Текст книги "Wicked Edge"
Автор книги: Rebecca Zanetti
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Her lips trembled, and a definite apology glimmered in her beautiful eyes. “I enjoyed last night,” she said softly. Then she shut her eyes, and before he could respond, she slipped into sleep.
He returned to the table.
Adam lifted a dark eyebrow. “What the heck?”
“Later.” Daire reached for the nearest shipping manifest. “We have work to do.” And work they did. They went through all the mine records, all the official shipping records, and everything they could glean from their allies. He catnapped every once in a while, but tension rode him hard and he couldn’t completely sleep. The plane refueled in Greenland and took them on to Seattle.
Daire awoke Cee Cee twice to make her eat something, and each time, she fell back into dreamland with a grateful sigh. Her body naturally sent out tingles as her flesh healed, and true relief swept through Daire when the burns on her arm slowly faded. Thank God, he hadn’t scarred her for eternity.
Even when they landed, she barely stirred when he carried her from the plane to the car on the private Jetway. They drove through town, and she slept peacefully in his arms. He enjoyed holding her, allowing himself a moment to just relax and feel.
Finally, they reached his penthouse and he carried her up to the door. She struggled, and he set her down on the marble floor. “Whatever your escape plan is, it’s not happening.” He pushed open the heavy door and nudged her inside, closing it firmly behind them. His place was warm and clean, and he settled into home. While Simone had decorated it with black leather and green accents, he liked the peaceful feeling of the sofa, chairs, fireplace, and massive Brenna Dunne landscape painting of Ireland.
Noise clanged from the kitchen area followed by the scent of waffles. Damn it. He’d forgotten he’d told the prospects they could hang at his place while he was out.
Garrett came into view first, chuckling. “I think the brunette was much—” He stopped short, mouth dropping open.
“I’m back,” Daire said, belatedly realizing the kid was staring at Cee Cee. “This is—”
Nicholai Veis, a demon ally and right hand to demon leader Zane Kyllwood, prowled behind Garrett, his hands full of plates of scrambled eggs. He barely stopped in time to keep from running into Garrett. His dark eyes focused on Daire and then on Cee Cee, before he slowly set down the plates on the round glass breakfast table. “What in the world is going on?”
Daire frowned. “What are you doing here?”
Nick’s gaze didn’t leave Cee Cee. “Checking on Logan Kyllwood.”
As if on cue, the young demon jogged out of the kitchen carrying jars of syrup. He smashed into Veis and slid to the side. “What the heck?” Then his gaze followed his friends’, landed on Daire, and moved to Cee Cee. “Mom?”
Chapter 10
Cee Cee winced and didn’t miss how quickly Daire rocked back on his heels. Forcing a smile, she crossed the room and leaned up to press a kiss to her youngest son’s cheek. He stood so tall all of a sudden and so handsome. Light green eyes, pure black hair, angled features. “Hi, sweetie.”
He inhaled and his nostrils flared. His sharp gaze went from her face to Daire and back. Then he moved.
Crap. He could smell Daire on her. She tried to grab his arm, but he was quick. Good thing Nick was prepared and even quicker. The older demon jumped in front of Logan and pushed him back a foot.
“Hold on,” Nick said. The demon lieutenant was dressed casually in black slacks and a gray shirt, his eyes onyx and his hair a dark blond. Tall and powerful, his voice nevertheless held a note of reason, as usual. Oh, he’d kill, but he’d think it through first.
“Cee Cee,” Daire said slowly, the consonants rolling off his tongue. “Your mother called you Cee Cee.”
She swallowed, half-turning to face him. “Yes.”
“Short for . . . Felicity. Felicity Kyllwood, to be exact,” Daire said, ignoring everyone else in the room.
Her hands trembled, so she tucked them discreetly in her pockets. “Yes.”
Fury. Hot and bright, the emotion blazed through the enforcer’s eyes. A swell of terrifying, searing, snapping heat filled the room. Anger etched into the hard line of his rugged jaw, and his lips pressed together. She took an involuntary step back.
Nick cleared his throat. “So, Felicity. How was the luxury cruise?”
She pierced him with a hard look. “Lovely. Thank you for asking.” She tried to summon dignity, but considering she wore no makeup, her hair had dried full of salt water, her jeans were too tight and her sweater was too large, she didn’t have much to work with.
“Everybody get the fuck out of my flat,” Daire ordered.
A ball slammed into her gut. She really had enjoyed their night together and had hoped they could remain at least friendly. Gently, she took her son’s vibrating arm. “Let’s go talk.”
Daire slowly, way too slowly, shook his head. “Oh no . . . Felicity. You’re staying here. We’re overdue for a little chat.”
She shivered, and a warning blast of heat flicked her skin.
Logan growled, Nick half turned, and even Garrett pushed clear of the table.
Testosterone, a whole barrel of it, rolled through the room like a prelude to a hurricane.
She shook her head. Logan was seconds from charging, and while Nick would try to stop the fight, in the end, he’d fight with Logan. Garrett was Logan’s best friend, and while he respected Daire, he’d have Logan’s back. “Are you crazy?” she whispered.
“If I am, it’s because of the last three days,” Daire said evenly, anger still swelling from him. “They want to fight? We’ll fight. But in the end, baby, you and I are having a long overdue discussion.”
Felicity winced. Her son wouldn’t like the baby comment.
Yep. Logan exploded.
He hit Daire full on, propelling them into the door. The steel door cracked. Daire grabbed his lapels, pivoted, and slammed Logan up hard. Surprisingly, neither Garrett nor Nick moved.
“Listen, kid, believe me, I get it.” Daire slowly lowered Logan. “But here’s the deal. Your mom’s an adult, and this is none of your business.” Daire released him and took a step back.
“I’m going to kill you.” Logan’s voice shook with rage, and he bunched his fists.
Felicity hustled forward. “Logan Henry Kyllwood.” She put every ounce of motherly snap she owned into the words.
He slowly turned his gaze from Daire to her. “What?”
She put her hands to her hips. “I realize this is confusing, but you will not provoke a fight. Got it?”
His ears turned red. Then his head went back. “Wait a minute.”
She bit her lip.
He cocked his head to the side, glanced at Daire, and then looked back at her. “There is no way I should smell him on you. You used the mutated virus?”
How did she admit to her son that she’d voluntarily undergone an experimental procedure to negate the mating bond she’d had with his father? “Logan, I—”
“Mom!” he exploded. “What the fuck?”
Daire put him back into the door with one hand. “Knock it off.”
Logan swiped Daire’s arm away. “You touch me again, and I’ll fucking rip off your head, witch.”
Oddly enough, Logan’s anger seemed to sweep some of Daire’s away. “That’s fair,” Daire said. He rubbed the back of his head. “Listen up. Your mom was in a fight with a witch, attacked by a polar bear, in a helicopter wreck, and nearly drowned.”
Logan’s mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened. “Mom?” he gasped.
She tried to keep from glaring at Daire. Her son didn’t need to know any of those facts. “I’m fine.”
“Who’s the witch she fought with?” Logan asked, his chin lowering.
Approval lit Daire’s eyes, and his lips twitched. “A mercenary by the name of Vegar. He’s polar bear food at this point.”
Logan shook his head. “Mom, I—”
“My point is”—Daire continued—“your mother needs a hot shower and some clean clothes. Then we have a matter to discuss, and after I’m finished, I’m sure she’d love to explain to you where she has been the last few days.”
Felicity’s chin lifted. “While I do not owe anybody an explanation, Logan, I would like time to shower and get refreshed before we sit down and chat.” She gave him her hardest look, swung it to Garrett, and then landed on Nicholai. “I trust that you three will keep my current location a secret?”
“Mom—” Logan started.
“I mean it,” she said, her voice hoarse.
Logan swallowed, shuffled his feet, and nodded.
Garrett cleared his throat. “Yes, ma’am.”
Nicholai smiled as he shook his head. “Sorry, Felicity.”
Yes, she’d figured Nick would report back to Zane, her eldest son and the ruler of the demon nation. So she turned and smiled at Daire. “I suggest you speak with your friend, or your flat will be overrun with demons. If Zane shows up, you know Dage won’t be able to stay away, he’s such a busybody of a vampire king.”
Daire’s eyes flickered, but to his credit, his expression revealed nothing. “Nick? If you call Zane, I’m going to sic Simone on you.”
Nick’s eyes gleamed. “Please, do. I’ve been waiting for your cousin’s temper to explode so I can take care of unfinished business with her.”
Felicity sighed and glanced around, seeing an open doorway. “I assume the master and bath are through there?”
“Aye,” Daire said.
“Good. If there’s any way to get fresh clothing here by the time I’m finished with a very long shower, I’d appreciate it.” She moved to go.
Logan stopped her with one gentle hand on her arm. “Mom? Come with us. You don’t have to stay here.”
She swallowed and forced a smile for her youngest. No way did she want them all to fight, and after everything, she did owe Daire an explanation. Heck. Not only had she drugged him, she’d almost gotten him killed. More than once. “I know, but I do have matters to discuss with Daire. I’ll call you when I’m finished.”
Logan shook his head. “No.”
She stilled. “Excuse me?”
He kept her gaze, but his ears turned red again. “I’m not leaving you with him.”
“Why not?” she asked, her temper prickling up her back.
“Because you’re, I mean, you’re—”
Hurt smashed into her stomach. Of course her own kid knew how weak she was. How she’d failed him and his brothers. Even so, the agony of that fact spurred her anger. “I’m what?” she yelled up into his face.
He sucked in air. “You’re my mom!” he yelled back.
Oh. Her body relaxed. “Huh. You’re right. This has to be weird.” The poor kid. She gentled her voice. “Logan, I’m barely over a century old. That’s hardly an adult in human terms. I was young when I had you boys, incredibly young for a demon.”
“I know.” The blush moved to his face. “But . . .”
Nick strode toward the door. “The boys and I will go out to dinner, and you two can catch up later.” He opened the door and paused. “Felicity, I am going to have to report to Zane. There were a series of mines blown up in Russia earlier, and while I haven’t connected the dots as of yet, something tells me you weren’t attacked by polar bears on a tropical cruise.”
She glared at Daire. Man, he had a big mouth. “Enjoy your dinner,” she said sweetly.
Nick herded the boys out, giving Logan a rather hard-looking shove to get him to leave. The door snicked shut.
Felicity breathed out.
Daire leaned back against the wall. “Felicity or Cee Cee?”
She shrugged. “Both. It’s like calling a Katherine Kathy or Juniper Junie. Cee Cee is a nickname, and I answer to both.”
“So at least you only kind of lied about your name.”
Ah, the anger had only been banked temporarily. “Yes,” she said. She tried to brush by him, not surprised when he wrapped a hand around her bicep and halted her in place. “You said I could borrow your shower.”
“Yes.” He leaned down, his breath heated at her ear. “Just so we’re clear. I don’t give two flying fucks who your kids are, who your friends are, or who your allies are.” His hold tightened just enough to be threatening without causing any pain. “You lie to me again, and the last few days will seem like a dream vacation compared to what I’ll do.”
Reality hit her in the face. He really didn’t care. Daire Dunne didn’t see her as a damaged demon, a widow, or even the mother of the most powerful demon on the planet. He didn’t see any of that. The enforcer saw her as all woman.
She turned and smiled at him, so much warmth rippling through her she nearly swayed.
He released her and stepped back, his brows furrowing together. “Don’t even try to charm me.”
She couldn’t help it. Her smile widened, and delight bubbled up.
He growled and gave her a not-so-gentle nudge toward the bedroom. She couldn’t quite make out the words he muttered as she moved away, but it sounded something like it’s always the fucking smile.
Daire finished yanking fresh jeans up after a superbly hot shower, his mind reeling. He’d prepared some scrambled eggs for Cee Cee, Felicity, for her to eat after she’d showered. His kitchen of dark granite countertops and stainless steel appliances was no longer in order, considering the kids had cooked an earlier breakfast. But he’d put it back together later. Right now, he had enough to deal with.
In his line of work, getting involved with a woman was complicated. Becoming friends with a female demon was intricate. But bedding the mother of the leader of the demon nation was fucking crazy. Yet Daire didn’t see her as a mother or even as a demon. She was sweet, she was hot, and the sounds she made when he thrust inside her would haunt his dreams until he died.
But he liked an orderly life, and he liked peaceful women. Felicity, on her own, was a barrel of crazy schemes and too much energy. Plus, she came with three grown sons and tight ties to the demon nation, which might create even more problems for him as an enforcer.
She was smart enough to drug him, and she was brave enough to face down powerful enemies half the world away from safety.
Just thinking about her made his pants too tight.
He crossed into the living room where she sat on the leather sofa, firelight caressing her skin. Her hair, long, shimmering, and blond, had dried down her back. No curls, no wave. Just delicate femininity. Dark yoga pants covered her toned legs, and a red T-shirt, a good one, her top. Freshly scrubbed with no makeup, the woman looked about twenty years old. Her feet were bare.
“I forgot to borrow socks from Simone,” he rumbled, leaning against the door frame.
Felicity jumped, her dark eyes flashing to him. “The fire is warm and so are my feet.”
She had cute feet. Small, pale, fragile. Yet she’d kicked that polar bear with enough force to break its nose.
“I usually know exactly what I’m doing and what I need to do next,” he said, his arms crossed over his bare chest.
She smiled. “That must be nice.”
“I don’t know what to do with you.”
A very pretty pink fluttered beneath her skin. Well, at least they were on the same wavelength. Yet she arched one fine brow. “I’m not yours to do anything with.”
From any other woman, the statement would’ve been a challenge. Yet with her regal tone of voice, her bearing, the woman actually believed every word.
He smiled. “Why are you damaged?”
Her head jerked.
Hadn’t been expecting that one, now had she?
Her chin lifted. “I’m not damaged.”
All right. Enough. “Nobody has ever called me patient, lady, and I have to say, I’ve showed more patience with you than anybody else in my entire life.” He hadn’t even dealt with the fact that she’d drugged him and ransacked his office yet.
“So?” She met his gaze full on.
Heat flushed through him. “So? I’m done. Either you start talking, or I strip you naked, fuck you senseless, and then you start talking.” In fact, that was a damn good idea. He pushed off from the wall.
She choked and held up a hand. “Wait a minute.”
“Talk.”
Her hands fluttered in her lap, and she cut a discreet glance at the clock on the mantel. What in holy hell was she up to now? She cleared her throat. “Fine. Not many people know this, but I, ah, I am unable to perpetrate a demon mind attack.”
Perpetrate? Jesus. He’d rather have her screaming at him than using that monotone of a voice. “So?”
She blinked. “I’m damaged. Handicapped. Half a demon.”
That was fucking crazy. “Says who?”
She shook her head, surprise glittering in her eyes. “Everyone.”
“Can you teleport?”
Her shoulders slumped. “No.”
He could just rip the head off everyone who’d ever made her feel like less. And by the hurt in her eyes, they’d done a number on her. In fact, until Zane Kyllwood had killed his uncle and taken over the demon nation, the world hadn’t known Zane was half demon or that Felicity existed. “Your family hid you?” he asked.
She shrugged. “My parents were protective, but they died, and then Suri took over.”
Suri was her older brother, the former demon leader, and a real bastard. “Willa was your sister?”
“Yes.”
Willa was a demonness who was a torturing bitch. Both Suri and Willa were dead now.
“All right.” Daire’s brain sorted facts. “So Suri betrothed you to Bychkov in order to secure a treaty between his nation and Bychkov’s people.”
“Yes, but I’d met Dane Kyllwood, and we ran away together. Had the boys and lived a nice life in Africa until he died.” Sadness twisted her lip.
Daire leaned back, narrowing her gaze. “How exactly did you meet Kyllwood?”
She shrugged, her gaze sliding away. “You know. At a bar downtown.”
“Felicity.”
The pink turned to red, and not with embarrassment but shame. “Dane lived with a small coalition of vampires, and the demons had attacked them for land, so he infiltrated Suri’s headquarters to assassinate him. Instead, Dane found me, and I was injured, so he, ah, got me to safety.”
Everything inside Daire stilled. “How were you injured?”
She lifted a shoulder and sighed. “Suri and I didn’t get along well.”
“He beat you?” Daire growled.
Her gaze met his. “I hit him, too.”
Jesus. “So you got away, gave birth to three sons at a very young age, and then Dane died, leaving you alone in the world.”
“Yes.”
The only question remaining, he figured he could answer himself. Every move she’d made in the last week had been focused specifically on one target. Yet he wanted confirmation. “Bychkov killed your mate.”
Her eyes flashed and she stood. “Yes. It’s Bychkov’s time to suffer before I kill him.”
Chapter 11
Felicity settled her stance. The enforcer stood, legs braced, torso bare. Man, he was ripped. Dark hair curled at his nape, and he’d shaved in the shower, revealing the razor sharp cut of his jaw. A slight shadow already darkened his skin, all masculine.
Her vampire mate had been a kind man, much older than she, and he’d been incredibly over-protective from day one. She’d been injured and then pregnant so young, that she’d understood. But she’d never really had the chance to become the strong woman inside her until recently.
Daire treated her like a woman and not like a fragile flower. She liked that.
His green eyes pinned her in place. “Lemme get this straight.” Every once in a while, his Irish brogue broke through.
She ignored the quivers in her abdomen from the deep accent. “All right.”
“Your plan is to financially cripple Bychkov by destroying all of his mines, and you needed my records to find the hidden ones, because you figured I’d be investigating anything having to do with the mining of planekite.”
“Yes.”
Daire didn’t react. “Why take Simone’s records?”
Felicity glanced down. “She’s on the Council, which is investigating the planekite mines, so I just emptied her file cabinet.” Her heart rate picked up. “You seem angrier about her files than yours.”
“Aye. My job is to protect her.”
“That’s not all,” Felicity said.
“No. Simone is my cousin, and I’ve taken care of her since she was a little girl.” Loyalty and fondness strengthened his voice.
That’s exactly what Felicity had feared. “I understand.”
“So, you’ve blown up his mines. Now what?”
She breathed out. “I have several corporations making moves on his business holdings, and I have groups devaluing any physical property he has around the world.” She’d also implemented a strategic securities attack to destroy his stock market portfolio, as well as the portfolios of his entire consortia group.
“Is that all?” Daire drawled.
No. But telling Daire about the upcoming three bank heists for all of Ivan’s cash seemed like oversharing. “Yes.”
“Then what, Cee Cee?” Daire unfolded his body.
Her breath hitched. “Then I finish him.”
Daire gave a short nod, the sides of his eyes crinkling in realization. No amusement. “Fight to the death, huh?” he murmured.
She cleared her throat and glanced at the clock again. Plenty of time. “That’s my plan.”
Daire followed her gaze, landed on the clock, and returned. “Have a hot date?”
“No, but very soon, I must be going.”
He chuckled then. The sound pulsated against her skin, licked down, and settled between her legs. “Do you really think you’re going anywhere?”
Her nipples peaked, even as her temper stretched cautiously awake. “Excuse me?”
He blinked, slowly. Like a predator, almost intrigued, yet with lazy indulgence. “You know, you’re at a disadvantage here.”
Her head snapped up. “Oh, am I?”
“Aye. I’ve seen the real you since day one. The fighter, the strategist, the woman.” He cocked his head to the side in a curiously dangerous movement. “You haven’t seen me.”
What the heck? “I don’t understand.”
“I agree.”
God save her from enforcers talking in riddles. “I’m pretty much a straight shooter and don’t really catch subtext, Dunne.”
“Ah.” He reached her in two long strides, lifting her by the elbows, turning, and dropping to the sofa with her legs bracketing his.
She slapped her hands against his very strong chest. Outrage filled her along with a heat she couldn’t banish. “What in the hell are you doing?”
“Whatever the hell I want to.” His hands clamped her hips and held tight. “Which is something that surprises you.”
“I’m not accustomed to being manhandled,” she breathed, trying to ignore the iron-hard thighs between hers.
His cheek creased. “I’d think not.” Slowly, deliberately, he ran one hand up her side, over her shoulder, and threaded his fingers through her hair. “But here’s the thing, sweetheart. I don’t give a shit who your family is, and they sure as hell don’t scare me. I don’t care who your parents were, your brother was, or your kids are. In fact, I not only don’t see you as a mom, I don’t see you as a demon.”
She swallowed, her heart hammering against her ribs. In her entire life, she hadn’t met anybody like Daire Dunne. For so long, she’d been afraid of her siblings, thinking demons were the most dangerous beings on earth. For the first time, she wondered. Was anybody more dangerous than a Coven enforcer? “You don’t scare me,” she barely ground out.
One dark eyebrow lifted. “Then you’re not as smart as I assumed. You’re young, and you’ve been fairly sheltered from the world, Felicity. Watch yourself.” A twisting of his wrist in her hair accompanied the warning. “Any man who’d attempted to drug me would be dead. Any woman I didn’t know would be brought before the Coven Nine and probably seriously burned. And a woman I’ve fucked three ways to Sunday? Well, now. She’d be wincing every time she tried to sit down for the near future.”
The hand tethering her head kept her from moving, so she glared. “Careful, witch.”
“As I was saying, we haven’t properly dealt with the fact that you drugged me and made me chase you across the world and nearly drown.”
She swallowed, her body tensing. “You’re not serious.”
Both eyebrows went up.
She held perfectly still. Her lungs compressed. Though she was trained, and she had power, she’d seen him fight. The man was made for it. “Listen, Enforcer. When I drugged you, I didn’t even know you.” They sure hadn’t been intimate before she’d tricked him. Then she caught herself. What in the heck was she doing, reasoning with him?
“Good point.” He leaned in, his eyes an inch away. “I’ve been inside you now, and you’ve moaned my name, so that changes things.”
“No.” Regret mingled with the desire blazing through her. “I’m sorry.” Because she did see him. No way, no way, would he allow a woman he cared about to fight to the possible death, which was something she had to do. It had to be her. Forget equality, forget feminism, he was an enforcer and a protector. He wouldn’t stand by as somebody he cared about walked into danger, and if they continued to be together, he’d care. Whether he knew it or not, he acted from the heart and not the head. “What we had was one night in a blizzard. That’s all.”
“Prove it.”
“Wh-what?” she breathed.
He closed the small distance between their faces, his breath stirring her lips. “Prove you don’t want me. You don’t want more.”
Her panties dampened. She was at a distinct disadvantage when it came to experience, and she knew it. Her mate had been her first and only, and he’d been more a gentle roll and sweet trust. Although Daire had definitely tried to be gentle, there was nothing sweet about him. He was all fire and storm, and a part of her, a female part she’d denied for so long, wanted to feel the bluster and ride the burn.
His nostrils flared, no doubt scenting her arousal. “Go ahead. Say it.”
Denying the obvious was silly. “You know I want you, but I have a job to do, and if we continue, you’ll just get in the way.”
“I’m in the way now, baby.” His lips took hers.
Sparks exploded in her blood, and her mind blanked. He worked her mouth, bending her back, forcing her sex against his hard cock. Demanding, even through the jeans, it jumped against her.
She couldn’t move. He held her right where he wanted her, their mouths fused, her legs spread, her butt on his hard thighs, her breasts flattened by his chest.
Yes, Yes, Yes. She kissed him back, her hands frantic on his flesh, her body alive.
Warning clanged in the back of her head, and she knew she was making a colossal mistake, but she didn’t care. Right now, in Daire’s arms, she just wanted more. Wanted to feel like a woman, alive and whole. He gave her that. Even so aroused she could barely think, she knew, deep down, that Daire gave her that sense of completeness.
He released her mouth so she could breathe and peppered hard kisses across her jaw and down her throat, tilting her down between his knees and toward the thick rug. She arched against him, the decadence of the position thrilling.
With the grace of any panther, while holding her aloft, he dropped to his knees and stretched them both out. The second his groin settled against hers, they both groaned.
He ripped her shirt over her head in one smooth motion, and then his mouth found her breasts. Nipping and suckling, licking and kissing, he hummed enjoyment as he made her writhe with need. Electricity charged from her nipples to her clit, whipping up a maelstrom of hunger she never could’ve imagined. “So much,” she gasped.
“Just wait.” Without missing a beat, he shoved off her yoga pants. Then, levering himself up on one elbow, he held his hand, palm down, over her breasts. Fire crackled.
She jumped.
He chuckled, the sound dark and aroused. “Don’t move.”
She sucked in air, her eyes widening.
Fire cascaded across his palm, dancing and threatening, primal in its beauty. He waited a beat, then another one, and finally lowered his hand.
The heat caressed across her, biting softly. The air whooshed out of her lungs, and she laughed.
He smiled. “You like fire.”
She loved fire. At the thought, she sobered.
“Nope. Stay with me.” He rolled off her, throwing his jeans aside with the movement, and then sat with his back to the couch. Grabbing her, he pulled her toward him.
Big. Huge. Way big. She couldn’t look away from his fully erect penis. “Um—”
Both of his hands at her hips lifted her, and her knees dropped to the sides of his thighs. “Take your time,” he ordered, sounding like he’d swallowed gravel. Sweat dotted his upper lip, and the muscles in his arms flexed as if he held himself back.
She pressed her hands against his rippling abdominal muscles and slowly lowered herself down. Several times she had to stop and breathe out, relax her body, in order to take all of him. Finally, her rear rested against his thighs. He filled her, and mini-explosions rocked rhythmically through her sex. “You’re big,” she said, and sighed.
He laughed and smoothed hair away from her face. “I like the sweet, honest side of you, Felicity.”
She tried not to wince. In less than an hour, he wasn’t going to like her at all.
His lips firmed. “Whatever you’re planning, don’t do it.”
It was too late. She caressed down his abs to his thighs and then tilted her butt and lifted up.
His sharp intake of breath spurred her on. So she did it again. Tension crackled around them. Every time she moved, he scraped against nerves inside her, sparking shards of raw pleasure to her clit. Although she wanted to go fast, wanted to reach that climax, torturing him held its own appeal. Having command over such a powerful being, such a deadly one, was better than any aphrodisiac.
Just how crazy could she drive him? It was their last time together, that was for sure. She cupped his hard jaw, enjoying the faint scratch of whiskers against her skin. His eyes glowed a fathomless green in the firelight, which slid over the hard planes of his face. With his black hair and full lips, there was no question as to his Irish heritage. So handsome. He kept her gaze, emotion bright in his, a warning glint not far off. “Felicity,” he said, rolling the sound of her name with his brogue.
A small voice in the back of her head told her to tell him how much the last few nights had meant to her. How much he already meant to her, and thank him for what he’d done. He’d reminded her of who she could be. But first, she had a job to do. So she kept silent and tried to memorize his face.
He was visibly struggling to control himself, and power flushed through her. She wiggled her butt and clenched her internal muscles.
Strong hands clamped on her hips. He lifted her and set her back down, starting a wild rhythm that ricocheted pleasure so far inside her, the sensation had to spiral out. She cried out, holding his arms, trusting him to get her there.
He stopped, fully embedded in her, his cock pulsing in time with her ragged breaths. She tried to move, gasping when he held her firm. “What?” she panted.
“Stay still.” One hand kept her in place while the other lifted, green sparks careening between his fingers.
