by Kay, Sharon
How many times had he fantasized about this? His cock surged in his jeans as he pushed her bra up as far as he could. And stared at her in awe.
Her breasts were beautiful. Sinfully generous. Firm. Light brown nipples tipped her creamy pale flesh. He caressed one heavy side curve, then drew his finger across to her tight, puckered nipple. Rubbing his finger across it, he watched in satisfaction as it stiffened further. She moaned again and arched her back, thrusting them closer to his face. Keeping his fingers at one nipple, teasing it, he lowered his head and took her other tip into his mouth. She gasped and cried his name.
His head exploded with sensation. Hearing his name on her lips made his breath catch and his shaft pulse. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, binding him to her side. Her silky skin and hard nipples intoxicated him. Holy gods, he could stay here all night, making her come from this alone. Needing to please her, he growled and sucked her deep into his mouth. Her skin tasted like sugar sprinkled with a dose of fresh rain.
Releasing her nipple, he kissed his way to the valley between her breasts, inhaling deeply. He made a rumbling sound against her, drowning in the fragrance of lilac and the whisper of baby soft skin.
She moaned his name again, her hips writhing. But he wasn’t nearly done. Moving his body over hers, he lowered his hips to press her down. He held her gaze as he dragged his mouth to her neglected breast and flicked his tongue over her nipple. She gasped and licked her parted lips.
“You’re torturing me,” she whispered.
He growled in response, suckling one nipple while his fingers played with the other. Her hips bucked beneath him and her breath came in short gasps.
“Kai, please.”
“Please, what?” His tongue circled her nipple with languorous strokes.
“I need you. Take my jeans off.”
Her eyes held a wild urgency that wiped out all pretense of teasing. The scent of her desire crashed over him in a new wave, spurring him toward one goal. He shifted off her body and moved down to make quick work of her boots and socks. Then he popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper. She lifted her sweet ass so he could tug the jeans down, revealing pink panties slung low on her hips.
Sliding the denim all the way down her long slim legs, he slipped one finger under the elastic at her hip. He dragged it across, staying under that shiny pink edge until he reached the juncture of her thighs. And found her soaking wet.
He didn’t think he could get any harder. His cock throbbed in hot anticipation. His pants were way too tight, his dick heavy with need. But before he could sink into her luscious, waiting heat, he needed to taste her.
“Take them off,” she whispered, lifting her hips again.
He gritted his teeth against the assault of her scent, yanked her panties down, and froze.
Holy fuck. She was bare. He stared at the soft, pale flesh of her mound, unable to resist tracing a finger over her smooth skin. Like velvet. With two fingers he traced back and forth across her abdomen, moving lower with each pass. So sexy. He paused at the top of her slit.
Brooke rocked against his fingers, whimpering. Her muddled words sounded vaguely like his name. Time to give her what she needs.
Settling between her legs, he slipped his hands under her ass to hold her, and dipped his head.
His first lick was slow and teasing, and they both groaned. He did it again, languidly, savoring the tempting wetness of her satin folds. She was delicious, sweet honey mixed with exotic spice. He explored every delicate dip and valley between her thighs before moving to her apex and finding her most sensitive spot.
She shivered as he sucked her clit gently. Feathering his tongue over her, he tuned in to her body to learn how much pressure she needed. He stayed until her short gasps turned into breathy little moans, her legs quivering, her hips rocking. He alternately kissed and sucked her. Yes. She’s close. He rumbled his encouragement against her slick heat.
With a throaty cry she screamed his name and came hard, pulsing against his face. He kept licking her, greedy for every drop of her sweetness. He didn’t stop even when her spasms came to an end. Still tasting her, he lowered her hips to the ground. Then he raised his head to look at her.
Bound hands stretched above her head, her eyes were closed. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin, and an exhilarated flush colored her cheeks. He had never seen her so lovely. And he wanted more.
He skimmed one hand up her belly to caress one full breast. Squeezing the heavy weight, he dropped his head and resumed devouring her body. Her breath came in quick gasps as he circled her entrance with his tongue, then plunged it inside. She cried out in unabashed pleasure.
Withdrawing his tongue, he replaced it with two fingers. He pumped them inside her, feeling the sweet, soft walls of her sheath gripping him. A fresh burst of fluid drenched him as her moans intensified.
“You’re so fucking wet, Brooke,” he groaned, mesmerized by her passion. Luscious and wild, she was beyond any fantasy. Better than any dream.
“I want to feel you,” she rasped, tossing her head to one side.
“You will, baby.” Keeping his fingers buried inside her, he shifted his body so that he was on his side next to her.
He lowered his head to one ripe breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth while he stroked between her legs. She pushed against his hand, but he maintained his slow pace. When she whispered his name on a plea, he circled her tiny little bud with his thumb while biting down gently on her nipple.
She stilled for a second, then her body bowed, her hips coming off the ground. She cried out her release, her hands coming forward to grab his head and hold him to her breast.
As the last of the tremors left her body, she went limp beneath him. She lifted her arms so he could raise his head. Her breathing was shallow as she gazed at him through sated eyes. He grinned and lowered his head.
“I love your nipples,” he whispered, nuzzling them, making her giggle.
She moved her hands forward again, trailing them through his hair. “But you didn’t get to— ”
“Oh, I intend to, baby,” he said. With one last taste of her sweet breasts, he disengaged himself from her body, stood up, and popped the button on his jeans.
Brooke wished she had special demon-vision as she heard the metallic rasp of a zipper, then the swish of denim falling and being kicked away. Kai was getting naked and she couldn’t wait to examine every inch of his hard body. But the pitch black of the cave prevented her from seeing a damn thing. The flare of his eyes moved closer, until his face hovered above hers, his hands on either side of her head.
His eyes shone like bright gold, giving a faint glow to the cave. She stole a glance down his torso, but everything faded into darkness beyond his shoulders.
“I want to see you,” she murmured.
He lowered his head to her breasts, licking the sensitive undersides. “Guess you just have to use those soft little hands of yours to play explorer.”
“That’ll be kinda tough right now.”
He moved up to her neck and sucked. “Then you’ll have to go slow. Check out one area at a time.”
She let out a tiny laugh. “Hmm, where should I explore first?”
He growled and shifted backward, pulling her with him. Settling on the ground, he leaned against the cave wall and arranged her bare bottom on his lap. In a low, rough voice, he said, “Where do you want to start?”
She leaned forward until her nipples brushed against the hard wall of his chest, her belly grazing the thick shaft jutting between them. With her mouth an inch away from his, she reached between his legs and whispered, “Right here.” She cupped his balls and massaged them while kissing along his jaw.
He groaned and leaned his head back, releasing a string of curses. “Your hands feel so damn good, Sprite.”
“I’m just warming up, demon.” She found his abdominal muscles and teased him with lazy passes, as he had done to her. His hard length twitched against her thigh, and
she nudged her fingers lower until she reached the base of his penis. He hissed, his eyes giving off amber heat.
With the handcuffs on, it was easiest to wrap both hands around him. She stroked up, feeling every ridge and vein along his steel shaft. The contrast of the velvety soft skin that covered it took her breath away. She continued her exploration until she reached the plump head. He jerked as she massaged the sensitive underside. Feeling moisture there, she bent to lap it up, but he stopped her.
“Not this time, Sprite. Or this’ll be over in about two seconds.” His voice sounded strained.
She released him and pushed up higher on her knees. Draping her arms around his neck, she moved forward until the tip of his cock aligned with her entrance. “I’m ready for a hard ride, Kai,” she whispered as she lowered herself onto his length.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Don’t hold back.” His rough voice rumbled over her like a sensuous wave. Dark amber eyes locked with hers, their fire a sultry burn she couldn’t resist.
He groaned and she gasped as his cock filled and stretched her tight channel. Willing her muscles to relax, she paused to let her body adjust to his massive girth.
“You’re huge,” she said in a breathy voice.
“Shit, am I hurting you?”
She shook her head and smiled.
His amber eyes glowed with need. “Give me your breasts again.”
Yes. She moaned and rocked her hips, and he pushed farther inside her. Tiny shivers cascaded over her skin at the power of the male beneath her. He was a raw, potent force, and right now, he was hers to command. Balancing her arms on his shoulders, she lifted up and then pushed back down, taking him as deep as she could.
Close to his mouth already, she only had to shift a little to bring her nipple to his eager tongue. He flicked her sensitive tip, then closed his lips around it. Her lower belly clenched at the warmth of his mouth, and she felt a fresh burst of liquid heat from her core. He rumbled against her breast and released her, only to take her other side into his mouth.
One hand came up to play with her damp nipple, rubbing it gently between his fingers. His other hand gripped her hip firmly, locking their bodies together. She shifted forward until the base of his cock brushed against her right where she needed it. And then she made good on her promise to ride him. She worked her hips, feeling his cock slide deep inside her.
“Damn, baby.” He cupped her ass, staring at her body, at their connection. His breath grew ragged. “Don’t stop.”
As if she could. He had just given her two mind-blowing orgasms, and still, she wasn’t going to last long. His thickness felt too good.
Her need built to a frenzied level. His body moved with hers in a perfect rhythm, until she shattered. Shards of white-hot fire rained before her eyes. She threw her head back and screamed for him not to stop. He thrust harder inside her, milking every drop of her orgasm.
Sparks danced all over her skin as she shuddered and another monstrous peak took over her body. She was dimly aware of him roaring beneath her, both hands on her hips, pumping like a machine. Her body spasmed around him until they both slowed, gasping for air.
Her heart pounded in her chest and her muscles turned liquid. She sagged, hands at his nape, her head on his shoulder. “Can’t move,” she mumbled.
“You can stay right where you are,” he said. “I like you sitting on my cock.”
“Mmm. I never knew I was multi-orgasmic.”
“You’re a lot of things, Brooke.” He kissed her cheek. One big warm hand caressed her back, and the other settled at her waist.
She didn’t know how long they sat like that. At some point, he shifted their bodies to the ground, her back to his chest. She rested her head on his brawny arm and a feeling of possessive bliss spread through her. Drifting into a dreamless sleep, her senses surrendered to the warrior at her side.
CHAPTER 16
THE TRILL OF RANIERO’S GEM phone roused him from a deep, contented sleep. He cursed under his breath, not wanting to untangle his limbs from Ashina’s. But he needed to take the call. In the last month, Torth had gained a healthy dose of craziness. Increased and unprovoked attacks on peaceful creatures. Kidnappings. Demons acquiring previously-unheard-of abilities. And then there was the re-emergence of the legendary Solsti.
Dragging himself out of the warm bed, he strode across the room to retrieve the phone from his pants pocket. He glanced at the number and recognized Cale’s private line. With an inward flare of hatred at his corrupt employer, he stepped into the kitchen and answered the call.
“I have your next assignment,” Cale said.
My next assignment will be to shove your balls down your throat. Raniero drew a deep breath, forcing restraint into his voice. “What’s the job?”
“A Lash demon named Kai.”
Kai. The name pinged around his brain with a tinge of familiarity. After a second, he remembered. Though Raniero had never met him, Kai was a friend of Gunnar’s. They worked together on Earth. Why had Cale targeted him on Torth?
Raniero cleared his throat. “Any known residence or location?”
“He recently escaped from Draven’s compound at Stroehm. A female may be with him.”
“Stroehm?” The rest of the story crashed into place. Kai held the dubious status of having the highest price on his head of any rogue on Torth. The centuries-old rumor was he killed Draven’s father and escaped the fortress-like security of the gladiator ring. He was also one of Arawn’s men and therefore, one of Raniero’s comrades.
“You know the drill, demon. Kill the mark. Do whatever you want with the female.”
Kill the mark. A familiar order, but this one came gift-wrapped with a shiny layer of complications. It went against the Watchers’ oath to harm one of their own. Every one of Arawn’s warriors was honorable.
He clenched his teeth. Nothing would come between him and Ashina again. Even in the next room, her sweet heartbeat reverberated in his chest. Mine.
“Consider it done.” Raniero ended the call.
Brooke stood in a small dark room, her back against a wall. Acrid smoke filled her nostrils. A female, cloaked in evil, blocked the way out. Long blond hair swirled around a petite frame, black eyes glaring as she drew closer. The creature didn’t walk, she floated across the warped, broken stone floor.
Heart thundering, feet frozen, Brooke pressed into the unyielding wall. The female opened her mouth, shrieking words in some foul tongue. Her eyes turned red as she hovered close enough to touch. Mouth curling into a hideous grin, fangs erupted from her gums.
Brooke shrieked and tried to push the thing away, but her arms had turned to dead weight. Spindly hands shot out to grab Brooke’s shoulders. The creature laughed as she descended on Brooke’s neck.
A scream tore from Brooke’s lungs. Desperation kick-started her heart. No! The female’s arms were a hell of a lot stronger than they looked. Brooke thrashed and twisted. Shit! She was pinned, her upper body immobile. Kicking backward, she heard a low-pitched grunt behind her.
A voice called her name, faint and distant, tugging at her consciousness. She knew that voice…
“Brooke! Wake up!”
She gasped and stilled. She couldn’t see a thing. But she could smell river water. Leather. Man.
“Shh, Sprite.”
That voice, his voice, meant safety. But…No! That thing is about to kill me. Her hands squeezed into fists. Where did she go?
Brooke tried to twist around, tried to see behind her. But she couldn’t move. Strong warmth wrapped around her. Not pinned—held. Her senses struggled to unscramble image from reality.
“Brooke, baby. Wake up.”
Kai. Her body went limp with relief. The adrenaline deserted her veins, replaced with shuddering chills. Needing to see him, she turned.
A soft amber glow shone from his eyes. “That was one hell of a nightmare,” he murmured. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Still trying to regulate her breathing, she snuggled against his br
oad chest. Safe. She was safe with him.
He drew his hand up and down her back until her breath calmed. Smoothing lazy circles on her skin, he moved to her waist before sliding down to rest on her backside. Which was bare. She shifted her legs, feeling nothing but Kai’s thigh wedged between her own, and sucked in a tiny breath. Reflexively, she tried to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, and was stopped by the blasted handcuffs. At least her shirt and bra were on.
The events of yesterday rushed back, pushing the nightmare aside. Running through the stone tunnels. Jumping into the river and harnessing its raw energy. Kai’s huge, powerful body surging under hers. Heat bloomed along her skin.
She studied his handsome face, inches from hers. The soft flare of gold under thick lashes provided just enough light for her to take in his sensual mouth and perfect straight nose. Concern cut through the twinkle in his eyes.
“You sure you’re okay?”
She nodded.
He returned a dazzling grin, making her feel warm and protected. I could get used to this. All of him. All the time.
All the time? She shook her head, startled by the thought. Which part of her sleep-addled brain had produced that little gem? Needing to switch mental gears, she dipped back to her dream. “Are there vampires on Torth?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“One was in my dream. It was a female with blond hair, red eyes, and fangs. She was about to bite me.”
His brows knitted together. “Vampires aren’t powerful. Hardly any exist on Torth. They’re kind of like second-class citizens.”
“How do you mean?”
“They’re weak. Not glamorous at all. They live off animal blood because most other creatures can overpower them. As far as I know, they don’t live in organized groups. You may find one here or there, but it’ll probably be alone.”
Brooke pondered his words. “The one in my dream had immobilized me. And she floated like a ghost.”
“It was only a dream, Sprite.” He kissed the top of her head.
