by Mina Carter
He returned the arousing touch, cupping her beautiful breasts and squeezing them. Her whimper of need almost destroyed him. He lifted her and placed her on the bed. He crawled in after her, supporting himself above her body.
Tugging down the neck of her top, he discovered she’d worn the bra he’d given her. It was black lace and not much of anything else. The ivory color of her breast contrasted sharply with the dark color. Her areoles were large, just the way he liked them. Her nipples were thick and hard. Just the way he liked them. Lowering his head, he took one in his mouth, sucking her to him. Kayley arched into him with a cry of wonderment.
He pulled back, having one last flicker of conscience. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes,” she all but screamed. “Touch me. Take me.”
The raw pleading in her voice convinced him of her need. He bent his head and licked her pebbled nipple. He continued to feast on her breasts as he moved his hand down her body, touching her wherever he could. She stilled beneath him for a moment, then clasped his wrist and moved his hand back to her breast. If he hadn’t felt that betraying moment of disquiet, he would have thought she was simply showing him what she liked.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He kept his hand where it was, kneading her breast as he waited for her answer. Unable to resist, he captured the tip between his teeth and bit down on the swollen flesh. He moved his hand down her body, stroking the soft cushion of her stomach and sides. When she stiffened again, he stopped. “What’s wrong, Kayley? Don’t you like me touching you?”
“Yes. No. I.” Her voice trailed off.
She was contradiction after contradiction. Sweet, sassy. Independent, vulnerable. He raised her chin with a finger. “Tell me,” he demanded.
She sighed. “I don’t like people — men — touching my stomach.”
He was the one who stilled now, for once out of his element. A woman didn’t like his touch? This woman didn’t like his touch? Anger flashed through him as he realized what was wrong. He knew what she was thinking and he didn’t like it. She was beautiful. He propped himself on his elbows, above her body. His eyes, he knew, revealing his displeasure.
“Two things you need to remember, little witch. One, I am the only man who will ever touch you. And two, I will touch you wherever I want.”
One of her small brows rose. “Really?”
“Yes. Really.” To prove his point, Roark’s hand settled on Kayley’s chest, right below her left breast. His hand was so large, his fingers almost wrapped around to her back. He squeezed hard, making her gasp. Next, he moved his hand down and she closed her eyes, unwilling to see the disdain she knew would be on his face when he realized how big she was.
“Stop it. Open your eyes.” The demand in his voice struck directly in her core.
She opened her eyes. Reluctantly.
They stared at each other as he continued to move his hand down her side, stroking and squeezing — basically playing with her fat.
She couldn’t help herself; she grabbed his wrist again. “Please.”
Her grip didn’t stop him. He continued to run his hand from her throat to the top of her thighs, touching all the curves and valleys that made her who she was. He splayed his fingers over her stomach, holding her gaze as he moved back and forth. “I love this about you, Kayley. I love this softness.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear as if they were in a crowded room and he only wanted her to hear what he had to say. “I want you to cushion my cock as I ravage your sweet mouth.”
And he did.
His mouth took hers, his tongue fucking in and out of her mouth. The solid ridge of his cock bumped against her stomach and the strength of his erection never wavered. He traced kisses across her throat and down to her breast, nipping sharply at the pulse beating in her throat. He wanted to mark her for the entire world to see.
Mine.
“You have on too many clothes.” Easing away, he pulled her into a sitting position in the middle of the bed. Straddling her legs, he lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. A slight grimace gave away her discomfort. His conscience warred with this cock. He wanted her so badly. Needed her so much. His cock won.
“Tell me if I hurt you.” He undid the front fastener of her bra and eased it over her shoulders. His hands glided across her back. He looked for any signs of discomfort as he caressed the tiny imperfections left by the flying debris. Maybe it was better if he didn’t see the damage to her skin. If he did, he’d be off the bed and after Rafe in a heartbeat.
“Sssh,” she murmured, pressing her hand to his face. He realized he’d been emitting a low, steady snarl. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I promise.”
He wished he were a shifter. Then he could turn her over and attend to her every wound, soothing each hurt with his mouth. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t heal her with his touch. He could however, make her feel very, very good.
Easing her back down on the mattress, he thrust his hands beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms and panties. He’d thought conjuring her such a nondescript outfit would help control his hunger. It hadn’t. Nothing could. Not tonight. Maybe never.
In seconds, she was naked before him, a feast for his eyes. She was perfection in itself. A balm to his soul, he realized.
Roark wrapped his hands around her thighs and splayed her legs, revealing all of her secrets. He touched her moist folds, reveling in the low moan she gave as his fingers found the wetness of her core. He slid his finger into her. She was so tight.
She was his.
“So ready,” he whispered as he made room for his shoulders between her spread legs. His breath flowed over her center and she shivered. He did it again, drawing another deep moan from her pouty red lips. He didn’t know how he’d managed to wait this long to take this witch. He’d been hard since he’d seen her in Rafe’s arms, standing on the edge of the portal. His fingers tightened on the plump flesh of her thighs as he thought of his brother’s hands on what was his. That was two things he’d make him pay for.
Later. Much, much later, he thought as the scent of her desire rose up to greet him. His temperature flared. He knew the only way to extinguish the fire burning within him was to feed the flame. Burn himself up.
“I want to taste you, baby.” He licked his lips already imagining the sweet and spicy flavor of her desire. He saw the flash of hesitation in her eyes. “Easy now. Just let me love you.”
Roark lowered his head and put his mouth on her clit. Her hips bucked up against him as he swept his tongue up her slit, getting his first taste of her sweet pussy.
Perfection, his demon purred.
He took another taste. Then another. And another.
One hand traveled up her body and he squeezed her nipples with expert pressure, making her cry out. He didn’t want to hurt her this first time he took her so he had to make sure she was more than ready for him. He used his fingers to open her to him as he devoured her. Devoured the sweet, slick flesh that tasted so fucking good. She moaned and shivered and Roark knew she was close.
“That’s it, Kayley. I want you to come all over my tongue.” He thrust his tongue into her hole and his thumb pushed down on her swollen clit and she came, jerking beneath him.
Pulling back a few inches, he shed his pants, allowing his arousal to spring free. He rubbed his erection against the slightly rough fabric of the comforter as he continued exploring her body with his mouth, watching her, waiting. Waiting until her body told him she needed him. Deep inside.
Then she was there, crying out for his possession. “Roark, please. Please take me.”
Her moans were music to his ears. He wanted in. He wanted all of her. He moved over top of her. The soft flesh of her pussy rubbed against his cock. He could feel the slick wetness of her sex against him. More. He wanted so much more. He moved his hips until the tip of his cock nudged against the wet folds of her pussy.
Her hips escaped his hold and he felt his engorged tip sink inside her tight heat as she thrust
against him. She thrust again, taking him deeper. Pushing to his knees, he draped her legs over his forearms, keeping her open. Her lashes lifted. She stared back at him with glistening eyes and flushed cheeks. “Ready?”
She nodded her head and he drove forward. Her greedy, wet flesh sucked him in. “Oh, yeah, that’s it.” He moved again, watching more of his cock disappear inside her. He wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs, and pulled her toward him, forcing her onto his cock. Her pussy stretched around him, straining to accept his width. Another pull and he was buried halfway inside her.
“Roark,” she whimpered.
“Just a little more.” He grunted the words. He changed positions until he was once again arched over her. His hand gripped her hip to hold her still for his claiming. One more thrust, deep and hard, and he was inside her, buried to his balls. He set a fast rhythm. Her breasts, swaying with each shove, beckoned to him. He bent forward, taking one of her distended nipples in his mouth. He savored her taste before biting down. He felt her pussy as she arched into his touch and knew she was close. He let her breast slip from his mouth and lifted his head. He wanted to watch her come.
He allowed his body to take over, moving faster, harder, mindlessly striving for completion. One final lunge and his cock was buried so far inside her, he knew he hurt her. But again, he couldn’t seem to care. There was something more to this coupling than just finding satisfaction. Something he’d never felt in his long-lived life.
“Take it, baby. Take my cock.” Five more thrusts and he felt her convulse deep inside and heard her scream his name. He tightened his hold, pressing them together. An incredible rush of power flowed through him and he took what he wanted. Her. Hard. Thrusting inside her wet cunt like there was no tomorrow. He took her. He fucked her. He — loved her.
No, wait, that wasn’t right. He pounded harder, pushing away the flash of feeling. He was a demon of the highest level. He. Did. Not. Have. Feelings.
Especially for a plump witch whose powers were more than a little wonky.
Roark let his own release flow free.
His body emptied itself inside her. He could feel the hot jet of his cum leaving his body and coating her womb. He knew it wouldn’t take root and for a moment, his heart clenched, wondering what it would feel like to take a mate. Father a child. That would never happen. He and his brothers had vowed never to subject the flesh of their loins to a banishment in hell. Still, he felt as if he were giving her everything — his heart, his spirit, his very soul.
He sought the pleasure of her body again in the night, savoring her scent, languishing in the plush roundness of her body. He caressed her until she woke up in his arms, soft and warm and wanting. In minutes, she was a sobbing mass of need, begging him to take her. He turned her on her stomach and ordered her to grab the edge of the mattress as her luscious behind presented itself to him. For a moment, he debated taking her ass, pressing into the forbidden, dark entrance. Then the scent of her hot pussy called to him. Leaning forward, he ran his hands over her healing flesh. Already tiny pinpricks of bruising had appeared along her back. Her beautiful skin was marred because he had failed to protect her.
He bent forward, placing light, lingering kisses on every blemish. “I am so sorry, Kayley. So sorry you were hurt.” Once he was satisfied he’d attended her as best he could, he pressed her shoulders down, until he could cradle them in his hands.
He lined his cock up with her entrance.
“Ready, babe?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a soft whisper in the dark but it was all he needed. With one hard thrust, he was inside her again. In heaven. Such an ironic musing for a demon, but that’s what she felt like. Heaven. All lush and welcoming. Another thrust and he felt his control slipping already. He curled down over her, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head to the side so he could find her mouth. Thrusting and mating.
“That’s it, Kayley. That’s it. Let me feel you come around my cock.”
Kayley lay on the bed with Roark’s big body above hers, his hips slamming forward again and again. His thrusts bordered on pain. She ignored it, concentrating instead on the accompanying rush of pleasure. Pushing back, she begged him without words to give her more.
Wow was the only word she could form in her fog-laden brain. His cock was a solid ridge of pleasure just for her. She clenched her pussy muscles, wanting to feel everything about him, about this. Their joining. She’d known once she gave herself over to her demon, there would be no turning back.
“Roark, please,” she pleaded to him. She needed him.
He let go of her hair, one hand sliding down her body. Where before she’d been hesitant to allow him access to her curves, now she begged him for more. He found her center, the split of her body, the nub of her need.
“Does my little witch want to come?” His mouth found the lobe of her ear, his breath hot and demanding. She widened the splay of her legs, giving him more room to take her. His fingers moved faster. His hips pounded harder and then she was there. There at the top of the mountain, her climax rushing up to overtake her.
“Roark!” She screamed his name over and over again, her voice harsh by the time her release had echoed through her. He was still hard inside her, still pounding at her convulsing pussy.
As he’d brought her to satisfaction, her knees had collapsed and she was now lying prone on the bed, his thighs straddling hers. She felt herself being moved, positioned like a puppet for his pleasure. He folded her legs beneath, hunching her into a tight ball, all the while keeping his cock plunging in and out of her depths. Now he was above her, tall and strong, her conquering Viking warrior.
Her demon from the depths of hell.
He took one of her hands and placed it beneath her where their bodies joined. She felt the silky slick slide of his cock as he thrust. “Rub yourself,” he ordered.
“No, I can’t.” Her protest was weak, but so was she. She felt boneless with satisfaction.
“Do it!” A sharp slap to her ass cheek accompanied his command.
She found her clit and started to pleasure herself. Each time he buried himself inside her, her hand caressed his length.
Roark’s control was slipping fast. He knew it, but couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to mark her, brand her in some way. He raised his hand and smacked her ass again. She flinched, but didn’t stop fingering herself. He felt the touch of her hand on his cock each time he took her and it ramped up his pleasure.
Again and again, he slapped her ass, turning her plump cheeks red. She moaned and her breathing grew labored. He knew she would be the one who paid for their rough loving in the morning, but again, he couldn’t stop himself. He eased away, coating two of his fingers. Splaying his hand across her lower back, he pushed her down, making her ass come up and reveal the sweet, secret entrance of her body he had yet to enjoy.
“Come for me, Kayley. Come for me hard.” Without warning, he thrust his fingers into her ass. Her back entrance was tight, but gave beneath the pressure of his touch, the way eased by the juices of her cunt.
His name was a curse as she shook beneath him, a shivering mass of sexual energy. He thrust into her and his seed sprayed from his body, so long and so hard his bones ached when he was done.
He pulled her to him, cuddling her at his side as their bodies cooled. Never had he felt such a need to hold a woman in his arms. As she drifted off to sleep, he realized his future was no longer as grim as he’d once thought.
Hours later, Roark sat propped against the headboard with one arm behind his head, watching Kayley as she slept. She looked like an angel, he thought, and he should know; he’d seen enough of them. He studied Kayley’s features, all soft and sweet from sleep. Not that she wasn’t sweet and soft when she was awake. She was. That and a whole lot more — sassy, sexy, sinful, seductive, sensuous… his.
He pushed the thought aside.
It was well past midnight. He never slept much so the lateness of the hour didn’t bother him
. She had fallen asleep after he’d taken her from behind. He’d stayed by her side, holding her in his arms. He’d grinned at the first soft snore she’d made.
He turned off the bedside light. He preferred total darkness; sometimes he even craved it, but not tonight. Tonight he’d wanted to see her, watch over her.
When she’d walked out of the bathroom, the soft gasp of her breath had gone straight to his groin. He hadn’t deliberately presented himself half-dressed — okay, maybe he had. He could command a change of clothes with a snap of his fingers. He’d wanted her to see him, desire him, lust for him.
Oh, yeah, he’d wanted the sweet witch’s body filling with lust.
She fascinated him and he regretted he didn’t have more time to spend with her. His temperature rose right along with his dick as he thought of all he could teach her. The energy of his arousal filled the air, mixing with her sweet, sweet scent. Cherry blossoms, rain, sweet ripe peaches… all the things he missed in hell. And innocence. That was the scent he’d failed to recognize before. When was the last time he’d been in the presence of such innocence?
Never, his inner demon answered. Never.
He willed his dick to soften, and leaned back, trying to get comfortable on the hard hotel bed. He knew it was going to be a long, long night.
CHAPTER FIVE
“WELL, WELL, WELL, isn’t this an interesting turn of events.”
Roark bolted upright, instinctively reaching for Kayley as he faced the demonic presence in the hotel room. His vision was blurry and his mind lost in a fog of sleep. What the fuck was wrong with him, falling asleep like that?
His protective instincts settled when he realized it was his brother Remington standing at the foot of his bed. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought I’d come to lend a hand helping you find Rafe. But I see you’re right on top of things.” He smirked and propped himself against the small desk. He crossed his legs at the ankle and his arms against his chest. He wore a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt. There was no doubt Roark and he were brothers. All three Conroy brothers looked alike.
