All Thorns Eve_Gems Book 1

by Diana Rose Wilson

  He sucked in a breath, a gasp of shock when she encouraged him to squeeze her soft, full breast. “Gods!”

  She had the words on her lips that she was going to say, the reassurance that she was not some fragile doll, but the world had tumbled out from under her and she felt like she was falling, butterflies whirling around in her stomach as his fingers pet and stroked along her breast, teasing around the nipple with shy exploration. His other hand threaded protectively around hers, trapping his token in her palm between them.

  “Lady,” he whispered, bowing his head closer. She wanted to feel his breath against her skin but instead she could only hear it rasping in an echo within his mask.

  “Sir.” She turned her head so she could feel the cool metal nuzzle against her hair and against her neck.

  “Do you even know the danger?” he whispered.

  “I don’t care about the danger,” she told him firmly. A thrill ran through her, pulse picking up as his fingers squeezed around her hand and the other on her breast, adjusting the hold to smooth his huge palm over her.

  He growled, low into his throat. “Very well, lady.” Oh, the threat in that tone. She was happy when he didn’t step away from her as she pressed herself up against his huge body. “Tell me…I—”

  “Take off your gloves,” she whispered and slipped her hands away from his, taking the token and threaded it around the chain of her key so they lay together against the curve of her breasts. A frantic sensation tangled up in her chest all the way down to her sex as he slowly removed the gloves. “My safe word is Grape Jelly. If I do anything you don’t feel safe or comfortable with, you say that word and I’ll stop.”

  He uttered a soft, fractured laugh and his hands settled onto her hips, pulling her close to him. He was so hesitant, trembling slightly as though he were holding himself back. She’d always been the tallest in their group but this man in the Anubis mask, Jackal, made her feel tiny. His hands could almost encircle her waist she realized when she pushed towards him, and he went willingly into the wall, gasping at her force.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groaned at how willingly he complied with her. His muscular body pressed against her, rubbing himself against her curves until she felt weak and breathless. She could feel his cock through his slacks, hard as the steel of his mask, but he wasn’t rubbing himself against her. He teased her by not grinding that solid rod against her.

  “Tell me,” he whispered quietly, nuzzling the steel muzzle along her shoulder.

  “Touch my breasts.”

  His hands obeyed her, fingertips trailing the underside of each before petting up and over her nipples, lightly touching.

  “Cup them,” she purred and arched towards his palms that covered her. “Squeeze. Hard. Harder!” She gasped and moaned as he followed through.

  “You are the most beautiful woman,” he whispered. “Your songs last night…You are a siren and I am under your spell.”

  She trembled against him, pulling the silken top of her dress away from her shoulders. He made a soft, possessive snarl when the fabric whispered away from her body, exposing her. His hands cupped her bare breasts, thumbs sweeping over her flesh one and then the other with a sense of worship in the movement. “No one will see but you,” she promised in a whisper. She only wanted him to see her like this right now. “I want to feel your mouth. I…”

  He gave a small shake of his head, shivering. “Not yet. Let me feel you first. Show me how….I….I’ve….um….”

  No way this sexy man had never had his hands on a woman before. No possible way. But he was strung so tight and quivered each time his fingers brushed against her. It was so hot to imagine hers were the first breasts those massive, scarred hands ever touched. She smoothed her fingers over the back of his knuckles and encouraged him to press harder. “I like it rough.” She encouraged and sucked in a breath when he tested just how hard.

  “Like this?” he growled, catching the nipple between his fingers, squeezing and pulling at the delicate pink bud until her quivering was matching his. She wished she could see his face and track where his eyes were looking at her, but there was only the mask grinning down at her.

  “Yes. Oh, yes. Like that!” She squealed in delight and grasped onto his wrist, feeling her sex grow silky and wet, her stomach tightening each time his rough fingertips touched her. She bowed up into his hands, begging for him to squeeze her and pinch her, biting onto her lower lip when his hands stroked over her belly, pushing the fabric down her skin, exposing her.

  “So beautiful. Mmmm. That sound you make.” And he coaxed another of her cries from her as he rolled the nipple between his powerful fingers, pulling and twisting and then releasing so the breast bounced free of his hold. She sagged against him.

  “Lower,” she rasped, showing him with her grip on his wrist just where she wanted him. Obediently he followed her demands and snarled a quiet oath when he stroked his thumb along the front of her underwear. The dress fluttered to the floor and she was dressed only in the garters and G-string. His arm circled her, palm against her ass to pull her off her feet and against him.

  “Someone will see you!” he growled, protective and possessive while she climbed up his chest and threw her arms around his thick shoulders.

  “Oh, God!” she panted and then whimpered when his thumb teased down her mons and pressed the silk of her panties between her pussy lips and up to the crack of her ass.

  He growled in answering pleasure. “This is between us. I don’t know how I feel about others seeing this.”

  That sort of possessiveness had been a turn off before. Right now, with this man, she found she wanted everyone to see as this stranger pleasuring her. She craved letting them witness her being claimed by this man. She wanted everyone to know that she was his and more importantly that he was hers. It created a strange, buzzing need through her. “I want them to see how you make me feel.”

  “How do you feel?” he asked, and his fingers brushed up towards her clit, circling the soaking wet fabric.

  “Unhinged. Wonderful. On the brink. I…”

  “Tell me how to push you over the edge,” he demanded, and his thumb slid under the edge of the underwear, tracing her inner thigh and the swollen lips of her sex.

  “Take off my underwear. Touch me…”

  He snarled low and bestial and tugged the panties away, tearing them from her. He tucked them into his pocket and adjusted her with the big hand on her ass, squeezing her bare cheek hard. The short nails bit into her soft flesh and she cried out for more. “Touch you…where?” he asked, and she knew he was teasing her. Toying with her now.

  “My pussy. Use your fingers and stroke my clit,” she begged him, gasping and squirming until he finally returned his hand to her sex.

  He followed through with her begged instructions, lightly stroking until she sobbed for him to touch her. Rubbing herself harder against his hand, she ground her sex against his thick fingers. She felt deliciously bruised and so wet she was making a mess of her thighs and the front of his slacks. The belt buckle felt cruel and wonderful against her bare skin.

  It took more eager pleading for his big finger to slide inside her. One digit was so huge and thick, she felt stretched and delightfully violated, then her encouragement coaxed him to slide two into her.

  “Curl…like…right there. There! Oh, there!” She shuddered as he tested out her demand.

  “Beautiful, siren. Aahh. Yes. I feel you. Gods you feel so sweet and hot,” he moaned as he began to thrust his fingers into her without her urging. Her sounds alone encouraged him and soon the back hall was filled by her gasping, sobbing cries of pleasure and the wet, hard slapping of his palm as he fucked her with his huge fingers.

  “So close. Ugh. I’m so close,” she whimpered.

  “Come for me. Come to pieces all over my fingers. I’ve got you! I have you!” His snarls matched the sound of his palm slapping her clit. And then, unexpectedly and without coaxing, his pinky finger slid into her ass.

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bsp; She lost it completely. The orgasm that she’d been chasing through his torments and the pleasure raced up her thighs and exploded through her. She gasped, mewling against his shoulder, biting against the fine wool as she came. “Coming! Oh, God! Oh, God! Coming!”

  He growled out his encouragement and held her through her climax. His fingers pet and stroked against her as her pleasure crashed against her and tore through the last of her resolve. She wished she could see his expression. Wanted to cup his face and kiss him as she came against those long, thick fingers. Instead, she could only sob brokenly against his shoulder, breathing in the sweet, fruity musk of him.

  His arms held her warm and safe. She was enfolded in the strength of him. His fingers drew out of her, but he pet her softly as though he couldn’t quite get over the sensation of her. “You’re so warm and sick,” he purred, circling her tight little asshole with the slippery fingers. “Can I…do that to you again?”

  She whimpered, and he chuckled very softly. “That’s my kitty.” He teased her and pressed his thumb against her clit. His finger slipped deeper into her ass, steady and deep. The sound of pleasure she made was echoed by a deep snarl that vibrated through his chest.

  “Don’t you want to…” she started to ask and then moaned as his finger curled inside the heat of her ass.

  “I want this,” he whispered, sounding awed. “Come for me again.”

  There was no hesitation this time as he stroked her and filled her pussy and ass with his slick, slippery fingers and worked her into another climax and then another. He tried different ways to touch her and the success of pleasing her only made him bold and soon she was sobbing against him with half a dozen bone melting orgasms rushing through her. He’d managed to find just the right way to touch her that no one had ever done before.

  “Feeling better?” he asked when she begged him to stop. He’d managed to make her bruised and aching with just his fingers. She felt as though he’d been fucking her all day rather than the stolen time they’d shared with only his hands. No lips or tongue or anything, just his fingers playing over and in her.

  “Yes,” she whispered and squeezed him with her arms, wanting to hide in his neck and the circle of his arms for the rest of the weekend.

  “I should put you down,” he whispered quietly.

  “No.” Her whine made him chuckle softly.

  “No? But your friends will be looking for you.” He bent carefully, still holding her and fetched her dress, using it to veil her nudity for the moment.

  “I want to pleasure you.”

  He was quiet a long time and then whispered, “You have pleasured me. How can you not when you are the most beautiful woman? I….I enjoyed doing this with you and for you.”

  She squirmed in his grip and he carefully placed her on her feet but kept his arms around her as though he could sense the weakness of her legs. “What if I want to pleasure you, too?”

  “You will have to wear the blindfold. That will pleasure me.”

  She considered this as he helped her into her dress. He smoothed his thumb over the curve of her breast, teasing just around the tight bud of her nipple that strained against the fabric towards him. “All right. I will wear your blindfold.”

  “Mmmm.” He made a huge purring sound in the back of his throat and pressed his body against her. Finally, he let her feel him completely. His body was hard and strong, but his cock was a massive, curved pipe that pushed against her stomach.

  God! He was huge.

  “Sorry!” he said, misunderstanding her response, and pulled away. “I won’t hurt you.” He cupped her cheek and she could smell her sex on his skin.

  Oh, but she wanted him to hurt her.

  “It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” she whispered but she couldn’t tell if he believed her words. He did not press back against her, keeping the same wary distance.

  “I will let you return to your friends,” he said quietly, smoothing his hands down his jacket as he took a step away from her. As if she didn’t want to be in his company. She frowned as he stepped back, and she puzzled over the way he seemed suddenly unsure of himself. He pressed his hand to his heart, and she knew without question it represented his respect for her. He offered himself up to her in the silent poise, but he performed it as though he didn’t expect her response. She’d blundered so badly earlier, but she’d been caught unexpectedly. .

  She inclined her head forward and then performed the curtsy she’d not practiced in years. Not the respect she would offer her Grandparents or parents, but a demure acceptance of the generous offer of his faithfulness to her family line. When she pressed her knuckles against her breast, his shoulders jerked back as his spine straightened in surprise. Without a word he turned and strode away, leaving her feeling extremely sexually satisfied but very confused. Her legs were unsteady and with every step she could feel the scratches against her ass, teased by the silk and her well pleasured pussy, whispered reminders of those strong fingers that had claimed her.

  Fucked, without being fucked. And the man she wanted to spend the day with ran away? Ugh.

  Her hangover throbbed in her ears making her head ring with the pain of it. There was no way she could go back to try to enjoy the company of her friends.

  No, she was no good for polite company now.

  She retreated to the gardens and found a quiet place in the shade to curl up and cry. Her emotions were in a twist. She didn’t know why she needed to cry, but the pleasure the man had given her was so savage and so real it tore loose something in her. He left her craving more. Not only his touch but something deeper from him that she’d never longed for before. The realization terrified her. He pushed her away like he thought she was afraid of him. Despite her accepting his silent, covert offer of alliance, he’d retreated. Perhaps he didn’t understand, or worse, her subtle cues meant something different for him. From the way he acted, she didn’t think he would return to her.

  Chapter 4

  Marcie could tell something was wrong. One moment, she’d been laughing and teasing her sexy consort, and suddenly, the smile faded, and his silver eyes sharpened as he looked past her. Twisting in his arms, she followed his gaze and saw the man in the intricate Anubis mask striding stiffly into the room. He took a stance against the wall as though he were guarding the place, thick arms crossed over his chest.

  “Trouble?” she asked quickly, ducking her head to keep her words between the two of them.

  Mano’s deft fingers smoothed through her hair and she felt his breath warm her ear before the words reached her. “Trouble,” he agreed. “You are safe, my lady love.” His hands slid down her side, palm resting on her hip where he patted lightly. “My dear friend though—” The words faded into a quiet sigh.

  Lifting her head, Marcie looked into her fiancé’s eyes and lightly pulled his pointed beard to draw his head and attention down to her where she relaxed in his lap. “Tell me.”

  A flare of passion gleamed in his eyes when he tucked his chin down to catch her gaze. “Temptress.” He kissed her nose. “Remember the night we met?” he asked, head tipped to the side.

  A little flicker of pleasure ran through her, echoed by a thrum of delight. His strong hands squeezed her hips, almost to the point of pain and she sucked in a breath. Oh, she remembered all right. The world falling out from under her while her breath burned inside her with a flaming rush of sensation. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “For someone who believes their life path has been walked, it’s not easy to accept.”

  “Like you?” she asked, sitting up to give the conversation the seriousness it deserved.

  He squinted a little and then sighed, “Yes. In a way. I mean, it wasn’t until after I was fully and utterly tangled in your charms that I understood the dangers. I was taken completely unaware.” He assumed an innocent expression. It was as innocent as her little golden devil could manage anyway. He chuckled and kissed the corner of her mouth at her expression of disbelief.

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��Uh-huh.”

  His smile widened, and he kissed slowly across her cheek to her ear. “All right. I was terrified.” Admitting it cost that proud heart of his something precious.

  She wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself against his bare chest. “I understand. It wasn’t easy for me either. Is there anything we can do for him?”

  “I don’t know. Let me go and talk with him. I know how shocking it can be when you have your heart’s desire fall into your arms.” He whispered lower against her ear as he pulled her close, “Or onto one’s tongue as you did for me, cherry pie. Mi Dama Poderosa. Mein schatzi.”

  “If you keep this up,” she whimpered, “I’m going to put that sweet mouth to use instead of letting you go attend to your friend.”

  He took her hand in his and kissed her fingertips before pressing her palm to his cheek, nuzzling it. “I will be quick. And then— I will finish my breakfast—under the table.”

  With a dreamy sigh she didn’t resist as he settled her into the seat and slipped away. She watched the man of her dreams adjust his vest as he strolled across the room. There wasn’t even a hitch in his step, despite how wild they had been the evening before. He was the perfect balance of submissive and dominant with her and last night he delighted in her rough play with him. God, he was so sexy it made her eyes sting with happy tears. Hers! That entire sexy, naked ass in chaps was hers. Unfortunately, the tattoos hid the welts she’d left on him.

  Pulling her attention away from him she surveyed the room, and sipped juice. The gem girls were gathered at a table, laughing and chatting despite most of the other guests moving onto other events for the day. It dawned on her then that Topaz Lynx was missing from the group. She felt her stomach drop with understanding. So, Lynx and Jackal had a run in? She hoped her consort could smooth things over.