Amaury's Hellion

by Tina Folsom

  “Go, sit.”

  She didn’t move. “I’d rather stand.”

  “Suit yourself. And start talking.”

  “Looks like the fog burned off—”

  He cut her off. “About why you were lurking around outside Scanguards.”

  “I wasn’t lurking.”

  Her innocently fluttering eyelids wouldn’t work on him. Neither would those plump red lips she’d pushed forward in protest.

  “You weren’t waiting for me, that’s for sure. Looks like we have a veritable Buffy on our hands.”

  “You’re calling me a slayer?”

  “That’s what you are, aren’t you?” Amaury let his gaze drift over her slender form. She was tall for a woman, well built with muscles that would put the average human male to shame. But she wasn’t strong enough to fight a vampire, and especially not one like Zane.

  “I’m not a slayer.”

  “Then what are you doing seeking out vampires and killing them? In my book, that’s slaying. And don’t even try to deny it. I was there, remember?” But he wasn’t thinking of the fight with the vampires; rather, his mind conjured up images from later that night, images of her naked breasts. With an impatient shake of his head he tried to rid himself of the mental picture.

  “That’s the thanks I get for saving your ass? If I hadn’t killed that guy, you’d be dust right now!”

  Nina did have a point. Frankly, he had no idea why she’d saved him when she could have taken the moment to run for her life. Instead, she’d courageously jumped onto that vampire and staked him.

  “And my ass wouldn’t have needed saving in the first place if I didn’t have to come rescue you.”

  “I didn’t ask for your help.”

  She braced her hands at her hips, pushing her open jacket clear of her chest. Was he hallucinating, or did this simple action make her breasts appear more voluptuous?

  “You didn’t need to. It was pretty clear from where I stood that you needed help.” The recollection of her fighting alone against those two vampires sent an ice-cold shudder through his bones. He could have lost her so easily.

  Lost her?

  “Arrogant jerk!”

  “Insolent brat. I’m in the right mood to turn you over my knee and paddle your stubborn ass.” The moment he said it, he felt a bolt of desire shoot through his loins. The image of her naked derrière made his cock twitch in anticipation. How he would love to feel her skin under his palm.

  She narrowed her eyes. “I would like to see you try!”

  Amaury heard the fury in her voice. Her cheeks colored a deep red, and her chest rose heavily with every breath she made. Every time her breasts pushed against the fabric, he could spot the hard nipples that topped them. He wasn’t the only one getting excited by the situation.

  “Don’t tempt me, woman!” But he was already tempted. “You have no idea what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped Zane. Do you think his parents gave him that name?”

  He pinned her with a furious look. “That sick bastard chose that name on purpose. His idea of irony. Nobody’s quite sure whether he’s all that sane. You’d do better to stay away from him.”

  “Like you are any less insane than he is!”

  She compared him to Zane? Now she’d have to pay …

  Before she could even blink, she was bent over his thighs, her behind pointing up.

  “Don’t you dare!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and thrashed her legs.

  The first slap of his palm onto her backside stopped her next word. Amaury didn’t trust himself to pull her jeans down, lest this situation end somewhere else entirely. But if she continued to struggle, maybe he would have to strip her after all.

  “You jerk!”

  He gave her another slap, this time a little harder. And a third and fourth one.

  “Ouch!” Her protest sounded unconvincing.

  He slapped her again, then smoothed his palm over the spot he’d just spanked and stroked gently.

  “Stop that!”

  Amaury realized that her voice had a little less determination in it than when she’d insulted him. He grinned and noticed suddenly that his headache had waned. In the staff meeting his head had been ready to explode, and even outside during the confrontation with his friends, he’d still had a splitting migraine. But now that he thought about it, somewhere between him walking home with Nina and now, his head had cleared. In fact, he felt great!

  Nina twisted under his hold.

  “Will you behave now?”

  Amaury took her silence as a yes and turned her to him so she sat in his lap, which she immediately tried to vacate. He stopped her—Nina sitting in his lap felt right.

  “Now we talk.” That was if he was able to listen with her delectable derrière rubbing against him as she continued trying to get out of his lap. She could shift all she wanted. He wouldn’t stop her. Did she have any idea her grinding was the reason for his growing erection?

  “What am I? A child sitting on Santa Claus’ lap?” she bristled and crossed her arms.

  “Trust me, chérie, Santa Claus is not as big as I am.” He pushed his groin against her thigh to emphasize his statement and felt the tightness in his pants. If he made another move, he would burst.

  She was clearly annoyed now, sending an acid look his way. Maybe she had finally run out of verbal insults to hand out.

  “I’ve had bigger.”

  Bigger? He’d show her.

  “I doubt that very much. Maybe you should do a proper comparison before you make statements like that.” Amaury took her hand and pulled it toward him, placing it firmly onto the bulge of his pants.

  Nina tried to pull away, but then her mouth dropped open, and he felt her palm squeeze him lightly through the fabric. “Oh.”

  The warmth from her hand shot through him, and he pushed against her, encouraging her to squeeze again. He could question her later. There was no rush.

  “Touch me.” He looked at her face, and she finally met his gaze. Then her hand moved along his steely length, exploring him, measuring him. He sucked in a quick gulp of air and with it her scent. Slowly, he moved his head closer to hers until his lips hovered less than an inch over hers.

  “I want to feel your hands on my skin,” he whispered against her mouth, his breath mingling with hers.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

  Her response made him chuckle. “Why don’t you undress me then?” He liked the idea of her taking charge, of her hands easing open the buttons of his shirt, lowering the zipper of his pants.

  “Maybe later.” Her lips brushed against his. “Are you doing this?”

  “Doing what?”

  “Making me want to kiss you.”

  Nina wanted to kiss him? No objections here.

  “I’m not using my powers on you.” Only those which any man would use to seduce a woman. “I don’t need to. We both know we want this.”

  Amaury pulled her lower lip between his and traced it with his tongue. She tasted intoxicating.

  “Why?” Her hands came up to grab the lapels of his shirt.

  “I don’t know. And I don’t care. Let it happen.”

  He couldn’t explain the attraction between them or why he wasn’t following Gabriel’s orders and wiped her memory of him and all vampires.

  “Am I safe with you?”

  He pulled back a few inches to look into her eyes. “Have I hurt you so far?”

  “Well, you did paddle my ass, as you so elegantly put it.”

  He grinned. Spanking her had been more than just a little enjoyable. In fact, it had gotten him rather hot—and hard. He wouldn’t mind a repeat of it at a later time.

  “Which you thoroughly deserved for …” For giving me such a fright seeing you captured by Zane, he wanted to say, but bit back the words. “… for stalking me and my friends.”

  By his shirt she pulled him close to her. “Next time you spank me, you should do it right. I barely felt a thing th
rough my pants.”

  Amaury almost choked. Was Nina suggesting he should slap her naked ass? “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He’d be happy to do anything she wanted to that cute backside of hers. She just had to ask. Actually, she didn’t even need to ask; a mere hint would suffice to put him into action.

  “Guess, you’ll just have to figure that out, won’t you?” But she didn’t give him another chance to answer and sank her lips onto his.

  Her soft flesh met with his, opening a floodgate of sensations rushing through his body. Her warmth seeped into him, travelled over his skin and penetrated his cells. More blood pumped into his loins, making his already swollen shaft even harder. He allowed his hands to roam over her body as his mouth fitted to hers, learning her every groove.

  While his hand on her back pressed her closer to him, he let his other hand slide up her neck, caress the soft skin, then cup her cheek. His thumb stroked her jaw and ran along the underside of her chin, feeling the soft muscle below and the warm blood running through her.

  Amaury angled his head and requested entrance with his tongue nudging at her lips. With a sigh she surrendered to his gentle demand and parted her moist lips. A searing bolt of lightning shot through his core as he invaded the delicious caverns of her mouth, finding his responsive counterpart, his long desired twin fitting perfectly to him.

  He released a guttural moan when he started a duel with her tongue. She sparred with him just the way she’d sparred with him verbally. Her talented mouth drew him deeper, asking him to explore her and learn every minute detail of her. It was exactly what he wanted to do.

  Nina suddenly pulled away. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

  Without waiting for an answer, she ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying. Instantly she dug her hands into his chest, sending electrical shocks traveling over his skin wherever she touched him. When had a woman last shown him such passion?

  “I didn’t like that shirt anyway.” Amaury pulled her head to him again and continued their passionate kiss, while Nina stripped him of his shirt and threw it on the floor. He felt turned on by the way she handled him, confident and assertive. Having a strong woman like her in his arms aroused him more than any of his daily one-night-stands ever had.

  Never had a woman made such passionate demands on him, and never had he been so willing to let a female take charge. This was new to him. New and exciting. Whatever she wanted to do to him, he wouldn’t object, as long as she was using her mouth, her tongue and her hands the way she was now.

  “Take me to bed,” she whispered.

  His mumbled “yes” was drowned out by her lips. Not that he needed words to respond to her. He merely lifted them both from the couch without interrupting their kiss and walked them to his bedroom. With his foot, he kicked the door open.

  The sheets on his bed were a tangled mess, evidence of his nightmare from the previous day. Slowly, Amaury dropped onto the bed. With a swift move Nina pushed him, and he landed with his back on the mattress, feeling himself straddled by her. Not a bad position to be in.

  It had been a while since he’d had a woman in his bed. Most of his sexual encounters happened in dark alleys, nightclubs or back rooms of some sort or other. This was different, more intense, more intimate.

  Amaury grabbed her hips and pressed his erection against her center. “I want you.” He tugged at her jacket, but she stopped him.

  “You first. I want to see you naked.” Her eyes were clouded with passion and desire as she looked at him from under her long lashes. It hit him in the gut: that look, those gorgeous eyes looking at him as if it meant something.

  “Then undress me.” He wanted to surrender to her, give her carte blanche, just to see that look in her face that said she wanted him.

  Her hands were steady when she eased the button of his pants open as if she’d done this to him a hundred times. A second later he watched her lower his zipper. He breathed a sigh of relief when his engorged shaft sprang free.

  She quickly freed him of his pants and boots before she crawled back up toward his center. He didn’t let her out of his sight for even a second, watching her every seductive move. There was something kinky about the fact that he was naked while she remained fully dressed. Something almost forbidden.

  Her tongue darted out and licked her lips as she focused on his proud cock nestled in a thatch of thick black hair.

  “You’re beautiful.” Nina looked straight at his face. “I want to taste you.” Her gaze dropped back to his hard flesh. He’d never been so aware of his maleness than under her hungry look.

  Had he just died and gone to heaven? When was the last time a woman really wanted to give him pleasure without him having to persuade her? Was she for real?

  Amaury reached for her, wanting to assure himself that she wasn’t a figment of his imagination.

  “Keep your hands over your head. Hold onto those bars,” she advised him and pointed at the metal headboard of his bed. “No touching. I want to do this my way.”

  Her seductive smile melted his insides and shot another wave of pleasure through his body, all the way down to his toes. She was still fully dressed, and he lay in front of her, sprawled out stark naked and horny as hell. The aroma of her arousal drifted into his nostrils and drove his desire for her even higher.

  “No touching?” How could he possibly keep his hands to himself when the woman of his dreams was in his bed?

  Nina shook her head. “Not yet. Later.”

  He did as she said and grabbed the bars above his head.

  He could wait, as hard as it was for him. Soon he would rip her clothes off her body and see her in all her glorious nakedness, touch and kiss every inch of her body and bury himself in her. But she wanted this first, and he wasn’t one to deny a woman, especially not if she wanted to pleasure him so selflessly. God, he was one lucky son of a bitch.

  “Close your eyes and just feel.”

  Obeying suddenly sounded like the natural thing to do.

  Her lips brushed against his thigh, and her warm tongue blazed a trail of molten lava upwards toward his belly. Instantly his breathing sped up, his heartbeat increased. Amaury fought against the urge to grab her, sling her underneath him and plunge into her. With painstaking slowness, the temptress licked her way up his thigh, then stopped just short of the spot where his desire made a clear statement.

  His other thigh received the same tantalizing treatment, making his hips jerk upwards.

  “Baby, you’re killing me.” Very, very slowly—and he loved every second of it.

  “Not yet.”

  His response got stuck in his throat when he felt her tongue lick at the base of his cock. Warmth and wetness engulfed him as her lips grazed his skin, planting small kisses where her tongue had licked before. His moans filled the room.

  “I like your taste.”

  Amaury reached for her, running his hand through her hair. “Oh, chérie.”

  Immediately she pulled away. “No hands. Eyes closed.”

  He was out of his mind with his need for her, but Nina’s determined look made him comply with her wishes, and he put his hands back onto the headboard. A moment later he was rewarded by her tongue lapping against his erection, licking all the way from the base to the very tip, where a drop of moisture had impatiently oozed out. She simply licked it off him and hummed against his skin. She was clearly intent on killing him with pleasure.

  Amaury arched his hips upwards, yearning to feel her lips wrap around him. Gripping the metal rail of his headboard tighter, he let out a ragged breath. He would die if she didn’t soon soothe the hunger his body was grappling with.

  The instant Nina took him into her wet and warm mouth and lowered herself all the way down his steely length, he nearly lost consciousness. His heart pounded like a jackhammer, deafening his ears. His skin was soaked in sweat, and his eyes would have rolled back in his head, had they not already been closed.

  The feeling of being insi
de her mouth was intense, intoxicating, and utter bliss. And then she moved.

  His body almost lifted off the bed as she slid up and down his shaft, sucking first gently, then firmer. He had received many blow jobs in his time, but boy, Nina was mastering him without any coaching, as if she knew exactly what he needed.

  Amaury could barely wait to repay her with the same kind of attention she currently lavished on him. In fact, before he buried his throbbing cock in her, he would taste her thoroughly and make her come in his mouth. He would drink her juices like it was nectar of the Gods.

  Tonight, he wouldn’t allow her any sleep, but would satisfy her every desire until she would collapse in his arms. Then, and only then, he would allow her to sleep, safely cradled in his arms, protecting her from the evil outside his four walls.

  Twelve

  Nina sensed his excitement. It was hard to miss. With every move of her mouth, Amaury’s moans became louder and more frequent, and his hips pumped harder. She was pleased with herself about how she could reduce this vampire to the brainless man in lust he was right now. The only thing he listened to at the moment was his desire. All his other senses were dulled.

  Exactly like she’d planned it. Well, almost. She hadn’t planned on enjoying this so much. Never before had a man’s body aroused her like his godlike form did. But despite the desire he ignited in her, she had to do what she must. Otherwise everything was for nothing.

  After her run-in with Amaury’s friends, she’d already written this night off as a complete disaster – until the moment he’d started kissing her. Right then, a plan had formed in her mind. She was bent on using this opportunity to get information from him. She could turn this catastrophic night into a positive one.

  That in the process she would enjoy his amazing body, she hadn’t expected. The guilt this feeling sent through her heart was hard to deny. But she tried to justify it nevertheless.

  She gave his erection one last long lick over its bulbous head. Ah, but he tasted good. Sexy, hot, masculine. His spicy scent made her sex clench violently and her womb protest when she released him.

  “Come here, I need to be inside you.” Amaury looked at her and reached his hands out to grasp her shoulders.