Masters of Seduction Volume 2: Books 5-8: Paranormal Romance Box Set

by Lara Adrian et el

  He looked into her face, and was once more drowning in her magnificent eyes. His body demanded to feel her, to sink into her wet folds and let pleasure take them.

  Her lips parted as she lowered her gaze to his mouth. When her eyes returned to meet his, there was no denying the desire he saw there. He could see it in the way she breathed, in how she was attuned to his every movement.

  “I can help you find the killer.” His head lowered a fraction as he ached to kiss her.

  She moved a fraction closer. “How?”

  “Because Incubi are real.” Her mouth was mere inches away. She was like a drug and he the junkie. And he hadn’t even kissed her yet.

  Javan knew he would put himself to the ultimate test when it came to Naomi, and yet he couldn’t turn away. She focused him. She cleared away the world until only she existed.

  Her hand moved from his arm to his chest. “You’re one.”

  “Yes,” he said and took her mouth.

  For a moment, he held still, his breath locked in his lungs as he put the instant to memory. Then he pulled away and looked at her.

  Naomi blinked up at him, a small frown furrowing her forehead. “Is that why I can’t think of anything but ripping your clothes off?”

  He groaned. She had no idea how close he was to taking her right there. “Yes. And no.”

  “I can’t think.” She grabbed her head and took a few steps back. When she looked at him, there was doubt and fear in her blue eyes.

  Javan leaned his hands against the glass and let his chin fall to his chest. “It’s just as I thought. You have no idea who you are, do you?”

  “I’m Naomi Williams.”

  “Not your name, Naomi. Your bloodline. You’re a Nephilim.”

  “A what?” she asked in shock.

  He pushed away from the glass. “Half human. Half angel.”

  “Riiiiiiight. Because that makes sense.”

  Javan strode to the bookshelf behind his desk and pulled out the heavy leather-bound tome. He then walked to the coffee table and set it down, opening it to the title page. “Read,” he ordered Naomi.

  She hesitated for a moment, but it was her curiosity that won. Naomi moved back to the sofa and sat.

  Javan knew she would be there for a while. If she truly didn’t know her heritage, she had a lot of reading to do. He returned to the windows as the phone on his desk beeped.

  Work was done for the day. He had something else to focus on – Naomi.

  And the Incubus who killed her sister.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Naomi couldn’t stop reading. The words flew past her as she flipped page after page, soaking it all in. Occasionally, she heard voices in the office, but she was too absorbed to look up.

  At one point, Javan had stuck a bottle of water in one of her hands and a hamburger in the other. Naomi hadn’t even bothered to look up. She ate without tasting anything.

  Her mind was blown. That was the only way to describe what was happening to her. Incubi, extinct Succubi, angels, demons, and Nephilim.

  It was all so much to take in. And yet, from what she had read, all those unanswered questions she and Becky had about the odd things they suspected, and the strange feelings and such, were answered. Finally.

  Naomi finished the book and leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes. Her head rolled back to rest against the cushion. It took her a moment to realize how quiet the office was.

  She cracked open her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the inky black sky outside the windows. Had she really spent the entire day reading?

  A glance at the three-inch-thick volume confirmed it. Naomi glanced at her watch and saw that it was nearing midnight. Her gaze then swung to the desk where Javan was intently looking through a stack of papers.

  As if feeling her eyes, his head lifted. Slowly he set down the papers and rested his elbows on the desk. “You look exhausted.”

  “How did you know that I am a Nephilim?”

  He rolled back his chair and stood. Javan came around the desk to the chairs and stopped behind one. “It’s a sense that all Incubi have. With the Succubi all gone, the only way to continue our race is with yours.”

  “Yeah,” she said and swallowed. “I read that. I just don’t understand how Becky and I didn’t know. I read all the family names of the Nephilim. We’re not on there.”

  “Elijah is...proficient at discovering all there is to know about a person. It’s how we found out you were Rebecca’s sister. He also learned that you and Becky were adopted.”

  Naomi barked with laughter. “You know, I believed everything in that book,” she said, pointing at the tome lying before her. “But you’ve crossed the line.”

  “Becky was eighteen months old and you were just days old when the Williams family adopted you. I have the paperwork to prove it.”

  She shook her head, not wanting to believe it. But why would he lie? What did Javan have to gain? “They never told us. Adoptive parents end up telling their children.”

  “Not if you were adopted to be saved.” Javan’s dark eyes held hers. “Your family is the Martins. There had been a feud between them and the Ryans. It was the Ryans who wiped out your family. Your parents kept your birth secret. They employed a human nurse who took you and Rebecca away before the attack.”

  Naomi put a hand over her stomach. This couldn’t be happening. It all sounded so farfetched, like it was out of some sci-fi movie.

  “A female child about your sister’s age who had been delivered to the morgue was put in the house so when the Ryans attacked, they believed your entire family was killed.”

  Naomi jumped to her feet and began to pace. “How do you know all of this?”

  “I told you. Elijah can find out anything. I’m glad you’re finished reading. I know you have many more questions, but I’d like to ask you if Rebecca described her lover?”

  Naomi stopped and stared. “Have you found something?”

  “Possibly.” He started back to his desk and motioned for her to follow. “As you learned from the book, there are ten Incubus families. Mine controls Australia. It doesn’t stop other Incubi from traveling and such. However, I’ve had Elijah find out the whereabouts of each of those I’m responsible for on the night your sister died.”

  She leaned over his shoulder after he sat and looked at the papers. Naomi couldn’t believe he had gone to all this trouble just for her. If she hadn’t told him she knew he was an Incubus, she wondered if he would be helping her now.

  Javan looked up at her. Naomi realized how close they were. She thought of the quick, hard kiss he had given her. And how she wished it had lasted longer.

  Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh when Javan’s gaze lowered to her mouth. The man had a serious way of making her forget everything but wanting to be in his arms.

  No. Wanting was too weak of a word. She yearned. She craved.

  She hungered.

  “Yes,” Naomi said, her voice sounding breathless and needy even to her own ears.

  Javan’s lips lifted in a half-smile. “Yes?”

  It took a moment for his question to sink in. Naomi shook her head to pull herself back from the brink of the overwhelming passion. “Yes, Becky described him. He was tall with dark hair and dark eyes.”

  “You’ve just described a number of men in my employ, including Elijah.”

  Naomi straightened and crossed her arms over her chest. “So we’re not any closer?”

  “I didn’t say that. There are a handful of men who don’t have an alibi for that night. Elijah is looking into them now.”

  “Aren’t you worried it might be Elijah?”

  Javan smiled and turned his chair to face her. “He was with me in London. He’s my Watchman.”

  That’s right. Naomi remembered reading about the men whose job it was to look after the head of each Incubus House and lead the under-Watchmen. Elijah would go anywhere that Javan went.

  “Good,” she said. “I like Elijah. I’d ha
ve been upset if it was him.”

  Javan stood then. “It’s been a long day for both of us. Let me take you to dinner.”

  Dinner? Alone with one of the hunkiest men she had ever encountered? Did she even attempt such a thing?

  “All right. Should I go home and change?”

  He put his hand on her back and guided her across the office to the elevator. “You’re perfect.”

  The man knew exactly what to say, Naomi would give him that. Perfect? She was hardly that, but it was nice to hear that he thought so.

  Their shoulders were touching in the elevator. Naomi could feel his gaze on her. He was like a magnet, enticing her closer the longer they were together.

  The elevator went past the lobby of the building to the basement where it opened and a car was parked, waiting. Javan’s hand was once more on her lower back. She found she liked the feel of his hand there.

  Naomi felt protected, sheltered.

  It was...nice.

  She slid into the passenger seat of the white Jaguar XK. As Javan shut the door after she was inside, Naomi spotted Elijah getting into another car. Javan got behind the wheel and drove away.

  “I admit, I was offended that you thought I murdered Rebecca,” Javan said. He glanced at her. “But it brought you to me.”

  “I have to know what happened to her.”

  “And you will. I’m going to make sure of that.”

  She watched the city lights pass in a blur. “Is that what money and position can do?”

  “Yes. I’ll not apologize for what my family began.”

  “Nor should you. I’ve just never had that kind of privilege.”

  He flashed her a smile. “Have you seen your work? Naomi, you’re extremely talented. You’re going to make a lot of money because of it.”

  “Only because I was in the exhibit.”

  The car slowed as he prepared to turn into a drive. “You sell yourself short. Being in the exhibit will get you there faster, but trust me, you were going to get there regardless.”

  Naomi smiled, beyond pleased at his words. They stopped in front of a garage door. Javan rolled down his window and punched in a few numbers. A moment later the door opened.

  It wasn’t until they drove into the garage that she realized he’d brought her to his house.

  “I thought you might want to talk privately instead of trying to hide our words from a waiter,” Javan said after he put the car in park. “If you’d rather, we can go to a restaurant.”

  Naomi shook her head. “This is fine. And you’re right, I don’t want to watch what I have to say.”

  She got out of the car and was met by Javan who walked her to a thick wooden door. There wasn’t time to look long as Javan ushered her inside the house.

  As soon as she entered, she felt at ease. It could have something to do with the same soothing grays as his office, or the fact that the artwork everywhere was awe-inspiring.

  The next thing she knew, they were ascending a set of switchback stairs. Javan then stood at a large entrance and smiled, waiting for her to enter.

  Naomi stepped through and gasped at another spectacular view of the harbor. The clinking of crystal pulled her attention from the lights reflecting off the water.

  She turned to find they were in a library. Tall walls held hundreds of books on black bookshelves. A large fireplace sat in the middle of a wall with a cozy set of chairs and a couch. There was no fire roaring. Instead, there were dozens of small candles sitting among the logs, giving off a golden hue as their tiny flames flickered.

  “It’s one of my favorite rooms,” Javan said. He held up a bottle of wine.

  “Please,” Naomi said in regard to the wine. “This place is amazing. I didn’t think anything could beat your office view, but I think I’ve found it.”

  He handed her the glass of wine as he stood beside her. “I’m glad you came into my life.”

  “I have a hard time believing that.” She took a drink to try and calm her nerves.

  Javan took her wine glass from her hand and set it next to his on a table beside him. He then turned her to face him. His gaze was intense, holding hers so she couldn’t look away.

  “I want you, Naomi.”

  His words were like a match to her desires. They roared to life, burning her with need.

  “Your artwork drew me to you. I didn’t know why until I saw you at the gallery. I knew then that I’d be a fool to let you walk out of my life.”

  “I just met you,” she said, her mind whirling from his words.

  Javan touched her face tenderly. “You’re a Nephilim. You feel desire anytime I’m near because I’m an Incubus.”

  “So it’s not real?”

  “Oh, it’s real.”

  “But I’d feel it with any Incubus. Say, like Elijah?”

  One blond brow lifted. “You’ve been around Elijah. Did you feel desire?”

  Naomi thought about the times she was with Elijah and shook her head.

  “You have your answer, then.”

  Unable to help herself, Naomi reached up and ran her hands through his blond locks. Then she rose up on her toes and put her lips to his.

  She had barely begun to pull back when his arms went around her, pulling her against his hard chest. He slanted his lips over hers and took her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath.

  Flames of passion licked at them, pulling them deeper into the fire. Naomi shoved his suit jacket over his shoulders. He let it slide down his arms before he unzipped her skirt. In moments, they each had the other devoid of clothes.

  Naomi was then gathered in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked to the fireplace and knelt. He was kissing her as he laid her back on the fur rug, covering her body with his.

  She sighed at the feel of his arousal pressing against her sex. His hips rocked against her. Naomi couldn’t get close enough to him.

  A moan fell from her lips when he shifted and took a nipple in his mouth. Her lids fell shut, pleasure rushing through her.

  Naomi ran her hands over his back, feeling the hard muscle moving beneath her hand. His suit belied the toned body beneath. His barely restrained hunger only pushed her closer to the edge.

  The blunt head of his arousal was at her entrance. With one thrust, he entered her.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Javan now knew what Heaven was. He held it in his arms, her soft cries filling the room. She was so tight, her walls slick as he filled her.

  He lifted his head to watch her. With her lips parted and her eyes closed, her chest rose and fell quickly. Her golden locks were scattered around her, the light from the candles in the hearth making her appear as if she had been dipped in gold.

  Javan swore he would only take her once. It’s all he would allow himself. He had planned to go slow, to tease and torment them both for hours before he buried himself within her tight sheath.

  With one electrifying, soul-stealing kiss, he hadn’t been able to control himself.

  Her legs held him firmly as he began to move his hips, slowly at first. He fisted one hand in her hair and struggled to get ahold of himself.

  Then her lids lifted and she speared him with her blue eyes. The passion, the desire he saw there wiped away the last shreds of his control.

  He pulled out of her and then thrust hard. In answer, her nails dug deep into his back. Again and again he plunged inside her while her hips rose to meet him.

  Javan was consumed with her. He heard her shout as she clamped around his cock with an orgasm, but he didn’t stop. He continued thrusting, taking her higher.

  Naomi had never had such an intense orgasm before, and just as she was coming down from one, another slammed into her. Was this what it was like to make love to an Incubus?

  Their bodies slid against each other as he ruthlessly drove within her. Her back arched as yet another climax ripped through her.

  He groaned before he claimed her nipple in his mouth once more. He suckled deep, and lightly bit d
own on the turgid peak. Naomi bucked, a scream of ecstasy lodged in her throat.

  Her body should be mush after three such mind-blowing orgasms, but all she wanted was more of Javan.

  Suddenly, he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach. He raised her up on her knees and entered her once more. With his fingers clutching her hips tightly, he began to thrust.

  Naomi closed her eyes, the fire within her only growing higher instead of diminishing. The only thing that existed for her was Javan. She only felt his touch, his kisses. She only heard his breathing and his moans.

  He leaned over her, cupping a breast and nipping at the lobe of her ear. She reached back and around to touch his face as he kissed down her neck, all the while his hips pumping into her.

  To her surprise, another climax was building fast. His hand caressed down her stomach to her sex to run his thumb over her clit. Naomi whispered his name right before she was swept away on another tide of bliss.

  This time, he came with her. He thrust deep as his body shuddered.

  They collapsed to the side, their bodies still joined. Naomi liked being nestled against his chest with Javan’s arms around her. Her eyes closed, drifting in that place between wake and sleep.

  She didn’t remember dozing off, but she woke on her back with Javan sliding inside her. Their gazes met, held. The inferno that took them earlier grasped them once more.

  It refused to release its hold, and Naomi wasn’t sure she wanted to.

  Again and again they made love. She adored the hard sinew of his body, the penetrating way he held her gaze as he dared her to follow him on the path of passion.

  She touched, licked, and kissed every part of him. Only after he had touched, licked, and kissed every inch of her. There was no talking. There was no need.

  Their bodies spoke a language as old as time itself. Several times as she drifted off to sleep she felt Javan rise, but he always returned, making love to her more wildly than the time before.

  There was no concept of time, no thought of the morrow. Or the consequences to their night of passion.