“Couch,” Conal growled. “No way I’m going to make it to the bed.” They barely made it to the couch. The taste of his mouth sharpened her libido into a razor. When she started to drop onto the couch, something held her suspended. Rumbling against his mouth, she realized Conal gripped her top. She lifted both arms and let it slide off, dropping to the sectional’s soft charcoal leather.
He threw her shirt aside, looking down at her with eyes that glowed. Conal wore only part of his shredded shirt now. All that was left was one shoulder, which had been trapped under the diagonal sheath of Darkbane.
His eyes burned wide and wild and violet, and his facial tattoo glowed against his cheekbone as if the sword were reacting to his heightened emotion. Conal had to struggle against the press of his erection to open his fly. When he managed to free himself, relief flashed across his face, though he never took his eyes from her.
Heat riding her cheekbones, Helena toed off her sandals, grabbed the waistbands of both her panties and her cotton pants, and stripped them down her legs.
Conal lifted one foot and then the other, balancing with Sidhe grace as he pulled off first one shoe and then the other before tossing them across the room. Something fell to the floor and broke, but he didn’t even look around, too busy stripping down his pants. Then he was naked except for the shreds of shirt and Darkbane’s scabbard.
Helena was tempted to remove Liam’s holster, but she didn’t want to take the time. And besides, she was feeling paranoid after the scene at Cornucopia.
For a moment, Conal stood there, his eyes hot on hers, wearing only the scabbard and part of that shirt, all sculpted muscle in the morning city light streaming in through the wall of windows. Hs cock jutted from the muscled plane of his abdomen, and hunger rippled through her in a burning wave.
He started to kneel, and Helena raised her hands, only to realize they were tipped in translucent claws. I’m way too close to shifting. So she touched him with exquisite care, drifting her fingers over the strong, warm planes of his body, unable to resist the temptation even as she worried about his reaction.
Conal caught sight of her talons, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, his eyes met hers, seem to read her concern. “Fur or no fur, you’re nothing like those bastards. I could never think otherwise.” His mouth crashed down on hers, hot, wet silk, and one hand closed over her bare breasts. She must have taken her bra off, though she had no idea when.
Their tongues circled, stroked and tasted. His mouth tasted of mint as he growled against hers in a deep rumble of arousal. His hand cupped her, thumb flicking back and forth over one aching nipple. Helena shivered as arousal pulsed through her blood in tidal waves. Conal’s hair fell across her arms as she cradled him, fingers held clear of his skin, her gums aching. Exploring with a tongue, Helena discovered her incisors had lengthened into fangs, and reminded herself not to bite.
Conal’s mouth left hers, and he kissed his way down the line of her jaw and the curve of her neck, his thumb stroking back and forth across one painfully erect nipple. Hunger had her arching against him, and she heard herself whispering pleas. She’d hoped the mindless lust would be a little less intense since they’d made love. Guess not.
His mouth closed over her nipple, and the wet heat of it made Helena cry out, her voice ragged. She wanted to give him the same delight, so she reached down and found that uncut cock. Stroking his straining length, she played with the velvet foreskin. Her thumb found the pearl of pre-come dewing its silken head. Smeared it. Helena raised the finger to her mouth and sucked, eyes shuttering at the hot taste.
Conal’s focus shifted in time to see her, and his eyes burst into violet light. She felt the rise of his magic, so much stronger than before, Darkbane magnifying his power. The taste of his arousal sent hunger roaring through her, so savage Helena shook with it. “Let me taste you.”
His free hand slid down between her thighs, found her pussy slick. “Only if I can taste you,” he purred.
“Sixty-nine?” she gasped, fighting the need to writhe against his hand.
Conal’s eyes glowed brighter. “Yeah,” he said raggedly. “But you’re not going to be able to do that for long.”
Helena grinned -- and tried to ignore the way his eyes flickered at the sight of her fangs. “I’ll take that chance. Lie down. I want on top for this. I’m going to have my hands full -- among other things.”
He laughed and dropped down on the couch beside her. Helena sat up, pausing to admire the sight of him. His shoulders were so wide, one of them overhung the couch edge, his skin pale against the charcoal leather. The gemstone on the pommel of Darkbane’s hilt burned, matching the Sidhe sigils marching down his cheek. Judging by the hot look on in his eyes, he approved of the sight of her every bit as much. “Get down here,” he growled.
Helena’s ragged breathing caught at the stark command in Conal’s tone. Unfortunately, 69 meant she had to turn her back on that handsome face as she straddled his chest. She felt better about that the minute she caught sight of his gorgeous cock dancing over his belly. Helena leaned down, but before she could suck it into her mouth, powerful hands gripped her thighs and jerked her hips up and back. Conal’s mouth pressed against her cunt, and his tongue drew a blazing line from her clit all the way down over across her pussy lips.
She gasped at the incredible sensation, every nerve in her pussy bursting into a sweet blaze of delight. “God, Conal!” His cock bounced, seemed to strain up at her with the intensity of his need, and the scent of his desire drowned her senses.
Moaning, Helena slid her lips down over his cock. It filled her mouth deliciously as she let her tongue stroke his length, tasting him. All the while, his tongue flickered and danced, exploring her slick folds and swirling around her clit. Good God, the man knew how to eat a woman out. As he nibbled her, two long fingers slid into her pussy and found the bundle of nerves that was her G-spot with unerring accuracy to skate back and forth over it.
The resulting explosion of pleasure made her jerk with a startled hum. He grunted, and she realized she’d nicked his shaft with her fangs. Helena pulled her mouth free to gasp, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
“Shut up -- that doesn’t even qualify as a love bite,” he growled against her wet flesh, finger fucking her with mind blowing skill.
She took him down again as deeply as she could, sliding her mouth over his cock, going for his balls. And quickly realized she wasn’t going to make it. It had been a while, and she was out of practice. Besides, he was a little bit too big for that particular game. Since there was nothing sexy about someone gagging on your cock, Helena drew back up his shaft and contented herself with swirling her tongue around him as she worked him with her hand. Sliding him deeper, she flicked her tongue back and forth over the underside of his foreskin, enjoying his rumble of pleasure. Seemed he was enjoying himself. God knew she was, as she fought to concentrate on suckling him despite the waves of blinding delight his tongue painted with every stroke over her clit.
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God, it was hot, feeling Helena’s mouth engulfing him just clumsily enough to reveal she didn’t make a habit of it. Then there was the taste of her, the sight of her. The warm, dark skin so different from Siobhan’s, there was no danger of triggering a flashback. And oh God, that smell, as if someone had distilled the wild essence of sex, of arousal, of orgasm, and submerged his head in it. None of it was anything like Siobhan, abusive bitch that she’d been.