide out of her, her warm juices coating every last inch of him, tempting him to slide back in for more, but he couldn’t, not without scaring her. He’d fucked up. Christ, had he fucked up. He should have known better, did know better, but his brain didn’t seem to work, not around Cloe.
She made him want things that he couldn’t have, shouldn’t want. He’d spent his entire life watching over his sister, protecting her and agonizing over her happiness. He would always love her and miss her, but after ninety years of playing protector, he should want his freedom and be willing to do anything to have it. Instead he was here, in bed with this beautiful woman that drove him out of his fucking mind, pretending that he could be something that she needed. He was obviously delusional and he would be paying for this mistake for the rest of his life.
Great, just what he needed, he mused, shaking his head in disgust, another fucking Kodak moment.
“Why not?” Cloe asked, reaching out to stop him, but he moved out of her reach, refusing to prolong this torture for another second longer.
“Sex doesn’t work for me,” he said, a fucking understatement.
He should have learned his lesson years ago in that cage, but obviously he hadn’t. He always let his dick convince him that he could handle it now that he was older, more in control, but it was always a bullshit lie that he told himself so that he could take what he wanted. He thought he’d learned his lesson forty years ago, but that first glimpse of Cloe in the pharmacy had him forgetting what he was capable of and had him panting after her like a teenage boy with his first hard on.
“Because……?” she asked, stretching out the word as she sat up, following his retreat.
“Just because,” he said, shaking his head in disgust at himself for being so fucking stupid.
He’d enjoyed touching her, loved it and would gladly give up his soul to do it again, but now he knew what he was missing. His cock ached so badly, every movement sending sharp pain up his shaft and quickly making breathing a thing of the past. A cold shower wouldn’t help, he realized with a wince as he slowly made his way off the bed. The only thing that would help would be taking himself in hand, and with Cloe cursed with his condition, she’d know what he was doing. It was no doubt going to piss her off to know that he’d rather take himself in hand than finish with her, but right now he didn’t have a choice if he-
A grunt escaped him as he suddenly found himself shoved back down on the bed and Cloe on top of him, pinning him down.
“Get off,” he said, his hands clenching into fists as he forced his arms to remain where they were, afraid that if he touched her again that he’d lose control and fuck the life out of her. Not that Cloe could die, but he’d do enough damage to make the night he’d attacked her seem like a fun-filled day at Disneyworld.
He couldn’t do that to her, no matter how badly his body ached to be back inside her.
She cocked her head to the side as she looked down, studying him with open curiosity before she shook her head. “No,” she said, sighing heavily as she leaned forward, entwined their hands together and leaned back down until the tip of his cock, desperate to get back inside of her, was brushing up against her stomach just above where the hair that protected her sex began, “I don’t think I will. At least not until you explain why you keep playing with me.”
“I’m not playing with you,” he bit out, moving to pull his hands away from her and risk touching her when she shook her head and gave his hands a gentle squeeze in warning.
“Yeah, you really are and I’d like to know why,” she said, shifting over him so that the underside of the tip of his cock brushed up harder against the smooth warm skin of her stomach, driving him out of his fucking mind.
“No,” he said through clenched teeth, deciding to put an end to this bullshit, “I’m not.”
“Really?” she asked, cocking a challenging brow as she abruptly released his hands, sat up and then-
“Oh, shit!”
Sat down on his lap, her wet warm pussy landing right on top of the base of his cock. Locking eyes with him, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, giving it a squeeze. When she stroked him, he reached up, the broken links of his handcuffs clinking lightly against the cuffs as he reached out to stop her, but a warning squeeze around his cock had him groaning long and loud and his hands dropping helplessly by his sides.
“So, then what are you doing?” she asked, stroking him as she pressed down, forcing the length of his cock between her wet folds.
“Nothing,” he managed hoarsely, his eyes glued to the small tan hand wrapped around him.
“Nothing?” she murmured, watching him as she moved to grip him just beneath the head of his cock.
“Changed my mind,” he lied, licking his lips as he watched her tilt her hips, the move pressing her core and swollen clit right against him.
“You just changed your mind?” she repeated, sounding amused as she looked pointedly down at the large erection in her hands.
“Yes!” he hissed out when she rocked her hips, rubbing her wet slit over him.
“I see,” she said softly, her attention fixed on his cock as her grip tightened around him. She slowly canted her hips back and forth, riding the length of his cock as she moaned softly.
His fangs shot down before he could stop them. Glad that her attention was elsewhere, he ran his tongue over the tips of his fangs and willed them to retreat, but they wouldn’t listen, not with Cloe coating his cock in her juices. His breaths came short and choppy as he desperately tried sending his fangs back, praying that he was able to do it before she saw them and started screaming. He felt the tingle of his eyes just before their surroundings took on shades of red again, but with a thought he had them shifting back to blue.
“So, you’d be okay if I stopped?” she asked, continuing to play with his cock as she shot him a questioning look.
Clamping his jaw tightly shut, he nodded, his cock jerking in her hands in protest.
Cloe sighed, long and loud as she reluctantly nodded. “If that’s what you want.”
It wasn’t what he wanted, but he didn’t have a choice. Never had. He could handle fingering a woman, licking her out and kissing her without losing control, but every time he slid inside a woman his grip on his control faltered, leaving him struggling to hide what he was. The few times that he’d allowed himself to take a chance he’d ended up scrambling for the door and running off like a coward, but the last time…..
That last time should have been enough.
He could still hear her screams for help….
It sure as hell wasn’t something that he wanted to go through with Cloe. She made him lose control with a smile. He was a fucking moron for thinking t
hat he had a chance of retaining control with her because of a pair of handcuffs. He should have……..
“Fucking hell!” he roared as Cloe took him by surprise.
“Much better,” Cloe said, sounding pleased with herself as she slowly slid down his cock until he was buried inside her to the hilt. “Now, where were we?”
He opened his mouth to beg her to have mercy on him, but the sensation of his fangs shooting down had him clamping his mouth shut. His control over his eyes was tenuous, but for the moment he had them under his control. He used his eyes to convey the message that she needed to get off him, now. When she ignored his glare, he reached up to remove her with trembling hands only to have her intercept his hands and place them on her breasts.
“I believe you were explaining to me the reason why you’ve been screwing with my head,” she said, covering his hands with hers and forcing them to squeeze her large pouty breasts as she shifted on his lap, drawing a strangled groan from him.
“Haven’t been screwing with your head,” he managed to bite out between clenched teeth, praying that she didn’t see his fangs and realize just how close he was to losing it.
“Really?” she asked in a disbelieving tone as she slowly rode him, her wet core hugging his shaft tightly and stroking it with every motion.
“Yes!”
“I see,” she said, releasing her hold over his hands.
The second that her hands dropped to her sides, he forced himself to drop his hands as well, ignoring the impulse to squeeze them, run his hands over them, play with the pretty nipples begging for his attention and…
And…..
And…..
Lick his lips hungrily as he watched Cloe reach between her legs and trace her wet slit with the tips of her fingers. Enthralled, he watched as she rode him, his cock disappearing inside her with increasing urgency as she played with her swollen clit for his viewing pleasure. Everything took on shades of red, but he was too lost to care or realize what that meant. A small moan dragged his attention north to find a similar pair of shimmering red eyes watching him.
He felt his body go still and swore that his heart stopped beating as he waited for her to scream, to yell at him, call him a monster, hit him, to look at him with terror and disgust as she realized that the man that was making love to her was the same man that had attacked her and destroyed her life. It was what he deserved, what he expected, but this was Cloe that he was dealing with here. Why he still expected her to act like a normal woman would was beyond him.
“You feel so good,” she said, licking her lips hungrily as she continued to ride him.
For a moment he watched her, looking for any signs that she was frightened, but he could only sense her arousal. He hadn’t lied to her when he’d told her that he’d never lost control when he was with a woman. He’d never wanted one badly enough to lose the kind of control that would put a woman’s life in danger, not since the lab. He’d always had a problem with hiding what he was, which was why he usually settled for pleasuring a woman to get what he wanted.
“You’re really not scared?” he found himself asking, curious about her reaction.
“Is that what was bothering you?” she asked, sounding just as curious.
“Yes.”
“Afraid that I’d see the real you and make a run for it?” she teased, her lips twitching with amusement as her hand suddenly stilled between her legs.
“Something like that,” he admitted, slowly sitting up and wrapping his arms loosely around her as she continued to slowly ride him. “You have more than enough reason to,” he admitted as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Yes,” she easily agreed as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, “I do.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because,” she said with a shy smile and a blush that took him by surprise, “I know that it wasn’t you. You’d never hurt me, Christofer.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head as his hold on her tightened, “I wouldn’t.”
“Because you live in fear of my new mighty skills,” she teased as she leaned in and playfully nipped at his lower lip, surprising a chuckle out of him.
“Yes, I do,” he said, terrified of the power that she had over him, but craving it more than anything.
“Since we have that little matter straightened out………” she said huskily, letting her words trail off as her hips rolled with a little more force, reminding him that he was inside the woman that drove him out of his fucking mind and he was wasting time, something that he would never be able to forgive himself for.
He took her mouth roughly, careful not to nick her tongue with his fangs, uncaring if he cut his tongue on hers. She kissed him, meeting him stroke for stroke as he turned with her in his arms and laid her back on the bed. Before her back hit the bed he was thrusting inside her. There was no finesse or skill to his movements, something that he prayed that she wouldn’t notice. He took her with everything that he had, opening his senses and focusing on the way that her nipples were pressed against his chest, the feel of her warm skin against his, the feel of her beautiful mouth, the way her hot sheath gripped him tightly with every stroke and the desperate way that she pulled at his ass, demanding that he fuck her harder.
Immense pleasure rode up his shaft and this time he didn’t try fighting it, because he knew that he was beyond stopping with the way that she whimpered his name against his lips, dug her nails in his ass and worked her hips so that she could meet every one of his strokes. When the need to bite her took hold of him, he thrust against her harder, driving his cock into her wet core over and over again until it become too much.
Pressing one last desperate kiss against her lips, he turned his head and offered his neck, giving Cloe the pleasure that he could never allow himself.
“Cloe…mein Schatz……….fuck!” he growled incoherently as Cloe struck, burying her fangs inside his neck as her sheath clamped down around him, her walls pulsing uncontrollably as she ripped the orgasm from him, giving him what no other woman could.
Peace.
Chapter 38
“What’s our plan?” she asked, trying to focus on what they needed to do instead of the fact that she’d just had the most amazing sex of her life with a man that she refused to allow herself to fall for.
She didn’t fall in love, she reminded herself as she barely resisted the urge to reach out and run her hand over his bare shoulder. It would only send the wrong message and right now she needed to remember that this wasn’t permanent. While it was true that she would never have to worry about Christofer dying one day, she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that this was going to last for eternity.
One day he’d grow tired of her or find someone new and then it would be over and she would be on her own. So, for now she was going to just enjoy the time they had together, have more of that amazing sex and learn as much as she could from Christofer before he walked away.
“I don’t have a plan,” Christofer admitted as he finished tying his shoe.
“You don’t have a plan?” she repeated back slowly, sure that she’d misheard him.
“No,” he answered as he stood up and pulled a grey tee shirt on, covering that incredible chest and torso that she hadn’t fully appreciated yet, giving her a chance to stay focused on the fact that the man that she was trusting her ass with just admitted that he planned on escaping what came down to a military compound without a plan.
Yeah……….
“Then how exactly did you plan on escaping without getting caught?” she demanded, for the first time regretting turning down her social worker when he’d strongly suggested that joining the military was the best way for someone like her to pay for college.
“I figured we’d just wing it,” he said with a shrug that she really didn’t appreciate, not one bit.
“You figured we’d just wing it?” she repeated, truly at a loss for words.
Wow, just….wow…….
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��Unless you have a better plan,” he offered, moving over to her backpack and double-checking that they hadn’t forgotten anything.
“We could give it another day,” she suggested, sounding hopeful and for good reason.
She was not looking forward to this. Not at all. They had no weapons and apparently they didn’t even have a plan. She really didn’t see this working, but she didn’t say anything, mostly because she didn’t feel like putting up with him scowling at her for the next ten minutes.
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