“Didn’t you say the night was young?” Her own daring surprised her.
He stared down at her, surprised and pleased. “Yeah. Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” He guided the head of his cock back between her lips. “Suck it, kitten. Make me come.”
He began moving more forcefully between her lips, his eyes never leaving the sight of his cock entering and leaving her mouth. “That’s it, kitten. Gods, that’s good. I’m going to come soon.”
She could taste him now, that salty sweet flavor stronger than before, and wondered if he was close.
His breathing sped up, his hips hunched faster against her, and with a groan he erupted into her mouth, flooding her with his taste. She wasn’t prepared for it. She tried her best to swallow but nearly choked, some of it getting away from her and dribbling out of her mouth. She liked the look on his face as he came.
He continued to stare down at her, his face twisted in helpless ecstasy. She kept sucking him even after he was done and was rewarded with a happy, satisfied laugh. He pulled her head away from his half-erect cock. He replaced his cock with his tongue in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, surprising her.
She didn’t think he’d want to kiss her after he’d come in her mouth, but from the warmth of it she guessed he didn’t mind. He stroked her hair throughout the kiss and her arms crept around his neck, her heart stuttering strangely in her chest. In a way it was even more intimate than the sex had been.
He picked her up off the sofa and swung her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all. “Time to get naked, kitten.”
He turned on his heel and carried her into the bedroom.
Once inside the burgundy and cream bedroom he set her on her feet. He peeled the red corset off her, savoring each bit of exposed skin, kissing and nibbling at her in seemingly random spots until she was ready to beg him to lick her nipples. He went to his knees in front of her and unzipped her red leather mini skirt. He slid it, and her red thong panties, down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt, now clad in only the thigh-high stockings. His fingers glided over the smooth nylons soothingly, touching every inch of her silk-encased legs, until he glided up to the juncture of her thighs. With a wild groan he buried his face in her pussy, licking her clit almost frantically.
With a surprised cry, she came, writhing in his grasp. His hands closed firmly around the globes of her ass, holding her in place, letting her ride it out, keeping her safe. When it was over he stood up and hauled her into his arms, kissing her ruthlessly. Their two flavors combined on her tongue, making her almost wild with want. She pulled away from the kiss. “Fuck me, Leo.”
Leo looked down into her wild eyes and groaned. She pulled out of his arms and fell to her knees with a hungry look. She eased his pants down his legs and pressed a gentle kiss to his hard cock. Her soft hands drove him insane with butterfly touches to his ass, his balls, even the back of his knees. His cock sprang to full attention, eager for more. She unbuckled his boots, pulling them off his feet and practically flinging them away. He finished removing his pants, dying to see what his kitten was going to do next.
She took his cock in her hands and began to pump. She moved up and down the shaft, pulling on the upstroke so that his balls bounced back and forth. She licked the purple head, sucking at it till a drop of precome oozed out of the tip.
“Shit, ” he hissed, trying desperately not to come again in her greedy little mouth, astonished at how fierce the desire was this time, especially considering the explosive orgasms they’d already had.
He reached down to pull her to her feet. She went willingly, laughing when he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed with a low, throaty growl. Leo stalked over to the bed and began crawling up her body, pausing only long enough to suckle at her nipples until she was wet and writhing beneath him. Little mews of pleasure were pouring from her lips now, red and swollen from his kisses, her expression part pleasure, part pain. He nipped at the hard pebbles of her nipples with his teeth, almost coming right then when her head arched back, exposing the long line of her neck. The move was inherently submissive, showing her trust in him. He felt like a fucking caveman claiming his woman. He went to his knees above her, pulled her knees apart and settled himself between them. “Got to fuck you now,” he muttered roughly, shocking her dazed eyes open. He bent to her in a savage kiss that took the breath from both of them.
“Leo.” She was gasping when he released her lips, her expression half-dazed fear, half-crazed desire.
He’d never seen anything more alluring in his entire life. Her hands were on his hips, tugging him into her.
Her nails were digging into him, marking his flesh.
He took both of her thighs into his hands and fitted himself to her tight sheath. With a low, guttural cry he pushed into her, filling her, his balls landing against her ass.
Mine.
He’d never, in his entire long life, felt anything as incredible as the wet sheath now surrounding him.
A part of him watched her reactions, noticed when her body relaxed into his, and waited. It was almost like she was a virgin, but no virgin could have given him such ecstasy. He breathed deep, expanding his senses to the utmost. No, no scent of virgin’s blood, no hint in her mind that this was her first time. Maybe it had been a while for her. He throbbed inside her, desperately trying to hold back while she adjusted to his size.
Hell, it had been a while for him, too, all rumors to the contrary. Since he’d seen a certain perfect ass bent over a desk, to be exact.
When she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, he smiled down at her, trying to reassure her while his body clamored for him to start thrusting now. When she licked her lips he nearly lost it.
“Okay now?” He could hear the plea in his voice. If she didn’t give him the okay soon, he’d start whimpering and blow his macho right out the window.
She nodded. With a whispered, reverent thank you, he began to thrust himself in and out of her warm, wet body.
Ruby felt like she’d been impaled on a tree trunk. He was much, much bigger than Bobby What’sHis-Face had been. If she’d known that calling Bobby “Pencil Dick” was really accurate…
She began moving her hips in time with his thrusts, the movement brushing her clit against the base of his cock. That sent sensations rocketing through her body that she really, really liked, so she started to speed up. When he groaned, she looked up at him.
His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his face a grimace of passion. He eased in and out of her carefully, like he was afraid of hurting her. He had to be holding back.
Screw that. This was the first time she’d had sex in seven long years, and it was with Leo Dunne. No way was she going to let him take it easy on her!
She reached up her hands, gliding them over the smooth muscles of his chest. She just couldn’t seem to get enough of the sculpted planes and angles. He thrust in and out of her body with ease. The feel of him moving above her with primal grace made her want to touch, to taste every single inch of him while he writhed in her grasp. When she reached his stomach he jerked and pushed more of himself into her, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
She reached behind him and grabbed the firm globes of his ass, watching his cock shuttled in and out of her body intently. The sight was fascinating, something she’d never thought she’d see even in her wildest dreams. She pulled at him, trying to get more of him inside. “Easy, kitten. You’re really tight. How long has it been?”
“Seven years,” she muttered, tugging at his ass cheeks again.
She whimpered when he stopped. “Seven years?”
“Leo!” She hated whining, but damn it, some situations called for it. This was definitely one of them.
She sighed in relief when he started moving again, thrusting in and out of her harder now, as if the fact she hadn’t gotten laid in seven years was a turn-on for him. With a sigh of satisfaction she felt him seat himself fully into her for the first time. She closed
her eyes, savoring the sensation of his thick, hard cock moving inside her with increasing speed.
Leo could hear it whispering in his head in time with his thrusts: Mine! He hadn’t felt this good since… Hell. Nothing had ever been this good.
He could feel his magic wrapping itself around them, a glittering, sparkling curtain he could do nothing about. It was hard enough not spilling his seed into her waiting body before she was ready for it.
There was no way he could control his powers.
His magic scented the air with vanilla and peaches, causing her to smile. That soft expression nearly finished him, so sweet and sexy, a smile he vowed then and there no other man would ever see. That particular look was his.
He began pulling on her body, faster and faster, thrusting himself in and out of her with growing urgency. The lights surrounding them began to glow brighter and brighter, his climax inching closer. He could tell from the way she moved and moaned beneath him that she was about to explode. He had to make sure she came first. He needed their first time together to be perfect for her.
He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Her eyes were still tightly shut, her teeth nibbling at her lip as she strained up against him. Her brow furrowed, her lip curled, and he knew she was almost there. He reached between them and flicked her clit hoping to push her over that final edge.
She came screaming, flinging herself at him, pulling him into her so tightly that when he came his whole body pulsed with light and the room around them lit up like the fourth of July. He could feel himself throbbing inside her, the pleasure nearly blinding him, his come bathing her womb, his light bathing her skin, Claiming her, marking her as his.
He collapsed against her, half dead from the best goddamned sex he’d ever had in his life, and wondered how quickly he could talk her into bonding.
Ruby floated down from somewhere so high she hadn’t been able to breathe. There was a heavy, warm weight draped over her. She could feel someone breathing heavily next to her ear. She opened her eyes.
Leo was draped over her, his arms clutching her to him tightly like he was afraid she was going to get up and run from the bed. Her thighs were still cradling his, his now soft cock just beginning to slide from her body.
Maybe she really had stopped breathing. She could swear she saw fading, twinkling lights surrounding them. A sure sign of oxygen deprivation.
She giggled.
Leo stirred against her, the curve of his lips tickling the side of her neck. He lifted himself to look down at her. “Mind letting me in on the joke?”
“I think I was oxygen deprived.”
He tilted his head, a question in his gaze.
“I actually saw little lights a minute ago, like you do when you’re mountain climbing and the air is really thin.”
He frowned, concerned. “You’ve actually experienced that?”
She giggled again. “Discovery Channel.”
He rolled over onto his side with a sigh, gathering her limp, sated body against his. He kissed her forehead tenderly, and she shivered, startled.
“I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted. Go to sleep, Ruby.”
“Oh, but—”
“No buts, kitten.” He lifted his head and looked down at her, a mixture of tenderness and command on his face. “Go to sleep.”
She licked her lips. Suddenly, things seemed a little more intense than she’d planned on. “I wasn’t planning on staying the night.”
“I wasn’t planning on making love to you tonight, either.” Suddenly serious, he said, “Stay with me.”
Her breath caught in her throat at his expression. “Don’t leave me before morning.” Before she could reply, he leaned down and kissed her with a tenderness that left her breathless. “Please.”
She only hesitated a moment. With a soft sigh she cuddled up against him, burying her face in his chest. Closing her eyes she willed her body to sleep. It didn’t take long for the combination of wine, warmth and incredible sex to gently lull her to sleep.
She didn’t see the relief that crossed his face or the tenderness as he watched her sleeping in his arms.
“Mine.”
Jaden Blackthorn strolled down the hallway, looking neither left nor right. He’d been summoned here before, and he didn’t like it one little bit.
Snagging the hybrid hadn’t been easy, but he’d known it wouldn’t be. He’d been strong, absurdly so, and that unique power of his had made things a little…touchy…at one point, but he’d pulled off the job.
Now the Deranged Darling wanted something more from him. Hell, at this point he was considering paying her room and board since she had him practically living in the mansion. The only thing that made it bearable was her fashionable Rodeo Drive ass was stuck in East Bumblefuck, Nebraska.
He desperately wished the Malmayne house was a ranch. He’d love to see her get cow shit all over her Pradas.
He reached the doorway at the end of the hall and pushed it open. He was singularly unimpressed by the rich surroundings of cherry wood, velvets and silks. Nothing here meant a damn to him other than it proved they could afford to pay him. This house belonged to Lord Cullen Malmayne and was as cold as the man himself. The home Jaden shared with Duncan was a great deal warmer.
Then again, an iceberg was warmer than this place. He couldn’t wait to get out of here and go home.
Malmayne the elder was speaking to his daughter, trying once again to get her crazy ass to see reason.
Jaden held back his sigh and waited.
“Shane is here and could easily fulfill the contract, Kaitlynn.”
“I don’t want Shane. I want Leo,” a husky, feminine voice pouted.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the voice belonged to one of the most spoiled women Jaden had ever met it would have sent shivers of lust down his spine. Instead he shuddered and turned to look at the tall, elegant blonde. Her white gold hair was done up in a simple French twist a la Grace Kelly. She’d worn a pale shade of pink today, complementing her fair skin, the silky material clinging to her understated curves.
High heels in a matching shade were strapped on her dainty feet, emphasizing the long length of her legs.
Gray eyes stared at her father with a forlorn expression, her luscious mouth tilted down at the edges.
Jaden hid another shudder. That mouth held teeth sharper than his, and that was saying something.
Malmayne the elder sighed. “I will see if we can negotiate with Leo, my dear, but he’s turned down all other overtures. Perhaps, if Leo refuses, we should reconsider Shane?”
Jaden tuned them out, waiting silently and with the stillness only those of his kind could accomplish.
He’d heard this argument before, and knew Cullen Malmayne would once again lose. He opened his senses to the surrounding area, listening to the heartbeats of all those around him, counting them out until he’d found even the two “hidden” guards Malmayne the elder thought protected him. Jaden hid his knowledge of the watchers, keeping his face bored.
“Mr. Blackthorn. Thank you for coming.”
Jaden blinked and turned his darkest, most penetrating stare towards the blonde. “Ms. Malmayne.”
He nearly allowed his grin to escape at her moue of distaste. “Would you like to have a seat, Mr.
Blackthorn?”
“No, thank you, Ms. Malmayne. I prefer to stand.”
There was a moment of confusion on her face before she blinked and gave him her false, sweet smile.
“Mr. Blackthorn, I have another job for you.”
Jaden nodded. “I kind of figured, hon, otherwise you wouldn’t have called.” He smirked, allowing his teeth to flash at her.
He watched her back straighten with outrage before she shook it off. Her expression was saccharine sweet. Crap. Now what? Last time she looked like that she had me kidnap someone. She handed him a piece of paper. “I want you to make the ransom demand on the Dunne family.”
Jaden’s smirk faded into a
snarl he quickly wiped off his face. He took the piece of paper reluctantly.
The whole set-up stunk to high heaven and he was already beginning to regret taking orders from the high-brow bitch. Hell, if Duncan had been home…
But Duncan wasn’t home, and Cullen, the old sap, couldn’t deny his daughter anything she wanted.
Clothes, cars, jewelry. People.
And they had the balls to call him a vampire. It made an honest-to-god bloodsucker cringe.
With a sigh Jaden turned to find a phone.
“Don’t call from here, you idiot! Find some anonymous phone.”
Jaden turned back, his eyes flashing red with his irritation. “How about I go down to the local Wal-Mart and use the payphone there, sweet cheeks? Got a calling card I could use?”
“Don’t call me that!” Jaden loved that rasping note of irritation in her voice. It took that smooth, sweet voice of hers and turned it into a verbal Brillo pad. “Do as I tell you or I’ll let Jeremy West know what your weakness is. Doesn’t he have a rowan tree on his property?”
Jaden paled. “You bitch.” If Jeremy found his weakness, Jaden was a goner. And until he could figure out how to shut her mouth permanently he had to do what she said. If only Duncan would pick up his damn messages.
“I know.” She stared down at her perfect manicure, that sweet, sweet smile on her face, and Jaden had to forcibly keep his hands to himself. “It would be a shame if Jeremy found out how to destroy you completely, wouldn’t it?”
With a growl, he glided out of the room and shut the door in her pampered face.
I hate that bitch. He looked down at the number on the paper and headed straight for her private room, misting through the lock easily. He picked up her private phone and placed the call he’d been ordered to make, all the while wishing Duncan would get back soon.
There was a freight train running outside her room. Which was odd, since her apartment wasn’t anywhere near train tracks. Ruby groaned and pulled a pillow over her head.
Or tried to, anyway. Something else was on the pillow. “Get off, Cliona,” she muttered, batting her hand at her cat.
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