She holds my gaze in the mirror. “I want you.” Her gaze scrolls down my chest to my crotch where the evidence of my arousal must clearly strain against my pants.
Even before the words have left her mouth, I close the distance between us. I shove her skirt aside, seize her panties, and tear them off.
3
Gia
A scream spills from my mouth. That restrained violence in his action makes my nerve endings fire with anticipation. My skin feels too tight. My fingers tingle.
The stranger holds the scrap of fabric up, then he slips it in his back pocket.
Umm, okay.
Footsteps sound outside the door and I freeze.
He doesn't change stance. Those blue eyes blaze. He scans my features with an intensity that makes my toes curl. A vein throbs at his temple.
Goosebumps flare on my skin.
My heart rate speeds up, and adrenaline spikes my blood. The noise outside the door fades and my shoulders slump.
I've never done this before. Never. Closeted with a stranger and in such a public space? My stomach flutters. Is that the attraction? The fact that I don’t know him. That we are here in this space where anyone can walk in. I am not an exhibitionist, yet the thought that we could be caught at any time only adds to the sense of danger that clings to him.
He holds my gaze in the mirror. One side of his lips curves up. It’s as if he’s read my mind.
My skin heats. My nerve endings tingle.
He skims his big palm up my inner thigh.
I shudder.
He stops just short of my core.
My shoulders bunch.
“Didn’t take you for a tease—” My breath catches.
He forces his muscled thigh between my legs and yanks them apart.
A moan bubbles up, and I bite my lips to swallow it back. I don’t want him to see how much he’s affecting me. How much the sureness of his moves, his every dominant gesture, the sheer confidence with which he handles my body, turns me on.
Moisture gathers between my thighs. Heat flushes my chest. Damn, I am so turned on, and it’s just by his nearness.
The scent of him, musky, smoky, complex, like a midsummer night when the leaves on the trees ache for the caress of moonlight…and what am I even thinking? My brain cells feel like they are melting. I try to squeeze my thighs together, and he shakes his head.
“That’s my job, remember?” He drags the edge of his hand across my clit.
Flickers of pleasure radiate out from his touch to pool in my belly. I groan, and my eyes flutter shut.
My head falls forward.
The heat from his chest flows over me and seems to hold me captive. It feels like I am lit from the inside. “What are you doing to me?” I gasp.
He doesn’t reply. Just dips his head, so his breath sears the nape of my neck. Then he kisses me there.
I shudder, and my mind empties of all thought.
He grips my waist only to drag his big hand up my side then up and around to the front.
Little pinpricks of pleasure dance over my skin. The pleasure is so intense I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from crying out. “I… I don’t normally do this.”
“What?”
“This…” I crack my eyelids open to meet his gaze again. “Throw myself at a random stranger who crosses my path.”
“Nothing random about this.” He drags his palm up to cup my breast.
My nipples tighten into nubs, waiting, wanting his touch so bad. My toes curl.
“What do you mean?” I frown as his words register.
“Just that this was meant to happen. You and me. Meeting like this. Being attracted to each other.”
His finger trails circles around my nipples. My chest pushes out; my back arches as if my body is trying to shove my breast into his palm.
“Are you sure?” I still hold his gaze in the mirror. My lips are parted, and color streaks my cheeks. I cannot recognize the woman I see in the reflection. I am the bodyguard to the leader of Moscow, and she is going to take the pledge to her people today.
Some of the sexual haze clears from my head as that thought sinks into me. I straighten my shoulders. “I need to be somewhere else. I—”
His fingers pinch my nipple. Liquid lust ripples over my skin. My core pulses. Moisture pools between my thighs.
His nostrils flare. Damn the man, but he can scent my arousal.
Those blue eyes of his darken until they seem almost turquoise. Flares of amber leap in them.
He flicks his ears back, and I stare.
“What?” He growls.
The tendons on his throat move as he speaks, and I so very much want to lean up and lick his skin, just taste him again.
“Your ears,” I gulp. “They are pointed at the tips.”
“So?”
“So they weren’t before.”
“No, that only happens when I am aroused. As does this." He peels back his lips, and his canines drop.
Fear tugs my nerves. Anticipation stretches my skin.
“You are Fae?”
He jerks his chin.
Don’t say it. Don’t say it, “And, ah, are you… aroused now?”
"What do you think?" His lips draw up in a smirk.
"I think, you need to finish what you started." What the hell? Am I really doing this? Baiting this male? Trying to push him over the edge?
He lowers his head and closes his teeth around the side of my throat. The sharp tips of his canines graze my skin without breaking the surface.
The gesture is so animalistic, so feral, desire twists my gut. My thighs clench. Maybe I don’t want him to control himself. Maybe I just want him to take me before I come to my senses and realize everything about this scene is wrong.
His palm squeezes my breast, and I moan.
With his other hand, he rams a finger into my pussy, and I can't stop the whine that dribbles from my lips.
He licks the skin he’s marked, then rubs his cheek against mine. Moves in close enough for me to feel his chest muscles flex under his shirt.
That scent of him is everywhere around me, sinking into me. I want more. Much more. My head falls back on his chest.
He adds another finger to the first, shoving it into me. He drags his fingertip over the walls of my wet channel.
I cry out.
Shivers of heat flutter down my back, and my arms and legs tingle.
“I am going to make you orgasm so hard you’ll forget anyone and anything who came before me.”
The sound of his voice arrows straight to my core. More moisture flows out from between my thighs.
He adds a third finger and thrusts the digits in and out, then all the way in. He curves his fingers, even as he brings his other hand to the curve of my waist; he applies enough pressure, so I lean my waist forward. My butt twitches.
His fingers slip in deeper, hitting a spot inside me that I didn’t even know existed.
My thigh muscles clench, my toes curl. Every pore in my body seems to pop.
I thrash my head to the side and brush against his neck. The scent of him fills my nose, and I draw in his essence. It’s harsh yet filled with that edge of sex, just like him. Heat gallops up my veins. I can’t stop myself from flicking out my tongue and dragging it over his skin.
I feel his breath catch, feel his big body brace, feel all the planes of his chest go solid. His arousal digs into the curve of my waist. I want…need more…something more.