Lizzie Lynn Lee (6 page)

“You haven’t told me what happened to Duval. Did you get the police involved at all?” she asked.

Gabe tapped his fingers on his desk, resisting the urge to take her leg, peel off the sock and examine it up close and personal to see if her skin was as smooth as it looked. “No. My security personnel handled this matter quietly.”

“You mean you have Duval in your custody?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

“I need to see him.”

“Revenge?”

“And questions. But yeah, it wouldn’t hurt to kick his fat ass a bit. That son of a bitch told me I was good for nothing except dancing at the pole. I know I’m green in this private investigator thing, but I’m no stripper material.”

Gabe frowned, straightening in his seat. He hadn’t thought of what Duval might have done to her before Danielson had prevented him from stuffing Cat into the trunk of his car. The realisation sent a sinking feeling through his guts. “Did he touch you?”

“As if.” Cat made a face. “You think I would have let him if I was conscious?”

“I think not.”

“You know Duval?”

“Not personally. I know
of
him.”

“That’s what he told me about you. He said you and him were in the same circle back in Cape Town.” Cat leant forward, curious. “What kind of circle?”

Always in her detective mode.
“I love to see you wearing my shirt,” Gabe said to distract her.

“Quid pro quo?”

“You ready to bargain?”

“Ha-ha! I’m wearing three of your undershirts. See?” Cat pulled the shirt down to show him the layers of white V-neck she was wearing underneath the Oxford.

“Are you wearing my underwear, too?”

“I’m not that crazy, mister.”

Gabe purred. This kitten was turning out to be the most interesting woman he had ever met. He patted his thighs. “Sit on my lap and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Cat briefly hesitated. But she slid from his desk and bravely straddled him. Gabe groaned in silence. Lust burnt his veins.
Dear God.
His cock jumped with anticipation when her bare pussy pressed against his groin. That defied the whole purpose of layering herself in his clothes, didn’t it? He couldn’t wait to peel off everything until she had nothing to hide her body with in his presence. Gabe wrapped his arms around her waist. He didn’t ever want to let her go.

“What kind of circle did you share with Oliver Duval in South Africa?” she asked.

“Shifter.”

“Shifter?”

“Werelions.”

“Werelions? What’s that?”

“Like werewolves, but we’re lions.”

“There’s no such thing as shapeshifters.”

“Contrary to popular belief, they do exist.”

“You’re bullshitting me, right?”

“I’m certainly not.”

Cat rolled her eyes. “You’re a werelion? Seriously?”

“I’m serious. That was six questions you asked. Six buttons. Loosen them up.”

“I…” She pouted. “You’re lying to me. You think this is all a joke.”

“Catherine…” Gabe sighed. “I’m interested in you. Very. Interested. The last thing I want to do is lie to you.”

She narrowed her eyes before her long tapered fingers worked on the plain white buttons on the Oxford shirt. There were ten buttons on the shirt, and she’d only fastened five when she’d put the shirt on. She actually owed him one question. Gabe fought hard not to let his triumph show on his face. After all, this was serious business.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

Cat shrugged off the shirt. Gabe flung it on the floor. Like she said, she was wearing layers of his V-neck white undershirts. Her lush breasts made impressive tents in the fabric. Her nipples were hard.

Gabe swallowed hard. “One shirt off.”

“What?”

“Six questions. Five buttons. You owe me a shirt.”

“Didn’t realise you’re good at math.”

“Hmm. How did you think I’d been successful in my business if I wasn’t good at math?”

Cat peeled off one undershirt. Her breasts looked more prominent. So inviting. His mouth watered. His cock hardened. His lion was restless with anticipation.

Her pretty face glowered in grim determination. “Can’t believe I blew all that in stupid questions,” she muttered darkly. She looked down and must have realised she had only two undershirts left. As he suspected, she went to the million-dollar question. “Did you kill Cameron Rossi?”

“No.” Gabe gestured her to lose a shirt.

She did it half-heartedly. “Have you ever killed someone?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes went wide. “Who?”

“The shirt, please.”

Cat yanked it over her head without reserve. She seemed to be consumed by his answer and she paid little attention to her nakedness. Gabe’s heart beat fast. She was more beautiful than he had imagined. That smooth skin. Shapely, ample breasts. From the looks of them, they were real. Her nipples were the colour of ripe raspberries. He couldn’t wait to have a taste.

“Who did you kill?”

“This question will cost you a kiss.”

She jabbed a finger in his chest. “Answer me first.”

“Marius Veron. Alpha of the Veron pride.”

“You mean, he isn’t human?”

“Baby, the way you’re saying it suggests that me and my brothers aren’t human either.”

“All of this is just a big joke to you, isn’t it?”

“Catherine…”

She slid from his lap. “I should have known. Well, ha-ha. Thank you for the laugh.”

“You owe me a kiss.”

“The hell.” Cat strode out of his office angrily. She paused only to scowl. “You sleep on the couch tonight.”

Gabe groaned. His cock strained under his briefs to the point that it hurt. The hell. The hell he’d let her go this time. He’d told her the truth, though deep inside he’d known she wouldn’t easily believe it. But he was telling her the truth. He deserved that kiss.

Gabe got up from his chair to follow her to his bedroom. He was going to collect that kiss whether she liked it or not.

* * * *

Cat slammed the door, fuming.
That man!
Of course he was going to lie. He just wanted to mess with her.
Werelions. What’s up with that?
Her face flushed with heat. She wasn’t sure if it was because he’d toyed with her or the fact that he’d demanded a kiss. Cat remembered when he’d licked the side of her jaw and sucked her earlobe. She hadn’t been able to breathe. All the bones in her body had melted instantly. She was mad. Mostly furious at herself, because she couldn’t stay mad at Gabriel.

The door behind her burst open. Cat instinctively shielded her nakedness. Even that didn’t do much. Gabriel didn’t focus on her bare body. His eyes zeroed on hers. Five strides later, he enclosed her in his arms. He crushed his mouth on hers, kissing her greedily. She squirmed in his arms, her protest weak and futile. She almost fainted when he gave her a chance to breathe.

“Ask me a question. Anything,” he rasped.

“Why are you doing this?” Cat wanted to kick herself in the shin afterward. The questions weren’t free. They came with strings attached. “I didn’t mean that. Void!”

The hungry smile on Gabriel’s face widened. “No one makes a deal with me and voids it. That’s not the way things work.” He swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed. Her back hit the mattress and a heartbeat later he was on top of her. “You asked me why am I doing this. It’s because I want you. Ever since I saw you in the club. I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re doing this to distract me from the truth.”

“Seems to me
you’re
the one who doesn’t want to face the truth.”

“Werelions don’t exist.”

“In due time, my sweet Catherine, I shall prove to you it’s true.” Gabriel brushed his lips on hers. Nibbling. Exploratory kisses.

Cat willed herself not to respond. But three kisses later and she found herself kissing him back. Her back arched as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She ground her hips exasperatedly against his, rubbing his bulging hardness.

Gabriel snaked his hand over her breast, palming and kneading. He pinched it and rolled her nipple with such mastery that a deep, drawing sensation shimmered in her pussy. Gabriel broke the kiss and trailed wet licks over her chest. “God.” He hissed, staring at her breasts. “I love them. They fit perfectly in my palms.” He squeezed her again.

Cat moaned.

“Your nipples are so pretty. Like ripe berries.” Gabriel took a curious lick. “Mm. Sweet. Taste even better than any berries.” Gabriel lowered his head. He darted his tongue out and flicked it against her nipple. She jerked. A high-octane pleasure jolted through her. Gabriel traced her areola with the tip of his tongue. Her heart thumped harder. He sucked her breast greedily, making her toes curl.

Jesus.
Cat grabbed his shoulders and clawed her nails into his expensive shirt, not caring if she ruined it. Her spine kinked in pleasure. Each suck made her tummy flutter and her pussy clench, wet with desire. Gabriel released her nipple. His gaze shifted to her untouched one. He latched onto it hungrily. Cat yelped. Pure pleasure swept her mind to oblivion. She writhed and bit her lower lip. If she screamed, would anybody hear what they were doing? The bedroom door wasn’t closed properly. Was there anybody else in Gabriel’s apartment?

Cat clawed the bed sheet. Her spine felt as if it had melted into liquid. Gabriel wasn’t only sucking her, he was also playing with her nipple. His tongue circled the tip of it where it was most sensitive. Suddenly, she wanted to come so badly. Her pussy quivered and creamed.

She wanted to yell again when he released her. Both her nipples were red, hot and throbbing from the delicious abuse. Gabe’s eyes gleamed with lust—they were almost luminous.

“Ask me another question.” His voice was gruff. Needy.

“Are you crazy?”

“Hmm. Yes, I am. Crazy about you.” With both hands, he splayed her thighs apart. Her pussy was bare for him to see.

“Gabriel!”

He dived into her pussy and gave the hood of her clit a long lick. The impact was devastating. She would have dropped on to her knees and keeled over if she hadn’t already been on her back. She closed her thighs, trying to push him away. Gabriel growled and planted his hands firmly on her flesh, shoving her legs apart again. He licked her wet seam and paused before her clitoris. He looked up. Their gazes clashed. A smile spread on his face. Cat mewled when he sucked her clit the way he had sucked her nipples. Unadulterated pleasure shot through her centre, paralysing her being for long seconds.

She gasped. She writhed.

Gabriel’s torture didn’t end with the sucking. He parted her pussy lips and slid a finger into her entrance.

“Gabe…”

He slid in another finger. Her pussy stretched around his rough, large fingers. She could feel the callused part of his knuckles. Divine. He sucked her clit again while he finger-fucked her with short, precise jabs.

Cat cursed, grabbing Gabriel’s hair. A maddening urge to come overwhelmed her. Gabriel had long fingers that could reach deeper into her cunt than she could reach without the aid of vibrator. And the man was a thousand times better than her much-loved Hitachi wand. The moment Gabriel rubbed her secret spot she knew she was done for.

He’d barely given her a dozen rubs when a galvanic orgasm tore through her.

She screamed, her head thrown backward. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, her juice seeping down his wrist.

Gabriel let go of her clit. He watched her ascend to rapture. He didn’t stop stroking her until the last wave of her climax had dissipated. Cat had to stop him. She couldn’t take any more stimulation. He withdrew his fingers and licked them like a starving cat.

“God,” he growled. “You’re so luscious. Ask me another question, Catherine.”

What? Another question? That means…

She swallowed hard. So far, what he had confided to her were lies. Why should she give him the satisfaction? She mumbled, “No.”

“No?” He sounded more amused than mad.

“No, no questions. You’re just jerking me around.”

“I told you I would do no such thing. I answered your questions truthfully.” Gabriel stood up and started undressing.

“That’s not going…” Her words evaporated in her throat. She wanted to say that his getting naked wouldn’t change her mind. But a glance at the perfect body underneath his shirt and her mind scattered. He shrugged off the V-neck white undershirt, the same kind she’d worn less than fifteen minutes ago, and unbuckled his belt.

His pants dropped. His briefs followed.

Cat unconsciously swallowed her saliva at the sight of his cock.

It was as beautiful as the rest of him. A cock made for fucking and to be blown. Thick, hard and long. And it was fully erect from a nest of dark thatch. He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his socks hurriedly. The bed dipped as he spooned himself next to her. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, and the back of her ear until she liquefied like a dropped ice cream on the pavement under the hot July sun.

“Where were we again?” he asked in a voice that sounded like a purr.

“No questions.” Cat thought she should probably disentangle herself from him and get up. But she didn’t really want to. His body was warm and inviting. His mouth and tongue—oh, my God. They were beyond treacherous. She wondered what his cock could do.

“You sure?”

His hot breath sent shivers throughout her body. He played with her nipples and breasts again.

Gabriel wrenched open her legs and slipped his cock at the juncture of her thighs. Her wetness made his shaft slick when he mimicked fucking her. Her swollen pussy grazed against his granite-hard erection.

Oh, man
, Cat mourned. No woman could resist this type of seduction. There had never been any tales of his wild sexcapades in the tabloids, so she’d never thought he’d be this good at sex. She could feel that satiny-smooth, veined, rigid flesh of his grinding over her pussy lips. And his coarse pubic hair on her ass, sending small thrilling sensations straight up her spine.

Cat buried her face in the bed sheet, muffling her own frustrated growl. “Gabe…”

“Hmm?” He nibbled on her earlobe.

A wave of shudders made her pussy wetter. She elbowed him and turned aside, facing him. Gabriel plastered his lips on hers, wrestling her under his body. The last defiance inside her melted away. She instinctively wrapped her slender legs around his waist. He must have taken it as a sign of surrender, because he growled in triumph and positioned himself on her pussy. His crown nudged her wet opening. His flat abs pressed against hers and his chest brushed her hardened nipples.