Stygian's Honor (29 page)

He wanted her lips around his cock. He wanted her sucking it into the wet heat of her mouth, caressing him, her wicked little tongue lashing at it sensually.

Pulling back from her kiss, Stygian had every intention of silently leading her to the furiously throbbing length of flesh between his thighs. Hell, he would have begged her for the touch. Instead, he stared down at her in shock as her lips went to his chest, her tongue licking over it, swiping at the hardened discs of his nipples before moving lower.

Silken hands stroked, blunt nails rasped across his tough flesh, moving down the clenched muscles of his abs to the painfully hard length of his dick.

“Mate,” he snarled, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the base of the heavy erection to hold back the ejaculation of the pre-seminal fluid he knew would spurt to her mouth with the slightest provocation. “Such a sweet, hot mouth.”

He watched, mesmerized, as her lips moved over his stomach, lower, her tongue dipping into the indention of his navel before swiping at the thick head of his cock as it rose a breath below it.

Sinking his fingers into her hair, his lashes lowered, he watched her pink, heated little tongue as it began curling around the heavily engorged crest of his dick.

Her lashes lifted, staring up at him, her face flushed, lips parted as she began to relish each lick and taste of his erection.

“That’s my sweet love,” he growled, his fingers clenching in her hair as her lips parted further, then with a snarl, his hips lifted with a jerk as her mouth suddenly surrounded the flared tip.

And she sucked down the engorged crest until her mouth was filled with the throbbing head.

Her tongue lashed at it, stroking over the ultrasensitive flesh as another primal growl tore past his throat. His jaw felt locked from the tension, the glands beneath his tongue throbbing, so filled with the mating hormone again that it was a near agony.

His cock pulsed, the shaft flexing as the pre-seminal fluid threatened to spurt past his control. The heated warmth of her mouth was the trigger, just as the slick heat of her pussy would have been.

With each draw of her mouth he could feel, scent her arousal building. It was as though his refusal to allow the retreat of her emotions had thrown her deeper, harder into her own hunger.

Was this what she fought to reject?

The physical hunger was more than the need for sex in a mating. It was a bonding. There was no hiding from a Breed mate, no faking pleasure or orgasm. There was a pleasure that sank clear to the soul and opened emotions that were often much feared.

Her mouth worked over his cock head, suckling, licking it, moaning as a small spurt of pre-cum escaped his control. The taste of it against her tongue did as she had heard, as rumor had suggested. The hormone in that fluid was more
potent, richer, hotter than any his tongue could possess. It was an instant aphrodisiac.

Sensuality seemed to stretch through her body, turning her into a glistening, fiery temptress. Her gaze became more languorous, pleasure suffused her expression, and as he watched, he swore he sensed the woman she hid within her begin to emerge.

Hunger and heat, emotion and need. It began to clash and coalesce inside her. Her hands stroked down his thighs to his hips and back. She sucked at his dick as though it were a favorite treat, one she feared she’d be denied in the future.

And he was preparing to deny them both, because he didn’t dare allow himself to come in her mouth. He had to be inside her, filling her.

“No more.” He was within seconds of filling her mouth, a release that would do little to ease the fury of hunger beginning to rage through her after that small release of pre-cum.

“No.” Of course she would have to protest as he drew her from him.

Moving to lay her back, surprise filled him as she instead straddled his hips, one small hand curving around the side of his cock.

“Let me have you now.” She groaned. “Let me take you, Stygian.”

The wet heat of her pussy caressed the tip of his cock, burning him with the pure, sweet fire of her hunger.

As she tucked the engorged head at the entrance, Stygian felt the first blast of the easing qualities of the fluid jetting inside her.

Without it, the thick width of his cock would have only hurt her, the knot that would extend inside her, locking him to her as his semen spurted to the heated depths of her womb, would have been pain rather than pleasure.

As it filled her, her head tilted back, her gray eyes darkened and as the heavy strands of her hair caressed his sensitive thighs, she bore down and with one shift of her hips, took the aching head of his dick inside her.

It was like watching the animal inside him come alive,
Liza thought hazily as she watched Stygian’s gaze flare, the black receding beneath the brilliant sapphire blue.

As the thick, throbbing crest filled her, another heated ejaculation spurted from his cock, filling her, easing the tension in her pussy even as it amplified the pleasure.

Tingles of exquisite sensation exploded in her vagina. Nerve endings became more sensitive, more demanding. Each incredible stretch of the ultrasensitive tissue revealed nerve endings that throbbed in greater need and sent electrical flares of such lush sensation racing through her that it forced her to lift her head, to lean into his broad chest for support as it overcame the last barrier of her control.

She didn’t want to control anything anymore.

She didn’t want to fight anymore.

She had spent so many years fighting some unnamed hunger, some need that she was finding the answer to here, in his arms, and in finding it, she no longer needed to fight it.

Shifting her hips, lifting by increments, lowering herself again, Liza couldn’t hold back the moaning whimpers of pleasure that fell from her lips. With each downward stroke of her tightened vagina over the thick length of his cock, the heated fluid spilled inside her again. With each spurt the taut muscles eased, allowing her to take more of him, while the tension and incredible need for release became more amplified.

Holding on to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh, she forced her eyes open, staring into the gem-bright brilliance of his as he stared back.

As his fingers tightened at her hips, his expression was tight with a savage hunger, each plane and angle defined with brutal clarity to hint at the primal male animal that stalked beneath his flesh.

“I need this,” she cried out desperately, moving harder, faster, desperate to force every inch of his erection inside her. “Please, Stygian. I need this.”

She needed all of him.

Lifting, returning, feeling her juices spill to the throbbing shaft filling her, Liza could feel the pleasure spiraling out of control inside her. Like a vicious wind whipping
through her senses, but this wind was filled with lashing sensations and the promise of ecstasy.

Desperation edged at each shift and downward stroke of her hips. Each throb of her swollen clit and clench of her tightening vagina was an agony of sensations she could hardly bear.

His hands tightened at her hips again before sliding to her rear. Holding her still, he allowed a growl to erupt from his throat a second before he surged upward, shafting inside her in one full stroke.

Liza tipped her head back, a keening cry escaping her throat as pleasure and pain combined to send her senses spinning in a winding spiral.

Once he was fully embedded inside her, she couldn’t remain still. She needed those long, hard strokes. She needed the fiery, pleasure/pain of the heavy thrusts fucking inside her, driving her insane with an ecstasy she couldn’t have anticipated.

She wanted all of him.

His hard possession.

His arms surrounding her.

And his kiss.

“Oh God, kiss me,” she whispered, the need for his taste riding her as hard as he was with the heavy width of his cock.

His hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her forward with a move so powerfully dominant it sent a surge of pure sensation tearing across her nerve endings.

Hungry and filled with lust, his tongue slipped past her lips, licked at her tongue and gave her the taste she was craving.

Flames licked at her insides. Perspiration dewed their skin, making their bodies slicker, hotter as Stygian’s thrusts became more powerful.

Each driving stroke inside the tender depths of her sex dragged a near-startled cry from her lips, the sound vibrating into their kiss as Stygian gave a harsh, primal growl.

In the next second, he was no longer propped against the pillows but lying flat as his hips drove upward, burying his cock to the very heart of her.

Explosions began detonating inside her as that hard, fierce stroke seemed to connect with every live nerve ending brought to painful awareness.

She wanted to scream; instead, she lost her breath. The power, the sheer depth of sensation allowed for no other response, no other function. She was trembling, ecstatic, hurled from reality to a place so brilliant, so filled with light, sensation and ecstasy that even breathing couldn’t be allowed to interfere.

Stygian’s release felt just as powerful. The jetting spurts of his release, the strength of the swelling in his cock as it locked them together, the fierce growl that broke from his lips, assured her he was there with her. Spiraling into flames so brilliant, so white-hot that she knew a part of her—an important, intrinsic part—had just been lost to him.

And it would have been terrifying. It
should
have been terrifying. But even as she lost that part of herself, she could have sworn she felt a part of him slipping into her soul as well.

There would be no more distance, not from this man, from this Breed she had allowed to mate her.

What had she been thinking?

Lying against his chest, fighting to catch her breath, to still the tremors still racing through her, Liza couldn’t explain, even to herself, why she had taken that step to test the tabloid rumors.

Ashley had warned them years ago to tread carefully when dealing with Breed males and their sexuality. She had told Chelsea, Liza, Claire and Isabelle there were hazards they could never imagine.

Well, she could imagine them now.

Now that he was lifting his lips from her neck, laying a gentle kiss to the tender flesh where he had bitten her once again.

Slowly, she could feel the easing of the iron-hard knot that had filled her,

They were both exhausted, and she was starving. Too hungry to sleep, and too damned tired to get up and cook.

“I could have Jonas send us some food from the hotel,” he said as though reading her thoughts.

Her thoughts, or the growling of her belly.

“’Kay,” she mumbled.

“You have to move, mate.” He chuckled beneath her.

“Why? Phone’s by the bed. Use it.”

“Sorry, baby, that line’s not near secure enough to suit me.” A quick kiss to her lips and he was rolling with her.

Depositing her to her back, Stygian lifted himself from the bed and padded naked into the other room.

Liza stayed where she was. Her legs were still jelly. She swore she’d fall flat on her face if she had to actually walk.

“We have to return to the hotel.”

It was the harshness in Stygian’s voice that had her turning to her back and staring up at him with a frown.

“What?”

“Get dressed. Gideon Cross was sighted at a service station just outside Window Rock an hour ago and he was asking about you and Claire. There’s no time left, Liza. We have to move.”

“How do you know that?” Gripping the quilt to her breasts, she stared back at him, apprehension beginning to churn through her. “Why would he let himself be seen?”

“I don’t know why,” he growled. “Ashley and Emma sighted him and called in. By the time they turned around, he was speeding away on a trail bike and hit the desert. They lost him from there.”

He was asking about her and Claire?

Liza could feel herself shaking from the inside out. Feel a sudden terror racing through her.

She could feel, sense some knowledge rising inside her. There was something she needed to tell him, but as quickly as the thought flashed across her mind, it was gone again.

Where was that internal distance that had been so easy to find earlier?

Where was that ability to retreat? To hide from the sudden, bone-chilling fear and the flash of a face?

But it wasn’t a mature male with a Bengal’s slash across his face. It wasn’t demonic yellow eyes glistening with rage as in the pictures Jonas Wyatt had shown her.

No. It was a young man. In such pain, so fierce and so determined to help them—

Liza stumbled from the bed, suddenly sick to her stomach, capping her hand over her mouth, terrified she would lose her pride and the lunch she had eaten earlier right there on the floor.

She wanted to hide.

She wanted to go away.

Oh God.

Oh God, she had to go away.

She had to escape and there was only one way to do it. There was only one place to hide. There was only that place so deep within herself that there was no chance of danger—

“Liza, stop. You’re safe. Listen to me, baby, you’re safe.”

Stygian had her. His hands were wrapped around her upper arms, holding her to her feet, his voice was calm, firm, insistent, holding her to the present when all she wanted to do was sink as deep inside herself as possible.

“You’re safe,” he said again. “You have time for a quick shower. Dog and his team are moving in and they’ll escort us to the hotel, along with Flint and Rule, where Claire and the team sent to collect her will meet us. Everything’s fine.”

She nodded slowly.

Everything was fine.

Everything but Liza. Because, in a few short minutes she had managed to lose her sense of her training, her independence and her certainty that not just Stygian but also Cullen and the team would be there to support her. For one horrifyingly dark moment, she was alone and facing almost certain death.

She couldn’t let this happen to her. She couldn’t lose herself this way every time something happened. She couldn’t let those dark, hidden memories that weren’t exactly memories, that she knew couldn’t belong to her, erode her control.