Stygian's Honor (27 page)

The blouse fluttered to the floor as his hand moved to the small button and zipper at the side of her skirt. Within seconds, it too slid to the floor, leaving her clad only in the lacy white bra, matching lace thong and nude stockings she’d worn beneath along with black, three-inch heels that she’d seen Stygian sneaking glances at earlier.

“God have mercy,” he whispered as though tortured. He stripped his shirt, his gaze never leaving the sight of her.

As he jerked the shirt over his lean, well-muscled stomach, Liza’s hands went to the belt of his jeans, fumbling, shaking as she released it and pushed it aside from the metal tab.

She felt like a schoolgirl. God, how she had longed for this feeling over the years: the excitement and fear, the anticipation and the trepidation caused by the unknown.

As the metal tab and zipper gave way beneath her fingers, Liza breathed out in shock at the heavy width and weight of the erection. Lifting her gaze to Stygian’s face, she slowly shook her head.

“There’s no way.” She had to swallow past the dryness that attacked her mouth, but her lips still twitched in a vein of amusement. “My God, Stygian, that’s simply not going to fit.” And that was not her virginity speaking.

“Oh, I don’t think we’re going to have a problem with the fit,” he assured her. “The problem will be stopping once I get inside you.” His expression was so tight, so intense that once more she felt that punch of reaction to her stomach. A
tightening of her womb, the clench of her pussy and heated throb of her clit just before he swung her up into his arms.

“What are you doing?” Surprise had her locking her arms around his neck.

“You’re killing me here,” he growled as he strode to the bedroom. “If I don’t get you to the bedroom, I’m going to end up fucking you on the living room floor.”

Oh God.

She held her breath, forcing herself to hold on to her control.

But God, how she wanted him.

She could feel the inner muscles of her pussy clenching, tightening, a sense of emptiness attacking the sensitive inner core.

She could feel her juices easing along the inner walls to the swollen labia below.

Reaching the bedroom, rather than placing her on the bed, he returned her to her feet next to it, one hand cupping her cheek as his head lowered, his lips taking hers once again.

One hand slid around her hip to the curve of her rear.

She rubbed against his thigh, grinding the swollen bud of her clit against the hard muscle.

It was so good. She wanted to cry with the pleasure of it tearing through her.

The blood thundered through her body, pounding torturously at her clit, her juices gathering along the folds of her pussy, sensitizing it further. Small, mewling little cries left her lips, her arms tightened around his neck, her fingers spearing into his hair.

Suddenly each touch, each hint of a spicy taste that stroked against her tongue was hotter, the sensation amplified and so strong it would have brought her to her knees if Stygian hadn’t had one hand clamped to the curve of her rear to help her ride his thigh.

She had never known a hunger like this.

Hell, she had never known hunger for a man, period, until now.

And it was so much more than she expected.

Moving his hand from her cheek, it smoothed along her neck, her shoulder, between her breasts.

Her bra loosened, the delicate lace cups separating before he pushed one back from her swollen breast. He cupped his palm around the under curve and lifted his lips from hers.

Tipping her head back, she forced her lashes open, staring up at him with dazed pleasure as his thumb raked over a nipple and his lips moved steadily closer to the rigid peak.

“Stygian.” The whimper of his name had him pausing.

It was only a pause. It only lasted long enough to find herself flat on her back across the bed, staring up at him in surprise.

In one second flat he’d shed his jeans and moved over her. Bracing himself with one hand, he hooked the fingers of the other in the band of her panties. With a quick jerk, he ripped the delicate lace from her hips.

Her gasp of shock was followed by a tumultuous cry as in the next breath Stygian had her thighs spread and his tongue raked through the swollen folds of her pussy, sliding around the tortured ache of her clit.

Her hands went to his head, sliding through his hair before clenching a handful of strands with a desperate grip. His lips capped over her clit, he sucked it inside the heat of his mouth and laid his tongue to it like a wicked whip.

“What are you doing to me?” The strangled cry was filled with an agonizing need for release. Liza’s hips lifted, grinding against his lips as her orgasm remained just out of reach.

Each fiery brush of his tongue against the oversensitized bundle of nerves had her screaming breathlessly, her hips jerking, driving the overheated flesh harder against his lips as she begged for release.

Licking, stroking, his fingers caressing from her inner thighs to the clenched entrance of her pussy, Stygian gave no quarter. Primal hunger and male dominance filled each touch, each primitive growl that rumbled in his chest.

Stroking over the narrow opening to her vagina, his fingers
paused, pressed, working two of the calloused fingertips past the fluttering flesh to the inner tissue beyond.

“Please.” She tightened her fingers in his hair and lifted her hips as a strangled cry of aroused fury left her lips when his hands clamped on her thighs, holding them open, holding her still. “Damn you, Stygian, damn you. Fuck me. Oh God, please make me come, Stygian.”

What she released at that point, she wasn’t certain if she should be terrified of, or if she should revel in the primitive hunger of the animal that came over her.

His lips were drawn back, those wicked incisors were gleaming in demand. His eyes, once black with blue highlights, were now a startling, sapphire blue and gleaming with a raging hunger.

Hard hands caught her beneath her knees, bending them, pushing them back as he knelt before her.

She lifted her hips and glanced down at the dark width of the heavy erection tucking between the folds of her pussy. Slowly, her gaze lifted to his again, and she swore in his face she could see a hint of the Wolf part his genetics were taken from.

“Mate.” His gaze narrowed as the snarl lifted his lips.

At the same time, her gaze widened at the pulse of his cock against the entrance of her pussy, the feel of a heated fluid spurting against the clenched tissue inside bringing a shocked gasp from her lips.

“Stygian?” She trembled beneath him, her hands clamping to his powerful forearms as an electric tingle began to emanate through the inner flesh.

“It’s okay, baby.” The sound of his voice was a rough, sensual rasp.

Then he pressed forward.

The burn of the erotic stretch had her breath catching, because the pleasure of it was incredible. Sensual.

As the pleasure began to give way to a hint of discomfort, Stygian paused again. The width of the wide crest was barely inside her, throbbing, heated.

The inner tissue fluttered around the iron-hard flesh as she struggled to accept, to adjust to the invasion.

A heavy throb of the crest preceded another spurt of the silky fluid, as though he were already finding his release, though she knew it wasn’t possible. His body was hard and tense above her, his cock iron-hard and throbbing. And whatever release it was, like the one before it, it seemed to sink inside the inner muscles of her pussy, easing it, heating it.

“Oh God.” The involuntary clenching of her pussy around the head of his cock was followed by the most incredibly arrowing sensation as it shot straight to her clit.

Shuddering, she stared up at him, gasping, fighting to breathe as another spurt filled her again and the head of his cock sank deeper inside her.

Heat began to bloom through her body. The stretching of her inner flesh, the slow pleasure/pain of each bold inch of his cock filling her, had her body humming with such nearing ecstasy that she was crying out with the intensity of it.

Then he stopped.

Her eyes flared open.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he growled.

“I thought you would have known.” She breathed out roughly. “God, you know everything else, right?”

His cock was barely buried in past the throbbing crest, and what the hell did he want? Did she have to apologize for being a virgin?

“You’re a virgin.” It sounded like an accusation.

Liza blinked up at him, half tempted to laugh.

“What do you want, apologies?” She groaned. “I told you, you were too big.”

“It’s not too big,” he gritted out, just as another heavy spurt erupted from his cock, further sensitizing the tender depths of her pussy. “Damn it, Liza, you’re not ready for this.”

Her eyes narrowed on him. “Not ready? You have your dick halfway inside me and you think I’m not ready?”

“You’re a fucking virgin—”

“I promise it’s not contagious!” Her knees lifted, gripping his hips. “Stop making excuses, Stygian. Now finish this or I swear I’m going—”

He surged forward.

Stygian felt each pulse of the pre-seminal fluid as it
spurted heavily from the head of his cock. The sensation was ecstatic, a pleasure he’d never experienced and one he knew he would never experience with another woman.

He had known she was inexperienced, but God help him, he hadn’t expected her to be a virgin.

He felt the tearing of her innocence, felt the helpless male pride rising inside him, and had a moment to feel a glimmer of amusement at it. This was his mate. His woman. She was beneath him, the grip of her pussy tightening to the point that he swore he couldn’t hold back his release another second longer. And she had waited for him.

Sensitive tissue rippled along the head of his cock, caressed the shaft then tightened again. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her short little nails pierced his back.

And she was killing him.

“Stygian,” she cried as though he were the only anchor in her world.

And she was his anchor.

She was more than his mate.

The moment he realized who she was, what she was to him, she had begun stealing his heart.

This perfect woman, and she was more than even he had imagined he could deserve.

“Oh God. Oh God, yes.” Liza felt flames licking over her body.

The brush of his chest against her nipples as he lowered himself against her, the feel of his erection pounding inside her, creating a friction that sent sparks of never-ending sensation racing through every erogenous point of her body was destroying her.

Moving against him, her hips lifting, grinding into his, feeling every inch of the heavy, thick spear penetrating her was like agony and ecstasy.

Each stroke inside her seemed to tighten her further. Her vagina rippled in steady pulses over his cock, her clit became more swollen, more sensitive with each stroke of his pelvis against it.

Each hot spurt of fluid she felt seemed to sensitize her further.

Sensation was like a kaleidoscope of color blazing through her senses until the world seemed to rupture around her.

Ecstasy poured through her in an orgasm she knew she would die if she didn’t have again. It exploded with a force that stole her breath, lifted her against him and sent a keening cry spilling from her lips.

His teeth bit into her shoulder where it bent to meet her neck, the feel of the sharp incisors piercing her skin, barely felt, as her own teeth bit into the hard muscle of his chest.

He rode her harder, pounding into her, driving her higher even as she shook and shuddered through her release. Only to find that ecstasy could come again.

Swiftly.

With one last powerful thrust inside her, she felt the first blast of his release jetting inside her. With that first fiery spurt, came a sensation she couldn’t attribute, though she knew what it was.

His cock began to fill her further. Midway up the already too-thick shaft, it seemed to be swelling further, stretching her, revealing nerve endings she hadn’t expected, the throb of the hardened knot against such oversensitive tissue sent her hurtling higher, throwing her harder into a maelstrom of sensation that wiped all reality from her senses.

She was pure sensation, pure pleasure. A second orgasm ripped through her, detonating with a force that would have left her screaming if she’d had the breath to do so.

All she could do was hold on. Her bite against his chest tightened, her nails dug into his forearms, her body shook, shuddering with such force that tears began to ease from her eyes.

In the midst of it, hurtling through a wonderland of ecstasy, she swore she felt herself looking down, so deep inside herself that she was shocked. Shocked to see the core of her woman’s spirit flaring outward, opening and accepting.

And assuring her she belonged to him.

Belonged to him with such a terrifying singularity that she wondered if she would ever recover.

Belonged to him as she hadn’t even ever belonged to herself.

As the violence of her release began to ease, the shudders turning to ripples of sensation, she lost the strength to bite him. Releasing him, she fell back to the pillow, hands sliding down his arms as she collapsed, exhausted, both mentally and emotionally complete in a way she had never dreamed possible.

“Mine,” he growled at her ear again.

And it was all she could do to keep herself from agreeing with him.

The only thing that stopped her was the sudden fear that in this moment, she wasn’t even herself.

The fear that after this moment, she would simply live for this. For his touch. His kiss. For his possession.

For the certainty that this man, that this moment in time, had changed her in ways she would never be free of.

CHAPTER 13