Den of Mercenaries: Volume One (The Mercenaries Book 1)

by London Miller

  Hazily, she remembered stripping out of her clothes with him and falling into bed, thrilling in the feel of him wrapping his arm around her as they got comfortable. No sex, she had told him, and how quickly that thought had gone out the window now that she was faced with the sight of him between her legs.

  His lips were barely brushing her skin and she was already aching for his touch. When he realized he had her rapt attention, he grazed the back of his fingers along her lace-covered sex. “You’re trembling.”

  “Kyrnon, what are you doing?”

  But she already knew the answer to that, could feel it in the way he inched closer to the apex of her thighs with his mouth, leaving lingering, biting kisses along her heated skin.

  “I’m apologizing.” He skirted a hand up her stomach, not stopping until he had his hand on her breast, pinching her tightened nipple. “Will you let me?”

  She wasn’t thinking clearly, too caught up in the moment with him, but nevertheless, she found herself nodding, aiding him in getting her panties off as she lifted her hips.

  Sitting up now, the straining bulge in his boxer briefs was all too visible, making her pussy clench at the remembered feel of it. But his own need seemed to be the last thing on his mind as he gave her thigh a tap, silently commanding she spread her legs, and even when she thought they were wide enough, he wrapped his fingers around her leg and opened her further for his gaze.

  “I thought of nothing else,” he murmured, eyes riveting to her sex as he rubbed his fingers up and down her slit, pausing at her clit to rub tight, slow circles. “Nothing else.”

  She couldn’t help rocking her sex against his hand, seeking out more of his touch as he brought her closer and closer to bliss, but each time she felt like she was getting close, that she was one stroke away from falling apart, he drew back, barely touching her until she calmed once more.

  When she reached for him, he caught her wrist before she could, twining their fingers even as he pressed her hand against the bed beside her. “Hands to yourself, lovie. I’ll take care of you.”

  And in the next breath, he slid two fingers in as deep as he could.

  He worked them in and out, dragging over every nerve ending inside her. Her cry of pleasure encouraged him to thrust harder, faster, deeper.

  “I don’t want to rush this,” he said almost conversationally, slowing the rhythm of his fingers until he removed them entirely.

  Already she missed the feeling of being full, the feel of him stroking her higher until she was nothing but a quivering mess beneath his touch. He wasn’t the only one who had thought of the night they spent together, of the emotions he made her feel.

  “I need you. Please.”

  “Patience,” he told her, even as he shifted until he was hovering over her. “We’re not even close to being done.”

  Shoving her shirt up her stomach to bunch at her chest, he yanked the cups of her bra down, his mouth covering the exposed flesh in seconds. His tongue worked over her nipple, the heat of his mouth making her moan loudly. But it wasn’t until he had the bar between his teeth and tugged that she was arching farther into him. He repeated the same actions with the other before his whiskered jaw was drifting down her stomach.

  The tension that pooled there only grew stronger as he finally settled between her legs, his gaze shooting up to hers. The toe-curling smile he offered her was downright sinful, a promise of what was to come.

  “So fucking wet and slippery,” he said on a husky whisper, rubbing over her once again, his fingers glistening with her arousal. And as he sank his fingers back into her, her body gradually accepting the intrusion, he groaned, a harsh sound that made her clench around him. “And so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock.”

  And as she was helpless to do nothing more than accept the pleasure he was giving her, she was already thinking of him climbing up her body and sinking into her.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said, the words sliding over her like molten lava.

  Unable to touch him, she took up handfuls of her sheets, needing to anchor herself. “I want you inside me,” she said on a broken moan, desperate and pleading.

  “I am inside you, lovie,” he said with a smile in his voice, twisting his fingers back and forth to get his point across.

  “Kyrnon …”

  “But I don’t think that’s what you want at all,” he said, his gaze flickering up to hers. “I think you want to come.”

  Plunging his fingers deep, he used his thumb to rub at her clit, coaxing her to rock her hips and take more of what he was offering.

  She was so sure she was going to explode in that moment, but just as she reached that peak, he pulled his fingers free and removed his touch entirely.

  “Wha—”

  But before she could utter a word, his mouth was on her.

  It wasn’t that he was using the broad side of his tongue to lick every inch of her, or that he then used just the tip to flick across her clit that made her mindless beneath him.

  No, it was his own grunt of pleasure, the way his own hips seemed to thrust against the bed, like he was desperately trying to ease his own ache. It made her burn hotter, until she was panting with need, not caring in the slightest that she was moaning his name over and over again.

  “Come on, give me what I want,” he said a moment before he sucked her clit into his mouth, and before she knew it, she was seeing stars.

  Her body seized tight before she came, her fingers holding tight to him, a scream working its way up her throat. She hadn’t even stopped shaking yet before he was pushing up, grabbing tight to her thighs as he yanked her down the bed until her legs cradled him.

  His chest heaved with the force of his breaths as he shoved his boxer briefs down, releasing that thick, straining erection of his. Wrapping his fist around it, tighter than she would have thought comfortable, he stroked it slow and easy, a strangled moan leaving him.

  “I’m not going to fucking last with you.”

  But he didn’t seem to care about that, not when he aligned his cock with her dripping slit and thrust against her. It was meant to be just a taste, a hint of what was to come, but she didn’t know who was more impatient for what was to come.

  Reaching across the edge of the bed, he snatched his jeans off the floor, digging a condom packet from his pocket. Tossing them to the side once he was finished, he made quick work of getting the condom open, then rolled the latex over and down his length.

  Looking up at him, he looked like a god over her, strong and unyielding. The glow of the moon illuminated his skin, the shadows making the contours of his body seem sharper. Beneath him she felt small, delicate—she felt like a woman.

  His eyes on her sex, he stroked himself once, twice, then the broad, latex-covered head of his cock was pressed against her opening a moment before he was plunging inside, all the way to the hilt.

  A shudder worked its way down his body as he cursed low and harsh, the grip he had on her thighs almost painful.

  But it was a good pain.

  A pain that had her throbbing around him.

  Though he had seemed desperate to get inside her moments before, he didn’t give way to hard thrusts, but gave shallow pumps of his hips. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight, so fucking good.”

  He was buried as deep as he could go, and too soon, he was pulling out, just until it was the tip inside her before he was thrusting back in, harder than before.

  One arm slid beneath her, his palm lying flat on the small of her back, even as he balanced his weight on his other arm, the muscles in it standing out in stark relief.

  Whatever control he seemed to have, snapped as he used his hold on her to force her to meet his brutal thrusts, urging her faster and faster still. He uttered sharp, guttural commands as he fucked her, telling her how good she looked wrapped around him, how he was about to fucking spill before he was ready.

  It was too much.

  The way he f
ucked her.

  The way he whispered dirty things in her ear, seeming to thrill in making her cry out in ecstasy. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as his thrusts sped up, harsh broken groans leaving him as he impaled her with his cock.

  Amber was lost, so fucking lost in the sensations he was inspiring inside of her that she knew the orgasm she was hurtling towards would be the strongest she’d ever had.

  “Come,” he growled in her ear, his thrusts frenzied and hurried as he was caught up in his own waves. “Fucking come for me, Amber.”

  She had no choice but to obey, giving in to the bliss that she had been denied so long. She came screaming his name, clenching so tight around him that he planted himself inside her and let himself go.

  He dropped down to his elbow, his weight on top of her pleasant, even as she felt his racing heartbeat beneath her palm as she laid a hand on his chest.

  Reaching up, unable to quell the impulse, she brushed strands of his hair back out of his face, smiling when he pressed a quick kiss to her wrist. “I like the way you apologize.”

  His smile grew even wider as he laughed, gingerly easing out of her. “I’ll spend the next week making it up to you if you want.”

  He knifed off the bed and as she watched as he headed out of her bedroom to the bathroom across the hall, she couldn’t think of a single objection to his comment.

  “I need a towel!”

  “They’re under the sink!” Amber shouted back, too busy hunting through her refrigerator for something to eat to pay much attention to Kyrnon’s antics.

  After drifting back off to sleep, she had slept in, only to wake up a few hours later with Kyrnon already up and getting in the shower. Her face had heated in remembrance of the night they shared, but before she let herself get caught up in those thoughts, she forced herself out of bed, failing to ignore the slight ache between her legs.

  Amber was just setting a carton of eggs and bacon on the counter when there was a knock at her door. Glancing back to the bathroom, the door was cracked, the shower still going.

  Brushing her hands off on the front of her shorts, she went over, checked the peephole first, and promptly cursed.

  She just couldn’t win.

  “Rob, why are you here?” she asked the moment she got the door open, though she stayed in the doorway to make it clear that he wasn’t coming in.

  Though it was only ten in the morning, he was in a suit, hair in place. “I wanted to talk to you.”

  “There’s nothing for us to talk about. If you want someone to talk to, go find Piper.”

  He didn’t budge. “It’ll only take a minute.”

  “Now’s not a very good time,” she said, hoping that Kyrnon would stay in the shower for just a little while longer. “And I honestly don’t think there’s anything left to be said.”

  Scrubbing a hand down his face, he looked off to the side, trying to find the right words. “I was serious when I told you I made a mistake, but I didn’t get to say …”

  He was not … “Please don’t say you were thinking of us getting back together.” When he didn’t rush to say no, she decided that despite his degree from an Ivy League school, he wasn’t that bright. “Your girlfriend, my cousin, is pregnant with your child. If that’s not answer enough for you, then here’s another: no. And if you want, I can say it in Russian too.”

  “Oy! You call this a bloody towel?”

  Amber spun in surprise at Kyrnon’s voice behind her, she hadn’t heard his approach. The moment she caught sight of him, her mouth dropped open.

  He stood there soaking wet, naked as the day he was born, with one of her decorative hand towels in his hand. He looked indignant, like she had purposely made him walk out there.

  A hysterical giggle grew, but she slapped a hand over her mouth before she could let it out. Rob asked, “Who are you talking to?” Then pushed the door open farther as he stepped in and got an eyeful of Kyrnon.

  Kyrnon’s expression shifted, jaw going hard, but a smirk still curled his lips as he took his time covering his junk. “Whoops.”

  Rob’s face mottled with rage, whether from Kyrnon’s nudity or his taunt, she didn’t know. “Who are you?”

  “I think we’ve already been through this once, mate. Let’s keep it to that.”

  “This has nothing to do with you. Go away.”

  Kyrnon’s face screwed up with mock confusion. “Oh? It has everything to do with me. You’re trying to step between me and something I want, boyo. I don’t take kindly to that.”

  “Rob, you need to leave,” Amber spoke up, not liking the challenge to Kyrnon’s voice. The last thing she needed was the pair of them fighting in her living room.

  “Amber …”

  “She asked you to leave,” Kyrnon butted in, and this time, there was no humor in his voice. “I suggest you keep moving.”

  Rob looked desperate in that moment as he turned to face Amber, his hurt reflected in his eyes. “This is who you want? This asshole?”

  “Yeah, Rob, but even if it wasn’t him, it wouldn’t be you.”

  He looked like he wanted to say something, anything, but when no words would come, he hurried back out the door disappearing down the staircase at the end of the hall.

  Sighing, Amber closed the door, pressing her back against it.

  “If we’re going to have guests, you should probably warn me, eh?” Kyrnon put one hand on his hip, the other pointed to his cock. “I’m not even wearing pants.”

  “Impeccable,” Gabriel said to himself as he surveyed the canvas, his leather shoes clicking on the floor. “You’ve done excellent work.”

  After the last two and a half weeks, she was finally done. They hadn’t been aged yet, but all of her work was finished.

  And she was damn proud of the results. All of her hard work rested right in front of her eyes, and just the satisfaction she saw in his eyes was enough to make her feel like she’d done a good job.

  It had taken another four days to finally complete it, and she may have been done even sooner had Kyrnon not been taking up every other spare moment she had.

  Not that she minded.

  All too quickly, she was enjoying his company. It was the simple things really, like two nights ago when they watched a movie on his couch. For the first fifteen minutes he was throwing popcorn at her, and for the next hour explaining to her in excruciating detail how the fighting depicted in it was off.

  He was goofy.

  He was sweet.

  He was … everything.

  “I’ve made the check out to cash,” Gabriel said, pulling an envelope from his breast pocket. “I’ve also included a pair of tickets to the auction, should you and a friend want to attend.”

  Amber blinked in surprise. Despite her work, she hadn’t actually been expecting to get an invite to the mysterious auction. “Oh, thank you.”

  Maybe she’d bring Kyrnon, he seemed to appreciate art enough.

  “Saturday,” Gabriel said after she took the envelope from him. “Arrive before six.”

  She couldn’t wait.

  Chapter 10

  Two nights before the auction, Amber found herself in a little boutique in the Village with Lauren passing her selections over top the door. After failing to find anything that she thought would work for the event, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to find a dress, while filling Lauren in on all things Kyrnon.

  “So what’s he like?” Lauren asked from the other side of the dressing room door, her shadow shifting with her pacing. “Since you’re intent on hiding him, you’ll just have to tell me.”

  Laughing, Amber finished zipping up the dress she was wearing before re-entering the dressing room floor. “I’m not hiding him. The timing just hasn’t worked.”

  Like that first night she had gone out with Lauren and Kyrnon had been waiting on her when she got home. Had Mishca not had an emergency at home, they could have met then. And just like then, each time after had fallen along the same lines.

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bsp; She stepped in front of the trio of mirrors, smoothing her hands down the skirt of the dress. As Lauren walked small circles around her, commenting on everything she liked and disliked, Amber almost smiled at how just a few years ago, their positions were reversed, and it was Amber helping her find a dress for a gala Lauren was attending.

  “Well,” Lauren said with a wave of her hand. “I’m still waiting.”

  Thinking of him, Amber did smile this time. “He’s great. Really, really great.”

  “That’s what you said last time. Give me something new.”

  As she contemplated her reflection, she did the same of her answer. “He makes me feel unapologetic. I don’t feel like I have to be anyone else when I’m with him.”

  Which was almost the complete opposite of what she had felt with Rob, she was realizing. Thinking back, she could see the moments where she made allowances for the things he said and the way he made her feel.

  He hadn’t outright said anything was wrong with her dream of becoming a full-time artist, but he had always treated it like it was a hobby, one he thought she would grow out of. If Kyrnon came over and she was absorbed in work, he merely waited for her to finish before seeking her out. And he actively asked her about past works, though not about what she was currently working on since she never talked about those, and even asking about inspirations and previous artists she might have been channeling.

  He just seemed to care about her and what she loved to do, and that was all she could ever ask for in a relationship.

  And that was what it was, though they had never put a name to it. He was just, as he would put it, her fella.

  “Love is in the air,” Lauren said wistfully. “Luka and Alex got married. Klaus is having twins. And now you have Kyrnon.” Then she frowned. “I feel like we’re getting old.”

  Amber had met Reagan a few times, mostly by chance when she was with Niklaus and they dropped by the penthouse to see Mishca and Lauren. And even if she didn’t know her that well, she still thought she had to be something special if she managed to get Niklaus to calm down.