Текст книги "Noble Blood"
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The redcap eyed his fallen comrade and glared at Jaden. “You’ll pay for that.”
“That’s what they all say.” He wagged his fingers at the redcap in a “come here” gesture. “Here, stupid, stupid, stupid. C’mon, boy. Come on.”
The redcap growled and charged Jaden.
Perfect. Like I said, thank the gods these guys are idiots.This one hadn’t even thought to use his “hidden” microphone to call for help, let alone his gun.
Jaden used the redcap’s momentum to get behind him, swinging until he rested on the redcap’s back like a baby monkey. He grabbed hold of the redcap’s ears. “Giddy up!”
The redcap opened his mouth to roar. Jaden clamped a hand around that huge maw. “Uh-uh. No calling in reinforcements.” He twisted the ear he still gripped, earning himself a muffled howl. The redcap shook his head in an attempt to dislodge Jaden’s grip. “There ya go.” Jaden leaned down and bit into the side of the redcap’s neck. Instantly the redcap quieted, Jaden’s vampiric mind control kicking in, keeping the creature in his arms docile. He refused to use the power that made this feel good; all Jaden wanted was quiet. He drank until his opponent had suffered enough blood loss to pass out, but not enough to kill.
Blech. Mushrooms.Jaden swiped his tongue across the puncture wounds. He’d briefly considered killing the two goons but decided not to. He didn’t want it obvious he’d been there; that might get Duncan in trouble. It would be better to let Charlie-boy think that the two idiots had fallen asleep on the job. He arranged them so that they were leaning against the attic door, posing them as naturally as he could, heads leaned back and lolling, mouths open, arms draped over knees. He entered both of their minds, erasing his presence from their memories before misting down the hallway.
He reached the staircase to the lower level and solidified, ready to check the next level. He remembered from previous encounters that Charlie-boy preferred his office on the main level of any house he owned, and that was where Jaden was going. He didn’t have enough time to case the entire house. That would have to wait for another night.
“Jaden?”
Jaden sighed. Duncan hadn’t bothered him this much in years. “Yes, dear?”
“How is it going?”
He slid a foot onto the railing, testing to see how slick it was. “I don’t recommend the mushrooms.”
“Redcaps?”
Jaden blinked. How the hell did Duncan know that? He’d never described their taste to Duncan before. “Yes.”
“You aren’t hurt?”
“Pfft. Please.”He misted down the banister. The damn thing seemed a little shaky to him, so crawling down it was definitely out. When he reached the bottom he rematerialized, panting a bit. Misting was damn tiring. “There were only two.”
“Only two? Jaden!”
Jaden winced. Damn, the man could yell. Who knew? “Shh. Daddy’s still working.”
He heard the low growl in his mind. Duncan was going to have words for him when he got back. He grinned. He couldn’t wait. This side of Duncan was one he’d never have suspected before. It gave him all kinds of tingles to know he was the one who had Duncan in full protection mode, misplaced though it was.
He made his way silently through the lower floor, misting in stops and starts. It was a power that only worked for brief periods of time and the energy drain was horrendous. He might have to feed again before leaving the house if he kept this up.
Jaden came to a stop at the last room to the right before the servants’ wing. Ah-hah.He’d finally found what he was looking for—Charles’s office.
He stepped into the room and quietly began to rifle through Charles’s desk, careful to disturb as little as possible. He didn’t need Charles knowing that he’d been in here.
Jaden had learned long ago how to perform a B&E. He’d been working for Robin almost from the start of his service in the Gray Court. Once he’d proven adept at this aspect of his job Robin himself had taken him under his wing, teaching him the finer points of how to search a home and leave no traces behind. He’d gone for nighttime forays into neighborhoods that would have turned Duncan’s hair white if he’d known about it, but Jaden had learned. Oh, he’d learned. Robin was a hard taskmaster, but he had to admit the man was fair. When Jaden had done particularly well the Hob had managed to make the once unwanted boy feel like he’d found a true mentor. Strangely enough, Duncan had never once asked where he went at night. He hadn’t cared so long as Jaden came home in one piece. It was why he’d thought Duncan wouldn’t mind him taking the job offer Robin had held out like a lifeline all those years ago.
“I cared. I was afraid if I tried to rein you in you’d leave me.”
Jaden paused, setting down the papers he’d been reading. “You never told me that.”
“Of course not. I didn’t understand it myself.”Duncan sighed. “We have a lot to talk about.”
Jaden couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his face. “This is the part where we break out the foam curlers, paint our nails and talk about our feelings, isn’t it?”
“Asshole.”The amused affection in Duncan’s voice took the sting out of the insult. “Do what you have to do and come home to me,amoureaux. ”
Jaden’s cheeks heated. He put the papers back in their proper place. Damn it, he had to focus on the job, not on his lovers. The risk of getting caught got higher with every minute he spent in Charles’s house.
He closed his eyes and let his senses lead the way. Sniffing, he noticed that Charles’s scent tended to linger over by a particular chair, near the globe and at the fireplace. Hmm.He checked out the chair but found nothing of interest, no secret caches or buttons hidden as knotwork. The globe was a standard minibar. He lifted out the booze but found no hidden compartments. Finally he checked out the fireplace.
No hidden passageways, no safe behind the painting. At least Charlie boy is smarter than the Deranged Darling was.Last but not least was the computer.
Jaden took out his cell phone. He dialed a number Robin had made him memorize for just such a situation.
“Big Red here.”
Jaden grinned. If anyone could break into Charles’s files it would be Robin’s pet gremlin. “Hey, Red. This is Blackthorn. I have a job for you.”
“Bring it on.”
He made sure the computer was running before giving Big Red the information he needed to begin rifling through the hard drive. Files began to open and close faster than should be possible, the gremlin’s magic touch working on the electronics.
Jaden kept one eye on the dancing files and another on the door, a sense of satisfaction purring through him.
“Hey, Blackthorn? You’re not going to believe this.”
Jaden checked the file that opened in front of him. He smiled when he saw what Big Red had highlighted. God, I love my job.“Download it all and send it to Robin. Hey, Red? Thanks.”
“My pleasure. Good luck, and happy hunting.”
Jaden hung up the phone and began to make his way out of Charles’s house. There was no way the would-be Lord Malmayne would be able to get out of thisone.
Akane pulled up outside the quaint farmhouse. It was an old Victorian, with white gingerbread accents and a wide front porch. It was difficult to tell the color in the dark, but she bet it was a soothing blue color, the trim a blinding white. It would suit the landscape around it. A huge wrap-around porch with a real porch swing gave the old Victorian a homey feel. A place like this in San Francisco would go for millions.
Out here in the sticks? Probably worth less than a hundred grand.
“Personally, I think it’s worth a bit more than that.”
Akane didn’t blink. How the fuck had the stranger come up on her that quietly? She smiled, pulling out all the charm at her disposal. “Hi. I’m lost.”
The man smiled down at her, his expression knowing. “I don’t think so, darlin’. I think you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.”
That slow, deep drawl did some strange things to her insides. Blue eyes gleamed down at her, the most dazzling she’d ever seen, like the finest of sapphires. His light hair looked like spun gold in the moonlight. He had to be the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on, but she couldn’t let that distract her. She had a job to do, a family to save. “Can you tell me how to get to Highway Nine?” There was always a Highway Nine somewhere around these types of places.
The son of a bitch had the gall to lean his hip against the door of her car. “Now you and I both know you’re not looking for Highway Nine.”
She blinked up at him, trying to look small and unthreatening. She’d always succeeded in the past. Big lugs like these would fall into the palm of her hand, ready to be crushed into pulp. “Of course I am. I need to get to Omaha.”
His lips twitched. “Of course you do.” His hand reached out, his fingers tipping up her chin. He studied her face. Something about his close scrutiny had her squirming in her seat like a nine-year-old in front of the principal. “You don’t need to lie to me. In fact, I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”
She laughed, hoping it sounded as confused as she actually was. “Okay. I need to go now.”
“Why? You’re only going to pull over about a mile away and fly back here. Why not come in for a cup of tea?”
Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” Who the hell wasthis guy?
“Shane? Are you out there?”
His eyes twinkled down at her. The lilting tongue of the Sidhe dripped from his firm lips. “I’m busy, Da. Give me a few minutes, please. And can you put on a pot of tea? It seems we have a guest.” He stood tall and held out his hand, switching back to English. “Come along, Akane Russo. We have a few things to discuss. Wouldn’t it be more comfortable inside, where it’s warm?”
“ You’reShane Dunne?” She let her pupil expand, and her Sight along with it. What she saw had her blinking in shock.
No wonder she’d been fascinated by the power she’d felt. The man was a hybrid! One of the rarest of the rare, with powers not even Oberon himself could comprehend, and here he was on a little Podunk, Nebraska farm. What a waste. Her mother would have a fit when she found out. Hybrids were something of a hobby for her.
Akane tried her best to hide her wince. Yeah right. Just a hobby.
He looked down at her as if he knew every single one of her secrets and liked what he saw. “To some.” His grip on her hand tightened, his lips just brushing the backs of her knuckles. “I’ll be someone else to you.”
Her belly flopped, but she got out of the car anyway.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Seven
Moira blinked sleepily, smiling at the sight of Duncan’s tired face. He was standing by the side of the bed, stroking her hair to wake her. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Is he back yet?”
“Nope. And the sun is coming up.”
She threw back the covers. “Do we need to go get him?”
Duncan nodded and handed her a pair of jeans. “He hasn’t contacted me in about half an hour.”
Shit.That couldn’t be good. “Where was he last?”
“Gloating over the fact that some gremlin named Big Red was rifling through Charles’s files like a sailor through a whore’s panty drawer.”
She stumbled, one leg in her jeans. “What?”
“His words, not mine.” Duncan sat down and began pulling on his boots. “We’ll need to be careful. If Charles has Jaden he can hurt him badly.”
Moira scrambled into the rest of her clothes. She ran to the closet and pulled out the cowgirl boots her father had bought for her. “Ready.” The polished iron toe on the outside wasn’t enough to bother her even with skin to skin contact, but a full-blood Sidhe she kicked in the nuts would feel it for days.
Duncan eyed those boots warily. “Um. I’d ask, but I’m not sure I want to know.”
“Have you tried contacting him?” She grabbed a pair of leather gloves and pulled them on. She planned on bringing a little back-up to the party.
“Yes. I’m pretty sure he’s unharmed, but he’s still not answering.”
She practically ran down the stairs, grabbing her coat once she hit the foyer. “Let me try. Maybe you haven’t been using the right tone of voice.”
He eyed her dubiously. “Whatever you say.”
She cocked her hip. She knew exactlywhat tone of voice to use. It had always worked on her brothers when her mother had used it. She figured it would work on one pain in the ass vampire. “Jaden Blackthorn! You answer me right this minute!”
“Yeowch. What? Daddy’s busy.”
“Are you fighting?”
“Some might call it that.”
“What do you call it?”
“Fun.”
She dug the heels of her hands into her eyes. “Jaden.”
“Yes, dear. I’ll put down the nice redcap and be home before you know it.”
“It’s almost sunrise.”
“Yeah. I kinda noticed that, being a vampire and all.”
She took her hands away from her eyes and rolled them. “Duncan, how did you put up with him for a hundred years?”
“Patience. Lots of patience.”
“I heard that.”Jaden paused. “I heard that. Huh. Weird. Ow.”
“Ow?”
“Lucky shot. All right, I’m done playing. I’m headed back for the car. See you in a bit.”
She tapped her foot. “Should we wait for him?”
Duncan shrugged. “He took the M6. Knowing him, he’ll be here in about ten minutes, the way he drives.”
She frowned. “I got the impression that Charles’s place was farther away than that.”
“Yup. He’s about half an hour away, but Jaden likes to drive fast.” Duncan turned on his heel and headed for the breakfast room. “Lord above, I need coffee.”
“Not for you, Mr. Malmayne. I think you need a little down time.” She grabbed hold of the back of his shirt and managed to swing him around, pointing him toward the stairs. “Beddy-bye!”
He pouted at her. “Aw, Mom!”
“Don’t sass me, young man. Up you go!”
Duncan grinned down at her, looking like the little boy she’d treated him as. “Good night, amoureaux.” He picked her up and kissed her. She loved the way Duncan kissed her. He made her feel that she was the only person in his whole world. He held her as if she barely weighed as much as a feather. “Mm. We have a ceremony to perform.”
Her lips twitched. “True. We’ll need to take care of that soon. Maybe when we see my family?”
One of his eyebrows rose. “Do you want your family there when we say our Vows?”
“Of course. They’ll want to watch us all marry each other.” She snuggled in, breathing him in. That warm, masculine scent wafted through her, made her feel safe. Made her feel like she was home. “When all this crap is over and done with I’m going to want a party. A big one.”
“A big one, huh?” He nuzzled her neck, his whiskers tickling her.
She giggled and pulled free. “Oh, yeah. Huge.”
“I think we can arrange that.” His jaw locked, and she could tell he was holding back a yawn.
“Go to bed, Duncan. I can handle Jaden for now.” Hell, she had a bit more than handling in mind, but Duncan needed his sleep. Besides, she’d been with Duncan and she’d been with both of them. It was time to see what her vampire would do when he had just her to think about. She could hardly wait to see what he’d come up with.
“Why do I have the feeling you’re plotting something?”
She grinned up at him. “Because you already know me very well.”
He snorted and finally let her go. “Do what you have to do to keep yourself safe.” He cupped her cheek, looking down at her with sleepy affection. “If anything happens to you I can’t guarantee I won’t go ballistic.”
She nuzzled his hand. “I’ll stay safe. I’ll make sure Jaden isn’t hurt, bang him on your desk and then patrol for a while.”
Duncan blinked. “Bang him, huh?”
She nodded. She dug her toe into the carpet and gave him her best doe eyes. “Uh-huh.”
He chuckled. “Have fun, then.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and yawned again. “Damn it. Think of me while you’re, um, banging.”
She snickered. “Pleasant dreams.”
He groaned and made his way up the stairs. “Evil witch.”
She watched him make his way up the stairs before turning toward the breakfast room. Coffee sounded really good right about now, but tea would be even better. She checked the pots, delighted when she found a pot of hot water. She was even more delighted to find her favorite spiced Chai tea bags ready to be steeped. She settled down and waited for both her tea and her other man.
“Hey, sweetness.” A soft kiss pressed against the side of her neck. “Is Duncan in bed?”
“Mm-hmm.” She leaned her head to the side to give Jaden better access. “How did it go?”
“Beautifully. Big Red found a few interesting things, but we have to talk to Aileen. We need to find out why the Malmayne-Joloun marriage contract is so important to the Malmaynes.” Jaden settled in next to her and watched her prepare her tea. “Your mother might have some information about the Joloun side that could clarify a few things.”
“After my parents were bonded the Jolouns pretty much wrote them off.” She took a sip of her sweetened, creamy tea and sighed in pure pleasure. “Mmm. That’s good.”
“Is it?” Jaden took the cup. “Let me have a taste.” He leaned in and kissed her, sipping at her lips like a connoisseur. He took his time, tasting every inch of her mouth. When he was done, her entire body tingled. “You’re right. It’s delicious.”
“Hmm?” She opened her eyes, unaware until that moment that she’d closed them. His had gone dark, the whites bleeding out to make room for his hunting eyes. Gods above, she couldn’t remember seeing anything sexier than that. He wanted her so badly he had no control over his eyes. “Jaden.” She leaned forward and returned his kiss, tasting him in turn. There was a lingering, earthy flavor to him she’d never encountered before. Normally she loved earthy tastes, but there was something rotten about this one. “What have you been eating?”
He smiled, his fangs showing. “Redcaps.”
She frowned absently and leaned back. “Have you considered Listerine?” The word redcapssuddenly hit her. “Wait. Multiple? As in more than one?”
Jaden pulled her off her chair and onto his lap, ignoring her surprised squawk. “Yes, multiple.”
“But…” Damn it, he was nibbling her neck, trying to distract her. The hell of it was, it worked. She was so distracted she couldn’t remember her own name. “That’s not s-safe.” Oh, right there. That is so good.Too much more of that and she’d be a puddle of goo at his feet.
He scraped his fangs down that sensitive section of her neck, sending a shiver of want through her. Good thing she’d already planned on having her way with him. “Mmm. I’ve fought them before, sweetheart. They’re not really a problem for me.”
“Are you hurt?”
Jaden licked her jugular. “No, sweetheart. I’m fine.”
“Who’s Big Red?”
“Robin’s pet gremlin. He found some interesting files on Charles’s computer.”
Moira lifted her head. “What things?”
He nipped her neck, the sharp pleasure making her hiss. “I’ll tell you at your parent’s house.
Her parents? Why was he talking about her parents now? “Desk?”
“Hmm?”
Her only thought was to get him naked somewhere near a desk. Preferably Duncan’s. “Need a desk.”
He lifted his head and studied his face. His expression was sinful. “I think that can be arranged.” He stood up. She was still cradled in his arms. “You can have your breakfast after I have mine.”
Oh, boy.“Sure.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. She trusted him to get them safely where she wanted to go.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Oh, Moira. That sweet trust of yours will be my undoing.”
Right. Moira. I remember now.“You know what I want to do with you?”
He carried her from the breakfast room and strode across the hall. His sneakers made no sound on the marble floor. “No, but I’m pretty sure you’re going to tell me.” He paused. “Does it involve midgets, paper cuts and Icy Hot?”
She lifted her head and stared at him. “No?”
“You don’t sound very sure.” He was frowning, but if he wasn’t joking then they needed to have a serious talk about therapy.
She shook her head at him. “Has anyone told you how strange you are?”
He shrugged and started walking again. “Your point?”
Her shoulders started to shake. “I don’t even know anymore.” She let her head drop back down onto his shoulder. “What were we doing again?”
“Heading into Duncan’s office so you can bang me on his desk.”
She blushed at the naughty, knowing look he sent her. “Eavesdropper.”
“Look on the bright side. You just confirmed my faith in eavesdropping. I heard something wonderful.” He stepped into Duncan’s office and slammed the door shut with his foot. “Have I mentioned I love the idea?” He stalked over to the desk and set her on the edge. He yanked off her boots before he reached for the snap of her jeans, tugging at the zipper with eager hands.
“Not yet, but I kind of got the idea when you started taking my clothes off.” She lifted her T-shirt over her head, more than willing to get this going.
“Are you going to object?”
She tossed the shirt over her shoulder and unclasped her bra. “Not on your life.” She drew the cups from her breasts, letting the bra fall to the floor.
“Fuck me,” Jaden breathed. His hands left her jeans to cup her breasts. “You are so beautiful. My pretty little leprechaun.”
She moved eagerly in his hands, dying to feel more. Her nipples were so sensitive, even the lightest brush sent a jolt of pure need straight down to her clit.
“You like that, huh?” He leaned down and lapped at her nipple like he was licking chocolate from a dripping strawberry. He swirled his tongue as if to catch every drop. Meanwhile his other hand plucked her other nipple, sending conflicting messages. Did she arch into his teasing tongue, or moan over the pleasure-pain he was dealing with his hand?
She did both, moaning and arching her back. She damn near sobbed when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his teeth worrying the hard nub until she was clutching his head and grinding her hips into his. She could feel his fangs scraping along the sides, the sensation driving her insane. “Bite me.”
His mouth froze, his hand clenching her almost convulsively.
“Do it. Bite me.”
He moaned around her breast and bit, letting his fangs sink into the soft flesh.
Moira almost screamed at the sensation. Every part of her body was more alive than ever before. She couldn’t imagine him doing this to anyone other than Duncan ever again. “Oh, Gods above, yes.” She ground herself against his covered erection, the urge to come gripping her tight. “Please please please.” She looked down and found him watching her, red flames dancing in his pupils as he fed. She whimpered, the sight almost her undoing. “Jaden.”
His hand slipped into the open edge of her jeans and stroked over her clit. He suckled her, watched her slide over the edge into an orgasm so intense she couldn’t breathe through it.
Jaden licked the puncture marks, closing them. “Beautiful.” He took her mouth, the tang of blood overriding the musty taste of redcap. His hands were urgent on her jeans, pushing them and her panties down her legs. She kicked them off, eager to get his hands back on her.
She let her hands roam over his shoulders, the strength in them amazing her. His build was more slender than Duncan’s, but the sheer power in him was almost overwhelming. The feel of him under her hands was drugging. She couldn’t get enough.
He pulled away from her. “Let me help you with that.” His expression was full of smug male satisfaction. He pulled his shirt up over his head, exposing a chest that would make a nun weep and thank the gods for the beauty of the male form. That clean, hairless chest led to washboard abs she wanted to lick. The saddle of his hips were made for her hands.
She growled. “Now the pants.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Yes, ma’am.”
She dropped her Seeming, letting him see her true self, pointed ears and all. “I want you inside me.”
He took a deep breath and toed off his shoes. He reached for his pants, drawing down the zipper with a slow smile that heated her from the inside out. For just a moment that red flame in the center of his eyes burned bright green. “As you wish.”
She frowned. Something about that green looked familiar, but then his pants were falling and oh, he was beautiful. Between Jaden and Duncan she had every fantasy she’d ever had covered. Where Duncan was built more like a body builder, Jaden resembled a runner, all lean, sinewy muscle. She licked her lips at the sight of his cock bobbing free of his underwear. She wanted a taste of that.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He kicked out of his jeans and stalked toward her. “And I like it.” He reached for her. “C’mere, you.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to Duncan’s leather sofa. “Will Duncan mind us messing with his leather sofa?”
“Nah. I think that’s why he has the leather in here. It’s easy to clean.” He slid her down his body until her ass rested on the sofa. “I think we’re just going to have to make sure he has some verypleasant dreams.”
She scowled. “I’m not sure I like this particular piece of furniture anymore.” Just the thought that either man had made love to someone else here had her seeing red.
He threw back his head and laughed. “Tell you what. Let’s make sure we christen this thoroughly.” He leaned over her, one hand on the back of the sofa, the other cupping her cheek. He tried to brush away the frown with his thumb. “Let’s claim it, make it ours.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Or we could go furniture shopping. Your choice.”
She grabbed hold of his cock and tugged him closer. “It can wait.” She licked the head, turning his laughter into a gasp. “The internet is a wonderful thing.” She licked again, liking the way his eyes were beginning to glaze over. “All the major furniture stores have online shopping.” She lapped at the drop that suddenly appeared at the tip of his cock. The salty sweet flavor exploded on her tongue. The hint of copper was something she’d never tasted before. “I’m pretty sure I could find something that would suit us all.”
“Moira?”
“Hmm?” She was having fun torturing him.
“For the love of the gods, I will buy you an entire house full of brand new furniture if you suck me.”
He could probably sense her laughter, though she did her best to hide it. “Like this?” She took him in her mouth as far as she could go and sucked with all her might.
“Fuck. Me.” His head fell back with a groan. “Oh, hell.”
“No more talk about other people you’ve fucked on the furniture.”
“What other people?” He gripped the back of her head and pulled her forward. “Moira.”
She couldn’t stop her lips from curling into a satisfied smile. She’d made her bad-ass vampire breathless. “Only us from now on.” She sucked him down again.
“Only us.”
“You, me and Duncan.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You’ll let us bond you, no arguments.”
“Mmm.”
She was pretty sure his IQ had dropped by at least thirty points. Either that, or he’d gone deaf to anything but the need flowing through him. “And I want a Porsche 911.”
“No problem. We’ll get it in green to bring out your eyes.” He tapped the head of his cock against her lips. “Stop teasing. You already know you own us both.”
She grinned. Yeah, deep down she did. She just wanted to make sure hedid, too. “Want you.” She sucked him down this time with no intention of letting him go.
“God, yes.” Jaden began to fuck her mouth, his movements careful, precise. He was hanging on to his control. Was he afraid of hurting her?
She decided to up the stakes. She wasn’t some little nymph or Sidhe female, delicate and fragile. She was leprechaun, of the earth, and strong as an oak. She reached up and forced his hands to tighten on her head, establishing a rhythm herself. She moved fast, running her tongue along the underside of his cock, desperate to get him to lose control and take her the way she wanted to be. She didn’t want a gentleman; she wanted her warrior, the one who took on multiple redcaps without getting a scratch.
She got him.
He growled, the sound low and hungry, sending a shiver of lust down her spine. He gripped the sides of her head and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. In self defense she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock to keep him from choking her.
He didn’t say a word, just kept sawing in and out of her mouth, his cock throbbing along her tongue. He watched her out of black eyes, the red flame in his pupil burning brighter and hotter. His fangs dropped far enough to be seen over his bottom lip. She could feel the sharp pinch of his claws as his fingers flexed.
He’d dropped his human Seeming and lay what he really was before her. She hummed her approval, closing her eyes and letting him have her. She needed this just as much as he did. He needed to know that no matter what she would take everything he was and cherish it.
The smooth thrust of his hips stuttered then resumed. “Shit. Don’t think things like that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
His fingers clenched, but still he was careful with his claws. “Oh, shit. Moira.” He grunted, coming in her mouth with a hiss of indrawn breath. She swallowed every drop.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, his arms going around her waist, his head nestling into her neck. “You always manage to destroy me.”
She hugged him back, fiercely pleased that she’d reduced him to a quivering mess. “Tired, a ghra?”
“Not too tired to make you come again.” He sat back on his heels, his human eyes full of sleepy satisfaction.
“You were up most of the night, went out and fought bad guys, and now I blew your brains out.” She leered up at him, earning a tired chuckle. “Sweetheart, if you need to go to bed I understand. Trust me, I’ll wake you up later.” She waggled her brows at him.
Jaden sighed. “I might have to take you up on that.” He tweaked her breast, earning himself a low moan. “Still, if you give me a few minutes I bet I could wake up a bit.”
She grinned. “Tell you what. As tired as you are, let’s take this to bed, hmm? That way you can do the man thing.”
He snorted and gathered up her clothes, tossing them to her. “Man thing?”
“You know, the three g’s.”
His eyebrows rose into his hair.
“Get in, get off, get to the z’s.”
She wasn’t all that surprised when her bra hit her in the face. “You are going to be a pita, aren’t you?”
Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrows as she shimmied back into her jeans.
“Pain in the ass.”
She rolled her eyes. “I thought that was Duncan’s job.”
“Ha ha.” He stretched with a grunt. “Ready?”
