Mercury's War (20 page)

    Her moan met his kiss. Her tongue twined around his, and the pleasure of that shouldn’t have been so intense. He shouldn’t have felt her stroking of his tongue echo in his cock. He shouldn’t have felt the warmth of her sinking into the very pores of his body.

    He let her hands remove his shirt before he returned to her lips. He let her unbuckle his belt, release his jeans. And when her soft hands wrapped around the heavy length of his erection, he had no choice but to draw back from her.

    He pushed her robe from her shoulders and growled at the sight of the one-piece silk-and-lace teddy she wore beneath it.

    “Take that off.” He moved back from her after unwrapping her fingers from his shaft. “I don’t want to destroy more of your clothing.”

    He sat down on the edge of the bed and jerked his boots and socks off. He wasn’t going to fuck her with his boots on again. He wanted skin on skin, heat matching heat.

    When he rose and shed his jeans, she still stood before him, her eyes going over him with hunger as she licked her lips with a nervous little stroke.

    “You’re huge,” she finally whispered, reaching out for him again.

    “And you’ve already taken me once, so we don’t have a problem there.” He didn’t want that growl in his voice, but it was still there. Animalistic. Rasping.

    “Maybe more of a problem than you think,” she told him, her eyes, her face, her scent-hell, he could scent her now-becoming demanding.

    “No problems,” he informed her as her hands pressed against his chest.

    “I want to taste you now.” She pushed against him, pressing him to the bed, shocking him with the demand.

    Women wanted him to fuck them. They wanted him wild and hungry on their bodies, but Mercury had to admit this was the first time one had wanted to taste him.

    And this one, he knew, could destroy him with her touch.

CHAPTER 12

    Ria was surprised when Mercury submitted to her need that he lie back. He moved until he was in the middle of the bed, his savage features wicked, sensual. His tilted eyes, the flicker of blue in them, and the sexy quirk of his lips were enough to make any woman wet.

    But his approval at her touch sent her juices spilling from her. That sexy grumbling little growl as she stroked her hands up his legs, moving between them, coming over him, made her heart race.

    And his body. That body was definitely the talk of many a woman that had glimpsed it. The online blogs and Breed sighting websites were filled with talk of this body. Six-four and broad. Proportional. Legs that were muscular and strong, the strength and power beneath his flesh would bring out any woman’s more feminine instincts.

    The instinct to submit beneath him. To have him cover her, take her, draw screams of pleasure from her.

    But she hadn’t expected him to be willing to lie beneath her touch so easily. The male animal inside him was stronger than most men; she knew that just from the time she had spent with him. And he was hungry. Hard and aroused. The thick length of his cock rose from the heavy sac between his thighs, along the hard planes of his muscular abdomen.

    Thickly veined, the flesh a golden bronze, matching the rest of his skin. But that heavy shaft was absent the fine pelt of body hair that covered the rest of his flesh.

    It was silk over iron, the broad head throbbing, damp with pre-cum. And with a Breed, there was no need to worry about birth control or STDs. They were the perfect lovers. He would break her heart and she knew it.

    But until then, she could enjoy. She lowered her head and stroked her tongue along the length of his erection, licking and stroking. She tasted the thick crest, drew the essence of him onto her tongue and moaned at the taste. It was like midnight. Like a fire burning in the hearth as a cold wind blew outside. Earthy. Not sweet, not tart, but clean and completely male. And she wanted more of it.

    Her tongue flickered over the tiny slit, aware as she did so that his hands clenched in the comforter as he arched to her.

    So much power. She could feel it throbbing in the air around them and beneath the broad head of his erection. And it filled her. The power of one woman over the sleek animalistic male beneath it. It was heady. An aphrodisiac all its own. And when she filled her mouth with him, that power intensified. His body tightened, his hips jerking as though he wanted to do nothing more than thrust into her mouth as he had taken her body earlier.

    “Damn you,” his voice rumbled. “That’s so damned good, Ria.”

    She licked as she sucked at the broad cock head. Teased and stroked and let her senses fill with him. The taste of him, the heat of him.

    One hand lifted from the blankets, cupped the side of her face, and he watched her. As though the experience were special, as though he had never had a woman suck him into her mouth.

    How could any woman resist? The sight of the blue intensifying in his eyes made her crazy with lust. The small taste she’d had of his semen had her craving more, as though it were addictive. As though the taste of him were all she needed to survive.

    She worked her mouth over his straining cock head, sucked it to the back of her mouth, flicked her tongue against the sensitive underside and moaned at the dark arousal filling her when his hands clenched in her hair.

    She had never liked the power games men played in bed. The pain that they believed would force submission of her sexuality to them. The calculation in each act. With Mercury, there was none of that, but each hard tug at her hair had her moaning with pleasure. She liked it with him. It wasn’t calculated. It was pleasure. It was the man following her into that shadowed realm of hungers that she knew had never been sated until his touch. And then, it had only been satisfied until he touched her again.

    “Beautiful,” he groaned. “The feel of your mouth, Ria. Damn.” He arched, pressing more into her mouth as she retreated.

    She wrapped her fingers around the heavy stalk of flesh, with no hope of surrounding it completely, and stroked. Her lips slid from the head, caressed down the shaft, and she licked and sucked at the tight sac below, as his hands deepened the fire in her scalp.

    She felt the scrape of his nails against her head. Those blunted claws, the physical representation of the animal inside him, and she nearly came from the feel of it.

    Her clit was swollen, throbbing. Need was knifing through her body, and the hunger for more of him was driving her mouth.

    “Keep this up, Ria, I’ll come.” His voice was thick, almost a purr itself, with a growl throbbing beneath it. “I’m going to fill that pretty mouth if you don’t stop.”

    She sucked him deeper, tightening her lips and her mouth around the broad head and working it with her tongue, with the roof of her mouth. She loved it, laved it; she moaned around it.

    His hand tightened more and she whimpered with the ecstatic pleasure. She sucked him more, needing his taste. She needed it, ached for it.

    “Ria. Damn you.” He pulled at her hair again.

    Moving one hand from his cock, she raked her nails down his thighs and would have cried out at the force with which his hips jerked.

    His hands held her still then; a snarl left his lips and his seed spurted hard, hot, filling her mouth with that wild taste as she fought to consume each heated pulse.

    She was almost coming herself from the sheer excitement of it, the taste of him. The taste was like fire, burning through her cells and filling her with something just as wild as the lust burning between them.

    When she had taken all he had to give her, he surprised her again. Shocked her. He pulled her along his body, gripped her hips, and before she realized his intention he’d buried several hard inches inside the weeping depths of her pussy.

    He was still aroused. Still iron-hard and hungry.

    Resisting the force of his hands, she lifted, opening her eyes to stare down at him before she took those inches again, working herself on the thick intrusion and loving every second of it.

    She had never had a lover take her after finding his own release. Hell, she had never been with a man who could find his release more than once in a forty-eight-hour period.

    “Take me.” Mercury stared back at her.

    She smiled into the fierce set of his features. Savage lust gleamed in his eyes, in the hard, sharp angles of his face.

    “Make me.”

    Challenge. Defiance.

    Mercury stared into Ria’s eyes and saw the things he had never seen in another woman’s. Acceptance.

    The animal lust was rising inside him, something he had always fought before, something he had no ability to fight with Ria. And he saw her acceptance of it.

    He’d never had a woman go down on him. They feared his release, the infection of his semen. He’d never had one take him. His Ria was taking him. Struggling against him, challenging him to take her, begging him to.

    “You don’t want me to do that, Ria,” he groaned, his hands clenching on her hips. “Take me, baby. Don’t do this to both of us.”

    He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to release the primal lust pounding in his veins and demanding that he fuck her as he wanted to.

    She gave him a sexy little pout, lifted her hips, wiggled against his hold and teased him more. Her tight pussy, so fucking tight it burned into his flesh, clenched and milked at the engorged head of his cock. But just the head. She was tormenting him with the hold she had on him. She was tempting a part of him he had never allowed to rise inside him.

    “Maybe that’s exactly what I want, Mercury.” She leaned forward and nipped his lips.

    When he tried to catch her kiss, she shook her head and a light, sexy laugh left her.

    “Ria.” The warning was ignored as she lifted again, nearly freeing her body of him before he slammed his hips upward, taking more of her, but not enough. “This is the wrong time to tease, sweetheart.”

    “Take me again, Mercury,” she whispered, her nails digging into his chest. “I dare you.”

    He could feel the sweat building on his chest as he tried to force more into her and she fought him further. She was in a position of control, slippery and wet, and tempting him. Tempting something he didn’t recognize within his own lust.

    He tried to breathe in, to clear his head of the red tide of lust sweeping over him, but all he could smell was her challenge, her need ripping through his senses.

    He strained against her and she lifted again. His hands tightened on her hips to slam her down on him, and she wiggled, fought until she was free of him.

    It was the final straw.

    “I dare you,” she groaned.

    With a surge of power, he lifted her, flipped her to her stomach and rose over her. He wrapped an arm beneath her hips, lifted her, held her and buried himself inside her.

    She took part of him in the first thrust with a strangled cry. She took more with the second; on the third powerful stroke of his hips, he was buried full-length inside her and almost roaring out his triumph as she screamed out her pleasure.

    It
was
pleasure. Her sheath convulsed around him, her juices spilled along his shaft, and her body writhed with impending release.

    “Taken.” He rose over her, locked his teeth on her shoulder to hold her in place and began thrusting inside her with all the raging lust and hunger that had been inside him for a lifetime.

    It didn’t take either of them long. The hard, powerful strokes of his cock inside her sent them both hurtling into ecstasy. Mercury felt her tighten, felt her pussy spasm and heard her release in the strangled scream that filled his head. Her cries mingled with his growls as he felt his own release begin spilling from him. And still he thrust, stroked, snarled with the power of the pleasure. Until he had given her all he had, more than he had ever thought he could give a woman, and collapsed over her.

    Hell, he hadn’t even taken her gown off. He hadn’t stroked or sucked her pretty breasts. He hadn’t tasted the sweet flesh between her thighs again. He had just taken her. Savagely. And never had completion been so deep, so satisfying.

    He still lay over her, hating the thought of pulling free of her, of releasing her from his possession and once again facing reality.

    She had no idea the power of her hold on him, and it wasn’t just physical. It went deeper. It called something from him that made no sense, something he knew he should be wary of, and yet couldn’t find the strength to search for answers to.

    “If you move I’m gonna kill you,” she sighed drowsily.

    “I’m heavy.” He kissed her shoulder.

    He had bit her. A smear of blood stained her shoulder now; the print of four sharp canines were indented into her flesh.

    “You’re so warm,” she sighed, and he could hear the exhaustion in her voice. “I’m so tired of being cold, Mercury. Keep me warm, just for a few more minutes. Inside and out. Let me stay warm.”

    He stilled against her, looked at her profile. Her lashes covered her eyes, and he swore she was but seconds from sleep. And she wanted only to be warm for a little while longer.

    Could he deny her that? He knew what the cold felt like, that feeling that there was nothing to warm him, that the loneliness had dug its way so deep inside him that he would never know what true warmth was.

    Yet she had warmed him.

    He realized that. Something frozen inside him had been warmed the moment he glimpsed her, and right now, holding her just like this, there wasn’t even the slightest chill inside him or outside of him.

    He wouldn’t deny her that, when she had given it to him.

    He held her, let her slip into sleep, then pushed the forgotten laptop to the corner of the headboard before jerking the comforter around them and easing beside her.

    She moaned at the loss, but only until he wrapped himself around her. He surrounded her with his arms, embraced her legs with his and let her head tuck against his neck, the feel of her breath against him there comforting.