The time had also given her a chance to work out exactly where she wanted to go from here, exactly what she wanted for herself. Kyber. Forever. Even with the walls blocking their bond, it was better to be together than to be apart. They’d never get that first, perfect connection back, but they could have something just as good if they tried. They’d grown apart, but they could grow back together, she was sure of it. Given enough time. If she stayed here, they’d never have the chance to see how good it could be again.
And she was about to crawl out of her skin needing him. Now seemed as good a time as any to start finding common ground. Even in their worst moments, they’d had chemistry that could put a nuclear bomb to shame.
His eyes sparked down at her, his thumb sweeping over her lower lip. She could feel the heat of his desire, see it in his violet gaze, and he vibrated with the tension of keeping it in check. The hint of a fang showed when he swallowed. “Jana, I…”
She leaned into him, turning her head to bite the base of his thumb. “Kyber, I want you.”
He groaned. “Jana…”
Sobering, she met his gaze steadily. “I need to know, Kyber. I want…I want your hands on me when I don’t have to remember his hands on me. Please.”
He closed his eyes. A wave of his emotions broke through to her: shame, self-reproach, and longing. She knew she’d won when he looked at her again. “You don’t ever have to beg me for anything. I’ll give you whatever you want, whenever you want it. I would do anything for you.”
Her fingers slid down his arm, her nails scraping his flesh. Her voice was fierce, demanding. “Then give me what I want. You. Your hands on my skin. Let me remember what it was like before Arthur, when the only people in our bed were the two of us.”
“We’re not in a bed.” His mouth snapped closed and he winced at the asinine statement, while she grinned at him. It felt nice to have the upper hand for once. She knew what she wanted and she pushed that toward him through their connection. He shuddered. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can stop any time you say.”
“I want you to lay me over your desk and fuck me hard. No holding back.”
His breath caught, then eased out on a low groan. “You should be treated gently.”
“Sometimes. But sometimes I like it a little rough, sometimes I want the beast in my bed as much as I want the man.” She flicked her tongue against his palm, watching the amethyst fireworks burst faster in his irises. “You know I enjoyed everything we did after you returned. There was enough of a connection left for you to be certain, even if my screams of ‘yes, yes, Kyber; please, Kyber, just like that’ weren’t enough of an indicator.”
A flush highlighted his sharp cheekbones, and she felt his thick cock press against her lower belly. Lust pulsed through their link, heating her from the inside out. Her pussy dampened, her nipples hardening to tight peaks. She licked her lips and his gaze followed the movement. She did it again, slowly and with relish. He shuddered, the flush darkening his bronze skin.
She pulled back until her buttocks hit the edge of his desk. The metal felt cool through her rishaami gown. Lifting her hand, she unfastened the clasp at her shoulder. He swallowed, his fingers twitching as though he would do it himself. She knew he wanted to. The gown slithered to the floor and she kicked it aside. It left her in nothing but a pair of soft, knee-high boots. He groaned when her naked form came into view, and power pumped through her. She loved that he always reacted to her. Even when he hadn’t wanted to.
Slanting him a wicked grin, she scooted up onto the desk and crossed her legs. “Help me with my boots, would you?”
His lids dropped to half-mast, the sparks rolling to a full boil in his eyes. “You’re a sadist, my empress.”
“You find looking at me painful, Kyber?” She brushed her palms over the tops of her thighs, then dipped her fingers between her legs. The first touch on her clit made her moan, but she’d rather it was his hands on her slick, overheating flesh. She held his gaze. “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to.”
His chuckle was a rusty sound. “Do you honestly think I could walk away?”
“Sure.” She lifted her shoulders in a brief shrug, and his gaze zeroed in on the way her movements made her breasts sway. Uncrossing her legs, she let him see how soaked her pussy had become for him, and she thrust her fingers deep into her passage. “I think you can do anything you want to do.”
“Not anything.” He plucked her hand up and brought it to his mouth, sucking the juices from each finger one by one. His hot, wet tongue moving over her skin made tingles break down her limbs. “I can’t stop wanting you. I’ll want you forever.”
“Then keep me forever. Don’t leave me on Earth.” The words spilled from her before she could stop them, and the very air around them froze as they both stilled.
His pupils contracted to pinpoints, his throat working. She felt his shock roll through their bond. She swallowed, the bottom dropping out of her stomach. Opening her mouth, she scrambled to find the words to take back what she’d said. He groaned, speared the fingers of his free hand into her hair, and used his grip on her hand to haul her closer. His lips met hers, his tongue sliding in to stroke hers. Yes. Stay with me. We can find a way to work everything out between us. Together. Never, ever be parted from me again.
Together. Yes. That was exactly what she wanted, too. Somehow, they could make this work. It would take time to find each other again, to trust each other with a full connection, to break down the walls they’d built, to forgive themselves and to love each other, but the possibility was there. They had to try.
She whimpered into his mouth, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and clung tight. He ran his hands down her bare back and kissed her softly. Long, slow, drugging kisses that made her writhe with need. Her nipples rubbed against his tunic, aching points that emphasized her desire. Her empty sex flexed, wanting to be filled by him.
Gooseflesh rippled in the wake of his fingers as they moved over her skin. Her nipples throbbed, and a familiar rush of sweet lust raced through her. More moisture flooded her core as she pressed herself into him subtly. His broad palm slipped lower to cup her backside, his hand hot against her cooler flesh. She shivered, biting down on his lip to stop a low sob of longing. God, she wanted him. Now. Always.
“Yes,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to lick a hot path down her neck. “Now. Always.”
She laughed, tilting her head back to give him as much access to her throat as he wanted. His teeth grazed her neck, his fangs scoring her flesh lightly as he bit down. Her entire body jolted, her hips jerking as she began to arch in wanton abandon. Flames licked at her pussy, made her cry out as sharp hunger ripped through her.
He growled his approval against her skin, the feline loving how wild she was. A smile curved her lips, and she fumbled with the tunic fastenings at his shoulder. He pulled back just far enough to be able to rip his shirt over his head and fling it to the floor. His ebony hair tumbled down to the middle of his back, and she wound her fingers through the silky strands. It was a shiny blue-black color, like a sleek raven’s wing. “You’re a very beautiful man, Kyber.”
Embarrassment made the flush of lust running under his skin deepen. He jerked open the fly on his pants. His chest heaved as he panted for breath, flashing his fangs with each inhalation. “Thank you, but you are the one who is lovely.”
“I mean it. All of you is beautiful. Inside and out.” Sliding her fingers down the muscled ridges of his abs, she circled his bellybutton before reaching the unyielding arc of his cock. His skin felt like it was on fire, and his dick twitched when she touched it. His desperate need pulsed through even their weak connection—how he wanted to take her hard and fast, make her scream in pleasure and come while he buried himself deep inside her pussy. She moaned, the carnal images bombarding her mind. “God, Kyber. Now. Right now. Hard and fast and now.”
“Lean back,” he breathed. She did as he asked, braced her hands behi
nd her, and arched herself in silent offering, so eager for him she felt how her wetness slipped down to dampen her inner thighs. His irises flashed with sparks of power, his gaze moving over her body. His palms covered her breasts, his thumbs chafing her nipples. “Lovely.”
One hand trailed between her breasts, over her ribs, and into her creaming sex. She set her boot heels against the desk, lifting herself into his touch. Heat streaked through her with every subtle flick of his talented fingers. He twisted her nipple, pinching it while he sank the thumb on his other hand deep into her pussy. She gasped, closing her eyes to relish the sensations rocketing through her body. She laid flat against the desk, the cold metal making her body bow in shock.
His groan echoed in the room and in her mind. Look at me, Jana. I want your eyes on me.
A shiver passed through her, her gaze focusing on the hard lust that tightened the flesh over his cheekbones. He hissed, the beast rippling just below the surface. Their need slipped through the link, mingling, rising. Sweat gathered on her flesh as she burned for him. He shoved one long digit deep inside her, then another and another, until she moaned. He moved his hand to the other breast, giving that nipple the same treatment. He rolled the tight tip between his fingertips and she cried out. “I love your hands on my skin, Kyber.”
Bending forward, he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, his fangs sharp against her sensitive flesh. She twisted her fingers in his hair to hold him close. He feasted on her, still driving his fingers into her sex. Do you know how good your tight little nipples taste, Jana? The way your pussy clenches around my fingers brings out the feral in me.
She choked, her inner muscles flexing for him just as he’d said. They both groaned, and she forced herself to keep her eyes open and locked on him. He glanced up from where his mouth and teeth and tongue played over her breast, his eyes sparking. She worked herself on his thrusting fingers, desperate, greedy for more. “I want you inside me. Don’t make me wait.”
I won’t. I swear it. His voice was a throaty purr in her mind. He released her breast, blowing a stream of cool air over the beaded crest. She sucked in a breath, her hips twisting against the desk.
He withdrew his fingers from her pussy, and she sobbed at the lack of contact. He murmured a wordless, soothing croon as his fingers wrapped around her ankles, bringing her boot-clad feet up to rest against his shoulders. Then her hips were in his hands and he was lifting her into the heavy thrust of his cock.
“Kyber!” He was big, and the way he held her legs made the angle so tight she could barely breathe. If she hadn’t been so wet it might have hurt. As it was, she moaned every time he penetrated her.
She brought her hands up to cup her breasts, plucking at her nipples. His gaze gleamed as he watched her toy with herself. Her knees bent over his broad shoulders as he leaned forward to shove his cock deeper. He grinned down at her, his fangs showing, his excitement feeding hers. Turning his head, he ran his tongue around the top of her boot, where the leather met her flesh. I love you in just these, Jana. The sight arouses me.
She laughed, her heart thumping at this lighter side to their lovemaking. It felt good. “Fuck me harder.”
“As my empress desires.” His white teeth flashed as his smile widened. He did as she demanded, hammering into her pussy. She moved one hand down to play with her clit, flicking her fingers in time with his hard plunges. Her sex clamped around his cock, and she could feel her orgasm shimmering, sending waves of building pleasure through her.
Panting breaths pulled from her throat, and the muscles in her legs strained as she tried to push closer, to move faster, to increase the sensual friction. Her head thrashed on the desk, and she moaned. He answered her unspoken demands, his claws biting into her hips as he lifted her deeper into his thrusts. She could feel the hard point of all ten talons, but the sting just whipped into the vortex of sensation that threatened to consume her. And he was there with her, a muscle ticking in his jaw, the beast shining through his eyes as much as the man. He was wild for her, feral and possessive. His hunger poured through their connection, making her scream as she slammed into her orgasm.
He threw back his head and roared, his fangs extended, the big cat taking over. His chest heaved with each breath, sweat sliding down the flexing muscles of his chest. Her inner walls fisted around his cock every time he sank into her. There was the slightest pinch on the link between them, a narrowing when orgasm urged them to fling it wide open. Together, but not yet ready to trust all the way. The barriers between their minds held firm. Still, he fucked her hard, just as she’d asked him to, grinding himself against her as he sought his own release. Aftershocks of orgasm went through her, left her sobbing and shuddering, shivers racing over her skin. He hissed, slammed into her twice more, and pumped his cum into her pussy.
Her body arched as ecstasy lashed through her. “So good, Kyber. It’s so good.”
“Yes.” He let her legs fall to the desk, slumped over her, and dropped his head between her breasts. His hair tickled her skin, made her squirm. He turned to kiss the swell of one breast. “I’ll never get enough.”
“Don’t get enough.” She stroked her fingers through those silky strands, and he purred. She smiled, closing her eyes as she worked to catch her breath, to slow her heart. A sigh slid from her throat, and she breathed out the deepest longing of her soul. “Don’t ever, ever get enough.”
5
Jana sat curled on Kyber’s lap. He had his feet propped on his desk and his hands stroked up and down her bare back. They were naked and still sweat-dampened from their last round of lovemaking. She grinned and cuddled closer, breathing in the warm scent of him. “Are they going to wonder why we missed the rest of our meetings today?”
His torso rumbled in a chuckle, and he kissed the top of her head. “No, my empress, they aren’t going to wonder. They’ll know exactly what we’ve been doing in here.”
“Oh.” She sighed, unable to muster the will to be embarrassed. Her fingers drew patterns on his chest, swirling over his pecs and down his abs. When she brushed his nipple, his cock jabbed into her hip. “You’re insatiable.”
“When it comes to you, yes. I freely admit it.” His claws splayed across her lower back, and she shivered.
“Good.” Satisfied pleasure bloomed in her chest, the feeling so sweet, so unusual for her, that she blinked back sudden tears. She cleared her throat, shifted on his lap, and reached between them to stroke his dick. He arched into her touch, a hiss tripping over a purr. She grinned, then moaned when his fingers slipped between her thighs.
He hummed. “Mmm, wet. I’m not the only insatiable one.”
“Oooh, yes.” She slid her legs open, fire licking at her core. Biting her lip, she squeezed his cock tighter and pumped him harder.
“That’s my duty, I think.” He licked her lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and scraping it with his teeth.
She moaned, melting into his kiss. He had the most amazing mouth, his taste sliding over her tongue. He palmed her breast and her nipple tightened for him. She squirmed, her sex drenching with juices, and his talons flicked over her nipple. Rolling her thumb over the flared crest of his cock, she dragged her fingernails lightly up the long, hard shaft.
He hissed into her mouth and dropped his feet to the floor. The chair swiveled until his elbow smacked into the desk. He snarled but didn’t stop, grabbing her hips and moving her until she straddled his thighs. She clutched his shoulders for balance. He settled her over his cock and forced her down onto the full length of it. The stretch made her grit her teeth, but she was already too far gone to mind about the sting. Throwing her head back, she arched against him and her nails sank into his flexing muscles. He lifted and lowered her on his dick, working her hard, driving them both toward orgasm.
The feel of him inside her was beyond incredible, made fire and lust and a longing so deep she couldn’t contain its rage within her. Their connection had opened to a wide cord, and needs and images seeped thro
ugh the cracks in the psychic walls they’d built to flow back and forth between their minds. She could tell how much he liked having her take him deep, how her scent called to the feral side of him, how her wetness made his jaw lock as he fought coming right away. It turned her on even more, made her burn hotter for him, made her pant for breath.
Sweat sealed the front of their bodies together and their skin slipped and slid as they moved against each other. His rougher flesh stimulated her sensitive nipples, piling more sensations on her already overloaded system. Contractions built in her belly, and she cried out, riding him fast and wild.
He pushed her down to the base of his cock, lifted his hips into her, and exploded inside her. It was enough to send her flying. Her sex milked his length, shivers racing over her skin. He groaned, his head falling back against the chair, his eyes rolling back.
The cord had restricted again as orgasm hit them, each of them pulling back behind the barricades, unable to make that final psychic connection. The pall of Arthur still hung over them, the commitment to give their bond another chance too new to rely on just yet. If they opened themselves wide to each other, were fully vulnerable again, would it end in disaster as it had the first time? She didn’t know, and that scared her. Could she survive that kind of pain again? If she had all of Kyber and he turned away from her again, she doubted she could stand it. A shiver went down her spine.
An imager flickered to life and projected a hologram above his desk, flashing the date, time, and a reminder of another appointment they were going to miss. The numbers sparked something in her mind and realization slid through her. “Shit!”
When she pulled herself up and off his cock, he groaned and reached for her. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.” She swatted his hands away, scooped her gown off the floor, pulled it on, and finger-combed her hair so she looked more presentable. “I don’t look like I’ve been sexing you up for hours, do I?”
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