by Mina Carter
She didn’t move; just lay under him, her hands unmoving on his shoulders.
Hawk opened his eyes and pulled back to look at her. “Didn’t you hear me?” he asked, his brows pulling together. “If you don’t want this, then you need to say now.”
“And if I don’t move?” She arched an eyebrow at him, the pulse in her neck fluttering rapidly. She was as nervous as hell, but the stubborn little look on her face said she’d never admit it.
Hawk gritted his teeth as his cock jerked. She was going to be the death of him. The thought came out of nowhere. Hawk ignored it, the needs of his body overpowering all else. He wanted her, needed her, and he was going to have her. All of her, he decided. Everything that was male about him wanted to stake a claim and make a mark on her.
“Then I fuck you. Good and hard, all night. You want that little Warden? To get screwed by the big, bad Warrior?”
Ohmigod.
Hawk’s crude words sent a thrill through Lyssa. The look in his eyes caught her off guard. The promise of dark heat and passion had her heart fluttering in her chest. Her body got in on the act and clenched tightly as her clit throbbed in response.
A tremble ran through her as the butterflies in her stomach went into full-scale riot. She wasn’t afraid, despite his harsh words and the forbidding look on his face. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Besides, most other men would have just carried on, not given her the choice when she was incapable of putting a stop to this herself.
Something shifted, changed, within her. She’d had enough. From this moment on, she was making her own choices and decisions, not letting the world make them around her.
“Yes. I’m damn well fed up. Not good enough for the Wardens because I’ve got no magic. Not good enough for you because I’m a virgin. Well, I’m fed up of it. Just fuck me and let’s have done with it.”
Hawk’s lips quirked a little. “Then I suppose you’re going out there and laying the smack-down on those Wardens?”
Her expression hardened as she replied. “Damn straight. If I had an ounce of power, I’d make them wish they’d never been born. Do you know what you get to study if you can’t cast?” She didn’t give him chance to answer. “Spells, wards. The history of wards. I can tell you how to cast pretty much every damn ward there is, but I can’t cast the bloody things myself.”
Hawk’s smile grew. “Good, now that we have that settled, can we get back to the sex?”
Lyssa’s smile was slow but broad as she allowed it to flow over her face. Hawk sucked in a breath, the expression in his eyes darkening. He liked what he saw. Feminine triumph rolled through her. Good. She liked that he liked what he saw.
He bent his head and took her lips in a searing kiss. One that lasted an eternity yet was over too soon all at the same time. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a line of fire in their wake. She caught her breath as she registered the change in him. It was as if he’d been playing before but now he’d made the decision they were going to do this.
He found the sensitive spot under her ear and nuzzled it. A moan broke from her as pleasure cascaded through her body. It was new and at the same time familiar. How could it be familiar though? She’d never done this before. Rolling her hips, she pressed against him as frustration mounted within her. It wasn’t enough. She needed more, much more.
Large hands smoothed across her waist, pulling her shirt up so he could reach her skin. Warm breath puffed against the side of her neck as his hands spanned her waist, smoothing and caressing the curves there.
Their eyes locked as, wordlessly, he pulled the top up, revealing more of her body. Lyssa caught her lip at the sudden, feral need that flared in the blue depths of his eyes. It was almost a relief when the T-shirt swept over her face and blocked her view. It gave her the few seconds to catch herself without that intent gaze on her.
He stopped, not pulling the fabric clear as she expected. It slithered over her face but stopped just as it cleared her nose and mouth. She stilled, surprised by the move, then his lips were on hers again and demanding her response.
Without her sight, all her other senses went into overdrive. The sensation of his lips on hers, the heat of his body above hers, and the slight scent of citrus aftershave over warm man all conspired to make her light-headed.
A moan broke free from her throat, and she opened for him. She wasn’t an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but she’d read a lot of erotic romance, even full-on erotica. It was her guilty little secret, something she had never been able to resist since she’d found out about it after leaving the Haven. So she had far more of an idea about sex than the average twenty-something virgin, if such a thing existed. And this was hot. It was hotter than hot. It was bloody scorching.
“Stay there.” His whisper was a soft order as he pinned her, her arms lifted above her head and caught in the garment that covered her eyes.
Sucking in a breath, she jumped a little as he moved down her body. His hands stroked over her sides, tracing the lines as her ribcage flowed into her waist then rounded out to her hips.
“Just relax, it’ll be good. I promise.”
His soft words were the most reassuring thing in the world but did nothing except agitate the restlessness at her core. His hot breath fanned over her cleavage, and she whimpered. His lips were mere millimeters above her skin, almost brushing her. At the thought, her breasts tightened, nipples hardening under the fabric of her bra as though begging for his attention.
She opened her mouth to respond, to say something, anything, but his long fingers hooking under the clasp of her bra between her breasts silenced her. He didn’t waste time in teasing her, just unclipped it. She bit her lip again, mangling the soft flesh of her lower lip as the fabric fell away and left her breasts free for his attentions.
Her nipples puckered as he blew a cool breath across them. Without warning, his lips latched around one, his tongue rolling it against his teeth for a long moment before he suckled it into the warm cavern of this mouth and pulled.
“Aieehhh!” The pleasure was intense, arcing straight from her nipple to her clit, and her hips bucked in helpless need against his. Hell, she’d nearly come there and then and she was still half dressed. What would it be like when he got her completely naked?
The thought was accompanied by a rush of heat as his lips moved, laving attention on first one breast and then the other. A mindless heat that suffused outward though her body. She’d never considered her breasts—or any part of her to be honest-—to be particularly sensitive. But she was fast discovering that her own inept explorations of her body, while informative when it came to anatomy, were a world away from the way he touched her. Where her hands merely brushed and touched her skin, his brought it alive. Alive and needing more of his touch.
His hands, callused and rough from his weapons, molded her breasts, touching and caressing as he alternated his kisses and suckling between one nipple and the other, his touch almost reverent as he paid homage to them with his lips and tongue.
He moved again, and hard hands efficiently stripped off her clothes and shoes. Seeing her chance, Lyssa took the opportunity and pulled the T-shirt the rest of the way off. She needed to look at him, needed to see what they were doing.
“Oh my.”
The exclamation dropped unheeded from her lips as she got a look at him. Her first proper look. He’d not only stripped off her clothing but somewhere along the way he’d managed to get naked himself. With one knee on the side of the bed, he had his cock in his hand, his gaze intent on her as he slowly pumped his fist over the stiff shaft.
Her breathing hitched as her gaze flicked from his face down to the rigid, purple-headed cock in his hand. As she watched, he pumped a couple more times, and then used his finger to spread the bead of moisture seeping from the tiny slit over the swollen tip.
Lyssa wet her lips nervously. Sure, she’d read a lot of erotica, but she’d never actually seen a cock up close and personal before.
Then she was half dragged a
cross the bed and under the well-built Warrior who dominated not only the room but what seemed like her entire existence at present. He used one hand to spread her legs wide, and the feral look on his face made her shiver and liquid heat pool between her thighs.
His hand slid up her thigh to the center of her body. She should be embarrassed but couldn’t make herself listen to the small voice nagging in the back of her head. Not with him looking at her that way. Not with his hand stroking closer to the place she desperately needed him.
His fingers reached the junction of her thighs and curled inward to cup her. Parting the soft folds of her body, he ran a finger from her pussy right up to her clit, making her buck in response. She moaned as her body made demands she wasn’t sure how to deal with.
“You’re wet.”
His voice was a deep rumble as he leaned over her, a different note in it, as though her response had both surprised and pleased him. Then, without warning, he slid his finger deep inside her.
She gasped as her body all but went into shutdown. Tight internal muscles clamped down hard on the invading digit for want of anything more substantial, like the thick cock he was still working with the other hand. He pulled his finger from her in a slow, delicious movement and added another before sliding them both back inside. She almost bit through her lip as his fingers rubbed against nerve endings no man had touched before.
“Tight and wet. Perfect.”
He moved his fingers inside her—thrusting back and forth, twisting and then spiraling, stretching the delicate flesh of her feminine sheath.
“You’re perfect,” he said on a breath. “You’ll feel like heaven...all tight and wet around my cock.” He leaned over her again. “But first I want to taste you.”
“W-what?” Lyssa’s eyes shot open, but before she could marshal more of a response he’d moved, slithering down her body and coming to a rest between her parted thighs.
His mouth latched onto her, his tongue parting her folds easily. She groaned, the sound loud in the silent room as he licked from her slit right the way up to her clit. He didn’t let up there though. He nibbled, licked and sucked at the delicate nub of flesh and nerves until she was almost insane with need.
“Hawk...” she begged as he held her thighs opened wide so he could get better access to her body. A rumble of pleasure emanated from his broad chest as he lapped at her sopping pussy. It was pure sensory heaven, and with each stroke of his clever tongue, her body tightened further, until it was so tight it was almost painful.
She jerked and shuddered under him. Each soft moan and stifled curse was an audible treat as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. That she was a virgin was obvious. Her responses were untutored but honest, responding to his touch as though they’d been lovers for years rather than strangers who’d just met.
Her pleading whisper got his attention, and he eased back and looked her over. Her skin was flushed with arousal, and her breasts rose and fell in an erratic rhythm as she tried to get her breathing under control. Breathing compromised again when he slid two fingers back inside her, teasing and testing her.
She was ready for him. He stroked her inner walls for a few seconds and smiled as her hips bucked, instinctively seeking a relief she wouldn’t be able to attain on her own.
She was an Earth Warden. Earth Wardens drew from Mother Earth herself, from her power and fertility. The fertility aspect of it in particular, which meant she needed sex, and lots of it, to fuel her abilities. If she was a virgin—well, no sex meant no power—which accounted for her inability to cast wards. But what Hawk couldn’t work out was why she thought she was a null.
It wasn’t going to be a problem for much longer. All she needed to kick-start her latent abilities was sex. Not sex with the average garden variety human though. That wouldn’t cut it. No, she needed to screw a guy with paranormal blood.
Hawk’s cock jerked to attention at the thought, reminding him of its presence. Not as if he could forget it with the savage ache in his groin tormenting him. She needed a guy with paranormal blood. A fact his brain easily translated into she needed him, a plan the magic deep within him reacted to with pleasure. It was the witching, he decided. Already he could feel it gathering, could feel its interest as sexual tension filled the room. It was as though it was watching and waiting for her to notice it.
Amazement filled him for a moment as he refocused his eyes and looked directly into the witching. The Warriors weren’t a race in their own right, anyone could feel the call to fight the darkness, but almost to the last man they had some sort of paranormal blood. Hawk’s was from his Fae mother, which meant he could see the witching. A talent which could be useful at times.
And at times—like now—it was just damn unsettling.
Far more gently than he ever thought he was capable of, Hawk lowered himself over her. He parted her legs farther with his knee so he could fit his hips between them into the soft cradle of her pelvis before he rubbed the swollen head of his cock over her clit.
She bit into her lower lip again, a lip already swollen from his kisses. Shifting his hips, he fit the head of his cock against the slick entrance to her body and leaned down to claim her lips in a demanding kiss as he started to push into her.
Her moan was lost in his mouth as he moved, her tight heat enveloping him like a glove. Fire clamped down in his core, blood racing to his cock as his balls tightened fiercely. All he wanted to do was grab her hips and shove himself inside her as far as he could go. Then fuck her so hard and thoroughly she’d never forget her first time.
First time. It was her first time. He was her first lover. A sense of pride and triumph filled him at the thought, his movements slowing and becoming gentler. He didn’t do virgins normally, but surely just this once he could manage gentle and considerate? It wasn’t as if it would kill him.
He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding a little farther into her with each thrust. God, she was tight. He pressed his eyes shut until he could see stars in an attempt to ward off the release that threatened to crash over him.
Gritting his teeth, he concentrated on everything but the way her hot little body held his in a silken vice and the maddening little sounds of pleasure that went straight from his ears right down to his cock buried deep inside her, making it jump and pulse. It was amazing, the myriad sensations enough to crack a saint’s resolve. Despite the fact he was trying to be gentle, he was definitely no saint.
Then he was in her completely, sliding to the hilt with a small sigh of satisfaction. With a control he didn’t know he possessed, he stopped stock still and whispered soothing sounds against her hair as he waited for her body to adjust to him.
”It’s okay, sweetie. It’ll be okay in a moment, I promise. Then it’ll feel good.”
He’d expected a murmur of complaint, a plea for him to hold on but instead she rocked her hips.
“A-actually, that feels pretty damn good.”
Hawk groaned, her unexpected movement almost tumbling him over the edge, and clamped his hand down on her hip to hold her still. “Hey, slow down a little there.”
He pulled back to check her face. She was a virgin for heaven’s sake. She shouldn’t be comfortable with this already, surely? But all he saw was a sexy, sultry smile and her eyes filled with pleasure rather than the tension and nerves he’d expected.
He groaned as she rolled her hips again. “Slowly, or this’ll be the quickest fuck you’ll ever have.”
She grinned wickedly and nipped his earlobe. “So fuck, don’t talk. Then we can do it all over again.”
That did it. Hawk growled as he let go his control. Grabbing her wrists, he dragged them above her head again as he pulled back, until he was almost out of her. Then he surged in again, driving into her with a force that made her gasp.
He didn’t stop there, setting up a powerful rhythm that had the ancient bed squeaking. He moved over her, and within her. With each hard thrust, with each slide and slap of skin on skin as his hips met he
rs, he felt the tension in the room and in her body increase. Tension that coiled tighter and tighter until it was almost palpable.
She freed a hand from captivity to run it down his face, wonder in her eyes. Such a simple gesture, but low down in his body something tightened until it was almost painful. Hawk turned his head and kissed her palm.
Her back arched in response, her hips meeting his stroke for stroke as she silently demanded more. Pleasure arced through him, electrifying each and every cell in his body as she strained against him.
“Oh god, yeah babe, that’s it. Let it go. I’ll catch you.” Hawk whispered in her ear, lips brushing the sweet spot behind it and that was it.
Crying out, she came over his cock. Her body tightened, clamping down around his in rhythmic waves as unstoppable as the tides as her climax ripped through her.
It was too much for Hawk. Her cries of fulfilment, the feeling of her body around him and the magical backwash of an Earth Warden’s pleasure all wrapped around him like a silken net from which there was no escape. With another growl, he increased his pace, slamming into her brutally now. Once, twice...on the third thrust, his cock pulsed, blood rushing to his groin as his release hit him like a tidal wave.
He groaned, his muscles locking until he was as stiff as a board. His cock jerked and pulsed, spilling his hot seed into her silken depths and, with a groan, he rolled over to pull her tightly into his arms.
Chapter Eight
Lyssa awoke slowly, hovering in that comfortable place between asleep and awake for the longest while, content and happy because she’d had the most marvelous dream. An erotic dream where she’d been in bed with the sexiest guy she’d ever seen. He was all lean, hard muscle, and dramatic good looks. Looks that belonged on a catwalk rather than in bed with her.
And the things they’d done... Image after erotic image flashed over her mind’s eye. Oh god, they’d done everything. Lyssa’s cheeks burned as she came fully out of sleep. She’d had sexy dreams before but never one so vivid and rich. What the hell was the matter with her?
