by K. L. Kreig
Not waiting a second longer, she grabbed his massive, veiny erection in both hands and brought him into her mouth, greedily licking his salty, manly goodness. Releasing him with a pop, she ran her tongue up and down his impressive length before taking him back in and swirling the head, paying attention to his sensitive underside.
“Fuuuuck, Sarah,” Rom rumbled in agonizing pleasure. His hand wound almost painfully in her long mane, and he thrust deeply, hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly, but once again she didn’t care. She wanted to give herself over to him. Completely.
She should have probably thought this through a bit more, because she’d only done this one other time and it hadn’t exactly been her finest sexual moment. But she didn’t need to worry because Rom, as usual, took the reins and fucked her mouth with intent and purpose. When she looked up, he was openly watching her, desire glazed eyes at half-mast.
Damn, her man was hot.
“Your mouth is sin,” he rasped. He had swelled even more right before he picked up the pace. She looked back down, until his next words had her eyes flicking back to his.
“Watch me, beauty. Watch what you do to me,” he thickly demanded.
Low curses spilled under his breath and his head fell back as seconds later his hot release spurted violently at the back of her throat. His orgasm seemed to go on forever and she luxuriated in her feminine prowess to bring him to such a blissful state. Worshipfully, she brought him down from his euphoric high. His hands loosened their death grip on her hair follicles and he scooped her off the floor to straddle his lap, not bothering to tuck himself away.
“I need to watch you fall apart,” he murmured against her swollen lips. Undoing her shorts, he pushed them down, but she had to climb off his lap to remove them completely. Instead of staying seated, Rom slid onto the floor and laid on his back, right between her now spread legs and bared sex, all the while holding her gaze with a devilish gleam in his eye.
“What are you doing?” she whispered breathlessly.
“I’m hungry,” he replied, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto his waiting mouth.
“Ahhh, Rom,” she cried out, throwing her head back as he speared his tongue deep in her slick channel. Holding her firm, he impaled her on his mouth over and over again. He relentlessly drove her higher, and she was already wound so tight from having him in her mouth that the second his thumb circled her clit she exploded on a wail and shamelessly ground her pelvis into his face.
This was the second time today that he’d given her a mind-melting orgasm and although it should be enough, it almost wasn’t. She’d never wanted a man to take her as much as she did at this moment. And she didn’t care that they were in a clichéd limousine that you wouldn’t want to take a black light to, or that the driver surely heard her just scream like a banshee.
“Sarah …” He whispered her name on a long reverent breath before sliding her down his body and taking her mouth in a soft, slow kiss. God, she never loved her name more than when it fell like a prayer from his wicked tongue.
And in a dozen lifetimes she knew she would never tire of it.
Chapter 21
Rom
Love. The all-consuming act of caring for another person so profoundly, so fiercely, so bone-deep, it wasn’t even in the terrifying realm of possibility to imagine your life without them walking beside you every day of your life.
Love. The emotion he could finally admit he’d felt blossoming from the second he laid eyes upon Sarah.
Love. What he madly, achingly wanted from her in return.
She was his life.
His savior.
His redemption.
And he was falling hard for her. Desperately, terrifyingly, head-over-heels in love. What he’d felt for Seraphina wasn’t a thousandth of what he felt for Sarah. He felt reborn, reawakened.
Whole.
Spending the last two hours with Sarah and her parents was surreal. He hadn’t intended to say the things he did, but they flowed without thought from somewhere deep inside him. The words felt right and by the end of their visit, he knew that their relationship had turned a corner.
When they’d gotten in the car, she’d climbed on his lap and snuggled of her own accord. That one little action warmed his soul.
They were still ten minutes outside of Wausau and after the sweetest mouth to ever wrap around him, his cock was still throbbing. He wanted nothing more than to shove down her shorts again and bury it inside her slick heat. Her scent was driving him out of his fucking mind.
“Are you ready to go back to our home, my beauty?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes. But I think I need to pack a bag.”
“Everything has been taken care of. You won’t need a thing.”
His phone rang for the fourth time in the last three hours. It was just Dev and he didn’t want to do anything but spend uninterrupted time with Sarah, so he silenced it again and turned it off for the rest of the day.
“Shouldn’t you get that?”
“No.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You can call your sisters when we get there, but we’ll go directly from Wausau.”
“Okay.” Her eyes shifted down and he lifted her chin with his finger.
“What’s wrong, beauty?”
“Nothing.” At his arched brows, she added, “I’m just nervous, that’s all.”
“Are you afraid of me, Sarah?” Jesus, he hoped not.
“No, no. That’s not it. I just … I don’t know.”
“I’m nervous, too,” he confessed. And damn if that wasn’t the truth. He was exhilarated and terrified at the same time.
A shy smile turned her lips. “You? Nervous?”
He snickered. “Yes. I don’t want to fuck up again,” he admitted.
Placing her hands on his cheeks, she pressed her lips to his. “You will. You’re a guy.” She winked. “But as long as you don’t lock me up, we’ll work through it.”
Putting his forehead to hers, he confessed, “I don’t want to lose you, Sarah.”
“You won’t, Romaric.”
She wrapped herself around him. Nothing had ever felt as good as she did in his arms. He clung to her fiercely until they arrived at the dealership, where they returned the rented limo.
Then he flashed them to his palatial estate in northern Washington, where he planned to ramp up his courting and convince her to bond with him as soon as possible.
Chapter 22
Mike
They’d spent the last forty-eight hours together and it was sheer bliss. He couldn’t remember being happier in his whole life. Giselle had been able to procure quite a bit of information from the records recovered during the raid on Xavier, so they at least had a starting point, albeit full of holes, to begin researching Sarah Hill’s lineage. Giselle could have easily done this on her own, but the fact that she wanted his help filled him with all sorts of very unmanly, mushy thoughts. And he didn’t give a flying fuck.
They’d split their time between research and doing normal ‘couple’ things, like watching TV, taking walks, talking and cooking. He even taught—or tried to teach—her how to play Destiny, his new favorite Xbox game. He was quite sure she was better at killing in real life than she was with a controller. She just plain sucked. And since she was ultra-competitive, she’d finally gotten so mad she refused to play anymore.
And though she’d slept in his bed for the last two nights, always letting her take the lead, they never did anything more than heavy petting. He wanted her with a voracious need—all of her—but he would wait until she gave the green light. He’d also debated asking her questions about her past, about what happened when Xavier took her, but he hadn’t wanted to shatter the fragile comradery they’d developed. He’d rather not know and keep her here, than ask and have her run.
They’d each spent the afternoon doing research and making phone calls. Since these women would have been missing before the Internet, they had to do most of this the o
ld fashioned way. Giselle had retrieved her laptop, so they were pulling double duty. They had a surprising amount of information to go on, as the medical staff serving that sick motherfucker had kept very detailed records of each woman taken. Pictures. Blood work. Area of the country from which they were abducted. Even DNA, once that became available in the late 70s and early 80s.
But the critical pieces of information they didn’t have were specifically related to Xavier’s fertilizations, as those records were a lot less accurate. Guess he’d wanted all traces of his inadequacies eradicated. And, they had no names of the missing. Each woman was assigned a number instead, like the sick little science experiments they were. It was disgusting.
So because they had no names and were still missing many records, they had their work cut out for them. This puzzle could take months to solve, if they ever could, but he also didn’t care. As long as it allowed him time to spend with Giselle, he, quite frankly, hoped it took years. Or decades.
Yesterday they’d narrowed down the women that were still captive around the time Sarah was born and with the pictures, could clearly remove those women that, due to nationality differences, couldn’t have possibly been her biological mother.
That left them with four. Three of the four were from the Midwest and the other’s origin was just general East Coast. They’d both agreed to concentrate first on the local three, as it made more sense they would have been taken to the closest holding facility. And two of those three were fairly strong possibilities, both with features that were similar to Sarah’s.
“Okay, I’ve emailed all three pictures to about two dozen major PD’s in the Midwest. Let’s see if we get any hits on those, then we’ll start moving to smaller communities next,” he said, yawning and cracking his sore neck.
They needed names. Their plan after that was to hack into medical records to see if they could get a hit on blood types, or at least exclude any, and if they were really lucky, DNA. It was all a long shot and he wasn’t hopeful they’d have any success.
“You hungry?” he asked, turning toward her. It was after 6:00 p.m. and they’d only had a light lunch. He was starved. For more than just food if he was honest.
She froze, swallowing thickly. When she turned toward him, there was a glow in her bright blues that he’d only seen when she was aroused. Quicker than he could process, she was out of her chair and headed toward the front door, without a word.
“Hey, where the hell are you going?” he yelled, jumping up to follow.
She had the front door half way open by the time he reached her and he slammed it shut with his right hand, while spinning her to face him with his left, her back now flush with the wood.
“What the fuck, Giselle?”
“I … I need to go out for while.”
The vibe she threw off was disturbing. “What for?” he growled through gritted teeth, even though he had a good goddamn idea.
And that would happen over his dead body.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” she countered.
“What is this really about, Giselle?” Anger rose by the second, until her eyes strayed to his neck. Fury quickly morphed to white-hot lust and his cock turned hard as a steel rod.
Still holding onto her arm, he drug her to the couch, sat and pulled her astride his lap.
“It will be me or no one,” he gritted out. He couldn’t even believe he was saying this, or—Jesus—how much he wanted it, but the thought that she would take another man’s blood made him shake with unbridled rage.
“I … I don’t th—”
“Be quiet, Giselle.” He grabbed her face firmly between his hands. “The thought of your mouth anywhere near another man, let alone on him, makes me fucking murderous.”
Her breathing sped up. Her eyes shifted between his throbbing pulse and lust-glazed eyes, checking for the truth of his words. Moving her head to his neck, he muttered, “God help me. I want this, baby.”
Then her hot mouth was upon his, her kiss ravenous. They were a flurry of hands and heat and passion. Before he knew it, his shirt was off and his cock was out of its denim confines, being stroked from root to tip for the first time in her strong grip. Fuck. If it was like this every time, he’d gladly serve her three square liquid meals a day.
Wet lips trailed eagerly up his neck, sucking hard on his carotid. What he wouldn’t give to have that suction on his aching shaft instead. She struck so quick, all he felt was a fleeting sting before the most intense, euphoric pleasure ever known to mankind flooded his body, setting off an instant and violent orgasm.
“Jesus Christ, Giselle,” he cursed, his hips bucking uncontrollably.
His left hand held her head in place, her lips tightly to his flesh as his right joined hers in milking his cock of every last drop of seed. All too soon he felt the forceful pulls stop and then she erotically ran her tongue across his skin. If men were multiple orgasm creatures that would have set him off again.
Completely spent, his head fell back against the couch and his heavy eyes drifted shut. Giselle’s lips feathered across his jawline up to his mouth and he barely had the energy to kiss her back.
“Are you okay,” she asked tentatively and he laughed.
“Ah, yah. Fucking brilliant.”
Resting her head on his shoulder, they sat in contented silence. He felt the beat of her heart against his chest and the heat of her breath against his skin and was suddenly completely overwhelmed with the love he felt for her. So much so that he couldn’t keep it in if he’d tried. He braced himself for her reaction as he bared his vulnerable soul for only the second time in his life.
“I love you, Giselle,” he whispered.
Chapter 23
Sarah
She couldn’t believe her eyes. Rom’s house was simply incredible. It wasn’t nearly as big as Dev’s, but it felt more like a home. While the house was set high on a hill, trees as far as the eye could see surrounded it entirely as if it’d simply been dropped from the sky directly in the middle of the thick forest. The floor plan was open, with a large kitchen, main room and dining area all sharing the same enormous space. All four walls were made up entirely of windows, which made for an absurd sight.
“The view here is stunning,” she said as she stared into the multi-faceted green gorge.
“It is.” His words feathered against her nape causing goose bumps to spread like wildfire in dry brush. She hadn’t realized he stood so close, craning her neck to look at him. He watched her with blatant desire and she knew the view he was referring to wasn’t Mother Nature.
“Oh.” No smart or flip retort would come fast enough.
“Come. Let’s finish the tour.”
So far they’d been through two levels of the three-story house, which she’d put at about ten-thousand-square feet. The lower level consisted of a typical male’s dream. A giant game room held a pool table, massive big screen TV and a huge bar. The workout room had every piece of equipment ever made, an indoor pool and sauna rounded out that level. The main floor simply held the kitchen, main living and dining spaces, Rom’s office, a bedroom and two bathrooms.
“What, no super-secret underground tunnels to show me?” she asked as he ushered her upstairs. According to Kate, both Dev’s old estate and new one had massive underground tunnels and that’s where he held the majority of his meetings with the lords.
“No, beauty. Unlike Dev, I do not like to conduct business in my personal space. No one is allowed here except my staff and security detail.” As they reached the top of the stairs, his large frame pinned her smaller one solidly against the wall. “And you, my Moira,” he breathed, nuzzling her check.
Heady desire drowned all common sense as she turned her head to capture his mouth.
“Christ, Sarah,” he murmured against her swollen lips when they’d come up for air a couple of minutes later. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Stepping back, he looked unsure of what he wanted to do next. Shred her clothes and take her
hard against the wall (for the record, her vote at this point would be hell yes), or … well taking her against the wall was all he really looked like he wanted to do (still voting yes).
Instead, he grabbed her hand and walked so fast, she practically had to run to keep up.
“Bedroom,” he uttered as he opened the door closest to their right, not even stopping so she could actually see it.
“Bedroom,” he clipped as he opened the next door up the hallway. Again not stopping. “Bathroom.” He pointed to a third closed door on their right as they traveled a bit further down.
That’s it. There were only four doors on this level and they stood before the last set of cream-colored closed French doors to their left, about two thirds of the way down. As Rom opened them, he stood back for her to enter first and the sight before her was nothing she could have possibly imagined.
The master suite clearly took up half of the upstairs space and was so spacious, even the oversized king bed straight ahead looked small from here. The left wall was once again floor to ceiling windows and she didn’t see any blinds, so she wondered how Rom slept because even the moonlight would be very bright.
A sitting area lay just to the right. Also with floor to ceiling windows, it was a cozy nook area that was half walled off from the rest of the room. On the half wall was a large bookcase that was stuffed and clearly in no order, as Dev’s library was. Which surprised her. As organized as she imagined Rom would be, clutter didn’t seem to be his thing. An overstuffed black leather chair and sofa completed the area. That seemed to be a theme with Rom. His house was done almost entirely in black and white.
As they walked further into the showy room, he took her into the first room on the right, which turned out to be a giant walk-in closet, probably the size of the living room in her childhood home. Both sides clearly held Rom’s clothes and she couldn’t help but notice not one pair of jeans in sight. Damn.
