Phoenix Broken (25 page)

That meant doing more than watching himself with the demon, but getting her out of his head entirely.

One way or the other.

The werewolf's solution was the most tempting one; just fuck her out of his system.

Last night he'd driven her straight home, avoiding temptation. They should have hung at the club longer for appearances, but with Calimente occupied and Docie May gone, he hadn't seen much point. Plus, Des had seemed distracted and he was still a little ticked at her.

Even so, Scott had been tempted to keep her out for hours. To pull her back on the dance floor until she got that breathless look on her face again; her hair wild, laughing that fucking sexy laugh and then…

He'd imagined them in that hallway again, except this time he was the one on his knees.
His hands pushing that peek a boo skirt higher, while her fingers tightened in his hair…

Scott cursed as his cock responded to the half-remembered fantasy.

That was why he'd taken her home—and regretted it all damn night.

He needed to make up his mind. As soon as possible. Adjusting himself in his jeans, Scott scowled. Even when she was nowhere in sight, the damn woman was messing with his focus. Turning the corner to his office, he walked smack into the object of his obsession.

Desdemona stumbled, almost falling. He caught her around the waist before she could go down. Her palms cupped his biceps as she gained her balance.

Her cheeks flushed the instant she looked up at him. Bright red.

She wasn't the type to fluster that easily. Even if she’d noticed the hard-on he'd started to sport thinking about her—which he was sure she hadn’t—Des wouldn’t respond by blushing. Scott's scowl deepened.

"What's up, Des?"

"N-nothing. Just working out."

Lie.

She was wearing gym clothes; drawstring grey shorts and a pink tank, but she wasn't sweaty. Her heart was racing, but he didn't think it had anything to do with exercise. The tell-tale blush spread as he stared, licking over her collarbone, staining the satin curves of her breasts before dipping below her tank. Scott realized he didn't really give a damn what she was hiding right now.

Fuck this shit. I'm done.

Without a word, he backed her through the locker room door she'd just exited.

"Hey!" Her fingers dug into his arms, her heels attempting to dig into the carpet. He lifted her off her feet and kept going.

"Let me go, Johnny!"

He shut her up with his mouth. Scott didn't let her up for air until he had her back pressed against the nearest wall. When he lifted his head, she was trembling, her eyes bright and confused.

The locker room was quiet.

The distant clink of weights and voices were muffled by closed doors. They were alone.

His cock was twitching like a fucking dowsing rod, knowing what it wanted was near.

"Can't you be fucking straight with me?" Scott shook her lightly. "Just once?"

"Been there, done that." She sniffed, lifting her chin. "Not going there again."

"You sure about that, Desdemona?" His voice cut the simmering air between them. “I think I could make you talk. I think I could make you scream.”

Her jaw dropped as Scott leaned in close for those last words. Des tried to pull back, but there was nowhere for her to go. He pressed up against her with deliberate care, making sure she felt exactly how hard he was. Her irresistible sugary-pink lips, swollen from his kiss, parted on a sudden gasp.

"Johnny, please—"

"That's not my name, but the
please
works."

He closed the last breadth of space between them, taking her mouth again. She moaned as his tongue drove between her lips, his hands circling her wrists, pinning them above her head as he ground against her. Those soft curves melted into his hard ones, her body responding to him instantly. It was as if she'd no control where he was concerned. The thought had something wild inside of him beating its chest in savage satisfaction.

Welcome to the fucking club, angel.

Scott explored her mouth ruthlessly, tasting the contours he'd dreamed of over and over. He sucked her full, satiny lower lip into his mouth and sank his teeth into it. Des was shaking when he pulled back.

"What's gotten into you?" she breathed.

"Payback. I owe you, Des."

She frowned in confusion, then his hand slipped between her thighs. Des whimpered as he cupped her there, her lashes fluttering.

Her heat filled his palm, making Scott groan. If he slid his fingers under the fabric, would she be slick and wet for him already? His grip tightened. Des responded with a soft cry, arching into his touch, her nails scraping his skin.

With a curse, he tugged her shorts aside. Whimpers that turned into pleas spilled from Des' lips. Her panties were thin, and soaked. Just as he'd hoped they'd be. His eyes never left hers as he dipped a finger under the fabric. Her pupils dilated instantly, black pools edged with grey. Taut thighs locked on his wrist as she moved against him.

“Please,”
she whispered again.

That one word threatened to unravel him. His cock throbbed in his pants, demanding to be buried in that slick heat. But Scott had other plans first. So many fucking plans.

Des crumpled against the wall when he pulled his hand from her, her legs shaking so badly she could hardly keep her feet. He pinned her in place with his hips, lifting his fingers to his mouth, watching her eyes widen.

"You've tasted me, it's only fair I get to taste you."

Her shell-shocked gaze fell to his lips, then back to his eyes as he licked his fingers, her mouth going slack. Scott took the opportunity, kissing her again, more slowly this time,
thoroughly.
He savored her moans as she tasted herself on him.

"Sweet, aren't you?" he murmured in her ear, hooking both thumbs in the waist of her shorts and panties. Scott went to his knees in one smooth movement, yanking the material down with him. Des gave a strangled cry that he ignored. His eyes were busy. Very.

From the silver hoop winking at her belly button, to her small waist, to the curvy sweep of her hips, Des was exquisite. All that melted caramel skin, smooth and bare except for a tiny patch of dusky brown curls at her center.

Scott ran a finger over them, parting those lips a fraction, watching the moisture beading out from her core. His breath caught.

Fuck.

"I bet you'll be even sweeter right from the source."

Des sucked in a breath at his words. She smelled insanely good; a combination of sunshine and surf and aroused woman that made his mouth water. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips.

Des moaned, looking down at him, her hips lifting in obvious invitation.

"Easy, angel," he whispered. "I'll get there, just taking my time." He laid a trail of soft sucking kisses from her belly button down to those sodden curls, feeling her taut stomach contract and flutter. Slowly, he ran the tip of his tongue through her softness, tracing the silken seam of her pussy. She let out a desperate whine that made him want to throw her down and fuck her right on the goddamn floor.

Instead, he used his thumbs to spread her wide.

Scott stared as her gorgeous, glistening sex opened before him. Des didn't fight, didn't try to close her legs or turn away. She let him look his fill while her breathing grew more and more ragged.

The tiny pink bud of her clit seemed to unfurl and puff up before his eyes.

He could spend hours between these legs learning every delicate curve and line; what would make her gasp and go weak, what would make her cry out and send pearls of sweet, salty liquid bursting over his tongue. They didn't have hours now, but Scott intended to make every second count.

He flattened his tongue, licking hungrily from her core to that sweet clit. Des threw her hands wide, grabbing at the wall, fingers scrabbling for purchase as she went right to her toes. Her scent grew musky in his nose, filling the room as he tortured her.

And it was pure torture for both of them. The sweetest kind.

With tongue and lips and the slightest edge of his teeth, Scott brought her quickly to the brink. Teasing her folds; sucking, licking, nibbling. Then using his tongue alone, lashing at her clit, faster and harder until she was begging. Not with words, but with her whole being. His wicked little angel wasn't one to hold back.

Des threw a silky leg over his shoulder, rocking her hips wantonly into his face. Her hand dropped to the top of his head, fingers tangling in the longer strands of hair there, pushing his face deeper into her sex. When he felt her hovering on the verge, she surprised him by yanking hard, demanding he look up. When he did, Scott nearly stopped breathing.

One small hand was fisted against her mouth, that soft cloud of hair falling around her face, big dark eyes looking down at him. Her breasts were bouncing, the curves of her body mesmerizing as she moved with abandon, losing herself to him.

He reached up to shove her tank aside, cupping one of those full breasts in his palm. He kneaded the firm flesh roughly. Another of those keening whines escaped her as he thumbed her stiff nipple through the thin bra, the sound going straight to his cock. Reaching around to grip the curve of her ass, his fingers sank into her warm flesh, pressing her tighter against his mouth. Greedily, he sucked at her clit. Des started to thrash, nearly ripping herself out of his grip. Scott refused to let her go, forcing her to submit to the pleasure.

To him.

She was so close. The tremors were starting.

Scott drove his tongue inside her.

Her head fell back, the line of her throat going taut as she tried not to scream. Rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he fucked her with his mouth. Des' breathing became louder until it tore apart in a strangled cry. She bucked against him, spurting hot over his lips. He sucked away every drop, watching her shove her fingers into her mouth. Stifling the sounds as she continued to come, twisting above him in total ecstasy.

Scott growled, wanting to yank her hand away, to hear every sound he was wresting from her, but he didn't want them interrupted either. He wasn't done.

Keeping one hand on her ass, knowing she’d have slid right to the floor otherwise, Scott got to his feet. She moaned when he pressed against her, looking beautifully dazed.

She hadn't seen anything yet. He planned to be inside her in the next—

"What made you change your mind?" Her trembling fingers reached out to brush his face.

Scott stilled at her threadbare whisper. "About what?"

"This…
us
. My 'messing' with you and all?"

He hesitated. "Does it matter?"

The sated look on her face began to sharpen with suspicion. "It matters to me."

"Does it?"

"
Omno!
" She shoved away from him, stumbling, her legs still weak. "You haven't changed your mind. You don't believe this is just us…
do you?
That I'm not manipulating you somehow?"

"Des…" Okay. He
had
begun to suspect that what she was had little to do with his reaction to her…but Scott was also no where near sure about anything. His desire for her was so extreme, damn near obsessive and…

She was demon, just like Miles had said. He couldn't trust her.

"You know what, Johnny? Never mind." She yanked up her shorts, shoving her hair back and straightening her tank while he stood there —not wanting to let her go, especially not like this—but unable to say the words to stop her. "We won't do this again until you're sure."

"What if I'm never sure, Des?" Scott had to say it.

She tossed him a fierce look over one shoulder, that curly spill of golden brown hair wild. "Never say never." And then she was gone.

With the taste of her on his lips, his cock mutinous, Scott headed for his own locker. Obviously, he was going to be working some shit off.

He’d never gotten her to say his real name either. And why the hell should she?

Fuck.

It had happened so fast. Like a thunderstorm whipped up from a clear blue sky. He'd hurtled her into the stars, then body-slammed her back to earth.

It took everything Des had not to run through the complex, screaming in frustration. That would've been preferable to the tears that stung her eyes when she stepped outside into the chill autumn air. The willows lining the drive were dancing, becoming thinner with each day that passed. Green turning slowly to black.

Des felt a sudden ache for home. For color exploding everywhere, the soft sounds of the surf and a warm breeze on her cheeks, instead of this increasingly grey and painfully cold world. She hugged herself tightly. Maybe she should give up.

Forget the human.
The swish of the willows tickled her ears, the feel of Scott's tongue still inside her, the fading pulses of her orgasm still triggering faint tremors of ecstasy as leaves swirled around her.

She laughed. Forget him?