Zurlo, Michele - Torment [Daughters of Circe 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Michele Zurlo

  The hand on her breast moved to her waist, scooting her to the center of the bed. His mouth closed around one nipple. She had no idea what happened to the T-shirt she wore to bed, and she didn’t care. Arching, she urged him to take more of her breast into his mouth. He did, greedily sucking that soft globe.

  Torrey tangled her hands in his silky black hair, moaning at the inferno racing along her neural pathways, originating from where his mouth touched her. That mouth moved lower and lower. He wrenched her legs apart and feasted on her pussy.

  He licked long strokes from her hole to her clit. As he lapped at her, each pass of his tongue explored more and more until he lifted her to lick at the tight muscle surrounding her back entrance. It brought an unexpectedly gentle sort of pleasure. She felt exposed and secure at the same time. He made his way back to her clit and sucked it in a slow rhythm.

  She grabbed the pillows, fisting them in her hands as she screamed her first orgasm. She came in his mouth, but he just sucked harder. His long tongue filled her opening and his teeth scraped against her clit.

  He was hot, so hot everywhere. She burned inside where he licked her. The flames fed her climax, pushing her even higher. Her hips lifted from the mattress, ripping his face from her pussy.

  She didn’t have time to mourn the loss. With amazing quickness, he flipped her over and positioned her on hands and knees. One tremendous roar, and he buried himself deep inside her. His hips thrust, slamming into her with such force that his balls slapped against her clit. The effect was stunning. Her vagina contracted around him and he only pumped faster.

  She screamed. Her muscles went weak, and her elbows gave out. Her face slammed into the pillow. If he hadn’t been holding her hips in place, her legs would have given way as well.

  Finally, he came, calling her name, parsing it on ragged breaths.

  He collapsed on top of her.

  “Christ, you’re heavy.” Muffled words forced themselves from her mouth directly into her pillow.

  His acute hearing picked them up without difficulty. He shifted his weight, rolling them both to their sides. His body cradled hers. She enjoyed the feel of his chest against her back.

  Torrey breathed deeply to restore her oxygen-starved cells.

  Shade’s hand lazily caressed her bare flesh. “We’ll work on your pillow talk after we work on controlling your powers.”

  “Later,” she said as she closed her eyes. “I’m going back to sleep.”

  “Not yet,” he said, trailing his hand from her knee to her shoulder. “I haven’t had enough.”

  Against her butt, she felt his cock already lengthening for another round. She was flattered, but the previous day had been exhausting and she hadn’t recovered. “My God, are you always this randy?”

  “It’s been sixty—” He broke off, biting his lower lip. The silver in his eyes dimmed to a fathomless dark blue. “Yes. You’ll get used to it. But I’ll—I’ll leave you alone for now.”

  The sudden vulnerability was unexpected. It wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy his attentions or the unexplained intimacy between them that she both welcomed and feared. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. He turned away, and she dove, stretching across the bed to catch him before he could leave.

  “Wait. Shade, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that you’re so intense. I don’t know where you get the energy.”

  He stared at her for several silent, tense seconds. Torrey tried to read his expression, but she could only find affection and desire. A fading sadness underlined it all.

  When her nerves were stretched nearly to breaking, he raised his hands to cradle her face. His tender feelings intensified, and he kissed her. His lips brushed softly against hers, and Torrey was lost, caught in a maelstrom of emotions she didn’t understand. She didn’t know where the deep emotions inside her came from, and she didn’t want to think about it.

  Just when she thought she would collapse from the way she trembled in his embrace, he broke the kiss, lifted her, and threw her over his shoulder.

  She squirmed in protest as he headed out of the room. “Put me down! Where are you taking me? For goodness sake, at least let me get some clothes on.”

  A sharp sting on the cheek of her ass halted the flow of her objection. Warmth rushed from her butt to her pussy. The bass of his response rumbled through his chest and back, tickling her legs and breasts. “I’m calling the shots this time, woman.”

  Oh, she was going to have to set him straight. He was obviously much older than he appeared. Had he missed the entire feminism movement? Wait. What he said didn’t entirely make sense.

  “This time?”

  The hiss of the shower spray was her only answer.

  “Shade?”

  “The water will give you energy, Torrey. I’m not yet satisfied.”

  He set her down inside the bathtub. Cool water sluiced over her skin. She shivered and turned up the hot water. Energy had already begun flowing through her.

  “You won’t need that.” A wide grin split his face as he stepped in next to her and tugged the curtain closed. “I’ll keep you warm.”

  He did have a point. More heat emanated from his body than from the warm water hitting her arm and back. Torrey’s body instinctively moved closer to Shade.

  He brushed a thumb over her nipple. It was already pebbled from the cold, and now it tightened even further in response to his gentle touch. “I like this body. It’s taller, curvy, sexy. I’m not afraid of hurting you every time I touch you.”

  She drew her brows together in confusion. The female part of her was pleased that he liked her body. The logical part of her wondered at his tone and the implication of his statement.

  Shade slanted his mouth over hers, halting anything she might have said. He didn’t bother with foreplay this time. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he lifted her. One knee guided her legs apart. She braced her hands on his shoulders, digging in with her fingernails as he brought her down over his erection. His thick cock filled her once again.

  She sighed into his mouth and wrapped her legs around him. She wanted to be in control, to ride him as she had done on the riverbank the night before, but this position put her at a distinct disadvantage. The cool tile against her back and the hot wolf against her chest prohibited movement. He thrust into her and she could only hang on to him and accept the pleasure he offered.

  Slow, measured strokes devolved into a frenzy. His hands supported her weight while they cupped her ass and held her still. He squeezed her ass and parted her cheeks. Torrey knew he was going to touch her there. It was a new erogenous zone for her, one she had never before considered, and now she fervently wished for him to take her there, too.

  Tension built inside, and she came just as the tip of his finger circled the tight rosette back there. Her convulsing pussy milked a climax from him. He cried out as he thrust into her one final time. His semen spurted into her, pulsing in time to her orgasm.

  When he finally set her back on her feet, she was glad he kept his arm around her waist for support. Her thighs and knees were liquid. The whisper of water covered the sounds of their heavy breathing as they both recovered.

  Streams of cool water poured over the half of her body facing the spray. Shade’s body kept her pressed to the warmed tiles, and the heat rolling from him kept her warm all over. Torrey smiled against his shoulder. “You weren’t bragging.”

  “I never brag.” He pulled back a little to look down at her. “What did you think I was bragging about?”

  “You said you were a good lover. You said it with such confidence and conviction. At the time, I thought it was a boast, a way to get me into bed.”

  His grin brimmed with male pride and his chest swelled. “I know how to please my woman.”

  She laughed at his machismo. “No man would admit to not being a good lover, Shade.”

  “A man who can’t please a woman has no business being with that woman.”

  His quiet conviction caught her attent
ion. All amusement fell away. She traced a light caress along his freshly shaven jaw. When had he shaved? “You please me.”

  He nodded, a jerky movement so at odds with his usual gracefulness. “I will please you yet again this morning.”

  Torrey didn’t know how much more she could take. He was a demanding lover and he had a very large cock. She was already feeling the effects of more physical activity than she was used to. Still, cream flowed to her pussy at his promise. Her body already knew that Shade meant what he said.

  But Torrey wasn’t about to let Shade have his way again. She pushed against him, reversing their positions so that he leaned against the wall. She was well aware he allowed her this control, and it made her all the more determined to wrest that permission away from him. She wanted him to know what it was like to be powerless in the face of a lover’s passion. She had enjoyed the experience multiple times. She wanted to give that feeling back to him.

  She kissed a path down his neck, exploring his body with her hands and her mouth. He quivered and trembled. His muscles jumped wherever she concentrated her attention.

  He moaned as she moved lower to cross his abdomen, relaxing his shoulders to lean against the wall as he truly ceded control to Torrey. One hand twined in her hair, but it rested there. It didn’t insist or guide her trajectory. The other rested on her shoulder as she knelt before him.

  She liked his body, too. He was hard and defined in all the right places. The erection she stroked testified to the fact that he desired her. She licked the underside and swirled her tongue around the ridge surrounding the slanted head.

  He gasped and mumbled something she didn’t understand when she closed her mouth around him. She took him as deep as she could, and she used both hands to grasp what wouldn’t fit.

  His hips moved, thrusting in time to the pace she set. Sounds of pleasure floated down to her, urging her to keep doing what she was doing. Heady with power, Torrey let one hand wander. She fondled his sac, caressing it with a soft touch before she reached back farther. Knowing how much she liked it when he touched her ass, she didn’t think twice before inserting her finger into his puckered hole.

  With a roar, he ripped her away and lifted her from the floor. Torrey barely had time to register the silvered eyes and the elongated teeth before he turned her to face the wall and imprisoned her hands above her head.

  She tried to turn her head, but the brush of his teeth against the artery pulsing on her neck stopped all movement.

  “Little witch, you are mine.”

  Her heart pounded, but she wasn’t afraid. She didn’t, not for one second, think he would hurt her. She did, however, wonder what the hell she had done to set him off.

  “Shade.”

  “Say it.”

  Torrey swallowed. Those teeth grazed her skin with every word he said. She wasn’t afraid, but she was extraordinarily turned on. Her emotions puzzled her. “I’m yours, Shade.”

  He shifted to hold her wrists with one hand. Torrey felt his fingers probing her ass, stretching her opening. He rubbed some kind of gel into her. She had no idea what it was or where he found it. Sparks of pleasure ripped through her body. She shuddered in anticipation.

  The tip of his erection pressed against her rosette, the steady pressure forcing the muscle to widen. Torrey relaxed, breathing deeply to allow him the access he wanted. He pushed his way into her, not stopping to let her acclimate to the feel of him.

  He had warned her he wouldn’t be gentle the next time. Neither was he rough. He held her still as he fucked her with long, steady strokes. Each thrust was a testament to how deeply he claimed her.

  Torrey tried to writhe. She tried to buck against him. The pleasure building inside was intense, so different from the way he stimulated her when he was inside her pussy. It forced her to surrender in a way nothing else could.

  So close to orgasm, she cried out his name. He must have understood her desperation and her fear. Releasing her hands, he slowed the pace of his thrusts.

  “It’s all right, Torrey. I’ve got you.”

  One hand gripped her hip and the other slid between her body and the wall. He found her clit. His fingertip swirled around it. She braced her hands against the wall. A long, keening cry wound its way out from deep inside, and she came. Her pussy pulsed so violently that every muscle in her body clenched.

  Shade’s shout matched her own as he climaxed. He caught her as she collapsed.

  Torrey watched through half-closed eyelids as he washed them both. He ran the washcloth gently over her sensitized skin. She trembled more with every inch it moved, unable to escape its caress and too tired to turn it into something more.

  By the time he set her on the counter to dry her, she was nearly asleep. His frown roused her a bit.

  “Are you angry with me?”

  “No.”

  His silence didn’t explain away the frown.

  “Shade, if you didn’t like the way I touched you…”

  He cut her off, answering with clipped syllables. “I like the way you touch me.”

  Now it was Torrey’s turn to frown. “Then why did you go all alpha male on me?”

  He smiled and looked at her, finally meeting her eyes. “I am an alpha male, Torrey. I can’t help it.”

  “You didn’t have a problem last night.”

  He shrugged and tugged at her hands until she stood. He wrapped the large, soft towel around her torso. “Maybe I’ll tolerate it better tonight. You’ll have to try again and see.”

  “Shade, you don’t look very happy right now.”

  “I left a hickey on your shoulder. Maybe I’m worried you’ll be pissed about it.”

  She snorted in disbelief. “I doubt something like that would worry you.”

  Instead of responding, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. “Get some rest, Torrey. I’m still not satisfied.” He took the towel and tucked the covers around her body.

  “I’m beginning to wonder what it takes to do that.”

  He kissed her on the forehead and smoothed back her hair. His low, throaty chuckle was the last thing she heard as she drifted off.

  When she woke again, she was alone. The covers were cold next to her, meaning Shade had not come back to bed. She sat up slowly, sore from her activities of the past thirty-six hours. Shade hadn’t thrown her to the ground gently the night before, and he hadn’t fucked her gently that morning.

  She stretched her shoulders, rotating the abused muscles there to work out the kinks. Looking around for any sign of Shade, she saw her suitcases stacked in a corner. She eased from bed and crossed gingerly to the serviceable black cases. Opening up the top one, she saw that it was empty.

  Straightening was difficult. Every muscle was sore. She desperately hoped he had something in his medicine cabinet she could take. Frowning at the empty cases, she glanced toward the drawers.

  He wouldn’t have unpacked her things, would he?

  The top bureau drawer contained her underclothes. Each item was neatly folded. The next drawer contained shirts. Opening and closing the drawers of the dresser, she saw that he had completely unpacked for her. Every article of clothing was there, placed in exactly the same spot she had put it at home.

  The order of the things in the drawers was exactly the same. Under her shirts were jeans. Under that were socks. The bottom drawer contained miscellaneous junk she’d collected over the years. The only difference was he had refolded her things more neatly than she had.

  She didn’t know whether to be more disconcerted by the fact he had obviously gone through all of her things or by the fact he remembered exactly where she placed everything. That was some kind of attention to detail.

  After selecting clothes for the day, she staggered into the bathroom. A glance in the mirror revealed wild hair. On her shoulders, she found faint bruises where his paws held her down the night before. On her neck, the dark contrast of the purpled hickey stood out against her pale skin.

  She wond
ered if Shade would have bruises from the rough landing she dealt him. Likely he did, but he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. There had been nothing vindictive in his early-morning passion. He had been rough and wild, but he hadn’t been upset or angry.

  A hot shower helped loosen some of her muscles. Torrey took her time, pampering herself with her own things. Shade had moved everything of hers in the bathroom as well. If anyone went into her apartment, they would think she had moved, abandoning only the dishes and the furniture. He’d even brought her scrapbooks, stowing them neatly on a shelf in the bedroom.

  Halfway downstairs, the shock of memory hit her. From her vantage point, his place looked like a hurricane had hit.

  “Shade?” she called out, but she knew he was gone. The house had that empty feel to it.

  A growl sounded from deep in her stomach. The burger he bought her had been so long ago. She headed to the kitchen, reasoning she could set his place to rights easier on a full stomach.

  He had left a note taped to the refrigerator. She was to help herself to anything she wanted. He would be gone all day and well into the evening, searching for Riley. She wasn’t to wait up for him.

  Deflated, Torrey wondered how in the world he expected her to sleep when news of Riley’s whereabouts could be forthcoming at any moment. Was he insane?

  The day went by faster than she expected. He had no television, no phone, and no radio. He didn’t even have a shelf unit to play CDs. She went in search of a cassette player, an eight-track player, or anything older. She wasn’t used to the absence of technology. Even a Victrola would have been appreciated. Despite being cut off from technology, Torrey kept herself occupied. She cleaned up his house.

  Whoever ransacked his place had been a thoughtful trespasser. Everything was neat and clean. All she had to do was to stow it back in various drawers and cupboards.