Chosen by Fate (27 page)

She nodded her head. “It did.”

“So what do you want? My hands or my dick?”

His words seemed to shock her. Again. The fact that he could shock her just by talking dirty to her was a huge turn-on.

“Which one, Wraith?”

“Your . . . your dick . . .”

“Good. That’s what I want, too. But first, I want to play a little more. Lie down.”

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s if she were a robot obeying Caleb’s every command, Wraith laid down on the hard floor. She couldn’t take her eyes away from his erection. It thrust out aggressively, thick and hard, from between his thighs. Everything about the man was overblown, including his dick. He had the body of a warrior. Pumped up biceps. Hard pecs and rippled abs. Sturdy thighs with lean muscles layering his calves. Even his fingers looked strong. Capable. But her gaze kept returning to his crowning glory—his muscular shaft topped with a rounded, bulbous head. It quivered slightly, as if it was a horse waiting at the gate, ready for the race to begin.

To appear more confident than she was feeling, she stretched, pretending to preen beneath his gaze when part of her wanted to cover the bluish-hued skin that announced her as something different. Abnormal.

He knelt down and crouched over her, spread her thighs and moved between them. He was big and as hard as steel, and from the tightness of his features, she knew he wanted to plunge inside her rather than play. But instead of shoving himself into her body, he pushed her hair away from her face and bent down. Kissed her ear. Then her neck. Pain was the furthest thing she felt. She let out a soft sound of pleasure.

Caleb trailed his hand down her face and neck to her chest and gently cupped the weight of one breast in his hand. He massaged it slowly. He then trailed his mouth down her throat to her chest, not quite kissing her, but definitely taking his time. When he reached the breast he held, he cupped it tighter in his hand and lifted it to his mouth, opening his mouth over the nipple and sucking it gently inside.

The warm suction caused tremors to explode between Wraith’s thighs, and she moaned softly. At the sound, he increased the pressure of his mouth, then released her nipple with a soft pop. He bit down softly on the tip.

Pleasure shot through her like a jolt of electricity. Her body arched up. For one moment, she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and rake her fingers down his back. That scared her so much she tried pushing him away. Physically and emotionally. She shoved against his shoulders, but he didn’t budge. “I thought this was about showing me some pleasure, O’Flare, not lulling me to sleep.”

Caleb raised his head and looked at her. His eyes had darkened so much, they seemed almost black. He grabbed her wrists and lowered her hands to her side, then trailed his hand down to her crotch. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you awake.” He used his own legs to push hers farther apart. “Bend your knees.”

Wraith complied and he pushed one thigh toward the ground, opening her wide for his gaze and touch. Before she could move, he spread her apart and inserted a long finger into her. Wraith bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud as he circled it slowly inside of her, testing the muscles that hugged him.

“Does this hurt? Too much?”

She barely heard him. Spasms of pleasure wracked her body, threatening to obliterate all thought.

“You’re so tight.” He pulled his finger out of her slowly, and then pushed it back in, even deeper than before.

Wraith’s hips involuntarily lifted as her body and mind tried to absorb each new sensation shivering through her. She kept her voice calm but wondered if he could detect the breathless huskiness that had altered it. “It . . . it doesn’t hurt. Not at all.”

She wasn’t lying, either. Whatever pain there was—and yes, she suspected it was there—was washed out by the pleasure of his touch.

Caleb didn’t react to that statement. He seemed fascinated by the sight of his finger moving in and out of her. By the contrast of his strong, tanned wrist and the soft dusting of platinum hair covering her pale flesh. As she watched, he withdrew his hand, and she was mesmerized by the slick shine on his finger. It was wet. From her.

He lifted his finger to his mouth and licked, filling her with combined terror and desire. Her legs shifted restlessly, and he focused on her core, pinning her in place with hot eyes. “I’ve got to taste you.”

“Wait . . .”

Before she could say more, he bent down, pushed her legs apart, and crowded his shoulders into the cradle of her body. He inserted his finger into her again and flicked his tongue over her clitoris. The pleasure was staggering, and she moaned, a raw, desperate sound of need. He removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue, stabbing it in and out of her.

The pleasure built until she thought she was going to explode. Her body’s response stunned her, making her realize that the release she’d gotten from Cole with the drugs, or from Ramsey with the pain, had been child’s play. She closed her eyes and clasped Caleb’s head, sighing when the smooth strands of his hair tangled in her fingers. She felt him stiffen at her touch and almost cried out when he pulled away with one last lingering swipe of his tongue.

He grabbed her by the back of her bent knees and spread them wide. Prepared to enter her. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can hold off very long. I’ll probably come as soon as I get inside you. But we’ve got all day. Right?”

Wraith’s breath was barreling in and out of her so hard that she was shaking. He let go of one knee and gripped his shaft, rubbed it against her clit in tight dragging circles. Then pushed it against her opening. She moaned. “Right, Wraith?” His narrowed eyes bore into her as he rubbed even harder. “Right?”

She nodded her head. “Caleb . . .” She stopped talking as the broad tip of his cock prodded at her. When he slipped it in just the slightest inch, he groaned.

She couldn’t look away from him. His face was contorted as if in pain. She felt a thrill at the thought that she was pleasuring him. When she felt him push another inch into her, the thrill was overcome by panic.

Memories washed over her. Memories of being invaded—by the mage. Ramsey. Even Colt, the vampire who thought he’d been saving her from Ramsey. Others. Although Colt hadn’t wanted to cause her pain, he still had, but only at the moment he entered her. The drugs had numbed everything else, but whenever Colt entered her—anyone had entered her—the pain had been devastating.

Now Caleb was pushing inside her, bigger than anyone she’d ever taken.

He felt huge, stretching her beyond capacity. And he’d only just started.

“God, you are so fucking tight.” Caleb tried to push in another inch, but stopped when her body resisted.

Wraith’s immediate thought was that she’d kill him. She’d kill him if he stopped now.

 

What the hell? Caleb stiffened his muscles, fighting the urge to keep going. But Wraith’s tight muscles had swallowed the tip of him, surrounding him with such incredible heat that he was a hairbreadth from losing it. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his body trembled with the effort of holding still. The only thing that kept him from pushing farther into her was the look in her eyes. That pain had come close to overriding pleasure was clear on her face.

Wraith was a virgin.

Equal parts shock and shame filled him, tempering his lust, but by no means extinguishing it. He’d known she was more than she appeared. That she had a good heart despite her cocky, mouthy demeanor. But to know that no other man had been inside her? That she’d trusted him with that when she’d never trusted anyone else?

He shifted, ready to move off her but freezing when she grasped his hips and moaned. The deep, throaty sound was tinged unmistakably with the sound of pleasure. A tremor went through her, making the muscles of her pussy contract around him. She arched upward. He hissed and closed his eyes, grabbing her hips and pinning them down on the ground. He took several deep breaths and then opened his eyes. She stared back at him, a slight furrow between her eyes.

“Come on. Do it.” She tried shifting her hips in his grasp, but he held firm.

Caleb told himself to pull out of her. But he couldn’t. Even only partially inside her, even swamped by a tangled mess of emotions, he felt more alive than he ever had. He cleared his throat. “You’re a virgin?”

Unbelievably, she shook her head. He let out a disbelieving snort and pushed against her. The head of his dick butted up against an unmistakable barrier, pulling another gasp from her.

“Don’t lie. If you weren’t, I’d be all the way inside you right now.”

Her lips firmed, and she moved her hands from his hips to his shoulders. “I already told you. I’ve been fucked before, Caleb. Only I’m a wraith. My body regenerates itself. Get it?”

He blinked. Yeah, he got it. He should have guessed, of course, but he hadn’t. The idea of her body maintaining a barrier against him, a way to shield herself from his lustful invasion, shocked every doubt he’d harbored about this moment back to life.

She pushed against him, but he resisted, countering her movement with muscles honed from years of battle. She growled in frustration.

She gripped his wrists, trying to get him to release her hips. Again, he didn’t budge.

“Look, I didn’t realize your offer was dependent on my expertise. Apparently, you don’t believe me, or me having a hymen is a total turn-off for you. So just get off.” When he didn’t, she pushed once more against his chest. She was strong, but he was stronger. An immovable force.

He grabbed her hands, and this time he pinned them on either side of her face. The movement dropped his weight so that her luscious tits cushioned his chest, and her thighs involuntarily spread wider. Her hips shimmied, sending a sizzle of pleasure through him. He groaned, dropping his forehead onto hers and trying to make her understand. “It’s not that . . . It’s just . . . Am I really what you want?”

She frowned. “Wanted. Past tense.” Once more, she tried to shove him away.

“Because you’re what I want, Wraith. I’d give my soul to fuck you right now.”

Her eyes were huge. Her breath thready. Just when he thought she was going to tell him to go to hell, he felt the soft caress of her legs as she brought them up and around his waist. “Then do it,” she whispered.

The husky command made his hips involuntarily jerk. A haze of lust blurred his vision, and suddenly he was moving. Growling. He pistoned himself into her in short, shallow thrusts, not deep enough to break through the barrier of her virginity but enough to rub against her sensitive nerves. He saw the minute pleasure began to annihilate her control.

She closed her eyes, biting her lip to keep in her moans. But he didn’t need to hear her to sense her pleasure. He could see it in her face. Feel it in the way her muscles contracted around him.

He released one of her hands and squeezed his between them, searching for her clit through her moist folds. She gasped when he hit the right spot and he continued his shallow thrusts. She raised her hips and slid herself back and forth over his cock.

He closed his eyes, blocking out her innocence. Blocking out his conscience. He concentrated on his own pleasure. On the gasps of pleasure that he was drawing from her. And soon his body was tightening, preparing itself to send a stream of come straight into her body. Unrestrained. Unfettered. Unsheathed. In one corner of his mind, he suddenly realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Shit, Wraith, stop . . .”

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, tossing her head back and forth, working herself on him frantically.

Caleb threw back his head and closed his eyes, absorbing every shimmer of sensation. “I can’t . . .” He released her wrist and straightened, searching for the strength to pull out of her.

“Stop. Don’t stop,” she whimpered. She grasped at him, but he lurched back, groaning as he slipped out of her.

“I’m sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll . . .” He was about to say he would take care of her. That he wouldn’t leave her without pleasuring her. But she suddenly raised herself to her knees and went after him, grabbing hold of his dick, wrapping her long, cool fingers around him, jerking him off. Against his will, he covered her hand, guiding her movements with his own and showing her what he liked. Soon, the world seemed to fade and a buzzing sounded in his ears. He felt his sperm building. Gathering inside him until he was ready to explode.

“Caleb . . .”

He spoke through gritted teeth. “Please. Keep doing that.”

Caleb’s eyes flew open to see her gaze on his face. As he continued to work her grip over him, he didn’t look away. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his entire body shook. Sweat dotted his forehead.

Caleb stilled her hand and squeezed it tightly around his cock. He shouted as he came, and semen shot out of him in violent bursts, covering her hand and her belly. They knelt that way for several moments as tremors racked him. Suddenly, he collapsed forward, taking her down to the ground.

 

Wraith curled up into a ball, the small distance between her and Caleb seeming like a deep, cavernous abyss.

He’d come. She’d pleased him. That tempered some of her disappointment. But to know that he’d held back, that he hadn’t taken her when that’s what she’d wanted . . . She’d begged him, and he’d rejected her yet again.

She dragged herself up, determined to get away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him.

She wildly resisted, needing to get away. “Let go, you bastard!”

He wrestled her around until she was on her back and he was kneeling over her. “You deliberately didn’t tell me you were physically a virgin. Why?”

“Because I knew you and your overblown conscience would get cold feet again. Hell, it took you so long to touch me because you thought it would hurt me, what more if you realized I was technically a virgin, even if it was for the fifth or tenth time of my life?”