“You don’t scare me, Caleb,” she whispered. “I want to be with you—all of you. Let yourself go. I know you’ll never hurt me.”
Caleb took Brielle at her word, sliding in deep with one long plunge. The feel of him inside her made her gasp in the best possible way. She’d always read about women being touched in places no one had ever touched and had to admit that it had always struck her as prose reserved for romance books. But it turned out that those novels were right. It really was a thing, and Caleb had let her experience it. The feel of him buried fully in her core had her panting for breath, ready to beg if he didn’t start moving soon.
Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips of their own accord, even as he pulled out halfway, then slid back in with a slow, steady glide that rocked her whole body and almost knocked the air out of her lungs.
Caleb started slow, but as soon as Brielle began to rock her hips in time with his, he changed the pace, until he was pounding into her like nothing she’d ever experienced before. At the same time, his mouth came down on hers, stealing what little breath she had left before his lips moved down to her neck and shoulder. As his fangs scraped lightly against her skin, she once again found herself wanting him to bite her.
Which had to be totally insane.
Right?
She was certain there was no way she’d be able to come again, not three times in one night, but as Caleb continued to thrust into her at the same wild pace, she couldn’t mistake that familiar tingle beginning to build again deep inside her. Slipping a hand down between their bodies, she made little circles on her clit with the tips of her fingers.
“Harder,” she moaned, the words barely making it past her clenched teeth. “I’m going to come again.”
Caleb must have understood her because the next several thrusts were hard enough to slide her up the bed a few inches. That was all it took to tip her completely over the edge, and she came so hard she had to bite her knuckles to keep from screaming out loud.
A few seconds later, Caleb was coming, too, growls rumbling up through his broad chest. This time, he did sink his fangs in her shoulder, hard enough to leave marks, she was sure. But rather than being painful, the sensation was so pleasurable that it nudged her orgasm to the next level.
She barely realized what was happening when Caleb suddenly flipped them both over, letting her ride out the last of her orgasm from on top, his hands gripping her hips as she collapsed on his chest, gasping for air and trembling like a kitten.
It was only afterward, when she was draped happily across his body, his warmth seeping into her like a drug, that Brielle realized exactly how much trouble she was in. She’d only slept with Caleb once and already couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else.
Chapter 13
New York City
Caleb tugged at the rough collar of his off-the-rack dress shirt as he looked around the expansive but crowded lobby area outside the United Nations General Assembly Hall, biting his tongue to hold in the growl of discomfort.
“I don’t understand why you get to be the debonair diplomat while I have to play the part of the hulking security goon,” he muttered.
Forrest let out a snort as he casually adjusted the jacket of his much nicer, much more expensive suit and took a sip from the crystal flute of champagne he’d been carrying around as he toured the hall. Champagne that Caleb couldn’t drink because he was working.
“Maybe it’s because I look like a debonair diplomat,” Forrest said without looking in his direction, “while you look like a hulking security goon.”
Caleb would have punched his teammate if it wasn’t for the fact that Forrest was completely right. Caleb probably could have pulled off Forrest’s role right up until he opened his mouth. Smooth talking wasn’t his thing. Especially at a huge international humanitarian conference like this one, where everyone would expect him to be knowledgeable on all the latest environmental and social issues going on around the world. Now was one of those times he missed not reading those newspapers.
McKay was fully aware of Caleb’s shortcomings, which explained why the boss had sent him undercover as one of the extra security guards brought in to supplement the UN staff for the big event. Then again, McKay had also slipped Harley in as a member of the security force, and she certainly couldn’t be described as big and hulking. So maybe, it was merely a coincidence.
Forrest moved away, leaving Caleb standing there alone against the wall. Well, not really alone, since he was surrounded by at least five or six hundred well-dressed snobs of both the foreign and domestic variety. With so many people around, he couldn’t help but feel a little worried. Jake, Jestina, Sawyer, Misty, Hudson, and Genevieve were all down in the Financial District sneaking into the Harrington Group’s business offices, leaving Caleb, Brielle, Forrest, and Harley here in Midtown on their own to keep an eye on Xavier Harrington and let Jake know if the billionaire left the UN. Jake also wanted Brielle or Harley to get close enough to Harrington to figure out if the guy was human or supernatural, but only if they could do it without risking themselves or causing a scene.
“We don’t want a confrontation in the middle of the frigging United Nations General Assembly,” Jake had warned, looking directly at Caleb the entire time.
Still, as low risk as this part of the mission might seem, Caleb knew that if something went wrong, the four of them would be on their own, because there was no way Jake and the rest of the team could provide backup.
Caleb glanced around the huge atrium, keeping his face as expressionless as every other security guard in the place. From the corner of his eye, he could see Harrington standing maybe a hundred feet away, holding court with a group of fawning dignitaries. It wasn’t hard to understand why. Fifteen minutes earlier, the man had stood at the podium in front of the entire United Nations and committed the Harrington Group to donating a billion dollars for water treatment, sustainable food, and renewable energy throughout Africa, the Middle East, and Indonesia. Other business leaders had practically fallen over themselves in an effort to try and match his offer.
Harrington was tall—six foot two at least—with dark hair that had the slightest touch of gray at the temples and the quintessential aristocratic features that gave him a distinguished look. While not overly muscular, he seemed fit in a wiry kind of way. His most defining characteristic had to be his eyes. Pale green, they reminded Caleb of jade. They made you either want to stare at him or look away as fast as you could, Caleb still wasn’t sure which.
What he did know for sure was that Xavier Harrington was rich beyond belief. It was hard to say exactly how wealthy, since most of his money was tied up in the Harrington Group, which almost seemed more like a family business than a major corporation. But it was safe to assume the man was probably among the top five richest people in the world. That billion dollars he’d just donated was probably a proverbial drop in the bucket to him.