Creed sighed. He did as she asked. He might be a hell of a lot of other things, but he’d never take a woman against her will. He released her wrist and moved his arms away. He nearly cried out in pain as she climbed off of him. She pressed her knee to his balls as a warning or one last parting shot, but even that sting felt good. Far too good. Maybe he was a sick bastard. Sick over her.
As his goddess walked to the door, he just about lost it. He’d never, ever, felt anything close to the torturous pain that wracked his body. It had nothing to do with the wounds or the beating or the bullet hole in his shoulder. Absolutely nothing. He’d never felt that way before, like a spark of something deep inside of him had just been extinguished. Like losing her was like losing everything worth living for.
His hands balled into fists and he ground his teeth against the pain, both physical and otherwise. He wasn’t good at feeling shit. Deciphering that feeling, and he wasn’t going to even attempt it at the moment. There’d be time for that later. After he got the hell out of there.
The thought of leaving his goddess behind hurt. It hurt like another bullet, tearing apart his insides, causing a slow, excruciating bleed out.
His goddess reached the door. Her hand hit the handle. She didn’t turn it. Her back and shoulders went completely stiff. She stayed that way for a long, long time.
Creed froze. He hardly dared to breathe, to think, to hope. Somewhere between the time he’d been shot and crawled up onto Jack’s doorstep and now, he’d become one mighty huge pussy.
“You know what?” Dainty fingers turned the lock. “I was just basically accused of being a whore. Which I’m not. Is it so wrong to enjoy this? To want to feel alive?” She spun around, anger twisting her features, but she was still breathtaking. “If I was a guy they’d call me all sorts of names. All sorts of names that have everything to do with being a stud or a champion or a goddamn hero. But because I’m a woman and I like to enjoy myself here and there, I’m a slut? I don’t fucking think so.”
Creed pulled himself up against the pillows. She was trying to prove a point? To herself? To someone else? He was confused as hell, but he’d take being a point. He’d even take being a pity fuck at the moment. He’d take anything. Yup. Definitely a motherfucking pussy over here.
“You’re not a whore,” he said softly as he watched her take her first step back towards the bed. “You’re not a slut. I’ll fucking kill whoever said those words.”
“No one has ever said them exactly. It’s just implied.”
“You’re a goddess. A sweet, sensual, goddess. No one should ever tell you otherwise. You are beautiful. The most beautiful woman on earth.”
She laughed and he didn’t like the sound. It was too bitter, too harsh, too angry. “You’re already going to get laid, so you don’t have to bother with that.”
“What?”
“Trying to tell me the things you think I want to hear.”
Creed swung his legs off the edge of the bed. He didn’t exactly trust himself to stand, but he did it anyway. He only swayed for a second before he righted himself. She was so close, only an arm’s length away.
“Don’t,” he said thickly. “Don’t doubt for a second that every single world I’ve told you is the truth. From the moment I opened my eyes and saw you, I knew you were mine.”
The woman moved her hands her hips in a bossy stance. Humor danced in her eyes and he was thankful to see her happy, even if it was at his expense. “I’m not anyone’s.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He reached out and cupped her face. He bent his head and brought his lips to hers, but stopped just an inch away. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. You were just waiting for the right person, the right moment. That’s why you’re single. It’s why you’re here now. Because you know what you want.”
“If you think having sex makes me yours, you must have taken a few too many blows to the head.”
He grinned and pulled her closer, so that their noses touched. Her breaths came harder, little pants that told him it was all an act. She didn’t leave because she didn’t really want to. Most women wouldn’t have had the courage to stay, but not her. Not his goddess. She did what she wanted and made no excuses to anyone. She was all fire and wilderness and courage combined in one beautiful package.
Above all, she was wrong. She was going to be his, even if she didn’t know it.
Chapter 7
KATE
There were a lot of men over the years. Kate knew she wasn’t like most women. Most women cared what people thought. They’d cared about society told them they should be. She, on the other hand, had always wanted to enjoy herself. She’d enjoyed the power she had over guys, at first, but then it was something else. A feeling she was chasing. Something she never quite managed to hold onto.
Standing there with Creed’s hands cupping her face, his lips a breath away from hers, their warm breaths mingling, she had to admit, she felt it. Whatever it was she’d been trying to feel, trying to find, chasing for so long.
It scared her to death.
So she concentrated on her body instead. She got out of her head and became aware of her slamming heart, her wild pulse, the constant ache between her thighs, the shivers in her legs, the way her nipples felt raw against the lace of her bra… physical could do. It was the other shit she couldn’t handle.
Which seemed about right. Because obviously Creed wasn’t into that either.
With him, she was safer than he knew. Safer than he’d known.
“Alright,” she ceded, too easily and he knew it. “I’ll be yours. For right now. I’m not talking about tonight. I’m talking about right now, when I’m supposed to be keeping watch. We probably have a half hour window before someone comes looking for one of us. You have thirty minutes to make me yours.”
He let out a low growl in his throat. “That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.”
“Isn’t it?” she asked coyly. If he wanted to play, she could play all night.
His hand caressed her cheek, slowly, gently, with shocking intimacy, and something vibrated deep inside of her. Something cold and dead sparked to life. She didn’t want to think about that, so she gripped Creed’s neck and crushed their lips together.
She kissed him, but the flames spread, consuming them both. He steered her, awkwardly, towards the bed. She realized what she was doing was crazy. This guy was dangerous. He was probably a felon, and if he hadn’t been caught before, he was definitely still lawless. He was probably crazy. He was definitely far too attractive for a man who had just been nearly beaten to death. He was injured and he could barely walk a straight line, but he was ready to fuck her senseless. The crazy part in all of it, was that she believed he could do it.
Her entire being vibrated as she was shoved roughly against the bed. She fell on top of the messed up sheets. Creed wasted no time. He gripped her pants and savagely ripped them down her legs. She wasn’t wearing underwear and he let out a growl that was absolutely animalistic. He went for her shirt next, wrangling it, tearing it away from her. Her lacy bra, which had been ridiculously expensive for what it was, a scrap of fabric, fared no better. It was torn away, ruined beyond repair.
“Lord,” Creed swore under his breath. He fell to his knees and Kate had no idea whether he was too weak to stand or if she had that effect on him. Either way, he tugged her roughly to the edge of the bed and wrapped her legs shameless over his shoulders.
She let him manhandle her, let her thighs fall open. Her nipples, which were already hard peaked to a level that could cut glass. Creed bent his head between her legs and something dark and wild inside of her vibrated from her toes all the way up to her ears.
Kate thrust her fingers into his short, wet hair. She dug her nails into his scalp and was rewarded with a grunt of pain. Creed gripped her waist and when he tasted her, he tasted her like he was fucking famished. He devoured her. He wasn’t gentle. He actually nipped her a couple times. Sparks erupted deep ins
ide and a rush of wetness coated Creed’s mouth.
He responded by digging his fingers into her ass, as he jammed his hands up behind her and lifted her, opening her. He speared her with his tongue, thrusting it deep inside of her opening. She moaned and bucked her hips. He lapped at her like a man possessed. There was no reason or rhythm. There was no slow casual perusal of her folds or her clit or anything else.
She was like anything else in his life, she was willing to wager. He saw something he wanted and he took it. He took it with everything he had.
And it was sexy as hell. Beyond sexy… if he was claiming her, she damn well wanted him to.
Kate wasn’t going to make it easy for him. She fought him, bucking against his face, writhing and rocking into him. She thrust her hips shamelessly forward and rode his mouth. She held herself back, thinking about anything else other than the pleasure.
And then, because he was a real bastard, Creed slowed the pace down. His hands slid away from her ass and he licked her, slowly, from her opening all the way to her clit. He gently circled her with his tongue, before he blew out a hot breath directly over the bundle of nerves that made Kate ache all the way to the bottom of her toes.
He brought his hand up and pushed a finger gently through her folds, covering it in the ample wetness that pooled there. He licked her gently, circling her clit on the way, back, up, and slowly, agonizingly, he inserted a finger inside of her.
Kate’s whole body clenched around his finger. Fuck. A finger shouldn’t feel this good. And his tongue… my god. Creed had been born with a tongue for a reason, and he knew how to use it. He devastated her clit, danced over the nerves. She began to shake and she knew whatever she thought about wasn’t going to hold off the climax that was coming.
“I can tell you like that,” Creed said. He didn’t lift his head, but kept right on slowly caressing her while he teased her with his fucking talented finger.
She let out a wild moan and slapped a hand over her mouth. What the fuck is wrong with me? Jack and Tia are upstairs! She wasn’t going to stop. Neither was Creed. It didn’t matter that he was kind of like an enemy or that he was hunted or that he was anything at all. She wanted him. She wanted him and even if she was supposed to be keeping watch, even if she was in her sister’s house, she was going to do what she wanted.
When Creed slid his finger away, she nearly cried out again, at the unjustness of his action. She stopped herself on time by slamming her top teeth into her bottom lip. She bit down so hard the metallic tang of blood flooded her mouth.
And then, Creed’s tongue and finger changed spots. He lapped at her opening before he thrust his tongue inside. He brought his finger up and slowly, gently, massaged her clit.
He did it for a minute, until she was straining and her legs were shaking and the muscles in her stomach stood out as her back jacked on and off the bed.
Creed lifted his head, just for a second, and looked right at her. “I can tell you like that. You like my mouth, fucking you. You like my tongue inside of you.”
“Not as much as I’ll enjoy your cock.”
His eyes darkened. Big time. Maybe it was a mistake to challenge him, but she couldn’t take the words back. They hung, far more exciting than they should, in the air between them.
“I have no doubt about that,” he said thickly. “But for now, I want you to come on my face. On my tongue. You think you can be a good girl and do that?”
“Fuck you,” she hissed, but his finger was already back at her clit.
“That’s the point,” he said dryly before he dipped his head.
His mouth and his finger were a devastating combination. One Kate couldn’t fight any longer. She let go, let the climax take her. It was probably the best fucking climax she’d ever experienced in her life. Her back and shoulders jacked right off the bed and she slammed both her hands over her mouth to keep the screams inside. She panted and hissed against her fingers, against the closed seems of her lips. She closed her eyes and let the bright lights bursting there take her away. She floated away, out of her body, out of her skin. She felt like she was in a vortex, tumbled and tossed about.
She shuddered violently and she knew she’d soaked Creed’s mouth and face. He kept going long after the pleasure turned into aftershocks that were painful. She had to reach down and grip his face and pull him away.
“Stop,” she panted, as quietly as she could. “Oh god, stop.”
Creed lifted his head and while he looked right at her, slowly dragged his hand along his lips and jaw, clearing away the sheen. And after that… he licked the moisture off his palm and the edge of his fingers.
Kate nearly ripped right out of her body and hurtled into the damn roof. The only thing stopping her was that Tia and Jack would certainly hear the sound of her sexed up ghost leaving her body and crashing into ceiling.
“Holy fuck,” she panted. “I… that was… really good.”
Creed lifted a brow. “You sound surprised.”
“I- no. I’m not, I just-”
“Wait for it. That’s just the start. Because right now you’re going to suck my cock and right before I come, you’re going to rip that pretty mouth of yours away and let me fuck your beautiful pussy. Which tastes like heaven, by the way.”
“I- uh…” damn him. He’d struck her speechless. Which happened- never. Kate gathered herself and as she wrapped her arms across her naked breasts, she speared him with a hard look. “And what if I don’t want you to pull out. What if I want to swallow you down every last single drop after you come?”
She didn’t faze him like she’d hoped. He slowly crawled up the bed, covering her with his hard, amazing, statue, mountain, granite, stone, god of a body. Her mind went blank and her body screamed with need. She wished she could slam her thighs together just to minimize the ache in her core. She’d just had the most amazing orgasm of her life, how was it possible to want more already? Or maybe that was his plan all along. Give her a taste. Trust that she’d beg him for the entire meal.
She wasn’t going to beg. Kate Reid did not beg. No, it was the other way around.
Creed bent his head and whispered hotly in her ear, right before he nipped hard at her neck. “If that’s what you want to do, be my guest. I’ll still be just as hard after. I’ll still fuck that delicious pussy just as sweetly. Or as unsweetly, as you wish. Of course it will be your choice. Either way, I’ll feel you come on my cock three times.”
“Three,” she rasped. She wished her hips didn’t buck up into his pelvis at his words. She wished she wouldn’t putty in his very capable, sculptor’s hands. She needed to get a hold of herself and take a shred of control back. “Is that the magic number?”
Creed trailed a hot line of kisses down her neck. “Nope,” he said right next to her jaw. “I was just estimating. You know, for the first five minutes. After that, the number is up to you.”
Holy fucking hell. This guy isn’t messing around about messing around.
“Oh yeah? That sounds right up there with the confidence from earlier. I think you’re full of shit.”
He peppered hot kisses over her jaw until his mouth was right above hers. “That’s what you said before. And then you soaked my face.” He kissed her so hard that the back of her head literally went right through the pillow and hit the mattress.
Chapter 8
CREED
Despite the tough guy act, his body felt the strain of getting vertical for that shower and moving around so much after. He ignored the burn in his shoulder and the aches everywhere else and concentrated on the burning ache between his legs.
When his nameless goddess shifted over him, that was pretty damn easy to do. Her crown of glorious ebony hair fell forward, blocking his gaze as she settled over him. He would have stood, but doubted that he could actually retain an upright position. He settled for his back and that seemed to suit his goddess just fine. He had the sense that she liked being the one in control.
Her small, warm palm closed
around the base of his shaft and he let out a hiss of actual pain. His cock was so hard it hurt. He had the bluest balls he’d ever known in his life, which was ironic, given that they’d developed in the past twenty minutes or so.
“God, tell me your name.” Creed didn’t like the way his voice was so strained it sounded like a plea.
Apparently his goddess did. Her eyes flashed and darkened and she gave one slow, long pump with her tight little hand. His hips jacked into her touch, pushing forward. Her hand slid to the tip of his dick and her fingertips played over him there, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath, caressing the slit where she coated her fingers in slick moisture.
He watched, in agony, as she brought her hand to her mouth and suckled those fingers between her lips. Her eyes closed and she sighed in satisfaction. When she popped them out, Creed thought there was a good chance that wasn’t the only thing that was going to pop. He was pretty sure it might take all of half a second to blow his load if he actually made it into her beautiful mouth.
“Tastes amazing already,” she murmured. His cock jerked hard in response.
“Tell me your name,” he demanded through gritted teeth.
“And what if I did?” Her hand closed around his shaft again and she began pumping him from the tip to the base. He was nicely lubricated, due to how much he fucking wanted inside of her. Any part of her. Even her hand was utterly glorious.
“What if you did? Is it the source of your power? You tell me and all your strength goes away?”
She grinned. “I’m not the strong one.”
Want to bet? He’d felt pretty weak, no, check that- entirely slayed- when she’d come on his face.
His goddess stared right at him, moistening her lips as she pumped his cock with her tight palm. “Have you ever killed anyone?”
“What the fuck?” Creed choked.
“Have you?” One hard pump, then another.
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