Slayer's Kiss: Shadow Slayer, Book 1 (11 page)

With his hand fisted in her long brown hair, Julian gently pulled her head back an inch to look into her eyes. “Tell me about Gavin. What did he do to you?”

Kara gasped and pushed at his chest. She should have known. There was no reason two such handsome men would be pursuing a woman like her. And Julian, acting like he cared, driving her to the hospital when he was nothing but a perverted wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Is that what you two are into? Swapping stories? Sharing?”

“Never,” he growled. “I don’t want to share you. I want to erase any trace of him until I’m all that remains.”

He pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her until her knees buckled, then caught her in his arms and held her to his chest. “Tell me what he did and I’ll do it better. I understand you, Kara. I know what you need more than Gavin ever will.”

His declaration eased something inside her, but she still couldn’t do it…couldn’t say it. “It doesn’t matter.”

He reached under her sundress and traced a firm path from her thigh to the edge of her panties. There, his hand gentled and delved underneath, his long fingers testing her wetness and trailing through her slick crease. “Oh, hellfire, woman,” he groaned. “You’re so ready for me.”

Kara moved against his hand, praying he would give her more. She wanted to tell him she
was
ready for him, but she felt a twinge of regret he wasn’t golden-haired Gavin. And worse yet, what if he rejected her as his friend had?

He slipped a finger inside Kara and shuddered, then pressed his erection to her belly. “I need you, Kara, as much as you need me. Tell me what he did to you. I don’t want secrets between us.”

She was so swollen and wet, every sensation was amplified against her engorged lips. Her clit felt hot, needy. When he slipped another finger inside her, she gasped.

“He licked me,” she panted, her cheeks turning scarlet as she pushed against him frantically.

Julian surged against her, his cock impossibly hard and bulky under his pants. “And did you like it?”

She grasped his shoulders. “Yes. But I wanted more.”

“And he wouldn’t give it to you, would he?” Julian smiled, pulling his hand from between her legs. “But I will.”

He reached down, scooped Kara up in his arms and carried her to a bedroom. The bed in the center of the sparse room was plain, but he set her in the middle of a soft, goose-down comforter. He lifted her yellow dress over her head and threw it to the floor, then cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples through the lacy fabric of her bra. “Do you want me inside you?”

She didn’t answer. She needed a man, she couldn’t deny it, but somehow she still wanted it to be Gavin here with her. At least, she wanted it to be Gavin until his black-haired friend released her bra and slid it from her arms. Once he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, all bets were off.

“Oh, Julian. That feels so good. Take off my panties.”

Julian licked her other breast, teasing her cold, wet nipple to an even harder peak. His free hand reached down and pulled her panties down her thighs, then two fingers suddenly invaded her wet heat, burying themselves to the knuckles. “Mmmm. You’re so tight. Relax, love. Let me ready you for me.”

Kara thrust into him, but Julian held her hips down to the mattress with his left hand while his right hand worked her opening until it burned. Did he think she was a virgin?

“I am ready for you. Take off your pants.”

Kara reached for his zipper, half expecting him to shy away like Gavin had, but instead he lifted up for her, helping her quickly shuck his jeans. Next came his dress shirt, and Kara licked her lips when she saw he was as thickly muscled as Gavin. But then she looked down and saw the head of his very thick penis protruding from the top of his paisley boxers, as though the silky shorts couldn’t contain his incredible length.

Kara pulled away. “What the hell?”

“Kara,” Julian murmured. “Look at me.”

Lulled by his voice, Kara looked into his eyes and immediately fell into their twirling depths. He was beautiful.

“Don’t be afraid. Relax your body, here—” he trailed a gentle hand down her belly, “—and here.” He grazed a knuckle through her saturated folds and dipped his thumb into her channel, then reached a finger up to massage her clit. “I won’t hurt you, love, if you relax and allow your body to accept me. Can you do that?”

His voice was so gentle, so compelling, Kara felt something inside her expand, swelling with anticipation of what was to come. “Yes,” she whispered softly.

Julian’s eyes remained locked on Kara’s as he pulled away and slipped off his boxers. Kara couldn’t help glancing down and gasping again when she saw him free, his magnificent erection standing tall and proud, so long, so thick, she couldn’t believe it was real. Her throat went dry and a trickle of fear crept down her spine. She’d never seen a man that large before, hadn’t even heard of it. “It won’t work, Julian.” She shook her head. “No. It won’t work.”

“
Kara
.” His voice broke through her fear. “Look in my eyes.” He waited until her gaze was back on his face. “Don’t look away, do you understand?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you want me inside you?”

“I do. More than anything.”

He smiled and dropped his forehead to hers. “Not more than anything. Not more than I want you.”

“Hurry,” she whimpered.

“You’re relaxing, your body is readying to take me in.” As he said it, he reached between her legs again and massaged her opening, stretching her until he could insert three fingers.

Kara sucked in a breath, her hands clutching his arms as he stroked her. “Please. I want you. All of you.”

Julian smiled triumphantly and reached for his long shaft, rubbing it through the fluid between Kara’s legs to make it slick. When he pressed the thick crown to her opening, Kara almost convulsed with the energy that coursed through her veins. He was so damn big, but she wanted to grab his hips and impale herself upon him. “More,” she cried, taking hold of his ass to do just that.

Julian quickly pulled back and grabbed Kara’s hands, pinning them above her head. His black hair stuck to the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. “
No
.”

His voice was a rough command, and something in Kara wanted to look away from the compelling dance of his black irises. A little voice told her if she could break his gaze, she wouldn’t have to listen to his stupidity and she could ride him as hard as she wanted to
now
.

Kara’s lips peeled back and she growled at the man between her legs. The rumbling sound coming from her chest should have concerned her, but only Julian looked troubled, his eyes widening as he regarded her. He released her hands and grasped her face, cupping her cheeks in his palms until all she could see was him. “Shh, Kara. It’s all right. I’m going to give you what you need, love. Just slowly. Slowly, love. I don’t want to hurt you.”

His voice was the most alluring sound she’d ever heard, like the quiet tinkle of gold coins spilling from an open pouch. It reminded her of her dream lover, the man with black wings who stared into her eyes while he brought her to the heights of passion. Kara whimpered, trying to calm herself. “Hurry, Julian. Please.”

Julian laughed. “Oh, Mother of Eve. What have I gotten myself into?”

Kara would have answered to appease him, but he seemed to be talking to himself and taking his damn time doing it. Didn’t he know she was on fire? Her molten blood surged through her veins as a low rumble rose from her chest again. “Take me, you son of a bitch.”

Julian stopped smiling and looked sharply into her eyes. She felt the head of him press into her again, then a burning sensation as she was slowly filled, stretched from the inside out. Kara cried out and grasped his shoulders with her fingers, digging her nails into his tan skin. She panted, looking to where he joined with her body, shocked to her core to see only half of him inside her and his fist wrapped around the other half at the base of his erection, like a barrier to keep him from going farther. She already felt filled to bursting. But half wouldn’t do.

“Julian! All of you!” She bucked her hips and took him another inch.

He groaned and quickly grasped her hip bones with both hands to hold her off. “No, love. It’s too much. Trust me.”

Kara knew she was filled to her limit, but something carnal and wild inside her demanded all of him, daring her to take him all the way. With a desire that bordered on lunacy, Kara let go of his arms and sank her nails into the soft flesh of his ass as she thrust her pelvis against him and fully impaled herself on his huge cock. They cried out in unison.

Julian began trembling from his thighs to the tips of his fingers. His gaze was desperate. “Oh, sweet motherland. Don’t move, love. Don’t move. I need to pull out before I damage you. Gavin is going to fucking kill me.”

But Kara’s body was already adapting to his size, the discomfort a delicious reminder of what a magnificent specimen he was. Her inner muscles clamped around him like a vise and her body demanded he continue until his fluid fed her greedy womb. She shifted her hips, and when he started to pull out, she thrust against him again.

Julian cried out when his balls slapped against the crack of her ass. “Kara. Stop. I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Julian.” She smiled and took his face in her hands this time. “Shut up and show me if you know how to use what you’ve got.”

Something flashed in his eyes. The concern evaporated and his lips curled in a dangerous smile. He leaned down to kiss Kara roughly, his tongue plundering her mouth as his hips pulled back and thrust against her. She grunted at the impact, the slap of skin on skin echoing in her soul. Her body felt complete, whole, as if a missing piece of her life’s puzzle had clicked into place.

“You like that?” he asked.

Kara licked her lips. “More.”

He reared back and thrust again, and both partners cried out in pleasure when he rammed her clitoris and the entrance to her womb at the same time. Kara leaned up to lick his shoulder and graze her teeth along his tender flesh. “More,” she growled.

When he slid in all the way, Kara bit down, not hard enough to break his skin, but hard enough to leave a welt. She couldn’t help it, she wanted to consume Julian Mercés, body and soul.

Julian moaned when she bit him, then brushed her forehead with a soothing kiss and began a slow steady rhythm, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll. “I’ve never been this deep.” His words were hushed and reverent.

He buried himself in Kara over and over again as his hands ran through her hair and trailed along her face. “What pleasure you give me.” He kissed her as he said the words, his face mere inches from hers. “I think I could get lost in you and never find my way back.”

Something in Kara felt unsettled by his blatant adoration—almost as though he was making love to her, and she’d always been one to prefer simple, hard sex. She didn’t want him to take it easy, she didn’t want slow, lingering thrusts.

“Let me go,” she demanded.

He blinked, then raised his hands off her body and wiped the sweaty hair from his brow. “What’s the matter, love?”

Kara pulled away from him, sliding inch upon inch from inside her until she was finally free. “Lie down,” she told him. When he sat there, shaft at attention, looking confused, Kara took him by the shoulders and shoved him to his back on the end of the long bed.

His brow wrinkled. “Kara, look at me.” His voice was like the soft patter of rain on her window. “Gentle, love. Easy.”

Something compelled her to look away instead. “Julian, seriously. Let me handle this.”

She crawled up his body and settled her legs on either side of his hips. He was so much larger than her, it wasn’t easy. But finally, she rose above him, grasped him in her hand and found her wet opening with his crown.

Chills swept over her skin when she started to sink down onto him and kept going and going, wondering if his length would ever end. Finally, when she felt his balls under her and her clit rested on his warm flesh, she threw caution aside and began to ride him hard, the metal-framed bed creaking under their combined weight.

Ignoring the way the end of his cock rammed into her and the twinge she felt, she glided up and down on Julian until her muscles started to clench and tighten around him. She ran one hand along his smooth, hard-muscled pecs and the other over his thigh, delighting in the masculine covering of hair there. With every downward thrust, she ground her clit against him, devouring him with her hunger.

“Oh!” she cried out when the first wave of ecstasy hit her, making her cold and clammy while she simultaneously burst into flames from within. “Oh, Gavin!” She rocked against him harder, riding him like a wild mustang as her breasts bobbed up and down.

“Gavin!” Her fingers bit into his chest until blood pooled under her nails, but her lover grabbed her hips and thrust up into her so hard he lifted her off the bed with each strike of his shaft.

“Kara!” he groaned, tears caught in the corners of his eyes.

And Kara’s whole body—her spirit—shattered like a pane of glass, then heated again until all the pieces melted back together like a work of art, hand-blown by a master.

After she climaxed, Kara went limp in his arms and fell against his chest, and if Julian’s cock wasn’t swelling inside her, attaching her to his body until his seed was deposited deep inside her womb, he would have shoved her aside and never looked back.

Gavin?

He’d had the most profound and fulfilling experience of his life, being the first to bury himself to the hilt in a lovely unattached female—and she’d called for
Gavin
. He was so insulted he felt dirty being inside her. But at the same time, if he was being honest, he wanted to hang a sign above her hot little thatch of hair reading
Home, Sweet Home
.

But why the hell was he coupling with her? He ran a hand through his hair. How was it possible they were coupling when she hadn’t even reached maturity?

And yet, there he was, fighting against the pleasure of his seed pumping continuously into her as her muscles clamped down on the engorged end of his shaft. If Gavin would have been angry about Julian’s failed attempt to pull out on a regular night, coupling with Kara in a way meant to produce offspring would send the man over the edge.