Powerful Moves [L.U.S.T.] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

“No, we won’t. If you’ll let me go now I’ll make sure the bed in the guestroom is comfortable and…”

Tavius silenced her with a kiss. He started slow, a tender brush of his lips to hers. When he pulled back enough to gaze at her, he saw a torturous fight twisting with surrender in her eyes. Cheering for the surrender to win, he kissed her again. He slid his hand to the small of her back, holding her more firmly against him as he delved his tongue between her parted lips.

She tasted of passion and fire, of needs and confusion, and it drove him wild. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, of her taste. He wanted more, wished for her to want more.

A fierce jolt of sheer power shot through him.
What the hell
? He pulled back to find her staring at him, her eyes glassy and mystified.

“Maybe you should show me to that guest bed.”
And then bolt across the hall to your own room as quickly as possible
. He didn’t understand what just happened, didn’t know how it happened or what it meant. He only knew she felt it, too. It was the same power he felt blanketing the air in the park, the same energy that sizzled around them from the start, but different somehow, stronger, more disconcerting.

“Touch me.” Her hand slid down his arm, her slender fingers closing around his wrist.

Tavius resisted the tug of her hand. He wanted to touch her. Gods, his hands itched to touch her. He’d wanted her to ask for it. That had been before he felt that inexplicable potency move between them.

Did it come from him? He had never released power without knowing it in the past.

Had she produced the jolt somehow? It seemed more plausible when he considered that he knew very little of the powers she possessed.

“Elena, muirnin, something is going on here.” He tightened his hold on her hip, drew lazy circles with the thumb of his other hand along the small of her back.

“Touch me.” The words sounded of more demand than request this time, her tug on his wrist stronger, harder. She managed to pull his hand from her hip and brought it between their bodies to cover her breast.

The sigh she made mirrored the one rising in his throat. He couldn’t stop his fingers from squeezing at the plump orb in his palm. He couldn’t stop his thumb and forefinger from finding the beaded nipple and closing around it, twisting it lightly until her head fell back on her shoulders and she moaned her pleasure.

He should let her go. He should walk away. Something between them changed in the span of a heartbeat that he couldn’t define.

He also couldn’t resist it.

Tavius dipped his head, licking a path down the length of Elena’s throat as he palmed her breast more fully, more roughly. She lifted her shirt, exposing her breast, and he knew he should stop her. She didn’t want this. At least, that’s what she claimed moments ago.

Her fingers dove into his hair and she guided his head down to her breast. Whatever she did or didn’t want before seemed a moot point now. He pondered that even as he licked her nipple into his mouth. He traced the pebbled surface with his tongue as he sucked. Her taste seared itself into his brain, urging him to sample more of her, pushing all his concerns aside.

He felt crazy, overrun with an alien vigor he couldn’t resist any more than he could control. Her fingers fisted in his hair as he feasted on her breasts, tugging and pulling, and he rode on the forcefulness.

He let his hands fall to her ass, his palms cupping her firm cheeks as her body arched into him. It was madness the way she surrendered to him. It would be so easy to let himself go as well, to take her as completely as he’d wanted almost from the start.

“Elena,” he said hoarsely against her breast. “Muirnin, do you know what you’re doing?” As badly as he wanted her, he couldn’t go a lick further until he knew she was in her own mind. Had the power consumed her enough to take full control?

“Mmm, hmm, I’m trying to get your mouth and hands on more of my body.” She sounded as strained as he felt. Raking fingers of pain and fiery explosions of hunger ripped through his cock.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He wouldn’t be able to stand it if he did anything to hurt her, physically or emotionally. He wouldn’t take advantage of the trust she seemed to be putting in him, wouldn’t take advantage of it, or her, for the sake of his hormones or any powers.

“You said we wouldn’t have sex. There are other ways to make each other come.”

Relief so acute and potent it felt silly rushed through Tavius. She knew. Whatever the jolt of power had been, she at least managed to maintain her senses enough to know her own mind.

It was all the go-ahead he needed. The power still niggled at his brain. He would analyze it later. He might even thank it for giving her this little push. Right now, he would forget it in favor of the offering writhing in his arms.

He turned her, backing her against the wall of the hallway as he started to kneel. He framed her sides with his hands, gliding his palms over her curves as he licked his way down her abs. He stopped at her belly button, dipping his tongue inside and smiling against her flesh when she let out a quivering, breathy laugh.

The laugh turned into a sigh of anticipated pleasure when his hands caught the waistband of her shorts and tugged them and her panties down as he settled on his knees in front of her. Smooth, bare pussy lips met his view, and he didn’t attempt to stifle his moan of appreciation.

“Gods, you are truly beautiful, Elena. This right here”—he traced her bikini tan line with the tip of his finger—“is so incredibly sexy.”

He looked up her body to find her gazing down at him, wonderment twisting with the flames of desire in her expression. “You like tan lines?”

“Love them. The contrast of dark to light flesh is perfect.” He flattened his hands on her thighs and pushed them up her flesh, turning them over when he reached her breasts. He took the heavy weights in his palms. “Just like these.” He skimmed his thumbs over the still-beaded nipples. “Dark nipples and milky flesh are the beauty of the Gods.”

She blushed, a tinge of pink rising to her cheeks that he found endearing to his very soul. Her hair fell around her face like a curtain of blonde silk as she bent her head to look down at him.

He lifted a breast higher, the nipple nearly touching her lips. “Lick it for me, Elena.”

She blinked at him but didn’t question. She opened her mouth, her tongue tracing the pebbled surface the way he did moments before. When she closed her lips around the nipple and sucked it between her teeth, he heard himself make a pained sound he couldn’t be sure he ever heard himself make before.

“Damn, that’s amazing. I have to feel you, muirnin.” He slipped his hands between her legs, turning them to grip her inner thighs. “I need to see you, to taste you.”

“Tavius, please, let me sit down first.” Her hand fisted in his hair, the other flattening on the wall behind her as if she intended to dig her fingers into the sheetrock.

“I’m not letting you move from this spot.” Whatever initiated the change in her resistance might take an about-face if he gave her a second to think. He felt too far gone now to risk it.

He gripped the back of her thigh, guiding her leg up until her foot rested on his shoulder. The new position exposed her pussy wide open for his view.

“Sweet Gods.” Hunger gripped his insides in a tight fist. Whips of desire lashed at his cock and balls. “You’re soaked, Elena. Your pussy lips are glistening with cream.” He palmed her bare mound and closed his eyes as the heat travelled through his arm to explode in raining embers of need through his system. She arched into his hand, her hips gyrating and grinding her pussy into his palm.

He dropped his hand at the sound of protest she made and covered a smile by closing the distance between his mouth and her pussy. “I have to taste that cream, muirnin.”

He didn’t dabble as he might have liked along the outer edges of her smooth pussy lips. He slid his tongue straight into the juicy slit, swiping at the ambrosia he found and moaning his enjoyment.

“The nectar of the Gods,” he whispered against her flesh before driving his tongue in the heated depth of her channel.

“Oh Gods. Tavius.” Her muscles clenched around his tongue as he lapped at her wetness, licking the inner walls of her vagina.

Tavius knew pleasure and sheer torment in that moment. He would get drunk on her taste. He would lose his sanity in her cries.

But what a way to go
.

He pulled his tongue back to catch her clit in a kiss of his lips that drew a crooning cry from her. Her hips rocked against his mouth. He sucked her clit harder. She gasped and bucked harder. He returned his attention to her channel, painting the outer rim with the tip of his tongue before he probed her drenched opening once more. A vicious plunge inside, a quick retreat, and another thrust, and she fell apart around him.

Sweet, hot syrup filled his mouth and bathed his face as she convulsed in his hold. She tried to pull away, attempted to wrench his head from between her legs, but he held fast, unwilling to retreat until he drank every last drop of her delectable cream from her quivering body.

“Tavius, please.” Her weak plea finally drew him away from his feast. He sat back on his heels, lowering her leg she’d placed on his shoulder to the floor. His hands were still on her when she started to collapse.

“Whoa.” He chuckled softly, catching her at the same time he got to his own feet.

“Sorry.” She grinned at him. “You left me a little weak there.”

Tavius kissed the tip of her nose, thinking her more beautiful than she’d been all night now that her flesh was flushed with satisfaction and her expression was lax from her release.

“Don’t worry about it, muirnin. I’ve got you.” He scooped her into his arms and turned for her bedroom. She was already fast asleep by the time he lowered her into her bed.

* * * *

Elena awoke slowly, feeling disoriented. She lay still on her side in the center of her bed, one arm curled beneath her head and pillow, the other cuddled next to her face. Her brain pounded a staccato rhythm against her skull, and she felt fairly certain if she opened her eyes the room would start to spin.

A hangover?
Couldn’t be. She hadn’t drunk that much last night. Had she?

A migraine?
She doubted that since she’d never been prone to them before.

A power drunk
. The explanation skated through her mind almost as an afterthought. She tossed a mental rope, lassoed and brought it back with a yank, realizing it to be the truth. She had gotten power drunk last night, and the after effects of it kicked up a jack hammer in her brain this morning.

Hesitantly, easily, she pried her eyes open to find herself bathed in darkness. Okay, not morning. Still night. Or night again, she realized as bits of the hours prior to her falling asleep came back. She started to fit those pieces together when a metaphysical push to her mind made her stifle a cry.

Elena, are you alright
? Michael, always perceptive and so very protective, spoke in her thoughts. The connection was always stronger when he initiated the contact. It also hurt like a bitch when it sliced through a headache.

“I’m fine. I was sleeping. Where are you?” It was easier for her to whisper than think. He’d hear her regardless.

Gideon and I have returned to LUST
.
What did you do with the man
?

The man?
The question swam several laps in Elena’s mind before the answer surfaced.
Tavius.

A rush of intense flashbacks slammed into her thoughts.

That is a little more than I needed to know
.

Elena’s cheeks grew hot at the combination of surprise and protective disapproval in his tone. “Then you shouldn’t be probing in my head,” she muttered crossly. “I told you I didn’t like all this mental-babble bullshit when you taught me to use it.”

But you cannot argue that it has come in very handy on occasion
.

No, she couldn’t argue with him no matter how much she wished she could. Her telepathic connection with Michael, Gideon, and even Cedric aided them in many missions that might have turned out badly otherwise.

He is powerful, this Tavius
.

Elena didn’t know how to answer that, so she kept her mouth shut and her mind as blank as she could manage. She figured it worked when Michael didn’t comment further.

I assume he is with you now
.

Elena’s vision sharpened in the darkness, and she glanced at the empty bed on either side of her. “He’s in the guestroom.” She hoped.

Gods, for all she knew he could’ve left after…after…

Bring him in as soon as you are up and dressed
.
We have much to discuss
.

Elena felt the mental pop as Michael broke the connection. She expelled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and crawled out of bed. A little unsteady on her feet, she braced herself on the nightstand and waited for the room to stop its tilt-a-whirl tricks.

Damn it, what had the bastard done to her? What sort of power did he use on her?