“It can’t hurt, I guess.”
“And if Jen runs, then at least she won’t be near Craig.”
No, she wouldn’t be living blocks from where Craig might be dealing drugs. She’d be alone. That wouldn’t help her depression either. But what were they supposed to do? It wasn’t as if they could toss her in the back of a van and haul her to the estate. That wouldn’t be right or legal.
They could call a social worker, but Jen’s problems went way beyond what a human could counsel her on. She’d need someone who understood the other world she was part of. Of course, there was one Huntsman who might fit the role of therapist.
“Rhys can bring Allie. He might be able to get through to Jen too while he’s here. He can be quite persuasive.”
Rowan chuckled. “Persuasive? You mean annoying and persistent, don’t you?”
Trevor glanced at Rowan’s face. He’d been doing quite well avoiding the temptation she posed. It just took a shitload of discipline to keep his gaze from drifting to those parts of her body that woke his lust. He only had to wait a little longer before giving in to his craving for her.
“Hey, you said it. Not me.” Even though he agreed.
“Sometimes his persistence is a good thing. He did give me the nudge I needed to accept that my interest in you was more than concern.”
The elevator dinged open. They got on, and he hit the button for their floor. Two, three minutes. That was all he had to wait to get his hands on Rowan.
Rowan stepped behind him and slid her arms around his waist. “I wish he’d done so sooner. I could’ve spent these past few weeks in your bed instead of sleeping against the wall in my room.”
Her touch stirred that part of him he’d banked as they’d hunted the city’s streets. He turned and settled his palms on her hips. “Did you dream of me?”
A naughty grin spread over her mouth, and the mischievous glint that sometimes shone in her eyes flared to life. “Yes. Every time I closed my eyes. I even contemplated coming over there and waking you with my mouth on your cock, but I feared aggravating your injuries.”
“I’m healed now, Rowan.”
“Yes, you are, and I might have to make up for those days we missed.”
She covered the growing bulge in his pants. She didn’t stroke him. Didn’t squeeze his length. Didn’t move her hand. The promise was there with the possessive way she held him, however. His dick responded to her unspoken vow, thickening and lengthening until his erection ached for her fisted grip. Or her mouth. That would work too.
“Yeah? That’s good to hear. I’m looking forward to experiencing in person what I’ve been dreaming about.”
The elevator door opened. Two men carrying breakfast trays got on. Trevor stepped forward, giving them space. Rowan didn’t move her hand from where she covered his dick, though. The moment the elevator doors squeaked closed, sealing them in with the other men, she unzipped Trevor’s jeans.
“Rowan.” He let the question show in his eyes—what was she doing?
Her grin widened. She licked her lips and gripped the waistband of his pants.
No. No, she couldn’t be planning to…
She popped the button and shoved at the edges. He spread his legs to stop her from yanking his pants off his ass and gripped her shoulders. “Don’t.”
She pushed his hands away and dropped to her knees before he could stop her. Her hand was in his pants, stroking his cock, a moment later. The knit gloves she’d worn to match her thigh-high socks added to the stimulation of her fisted grip. Each tug sent sparks down his shaft.
With hurried movements, she shoved his boxers down enough to free his erection. Her mouth replaced her hand, and the wet swipe of her tongue around the ridge of his cock broke his control.
He planted his flattened hands against the mirrored surface of the elevator. The reflection of the men behind them showed them staring at the door. Ads for the hotel’s restaurant covered the surface. As long as they didn’t turn around, they wouldn’t know what Rowan was doing to him. Or see her on her knees, worshipping him.
Plus, the elevator music was loud. It would drown out the sounds of Rowan sucking on his cock. Hopefully. At the moment, the rationale was enough to justify this, allowing Rowan to swallow his dick.
His length throbbed, excitement tightening his muscles. He turned his attention to her. Screw the guys behind them. The wedding bands on their hands meant they too had someone to wrap their lips around their cocks. If they happened to catch a glimpse and get aroused, they could go find their partners. Rowan was his, and he wasn’t going to miss out on a moment of her passion. He’d waited too long to have her this way.
A few damn centuries too long.
Whether he remembered them or not didn’t change a thing. Rowan was the woman he’d been waiting for his entire life. That was why no other girl had fit him. His soul remembered heaven and wouldn’t settle for anything less. It didn’t take much to imagine living out previous lifetimes, searching for something more.
Not another freaking day.
Rowan wrapped her fingers around his length and held his throbbing dick steady while she teased the sensitive head of his cock, focusing on the slit. Her licks and gentle sucking on the tip of his penis cranked up his desire, making the ache in his shaft worse. He needed to move, to experience the drag of her gloved hand over the vein in his dick and the pull of her mouth as she sucked him deep. She didn’t give him either.
He lifted his gaze. The men still stared straight ahead. Trevor’s breathing quickened. He dropped his hands to her shoulders, holding her still, and shifted his hips, pushing his dick farther past her lips. She opened her mouth wider and glanced up at him, catching his gaze. The lust in her eyes matched his, but that wasn’t all he saw in her expression.
She wanted to please him.
That opened up a whole realm of erotic possibilities, but none of those fantasies were the reason behind his rapid pulse. She was giving him control.
With his thumb at the corner of her mouth, he dragged his length back and pushed forward as far as he could go. Her lashes fluttered. He repeated the controlled stroke, being careful not to harm her or make too much noise that might draw the attention of the men behind them.
The elevator jerked, and the bell dinged. He stepped closer to Rowan, blocking her from view of anyone who might walk by, but his pants slipped, exposing part of his ass.
“Well, hell.”
The shocked exclamation from one of the other men yanked Trevor’s gaze to the man. The mirror in the hallway directly across from the elevator gave them the view the posters on the inside of the elevator had blocked from them.
“Walk away, and pretend like you didn’t see a thing. Understand?”
The guy who’d spoken held up his free hand. “Hey, I was newly married once too. Have fun.”
The doors swished closed, and Rowan sucked hard on his dick, drawing him into her mouth until his cock met the back of her throat.
He dropped his head back. “Aww, fuck.”
He fumbled for the button to stop the elevator. Rowan grabbed his ass and tugged him closer to her. His fingers fell short of the panel. He cursed and fisted handfuls of her hair. “You’re wicked, Rowan.”
Her lips curved into a smile, but then she wrapped them around his thick shaft and swallowed his length, taking him deeper than she had before. The muscles of her throat squeezed his dick. She made a hungry sound, something guttural and dangerously sexy. His balls drew up. Seed rushed down his shaft. He pulled her mouth off him before he came and hauled her to her feet.
“Rowan.”
He managed to get her name out, trying to convey what he felt. That would have to be enough to express himself. The lust riding him demanded more than words. He covered her mouth with his and thrust his tongue inside.
He led the kiss, urging her to meet his quickened pace. She stroked her tongue along his, matching him, but each hungry sound she made cranked up his desire more.
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bsp; With her head held between his hands, he kissed her harder, trying to crawl inside her. To possess her. Lock her to him for all time.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. He tore his mouth from Rowan’s. Met her gaze. She grinned.
That smile. No matter how many times he saw it, the force behind it knocked him off balance. “You make me crazy. Do you know that?”
She slipped under his arms and pushed against one of the closing doors, stopping it from locking them inside the elevator. “And you make me hungry. I don’t think I can survive another trip in that metal box. It moves too slowly.”
He shoved his dick back into his pants, grabbed her hand, and tugged her toward their room. With a swipe of the key card, the door unlocked. He scanned the room, noting the location of the bed. He needed her there, naked with her legs spread wide.
The door swung closed behind them. The sound of the lock clicking registered. They were alone. He didn’t have to be quiet or hold his lusts in check so as not to draw attention to them. There were none of her brothers around to hear them or stumble over them. They had no other responsibilities until nightfall. All day. He had all day with Rowan.
He yanked her flush against his body and kissed her. Gripping his shoulders as tightly as he held her, she dueled her tongue with his. On and on they kissed.
He ran his hands over her back, pulling her impossibly closer so her softness met his hardness. The press of her skin to his would’ve been better. He couldn’t rip his mouth from hers to make it happen. Sweet vanilla drugged his senses. His damn favorite drug. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. He was hooked on her.
She fisted the back of his shirt and squirmed, rubbing her erect nipples against him and betraying her needs. He reached between their bodies and stroked his hand over one hard tip. She arched from his touch. He grinned against her lips, easing their desperate kiss, and squeezed her plump flesh.
“Trevor.” She breathed his name against his lips before she was kissing him harder.
He massaged her breasts—one, then the other—and teased her nipples, pinching and rolling the tips as best he could through her clothing.
She tipped her head back on a groan, breaking their kiss. “Please, Trevor. I want your mouth on me.”
He tapped one erect bud. “Here? Is this where you need me?”
“Yes.” She grabbed the back of his head and urged him closer to her breasts. “There. Lick me.”
He dragged his flattened tongue over the peak, wetting the material of her shirt, then eased back.
“Trevor, don’t stop.”
The whining tone to her voice brought a smile to his lips. “Take your shirt off.”
She stepped backward, putting a slight distance between them, and tugged off her top. It went flying somewhere, along with her bra. Her jerky movements betrayed the level of her excitement. He didn’t mind missing out on the slow revelation of her body. Knowing he’d been the one to make her crazed made up for the lack of her striptease.
He grasped her wrist before she could undo the buttons on her skirt. “Leave the socks on.”
He glanced at her shoes. They were the flat ones with the strap and silver buckle she’d worn the first night he’d been with her. She’d probably chosen them knowing they’d be walking the streets all night, not to arouse him. That was what the sight of them did, though.
“The shoes stay too.” He’d take them off her.
“You’re a bit demanding today, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I am.” He took off his shirt, tossing it on top of Rowan’s. “Consider it punishment. You made me so damn horny all night.”
“Did I?” She slowly undid the small white buttons of her skirt, never breaking his gaze.
“Yes.” He unzipped his jeans, then dragged them down his legs. He kicked them aside, along with his boots. “Now get on the bed, Rowan.”
She turned, giving him a perfect view of her ass. He flexed his fingers. The memory of her soft flesh in his hands as he fucked her against that dirty alley wall swept over him. She’d asked to be taken from behind. It hadn’t fit his needs at the time. So much had happened since then.
Rowan sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed and hands clasped in her lap. “Is this good?”
Instead of answering, he approached her. She was teasing him. He wanted her begging.
He undid the buckle of the sheath he had strapped to his calf. The leather stuck to his skin. He’d almost forgotten why he’d switched to the holder in his boots. Carrying it against his skin was annoying. Tough. He’d deal with it.
With the holder and obsidian blade on the nightstand within arm’s reach, he faced her. Her full breasts drew his eye. He hadn’t sucked on them yet, despite her plea to get his mouth on them. He wanted those shoes off her first.
“Spread your knees for me.”
She uncrossed them, giving him a wonderful view of her lower lips. No hair covered her sex. Only the slickness of her arousal. His mouth watered. Rowan offered too many possibilities. He could spend hours loving her and still not have enough time to enjoy every inch of her.
He curled his fingers around her calf and lifted her leg. The knit stocking under his fingers was softer than her gloves. He skimmed his loose grip over her leg, from her knee to her ankle. “These look good on you. I can’t decide if I want to peel them off or leave them on.”
“I’m glad I decided to buy some winter clothes, then.”
He glanced at her. “You plan on wearing these a lot this winter?”
She nodded, the grin back on her face. “Yes. I bought several different colors.” She motioned to her discarded clothes. “Wool skirts too, with buttons instead of zippers. They’ll be easier to fix if I destroy them by embracing my Huntsman’s form.”
“That’s smart.” He traced the edge of her shoe. “And these shoes? Are they part of your winter clothes?”
“No. They’re just shoes. I do have some heeled boots, though.”
“Wear these again for me.” He caught her gaze and held it as he undid the buckle and slipped off her shoe. “I like them too. They make you look naughty.”
“The Mary Janes match my schoolgirl outfit. Did you like that too?”
His breathing deepened, and his cock twitched. A small smile flitted across her mouth, as she obviously guessed at his answer. He couldn’t hide his reaction when he stood before her naked.
“Yeah. I liked that too.” He was giving her power over him. Didn’t care. Seeing the outfits she chose was a special treat.
He delivered the same caress to her other leg, knee to ankle, before easing her shoe off. He set her foot on the ground, then stepped between her legs.
Her gaze drifted to his erection. She licked her lips, and precome welled in the face of her intent look. He ignored the desire to see her lips wrapped around his cock again and rubbed his thumb over her nipple until it pebbled. Their conversation had given her the chance to catch her breath. Good. He wanted to make their time together last. She deserved to experience his worship, and not just the physical rush to completion. She’d feel how special she was to him by the time he was done with her today.
He dropped his hand. “Where did you say I should put my mouth?”
“Here.” She took his hands and placed them over her breasts. “They ache, Trevor.”
He bent his head, forcing her to lean backward and prop her body up with her arms. With her arched in front of him, putting herself on display, he pressed a kiss to the swell of her plump flesh. “Is that good?”
“No. I want more. Suck on them.”
Part of him wanted to deny her for omitting the “please,” but he’d save that for later. He had special plans and those required her obedience.
He licked around her erect nipple, carefully avoiding the sensitive bud. She squirmed, trying to entice him to put his mouth where she’d indicated. He kept up the simple licks until a frustrated sound escaped her, and then he caught the bud between his teeth. With nibbles to the tip, h
e stimulated her breast, thoroughly enjoying her responsiveness.
“Trevor, please. Suck.” She arched more, pushing her chest against him and filling his mouth with her soft flesh.
The temptation was one he couldn’t resist. He sucked, dragging deeply with his mouth. She clutched at his head and tipped backward, her breast pulling from his mouth with a pop. He didn’t give her the chance to recover or move. He grabbed her waist, lifting her slightly, and tossed her to the center of the bed.
Wide-eyed, she scrambled away from him. He didn’t know what showed in his expression to put that shocked look on her face, but he could guess—ownership. Maybe hunger. He felt both.
He grabbed her ankles and dragged her back to where he wanted her. “Grip the sheets and don’t touch me, Rowan. You will feel what you do to me. How I feel about you. Got it?”
She held his gaze a moment longer, then gripped the sheets. “Yes. Okay.”
He moved between her spread thighs. With flicks of his tongue, he mapped a path from the edge of her socks to the crease between her thigh and groin, but he didn’t touch her dripping center. He let his heated breath wash over her and repeated the lapping on her other leg. She trembled by the time he held the tip of his tongue poised above her lower lips.
“Prop yourself on your elbows and look at me, but don’t let go of the sheets.” He lowered his chin so he met her gaze from behind his lashes. “I want you to watch me as I send you to heaven.”
She dragged in a shaky breath. “Arawn’s children are banned from there.”
“Not in my arms, you’re not.”
Without wasting another moment, he bent his head and dragged his flattened tongue over her lower lips, not penetrating her core or lingering in any spot. He’d take her up slowly, letting the passion build. He repeated the drag of his tongue, again and again, until her arousal flowed, soaking his chin.
“You get so damn wet for me.” He pushed his tongue into her opening, tearing a gasp from her throat, and curled the tip, drawing her flavor into his mouth. He groaned. “I could get drunk on you. You’re sweet. Addicting.”
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