Currents of Silver: Alliance of Silver and Steam Book 5

by Lexi Ostrow

  He stood shirtless, and without trousers before her, his back to her and muscles befitting a hunter glistened with a slight sheen of sweat. She hadn’t expected an inventor to be built like a hunter, and her body hummed with a twinge of desire as she allowed her gaze to lower. His arse was as firm as the rest of his back, round and beginning for her hands to grasp as he thrust into her.

  The idea sent a rush of liquid pooling betwixt her legs. A human woman might have flushed. She simply bit back a groan of desire.

  “Bloody hell!” the man shouted as he practically jumped around, displaying how well his knickers showed off his manhood.

  Gasping, she resisted the urge to step closer to him. It was evident he was not erect, yet the outline under the white fabric was splendid—thick enough to evoke the Succubus in her. If she didn’t make this visit timely, she would be introducing herself in a rather inappropriate fashion.

  “Are all the women here so bloody forward? So completely ignorant to cultural expectations.” His voice was a whispered hiss as his hands dropped to cover his prick.

  Her laugh was throaty, laced with the desire coursing through her. “We know of them, sir. We simply know they are archaic and that a woman can behave however a woman deems fit.” Every part of her was on fire, screaming for her to cross the space betwixt them and cup him in her hand.

  His face flashed with anger as he hunched down, seemingly grabbing for his top. “Well, what does this woman before me deem necessary to come to room quarters unannounced?”

  “I wished to introduce myself. I find it . . . Thoughtful I believe Philippe called it . . . That I do not hide from new members.”

  “Because you are a demon, Clara?” His question held no malice.

  “I see Lucius was chin-wagging.”

  The lack of disgust in his words stoked the desire she was hardly keeping under control.

  “If that is the same as what we call a gossip in America, then yes, he certainly was. I am Hugo Clark, ex-apprentice to the famed Nikola Tesla.” The look in his eyes shifted from annoyance to the smallest hint of desire.

  She froze, praying silently that she was not projecting. Breathing slowly, she realized she was not. Hugo was looking upon her with carnal desire all his own, it was rather intoxicating and only intensified the slow longing that had been building within her.

  “Well, it is a shame he ruined my introduction then. I’m pleased to see my nature is not of offense to you.”

  “I admit,” he stood upright, abandoning the hunt for his shirt. “I was nervous at first. Terrified in fact that a woman such as yourself had a power that exceeds your exquisiteness. But it was not due to your nature, it was due to the instant desire I felt for you.”

  She looked away, feeling the strangest hint of embarrassment taking hold. He spoke with such candor. British men oft kept their interest hidden. Clearly, that was not the case in America.

  “I assure you, I am not nearly as beautiful as I am seductive.”

  “I find you to be stunning. Never before have I looked upon a woman and had my breath momentarily stolen away by her beauty.”

  “You are trying to be a poet with a woman who needs nothing more than a willing partner.”

  “I am a scientist, not a fancier of words. I am merely saying that you do not offend me. In fact, you enthrall me, even now, but I suppose that is you being what you are.”

  “That is not wise.”

  “I know not what you speak of.” He had straightened up,

  “For you to voice such things aloud. I fear there is no need for further introductions. Forgive the intrusion.”

  “Are you weaving your magic around me now? Making me wonder what you would look like beneath that strange corset? I am not a forward man, yet all I can think of is touching you.” He’d taken a step toward her, passion dancing in his hazel eyes.

  Sensing what was to come she stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind her. The time for forsaking Hugo had come and gone. Her body practically wept with her desire, and she would not be leaving until the American had fucked her senseless.

  “In America, do women sell themselves to unwed men as well?” She asked, curious of his experience and oddly intrigued with the knowledge he might have been married once.

  “Many do. Though a great many give themselves freely once a proposal has been offered.”

  Her body burned with need, a lesser woman would have begged for his touch. She knew it would come.

  “And have you partaken oft?”

  His eyes glowed with desire. “I have when needed. A scientist does not need the carnal to survive as frequently, but I am well versed in a woman’s body.”

  A sultry laughed pulled from her. “All men are carnal, they simply are unaware of it.” She had slipped her hand inside the top of knickers, dancing her fingertips of the soft skin covering his shaft. She was pleasantly surprised to find it hardening with no influence from her.

  “Tell me,” he rasped mere millimeters from her face. “Does your kind bed men oft?”

  She laughed, leaning forward, allowing her bosom to press against his chest.

  “I bed men and women, whoever is interested.” Rolling her hand over his thickening member, she leaned backwards against the wooden door and groaned. “Whatever you are experiencing is not of my doing. I can assure you I am under control and doing nothing to your senses.”

  “I had thought that, as I was taken by you the moment we bumped into one another.” His hands ran over the bare skin of shoulders.

  “I was throwing my talents around then.” She laughed, squeezing his prick in her grasp and feeling a drop of desire fall from its tip onto her hand.

  “Well then, I suppose I will never know what is drawing me to you, to such an inappropriate act that I know will transpire when this talk grows old.” He undid the first two hook-and-eyes closures on her black corset. “This is a marvelous invention. Extremely useful for women who wish to appear like vixens.” He undid the rest of the closures, and the garment slipped from her body. “My word.”

  “I think the time for those has passed.” Playing with his engorged prick, she used her other hand to remove his knickers. “As long as this will not haunt you, there is a far different welcome I fear we cannot run from.”

  His response was to set his hand on the small of her back and tug her against him, grinding his hips into her hand before his mouth came crushing down on top of hers. His kiss was unlike anything she’d ever felt, a rush of sensation that seemed to drown her as she reveled in the scratch of his beard against her cheek. Thoughts vanished, leaving her with nothing but the awareness of his hands on her body, seeming to trail sparks where they touched, and his mouth devouring hers. His tongue caressed the seam of her lips, and she was powerless to do anything save for allowing him entrance. If the American was upset by her forwardness or her demon nature, it was not present betwixt them presently.

  She could smell his desire for sex, and she knew hers would be vividly present, as it always was with Succubae. Slipping off her long skirt, she groaned as he skillfully lifted her off the floor, centering her core over his erect cock with all the grace of a well-practiced lover. As her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands went around his neck, sliding around his head, and tugging the leather strap holding it in place off. His blond locks were soft, strange for an inventor but she loved the silken feel of it.

  “These will not do,” she whispered into their kiss and rubbed her body against his, using the tip of his erection to catch on the top of her knickers and gently slide them off her with it.

  “Bloody fucking hell,” he gripped her arse and grazed his shaft over her wet center. “That might be the most amazing thing a woman has ever done with me.”

  “Practice,” she grinned, nipping at his ear. Whilst the play had started purely out of mutual attraction, the room was filled with her musk, sure to turn Hugo into a pool of desire, clawing and rutting with her in any instant.

  “I need to be inside
you. I do not know if this is of your doing or my own need, but I cannot wait.”

  “It sounds as if you seek forgiveness when all you should be seeking is me.” Her eyes locked with his, mesmerized at the swirls of color that seemed to be alive in his eyes. “I’m certainly not a fragile thing, show me what you desire, what you live for.”

  He growled, cupping her head, and slamming his mouth over hers once more, thrusting inside her as if it were the true carnal act. Over and over he plunged inside of her mouth at a dizzying and rather feral speed.

  “I am not normally like this.” He gasped against her lips as he placed his hands betwixt them.

  “Good,” she smirked and thrust her hips forward at the moment he was entering her, slamming him inside. “My word,” she strained to speak as she shivered in pleasure at how delightful he felt. “You are every bit as wonderful as you appeared.”

  “And you are every bit as enchanting feeling I’d imagined, and yes, I have thought on it far more than I should have these past few eves.”

  Her head fell back as he began to gyrate against her, sending his prick in a sensual dance inside her core. Her legs squeezed him, and she met his gyrations with thrusts as their tongues greedily continued to suck and flick against one another. She felt him walk forward and moaned as her back pressed against the door again.

  That was all she had time to recognize before Hugo’s plunges increased. He pounded into her with all the frenzy of a man seeking release, and all the shocking power of an Incubus. Her hands clawed at his back, raking over his skin as she met him thrust for thrust. Every motion emphasized how perfectly sized he was for her. They could have been made for each other with how expertly her channel slid along his shaft, and how wondrously he slammed into her.

  Clara did something she had never allowed herself to do, even when bedding her kind, she lost herself. All that existed was the push and pull of their bodies, the slap of skin against skin and the maddening release that was building within her as she angled her hips up. Hugo sunk further in with each thrust and his groan was all she needed to hear.

  Tearing her mouth from his, she dropped a kiss on his neck, nipping and tugging on the tight skin there. Hugo responded the way she’d hoped, a frenzied moment of hips grinding together and his mouth latching on her breast with a hard suck. He’d ignored her otherwise perfect bosom until that moment, and it was all she needed for her release to crash over her. Like a wave, it seemed to move from her head to her toes, pulling a scream of satisfaction from her lips that likely could be heard at the far end of the hall.

  Hugo continued his maddening thrusts into her, dragging out her release and causing her toes to curl as tiny sparks fired away as if she’d never finished her first orgasm. Opening her eyes, she found the room to be distorted in her pleasured haze, and she couldn’t focus on anything save for the powerful feel of Hugo slamming into her.

  He came then, with a savage shout of his own, and his hips stilled as he enjoyed his release. Clara allowed herself to slowly rock her body, allowing her orgasm to get a few splendid seconds of glory longer. When his mouth pulled from her breast with a wet sound, she lifted her head off the door.

  “That was fucking incredible,” Hugo said through pants.

  He punctuated the last word with one final thrust, and she groaned as her body reveled in the small burst of gratification.

  “I don’t oft praise my bed partners, but I am inclined to agree. You are precisely what a Succubus needs when she is craving sex. Exactly what I need.” The last sentence had slipped out, causing her heart to race with panic, even as she kept her face blissfully peaceful.

  She unwound her legs from his torso and set them daintily down on the carpet. Hugo took her cue and slipped from her body, dragging the tip of his prick against her throbbing core, and she shuddered.

  “We’re going to do that again,” Hugo said rather confidently, his eyes still dark with desire.

  She couldn’t ignore the way her core clenched in anticipation, even though they had just completed one of the most astounding ruts of her existence.

  “I’m glad you do not mind that you bedded a demon.”

  “If it is like that every time, a man could crave it above all else.”

  She chuckled, resisting the urge to kiss him, something she never did post-coital. The inclination too unnerved her. “I can assure you, being with me will always be as such. My body was made to give and receive.”

  He nodded before leaning down and offered up her knickers. “Would it offend you if I still acted like a gentleman?”

  Laughing, her dark hair danced over her shoulders as she shook her head. “Americans are rather interesting.” She accepted her knickers but did not step back into them. She would go bottomless under her skirt back to her quarters, putting on soiled clothing after a romp was always her least favorite thing.

  He smiled at her, and he had a boyish charm to him that contradicted the strong muscles of his body but was adorable. “Well, you Alliance members are certainly interesting.” He placed a kiss to her lips, chaste and simple compared to what had been occurring previously.

  Stunned, she had to shake her head to move to grab her corset. Placing it around herself, she hastily locked each closure and grabbed her skirt off the floor. There was something irresistible about Hugo, something she could not allow herself to think on for a moment longer. Regaining her composure as she completed dressing she winked at him.

  “Welcome to the Alliance of Silver and Steam, Hugo Clark.” Grasping the doorknob, she twisted stepped outside and closed the door behind.

  “Bloody hell,” she whispered, closing her eyes, enjoying the small bits of her release still humming through her. “That was certainly different.” She put her palm to her forehead to remove the sweat. As she moved it away, her eyes opened, and she caught sight of the small black mark on the inside of her right wrist.

  Panicked, she jerked her hand away from her face and flipped it over, exposing her wrist and the perfectly shaped heart on it that sat directly under her thumb.

  “Blasted bits! No, absolutely not. I refuse to believe this!” She shouted louder than she’d meant too, and two doors opened in response. “Sorry,” muttering she rubbed at her eyes with her left hand.

  The mark didn’t disappear. Quickly licking her left index finger, she rubbed it over the black heart in hopes to find it was merely ink. It did not streak the coloration in the slightest.

  Clara had found her mate.

  Six

  Hugo stretched, his body stiff, yet still sated feeling from hours before with a demon. Bloody hell, you fucked a demon. He smirked, and you’d do it again if the lady lets you. He should have been disgusted with himself, but he wasn’t. Not just because it had been the most enjoyable bedplay of his life, but also because there was something about Clara that sucked him in. He supposed it was her fundamental nature as a sex demon, but he wasn’t certain. She was beautiful - mesmerizing even - brilliant if she worked in labs and fierce if she spent her time stalking things most would run from in the night. Then there was the fact that she was clearly a woman of worth, for her time in the Alliance was spent saving others or helping to save others.

  Feeling a small pop in his back, he groaned and realized he was not cut out for such involved bedmates; he would need to work on that if he were to convince her to join him once again. He’d thought he would have found it strange to sleep the day away. However, encounters like the one he had just past dawn would see to it that he adjusted perfectly fine.

  Standing up from the bed, he crossed the small space to wardrobe and saw something strange on his face. Ducking his head down, he looked into the small looking glass resting on the nightstand and frowned.

  “What on earth?” He rubbed a hand under his eye, but when he removed his appendage, nothing had changed. A black heart, hardly bigger than his thumb, lay entwined in a strange sort of curling loops just under his eye. The mark appeared to be what was known as a tattoo. The marks h
ad caught on recently, but he had never desired one.

  “Then how do I have one scrawled under my eye as if by magic?” Tilting his head to the side, he looked at it from another angle. The bloody thing was most assuredly real. “Did Clara only come to me so as to wear me out? Give another member the chance to play some silly little muse on me?”

  Sighing, he tried to put that idea from his mind. Nothing had ever felt like bedding Clara, and he didn’t wish to taint why it had happened. It was impetuous, sinful and the best damned engagement of his life. Women in America oft threw themselves at men who they deemed authoritative, and he’d had more than his share when women realized he had a connection to both Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla. None had possessed even a semblance of the skill that a sex demon could apparently wield.

  It was as if a phantom trace lingered from their time together, sending his prick to rise. He resisted the urge to brush his fingertips over his member. Though he guessed he would explode with a simple touch, he didn’t wish to run the risk of being late. This eve marked the first of many trainings to learn about the demons, and he knew without that knowledge he couldn’t effectively create tools for the hunters. Blowing out a deep breath he opened the wardrobe door and pulled out a simple grey tunic and deep grey trousers. His clothing was perfectly suited to working with his hands, he was, however, still growing used to seeing the garb on the women around him.

  “Very well then,” he said as he tugged a cap onto his head he utilized to help keep his hair from his eyes.

  Leaving his personal space, he was shocked at how many milled about the hall. He found his eyes scanning the ten or so people for a sign of Clara. A young girl, likely less than ten and twenty, boasted the same dark locks, but that was all. It’s not as if she was going to be around, and she has far more on her agenda than you.

  Nodding at those he passed he couldn’t help but wonder how many were mere clockworkers, and those who were on the Alliance’s roster. He’d met very few aside from those on the council. They’d all been pointed out during morning meal his first day. It reminded him oddly of a military institution the way those few were given admiration, wide berth and a vast amount of respect for all others. Aside from Lucius and Eliza, he hadn’t spoken to any for more than scant moments for introductions. If they were all as cocky as Lucius and as determined as Eliza, he understood the awe most regarded them with.