“Go on.” A low burst of heat flares in my groin.
“And that you have, you know…certain additions to your appendages that are aimed at pleasuring females.”
“And where did you hear that?”
“I may or may not have had other Fae males try to woo me.” She bats her eyelids at me.
I stare. It’s clearly an overtly feminine gesture aimed at distracting me. And strangely, it’s succeeding. I shake my head. “Tell me.” I squeeze my arms around her.
She groans, and I force myself to loosen my grip. “Well?” I pull back my ears.
“Well, you know us, women, we like to gossip.”
“No, I don’t, and you can do better than that.” I bare my teeth, knowing my canines have grown. I want her to see that. Need her to be aware of the kind of beast she's inviting to lay with her.
Her gaze drops to my teeth. “When you do that… I…” She shakes her head.
“What?”
“I want you to bury them in my flesh.”
Desire tightens my groin. I lower my head to her neck then sink my teeth into the soft skin. “Like this?” I bite down with enough pressure to mark, without piercing her flesh.
She groans, and this time the sound is of pleasure. Her thighs clench. I feel the moisture that wets the cloth over her pussy. My dick throbs and weeps to be let out of its constraints. “I swear you are saying all this just to drive me over the edge,” I whisper against her skin. Then I lick the skin I marked.
Her head falls back, giving me more access to her neck. “Is it working?” Her voice is just a little above a moan.
It sends another jolt of heat flushing over my skin.
“Fuck this.” I drop into myself, letting the energy locked inside me flow out, over my skin, shattering me into tiny pieces.
The air thins around me, and the hairs on the nape of my neck rise. The world tilts, and then every particle of me flutters back into place.
I press her into the bed and cover every inch of her body with mine.
She groans, and her eyelids flutter. “You teleported?”
I simply drag my lips down her neck to the valley between her breasts.
“I thought you said you only teleported in emergencies?”
“This is an emergency.” I nuzzle her breast then drag my mouth over the erect nipple and bite it.
Her head thrashes back on the bed. “You know what else is an emergency?” She swallows.
I sweep my palm over her side to her hip and grip it. “Tell me.”
“The way I am wet and melting and ready for you.”
Her words slam into me. Every part of me tenses. My dick goes so hard I think it will burst my pants. My balls draw up. Very slowly, I let go of her and sit up, to straddle her body.
Her breath catches.
I slide back from the bed, then lower my legs to the floor and stand.
She stays frozen, on her back. Her legs are apart, her arms are flung out. Her thick hair streams out on the bed.
“You really like to live dangerously, don’t you?” My voice comes out rougher than I intended.
She gulps. Fear rolls off her mixed with that sharp sweetness of her arousal. Her belly jerks and she raises her knees as if to lock them together, then brings them back down in place. “Only with you.”
She bites her lower lip, and holy fuck, I know I can’t wait anymore.
“I thought I would take it slow the first time. Introduce you to my body, get to know you, allow you to adjust.”
“And now?” She juts out her chin, then tucks an arm behind her neck.
My gaze is drawn to her chest.
To how she trails her fingers down her breasts, over her belly button to play with the folds of her pussy. I can’t remember the last time a woman had me in such thrall. Never. And not again. I’ll never let this human get the better of me. I will not allow her to seduce me. Definitely not in bed.
I raise my fingers and point them at her. Let the blood rush to the fingertips. “Now there is no turning back.”
21
Gia
They didn’t warn us that it would be like this. The Bureau teaches you to live life on the edge, to train for every conceivable danger, to make sure you know your life is at stake. No one tells you it could be your heart, your spirit, your soul that is caught.
That your heart beats like a trapped animal in your chest.
While your skin stretches tight until it feels like it’s ready to burst. Sweat pools at the base of your spine. Even as your thighs clench. Your pussy quivers and moisture flows out as your body readies itself for the invasion by a male you met just a few days ago.
Your body needs him. Your soul recognizes him. But your will insists that you hold on to that part of you that makes you what you are: a stubborn, independent woman who’s made it this far.
A human who has survived in a world filled with shifters, vampires, and Fae. The weakest of the species in flesh but not in spirit. No.
He holds up his hands, the fingers outstretched. The tips glimmer and sparks of light shoot out from them.
Whatever he is going to do, it’s going to change the balance of power between us, I know that.
I should stop him, and yet something inside me seems to crumble, to want what he can do to me. The feeling pushes all other thoughts from my head. I lower my chin to my chest, fix my gaze on his face. Force myself to stare, unblinking.
“Do your worst.” I even allow a smile to curl at my lips. I know now that I am insane. I have to be, to taunt this lethal warrior. This Fae who has been trained to be an assassin. But I want to learn all his secrets. Want to goad him until he exposes what he is, shares more of what the Fae are. So little is known about them, and everything I learn will help us in fighting them. Not only that. I want to know everything about this man. I do.
His gaze narrows. The air around us seems to thin. I try to take in a breath and find there isn’t enough oxygen. It’s as if he’s sucked in all the air in the space. His ears narrow further, then pull back.
The light at his fingertips sparks. The next moment an arrow of fire shoots out. I look down to find my clothes are alight.
A scream rips out of me.
Then the fire switches off.
Just like that. I blink. Not a part of me is hurt. No part of my skin is singed. My clothes are gone. I am naked to his gaze. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me nude before; he must have when he’d rescued me, then held me close, and shared his life force with me, and later when I took off my clothes before stepping into the shower. But this is different. An awareness crackles between us. The tension in the space ratchets up. He stands, chest heaving with his gaze trained on my body.
A laugh bubbles up, and I recognize the sign for what it is. Hysteria.
I’ve poked and prodded the beast, and he’s begun to show me who he really is. I should be scared of what he can do to me. But all I feel is…relief.
The fact that he trusts me enough to let down his guard? To show me how he can strip me without laying a finger on me? It’s an eye-opener. What else can he do to me? Another peal of laughter rings out of me.
Tears prick the back of my eyes, and my features contort as a wave of uncertainty grips me. “Well, that was…not what I expected.” I hiccough.