Agent

by Lexxie Couper

  For a moment he didn’t respond, his fingers motionless on the material of her vest. She tore her mouth free and stared up into his face, waves of Bliss-fueled heat making her sex constrict. “I swear to Druentia Herself, Raq, if you don’t fuck me now I will kill you.”

  Tornada’s ebony eyes regarded her—usually so smug she wanted to slap them out of his head—now unsure, almost confused. The conflict made her pussy contract and gush with cream.

  It’s the Bliss, Jaienna. Fight it. You hate this man. Remember what he did to you.

  Oh, she did remember. The lies and deception; the hidden fiancé; the pathetic explanation of a family duty; an arranged marriage… She remembered it all. But she didn’t care.

  Feeling as if she was melting into a pool of heat, she reached up and tangled her fingers in Tornada’s thick, black hair. “Fuck me, Raq.”

  He stared into her eyes, the small pulse in his neck beating like a trapped Kelarian moth. “What’s the deal, Jia?”

  Jaienna groaned, the feel of his rigid cock pressed against the smooth curve of her mons making her blood boil and her heart hammer. “No deal, Raq.” Gods, she was turning into mist. “No deal. Just touch me. Possess me. Please.”

  His nostrils flared. “I should warn you, Jia. I’m wearing a psyche-lock. You won’t be able to get in my head tonight.”

  “I don’t care about getting in your head, Raq.” Jaienna pulled his head down to hers so their lips touched and their breath mingled. “Just fuck me. Please.”

  She captured his mouth again, plunged her tongue past his lips. Tornada’s pistol clattered to the floor as he took possession of her breasts with both hands. He squeezed them, cupping their heavy weight with a fervor almost brutal in force.

  Delicious pain folded through her and she arched into his body. He shoved her backward, sending an old eo-polarizer clattering to the floor as he pinned her to the wall, the sound bouncing down the corridor like a shrill alarm. His teeth closed down on her bottom lip and she whimpered, wet lust flooding to her pussy. A low groan rumbled in Tornada’s chest and he sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth, all the while massaging her swollen breasts with far from gentle fingers.

  She moaned, blossoms of pink heat erupting in the pit of her stomach. She’d had countless sexual partners in her life since, but Raq Tornada was her first by choice. He knew many things about her—including how to make her come like an untouched virgin. Hands working her breasts, he dragged his mouth from hers, scoring a line along her jaw up to the sensitive hollow just below her ear. His tongue flicked at it and she shivered, nipples puckering into taut tips of flesh that Tornada pinched immediately. “Yes… That’s what I wanted.”

  Jolts of liquid electricity rocked through her and she gasped, staring up at the dark corridor’s ceiling through the ever-increasing Bliss haze. With each harsh caress of her nipples through the material of her vest the drug’s strength grew, feeding her lust and being fed by it. Soon, she would no longer care about anything except that lust. Bliss’s greatest potency—continual sexual arousal.

  Tornada’s hands fell from her breasts and she cried out, fury and dismay ripping through her at the loss. “Fuck you, Tornada. Don’t stop.”

  Black eyes glinted in the darkness. “I don’t intend to.”

  He grabbed the front of her vest and tore the garment open, snaring each breast as it tumbled free. His knowing hands closed over her bare flesh, pulled at her erect nipples, and she cried out again, this time with exaltation.

  “Do you want me to suck these, Jia?” he asked, voice hot on her ear as he squeezed each puckered tip. “I know how much you like that. Is that what you want me to do?”

  Blistering heat crashed over Jaienna at his words and her cunt fluttered. “Yes, you arrogant bastard,” she moaned, bitter hate flooding through her as she arched her body harder to his. Druentia wept. How could she want to feel her nipples pinched by his confident, arrogant fingers, suckled by his sardonic mouth so much? “Yes, I want you to suck them. Suck and bite and gnaw on them until I scream.”

  He rolled one aching nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it in a merciless grip that made her pussy clamp. “Remember how I made you come by just sucking your tits, Jia? Do you want me to do that now?”

  Through waves of intoxicating lust, she levelled a glare at him, hating him, hating herself. “Yes. Damn you, yes.”

  Tornada’s lips—lips that had explored every inch of her body many, many times—curled into a slow grin. “Well, I’m not going to.” He flicked his thumb against each nipple, chuckling at her soft gasp. “Not yet, anyway.”

  Jaienna shoved her hips forward, the coarse material of her combat trousers like a rough lover’s kiss on her sex. “You bastard. Don’t make me beg.”

  Tornada palmed her breasts again, sending ribbons of concentrated pleasure through her. “I don’t want you to beg, Jaienna.” Pitch black eyes bored into hers. “I want you to apologize.”

  With a slight shift of his hips, he rubbed the swollen head of his erection against the junction of her thighs, stimulating her already throbbing clit. Jaienna moaned, head giddy, limbs heavy. Gods, she was going under. Drowning in a pink ocean of rapture she could no longer fight.

  She stared up at Tornada through languid eyes, breath short, and pulse rapid. A surge of ravenous lust tore through her and she writhed beneath him, every fiber of her body tingling. “For what?”

  Tornada smiled, that same smug smile she’d grown to love and hate during their time as lovers. “You know what. You want me to help you through this Bliss high, Jaienna, you apologize, otherwise…” He lifted his hands from her breasts and stepped back.

  Jaienna’s body cried out. Her pussy clamped with denied release, her blood screamed with base greed. “Gods, I hate you, Tornada. I hate you so much.”

  Tornada’s eyes glinted. “I know you do, Jia. Unfortunately for me, the feeling’s not mutual.” With a speed matched only by Zeric, he reached out and grabbed her again, spinning her around and yanking her backward until her shoulders smashed against his rock-hard chest and her ass slammed into his even harder cock. Before she could gasp, his right hand plunged into her trousers and cupped her pussy, fingers sinking into her sodden folds as his left hand took possession of her left breast. “Now, apologize.”

  Jaienna pushed back into his body, the memory of its heat licking at her cunt like a starved entity even as ribbons of anger twisted through the lust in her veins. “For what? Trying to kill you?” She closed her hands over his, holding them to her breast and sex with a desperate hunger that made her sick with self-contempt.

  Tornada’s lips pressed to her ear, his teeth nipping at the sensitive pad of her lobe. “Not for trying to kill me, Jia.” His tongue flicked against her flesh and she whimpered. “For not letting me explain.” He lowered his mouth and his lips nibbled on her neck, sending currents of ravenous want through her. “For leaving before I could tell you what was going on.”

  Jaienna arched into his hand, wanting to feel his hard knuckle on her clit, his squirming, wriggling fingers deeper in her sex. “I know what was going on, Raq.” She ground her teeth, trying to stay afloat, even as waves of euphoric pleasure washed over her. “You were fucking me while you had a fiancé. I was just something to play with…” Her voice caught as he bit down on her shoulder and she closed her eyes, drowning under the tsunami of Bliss the action released. “Something to pass the time until your ‘real’ life began.” She paused, blood boiling. “With her.”

  “My real life began the second I saw you, Jia.” Tornada’s lips travelled back up to her ear, hot and deliciously wet.

  A spear of rage stabbed into her churning gut. “Don’t lie to me again, Raq. You’ve told me too many lies to survive another.”

  “I’m not lying, Jia.” He smoothed his hand across her chest, taking her other breast with a force she felt deep in the pit of her stomach. “Not now. But tell me…” he stroked the inner wall of her sex with his fingers and the air
filled with the musky scent of her passion, “…why did you care so much? “ He ground his cock to her ass, the material of her trousers a cruel barrier to its burning, throbbing length. “You were only using me to scour away the taste of all your victims on your tongue. You admitted it more than once.” His hand turned brutal on her breast and she cried out, pussy gushing with fresh cream. “So why did you care so much? Why were you so angry you planted the suggestion that almost saw me executed?” He traced the outer edge of her ear with the tip of his tongue. “Neither of us are innocent here, Jaienna, so don’t pretend otherwise. Now, why did you do it?”

  “None of your—”

  In the space of a heartbeat he shoved her away, tore her trousers down over her ass and yanked her back again. “The second you used my body it became my business, Jia.” His rigid cock rammed between the cheeks of her ass, a long stiff length of taunting strength stretching the material of his trousers. She cried out, her wanton pussy clenching and fluttering at the thought of its thickness buried within. Oh, yes.

  “I can make you scream with lust, Jaienna.” His breath was hot on her ear, her neck. “You know I can. I can make you scream and beg and cry for more, but I won’t until you tell me why you cared so much I was engaged to be married.” He blew a soft stream of cool air across her fevered flesh, his fingers pinching at the swollen nub of her clit and she moaned in exquisite delight. “I need to hear it. From your lips to my ears.”

  Bliss a razing inferno in her body, Jaienna shook her head, trying to deny the aphrodisiac’s demands. “No.”

  Tornada’s palm massaged her breast. “My intended father-in-law whipped me, Jia. Did you know that?” He flicked at her nipple, hard, and her sex constricted with need. “It was a public flogging before all the noble families of Jjor. He demanded it of my father after the humiliation and shame I’d brought upon his precious daughter.”

  Squirming tension unfolded in Jaienna at Tornada’s murmured words, at the unending assault of his fingers. “I think after that, you owe me an explanation, don’t you?” He squeezed her nipple again, and she cried out in pain and despicable pleasure. “Now, why did you make me tell everyone about us? Why did you care so much that you wanted me dead?”

  Tell him. Just tell him. You can make him suffer for this humiliation later, just tell him now or he won’t keep touching you. And remember how much you loved being touched by him. How much you loved…

  Another cool stream of breath on her neck, her ear. Another stroking caress deep within the folds of her sex. Another teasing thrust of his concealed shaft. She whimpered, mouth dry, blood roaring. “May the gods damn you, Raq Tornada.”

  “I’ve been damned since you left me, Jia.” He thrust his tongue into her ear. “Now, tell me. Why did you care so much?”

  “Because I was falling in love with you, you arrogant Jjor bastard.”

  The words burst from Jaienna’s lips before she could stop them. Filling the air. Bouncing off the walls of the corridor.

  Tornada’s hands stilled, his heart a pounding beat on her back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  Tight heat coiled through Jaienna. “Because I found out you were engaged to the High Lady of fucking Iiona.” By the gods, she hated him. Loathed him with a force greater than the Raavelian suns. But wanted him. Wanted him to take her to that sweetest of places where nothing mattered but the eruption of their juices and the mingling of their sweat.

  She ground her pussy to his hand, pressed her ass to his cock as the fire of lust and contempt took her. “When every night it was me you swore you could not live without, it was her you were planning to live that life with.” She rammed her hand behind her back, jamming it down between their bodies, past his trousers until she closed her fingers around his cock, gripping him as intimately, as knowingly as he did her. “Now, tell me, Raq…” She gave his rigid organ a cruel squeeze, the sound of Tornada’s sucked in breath like a new shot of Bliss in her system. “Tell me that lie you so much want me to hear.”

  His cock pulsed in her hand. “No lie, Jia. Just the simple truth. A marriage between two of the oldest Jjor noble families—arranged before I was even born. A duty I’d prepared to deny.” His lips brushed her neck and she shivered, giddy. Confused. “A family title I’d planned to rescind. For you.” A groan slipped from his lips and she felt his body quiver against hers, his undeniable need feeding hers until her head swam with black stars and her heart began to palpitate. “May the gods curse me,” he continued, voice hoarse and choked, “but I can’t let you go.”

  Jaienna’s eyelids fluttered closed and she pulled her hand free of his trousers, confusion knotting into her need as she stroked her ass up and down the length of his turgid cock. “Then don’t let me go, Raq. Not when it feels so good.” She slid her hands to his, pushing his fingers deeper into her constricting sex, seeking the sweetest of spots that would release the building flood of tension. If she came, perhaps then the drug’s hold on her would be destroyed. Perhaps then she could return to her sister, take her home and forget this ever happened.

  Tornada’s lips pressed to her ear. “By Aop, Jia, I’ve missed this.” His body undulated behind hers, coiled muscles like velvet steel against her back. “No one has ever made me feel like this. No one. I would renounce my title for—”

  “Don’t say it, Raq.” she ordered on a breath, stopping the statement before it fell from his lips. “Don’t say it and don’t stop.” She focussed her every fiber on his delving hand, tuning out his words. He’d said too many already. She arched her spine, grinding her clit to the base knuckle of his finger. “Please, Raq… I’m begging you. I’ll apologize for anything you ask. Just. Don’t. Stop.”

  “No, Raq,” a deep, oh-so-familiar voice murmured as a warm, hard body suddenly pressed against Jaienna’s belly and thighs. “Don’t stop.”

  Jaienna snapped her eyes open. And looked straight into a burning golden stare.

  Zeric Arctos. Nostrils flaring, jaw clenched.

  So close she could feel his heart against her breast, a thumping beat that rocked her to the core. “Zeric?”

  Behind her, Tornada froze, the fingers on her breast and in her sex locked still, and it was only then Jaienna noticed Zeric’s right arm in her peripheral vision, heard the low thrum of a charged Guardian blaster near her ear. She didn’t have to turn her head to know what it pointed at—Raq Tornada’s left temple. “Zeric, let me explain.”

  “I don’t blame you, Jaienna.” The words were more growl than human speech. He cupped the side of her face with his free hand, the tips of his fingers feathering over her temple with a reverent caress. “I pushed you here.” His hard body pressed closer to hers and she could feel it tremble—could feel the beast fighting for freedom within the imprisonment of Zeric’s bones and muscles and sinews. “I told you to go and you went.”

  She stared into his face, felt his heat seep into hers. It made her body sing in a way Tornada’s hadn’t, even under Bliss’s hideous control. He was here. Right here in front of her. Touching her.

  Where she wanted him to be for the rest of their lives.

  “Zeric,” she said. “Please. Look at my eyes. Can you see it? This is not what it—”

  She didn’t finish.

  Because in the time it took the word “seems” to form on her tongue, Zeric was no more, and in his stead stood the beast.

  The snarling, slathering, savage beast.

  With death in its golden eyes.

  “Zeric, no.” Jaienna screamed at the exact second the werewolf lashed out.

  Hot saliva spattered against her face and neck. She kicked out, shoving back into Tornada’s body as she thrust her booted heels hard against the animal’s massive chest. It stumbled backward, a growl of raging fury bursting past its bared teeth. Wild eyes locked on hers and a flash of agonized awareness flared in their depths, even as its tremendous body coiled for another attack.

  “Zeric. Stop.”

  Tornada’s hands clamped down on her. “W
hat the fuck?” Fear cut the shouted words. Fear, rage and stunned disbelief. His grip on her breast and sex grew painful and her pussy fluttered with a Bliss burst. For a frozen moment, she felt insane laughter bubble up her through. Trapped between two lovers—one hated, the other no longer human, both ready to kill—and her blood still boiled with the drug. Still made her want to fuck more than draw breath.

  Damn it, Jaienna. Fight it.

  But she couldn’t. The drug wouldn’t let her.

  Tornada shifted behind her and Jaienna’s heart froze. Gods, he’s going for his pistol. Yet even that frightening realization couldn’t kill Bliss’s greedy lust. At the feel of his solid muscles against her back, a groan slipped past her lips, low. Wanton… And the beast’s ears pricked—the exact second Tornada shoved her to the side and scooped up his pistol.

  “Raq. No.” Jaienna screamed, ice in her veins. She kicked out, smashing her foot against Tornada’s wrist just as he leveled the barrel of his weapon straight at Zeric’s fur-covered chest.

  He spun to her, face incredulous. “What the fuck are you doing, Jia?”

  But Jaienna wasn’t listening. Staring at Tornada’s gun, she tracked its arc high above her head, leapt forward and snatched it from the air just as the beast attacked.

  A sharp crack shattered the air, a blue pulse bleached the room white, followed by a howl so tortured Jaienna’s blood turned to ice. The huge gray animal flung backward, flipping in an awkward twist to land on all fours. The stench of burnt fur and flesh stung her sinuses, acrid and smoky. She gagged, staring at the werewolf’s shuddering back, the pistol hot in her hand. “Zeric?”

  It swung its large head toward her, eyes twin discs of unreadable gold, bared teeth glistening with saliva. It growled once, low, savage, and ran off, thick gray fur rippling over flexing, powerful muscles as it disappeared down the shadow-ridden corridor.