by Jessica Lee
“There’s just one thing…,” she added, then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of his erection.
“Ah, fuck!” He hissed.
She lowered her mouth over him until she bumped his fist at the base, then pulled back. “You don’t come until I give you permission.”
Oh, shit. He growled and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he stated.
“Yes…” Her palm slid under his scrotum, warming the back side of his sac. She cupped him, and then her grip tightened on his balls. A zing of electricity ripped up his spine, and his cock jerked hard against his grip. It was all he could do to remain still under her hold. Christ. Guerin opened his eyes and lowered his glare to hers.
“These are mine,” Eve declared. “I say when they get to release. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” he bit out between hard pants. Blood pulsed in his cock, a constant throb under his hand.
“Good.” She released his sac.
His balls ached with each beat of his heart, and the engorged veins in his shaft stood out in sharp relief. He didn’t dare move his hand. Oh, hell. A couple of hard strokes, and he was going to blow. No. No. No. Guerin inhaled deep.
“Come on, Guerino.” She parted his legs wider, then situated herself between them. “Work it for me.” Eve placed one hand on each of his thighs and leaned over his groin. Her breasts with their pink hard tips nearly brushed the back side of his hand.
He dragged his fist up his cock, milking another drop of precum from the tip. As if waiting for the bead to appear, Eve leaned in and swiped it away with her tongue.
“Oh God!” he groaned and froze mid-stroke.
“Don’t you come,” she nearly growled. “Keep going.”
Again he worked his pulsing length. Up and down. Over and over. His balls were beyond tight. He clenched his buttocks against the incessant pounding of the cum at the base of his shaft.
“Have to stop.” He panted and dropped his hand away. A prolonged ache swelled in his sac and radiated up his cock. “Oh shit,” he groaned. “Fucking hurts.” He tossed his head back.
“I didn’t say stop.” Eve slinked her palm over his engorged erection.
His hips surged up at the sensation. “Oh shit! Don’t!” Guerin seized the bedsheets at his side. “Gonna come…”
Eve’s fist clamped onto the base of his shaft, creating a physical barrier between his cum and its intended destination. The effect radiated like a hard punch into his balls, then up into his gut. Guerin squirmed under her vise grip, and a rash of cold sweat popped from his pores.
“Gorgeous.” Her soft praises glided over his flesh and into his mind, calming him. “Did you know that the most delectable blood can be found right here?” Eve trailed the index finger from her other hand over one of the distended vessels on top of his shaft. “And the longer the male delays his orgasm, the sweeter the flavor?” She glanced up from his hard length. A shiver ran over his body, lifting every hair.
“Oh God, beautiful,” he moaned. “You’ll have to hold me back.” He shook his head. “There’s no way in hell I’m not going to come if you…”
“Trust me,” she whispered. Before he had time to process her request, Eve had half his cock in her mouth, and a slice of pain radiated up his dick. Guerin arched.
“Fuck! Eve…”
The fist she’d wrapped around the base of his erection constricted even further, refusing to allow his orgasm passage. His pulse slammed against the barrier between his cock and balls.
Then she sucked, feeding off the engorged vein running the length of his shaft.
Pleasure and pain blurred. Endorphins flooded his system, and his mind took flight.
The room tilted on its axis. A hard tremor rocked him, and the bed creaked under the force.
Stop! Too much.
Oh God… No. Shit, shit… He tossed his head from side to side. “Don’t…don’t stop.” His jaw hung open. Guerin had no idea if the words had only occurred inside his head or exited his mouth. Air sawed in and out of his lungs, charring a dry path down this throat.
Eve slid her lips from the head of his cock with a sucking pop. “You are so delicious.” Her movements stilled at his groin, but her grip stayed firm at the base of his shaft. “Let me know when you feel I can release you.”
Without the added stimulation of her mouth, the ache in his balls had tempered for the moment. “You can let go…” Guerin choked back the word “Mistress.” He couldn’t go there. Give her all the power. He wasn’t ready. Didn’t know when, or if, he would be.
“Why can I let go, vampire?”
Guerin met her stare. “Because I’m not going to come until you give me permission.”
She quirked a smile, then pushed away and stood. “On your knees.”
The idea of moving at the moment had Guerin’s nerves on edge. Any brush against his cock would only add more pressure behind the cork. And dammit if the head of his dick didn’t already feel like Mount Vesuvius waiting to blow. But he managed to make it up and onto his knees, his rigid shaft standing at attention, red and pulsing. Eve slid a chair up to the side of the bed, sat on the edge of the wooden seat, and faced him. Perfectly at ease in her nudity. She placed one long leg over the other, providing a brief glimpse of the pink lips of her pussy. His cock jerked. Tease. Guerin’s eyelids shuttered.
“Open your eyes.”
He lifted his lids.
“Look at me.” Guerin stared into her blue depths. “Spread your thighs.” He complied, and shuffled his legs a few inches apart. “Good. I want to see all of you.” Slowly her gaze drifted low. His pulsed leaped, as if her inspection were an actual caress to his body.
Eve looked up from her perusal. “Where would you have me touch you, Lombardi?”
Everywhere.
“Show me what you’d have me do.” She lifted her hand and placed her fingertips to one of her own taut peaks. Her lashes fluttered at the contact, but her gaze never wavered.
“You are wicked, beautiful.”
“And you love it,” she purred.
Yeah. I do. Maybe too much.
Guerin brushed his palms over his own nipples and rubbed the roughened texture over the hardened tips. Twinges of pleasure skated along his nerve endings. Then he dropped low, past his erection, and cupped his balls. Using the pads of his fingers, he massaged the flesh behind them. The pressure sent a pulse of sweet sensation up his shaft. His breath hitched and he groaned. Guerin closed his eyes, allowing his head to fall back between his shoulders. Unbidden, his hips rocked with each gentle stroke of his hand.
“Open your eyes.” Eve’s command yanked his attention forward. “Look at me.” Guerin bore his gaze into hers. “That’s my hand touching you,” she whispered. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Too good.”
“You want to come?”
“God, yes,” he groaned.
“Before I let you come…what are you holding back from me? Show me what else you’d have me do. Take me there.”
He swallowed hard, and never leaving the hold of her gaze, Guerin shifted one hand behind him. Then gently, he moved the other up to his shaft. Preum slicked the hard flesh, making his engorged cock even more sensitized. He jammed his fangs into his lower lip at the onslaught of his slight touch.
“Tell me, what am I doing to you there?”
“You’re stroking me. Here.” Guerin swiped his middle finger around the tight ring of his ass. “And here.” He pumped his shaft, milking more of the clear fluid from the crown. Eve straightened from her chair and closed the distance between them.
“You like what I’m doing?”
“Yes,” he forced out.
“Harder. Faster… I want to make you crazy.”
Sweat rolled down his temples and stung his eyes, but he held them on Eve. Guerin bore down on the tissue near his swollen prostrate and pumped his cock. “Need to…,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “Now. Shit! Too much.”
“Remove your hands.” Eve yanked his fist away from his shaft and his arm from behind him. Guerin choked out a grunt of disapproval, but then her fingers replaced Guerin’s around his cock.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Come for me.” The dark clouds of desire in her eyes shifted into a raging storm. “Now!” she shouted, then took his rod down her throat.
Cum exploded up his balls and out his shaft. The room dimmed, and someone cried out. It had to be him, but he didn’t recognize the sound. On and on, his orgasm jetted.
And Eve… Oh hell, Eve. Guerin threaded his fingers into her hair. She hung on, taking everything he had and more.
The feeling in his legs had turned to nothing more than pins and needles by the time the last drop left his balls. Guerin was about to pull back when a sharp stab of pain radiated up his lingering erection.
“Shit!” Guerin jerked, but Eve held him in place. “What are you…?”
Then she sucked.
“Oh my God. I can’t…” Slowly he rocked between her swollen lips, and Eve responded, drawing harder on the pricked vein. His cock thickened, and a familiar tingle grew again at the base of his spine.
Eve gasped and fell away, catching herself with her palms. “I want you.” Her gaze bore into his, the need and emotion raw, slicing into his soul. No way in hell he could deny her.
A growl tore from his throat.
She was in his arms, up against the wall, her legs wrapped around him.
When had he moved?
But the outcome couldn’t have been more perfect. Guerin dug his fingers into her midnight locks and tugged, lifting her chin. He studied every centimeter of her face, from the way the little wisps of hair curled around her cheekbones to the pale curve of her neck. Enrapturing. The sound of her rapid pulse beat inside his head like an ancient spell, as if she were trying to draw him into her snare. And damn, if it wasn’t working like a charm.
“Are you going to fuck me, Lombardi, or stand there and stare at me the rest of the night?”
“What?” Her question snatched him back, and he chuckled. Damn, the woman was one of a kind. He thrust his hips, placing the head of his cock inside her entrance. Her lips parted, and her breath hitched. “Oh yes, beautiful. I’m going to fuck you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Arran pulled the Jag alongside the curb, then killed the engine along with the lights. The dashboard clock read 7:00 p.m. He released a lungful of air, trying to eradicate the itch to jump out of the car, explode into the small apartment at the end of the block, and drag his fellow warrior out. Gabrielle had called them in the wee hours of the morning after she had narrowed down the coordinates of the number they’d given her from the cell phone. Waiting through another round of sunshine and sunset before they could leave had been hell.
He glanced over at his commander. The strain of the last two days was evident in the lines around Kenric’s eyes. The uncertainty of how this would all play out was driving Arran crazy, but he could only imagine what torment Kenric was enduring.
“How do you want this to go down?”
Kenric rolled the pearl handle of one of his daggers inside his palm and stared out into the empty, dark street. “Take them by surprise.” The elder vampire faced Arran. “We won’t get another chance. We move in hard and fast and get Guerin the hell out of there.” He looked away. “What’s left of him.”
“Guerin is not Markus.” Arran squeezed the wood of the steering wheel. God knew he needed something to ground him. “He’s stronger than that. You’ve known him longer than any of us, but from what I’ve seen during the years I’ve been in service to you, Guerin, and the Enclave, it would take a hell of a lot more than a week with a female for him to snap.” Kenric closed his fist around the hilt of his weapon. “You survived her mother, and Guerin will survive her daughter.”
Kenric sheathed the blade, the metal sliding into the sleeve without a sound.
“You’re right.” Kenric glanced his way. “So let’s go have a little family reunion and retrieve my second-in-command.”
Arran reached for the door handle, but his cell vibrated against his chest, bringing him to a stop. “Hold up.” Kenric settled back into his seat as Arran reached for his phone. Gabrielle’s name lit the screen, and his heart rate kicked up a notch at the sight. He swiped the red answer bar and placed the device to his ear. “Hey there. What’s going on?”
“I know this is probably a really bad time…”
“That’s okay,” Arran said. “What’s going on?”
Kenric turned in his seat, the glare from the male saying Arran had his full attention.
“Tell Kenric I tried to stop her.” The pleading tone in Gabrielle’s voice coiled itself like a noose around his heart.
“Who? Emily?”
“Yes.”
“Stop her from what, love?”
“Give me the phone,” Kenric demanded and shoved his hand in front of Arran’s face.
“Hang on, Gabrielle. Kenric wants to talk to you.” Arran passed his cell to the other male.
“Talk to me, Elle,” Kenric began. “What’s wrong with Emily?”
Arran watched as the expression on Kenric’s face morphed from concern to rage.
“Dammit!” Kenric shouted and slammed his fist onto the car’s dashboard.
Oh, fuck. Arran groaned inside his head. This was not good.
“I know it’s not your fault,” Kenric added. “I don’t blame you.” He glanced at Arran before leaning back onto the headrest. “Please do me the courtesy of informing Markus that I will kill him when I get back.” He paused and Arran heard Gabrielle’s soft voice responding and then, “Thanks for letting me know,” Kenric said, and passed the phone back, his gaze focused elsewhere.
“You okay?” Arran shifted in his seat, more and more anxious to grab Guerin and get his ass back stateside.
“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s Emily I’m worried about.” Dread settled like an anchor in Arran’s gut. Both of their mates somehow knew what was going on in Germany. And Arran realized how they’d found out. Markus. He turned his gaze toward the Enclave’s master. The other male’s expression seemed about one match strike away from exploding all over someone’s ass.
Arran replaced the cell to his ear. “Hey, Gabrielle. I’m here.”
“I’m sure you have to get off the phone. Kenric will fill you in.”
“Okay.” Arran studied the fist he still had wrapped around the steering wheel. “Yeah.”
“I love you.” Her soft words drifted through the cell and brushed his heart, bringing the edge of a smile to his lips despite the gloom in the air. “Come home to me soon. You hear me?”
“You can count on it. I love you, too.” Arran tapped end call and slipped the phone back into his jacket. Arran’s gut twisted. What a fucked-up week. When did the world decide that he got to be the messenger of bad news to one of the deadliest vampires on the planet?
“So what happened?” he asked his companion.
“That son of a bitch Markus decided he was ready to spill his guts. He sent word through Michael for Elle and Emily to pay him a visit. He had something important to tell them.” Kenric grabbed the door handle and pulled. “I need some air.”
Arran exited the vehicle too, moved to the front, and leaned against the hood next to Kenric. “How is Emily?”
“She’s on her way here.”
Arran cringed. This was not going to go down well.
“Shit!” Kenric swung away from the car, tossed his head back, and growled, then pivoted on his heels and faced Arran. “Elle said Emily wouldn’t talk to her after she’d learned why we were here. The last thing she said to Elle was for her to tell us she was on her way.” He shook his head. “What does she think she’s doing?” Kenric swung his arms up as if he were surrendering to an invisible foe.
“Coming for her mate,” Arran said.
The other male’s gaze narrowed on him, and he stilled.
“She needs you, a
nd you need her right now, whether you realize it or not.” Arran couldn’t believe what was coming out of his own mouth. Before Gabrielle, he’d never been the sentimental type, but this mating stuff had apparently opened another side to him. Opened his heart. Kenric shook his head again and sighed.
“So let’s get in there”—Arran motioned toward the end of the street with his chin—“grab Guerin, and find out what we’re dealing with so your mate will be safe.”
Kenric nodded.
Both males moved down the street, their heels gliding over the cobblestone streets in silence. Shadowed predators on the hunt.
Blinds were drawn in the two visible windows of the small apartment, making it difficult to tell if anyone was home or awake. Hopefully Eve and Guerin were inside. The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, and with any luck, the timing would catch her still sleeping. But with Eve the odds were fifty-fifty if that would even be the case. There was no way of knowing the extent of her capabilities.
“If this is a studio apartment, we’ll be walking right into the center of her den and bedroom. There won’t be anywhere to hide.” Kenric glanced his way, then back to a door at the top of the steps. “For anyone.”
“I’m ready when you are.” Arran pulled a short blade from the sheath at his thigh. With a nod from Kenric, they made their way up the five steps to the stoop. Kenric held up three gloved fingers then counted them down, one by one to zero. He reared back, then raised a booted foot and slammed it into the wood. The door busted away from the frame with a loud crack and banged into the wall behind it. The Enclave’s master was anything but subtle.
Both charged into the room—Kenric going right, Arran left.
Movement from a bed positioned across from the door snagged Arran’s attention. Guerin shot forward, then onto his feet as a blur of color bolted from the mattress and across the room.
“Damn! Kenric!” His gaze swung to him. “Arran.” Guerin dragged both hands through his hair and over his head. “You could have knocked, you know?” He stood there gawking at them in nothing more than a pair of sweats as if they were his parents and had interrupted his date.
“What the fuck, man?” Arran shook his head.
