Taken By Surprise (3 page)

Confidence?

Despite being taken against his will, tied up for her own pleasures, Greyson appeared unfazed…even slightly amused.

Why?

Her gaze travelled down the strong column of his neck and chest to the rising evidence of his arousal. “My, my, my…” Zori whispered in delighted wonder, her own body temperature spiked as she struggled to control her hunger for him. Most men needed at least half an hour for round two, unless they were taking something, which she
always
appreciated. She considered asking him his secret as a million tiny flames leapt across her skin in reaction to his extraordinary display of male stamina.

He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

How could he not?
she thought, her niggling concerns forgotten as she sank to her knees and slowly positioned herself until the tip of his cock was right at her wet entrance. “May I?” She always asked her bound lovers permission. Not one had ever denied her, but then again they didn’t really know what they were getting themselves into. This was her way of appeasing her guilt when one of them ended up injured or worse during sex.

“Don’t stop now.”

His gruff acquiescence was all the incentive she needed to sink down further. She moaned as the wide crown slipped into her silky slick heat. A tiny gasp of joy escaped from her lips as she slowly took him inch by glorious inch. She placed her hands on his chest and her hair brushed against his taunt stomach as she held his gaze. The heat in his eyes was as intense and warm as his thick shaft filling her. Zori shuddered, breathing deeply as ripples of pleasure swirled from her core throughout her body. It was almost too much to take in, especially with Greyson watching her every move. She broke eye contact, letting her head fall back as she settled fully on his cock. For a moment, she didn’t move, revelling in the erotic sensation of being completely and utterly filled. The sound of her little breathy pants filled the candlelit room.

“What are you?” Greyson asked again.

Zori lifted her head and blinked in surprise as she forced herself to focus on his question and not the exquisite feel of him deep inside her. Most guys were lost in their own satisfaction by now. She raised her chin and met his gaze through strands of raven hair. “I am a harpy.”

Greyson lifted one eyebrow. “Harpies are supposed to be hideous.” He pulled against his restraints and her gaze shifted to his huge biceps as he studied her.

Zori laughed as she moved her hips. “Some are.” Her taunting giggle turned into a soft sigh of ecstasy as she bounced on his lap a little faster. She wanted to savour every single stroke, every sensation of pleasure. A tiny cry escaped from her lips as he thrust his hips up to meet her downward slide and she was pleased to see his sharp appraisal wane. Zori rubbed her hands across the dark curls of his chest hair and down over the ridges of muscles in his abdomen. She loved the feel of his strong body beneath her palms as she undulated on top of him. Her fingers brushed across a circle of raised flesh beneath his nipple and she explored the ring of skin beneath her fingertips.

A tattoo?

Her rhythmic movements slowed to a stop. She had to see the ink. Tattoos among supernatural beings often revealed personal secrets, triumphs or tragedy. Humans had copied the art form with little appreciation of the history involved. She leant forward for a better look at the black ink in the soft candlelight as Greyson thrust his hips upwards again. Zori moaned as she rubbed his tattoo, almost distracted by the fissions of pleasure ricocheting through her body.

“Do you like tattoos, Zori?” He grinned at her as she trembled.

His voice seemed deeper now than when they’d first spoken at the nightclub.

“Depends.” She tore her eyes away from his to study the tat, trying to ignore the sinfully sweet friction steadily building as he subtly thrust his cock within her.

The moon.

It was a tattoo of the full moon…and…
and
in the centre was a huge paw print. A
wolf
print!

Zori froze, gasping in horror as Greyson began to laugh. She stared in shock as he broke free of the knotted velvet ropes binding his wrists as if they were made of paper. “You’re a
w
ere!
”

“Beautiful
and
smart,” he said as he grabbed her by the waist.

She yelped, flinching at the sound of the velvet ropes ripping free around his ankles.

He gave her no time to react, rolling them over so she was beneath him. Real fear curled through her belly at the hungry look now directed at her. Of all the supernatural creatures to encounter it was the weres she feared the most. They were known for their ruthlessness, insatiable appetites and the ability to change at will.

“When’s the last time you were taken by surprise?”

Zori was speechless, stunned into momentary silence as she stared up at him. Her heart raced at the hard, predatory glint now in his beautiful brown eyes. She heard a wild shriek piercing through her fog of disbelief and realised it was her own voice as all the glass in her French doors shattered.

How could this be happening?

Pure instinct took over. Zori raised her hands to cut him with her nails, but he caught her wrists easily and pinned them above her head with one hand.

“Relax, now. I promise to give you much pleasure before the end,” he whispered in her ear as he began thrusting into her.

She let out another cry as he rammed into her over and over again without mercy. The force of his strokes shook the bed as the cold wind coming in through the shattered doors whipped around their sweaty bodies. Despite her terror, she welcomed his savage lust and lifted her legs higher. Her wanton whimpers echoed the skin slapping on skin sound filling her ears. She had no control. There was only the crescendo of bliss Greyson was orchestrating with each punishing stroke as he took her faster and faster. The sturdy bed creaked in protest to his passion, slamming into the wall in a rapid staccato beat. His rough groans seemed to change to hoarse grunts against her ear as she came closer to the edge. No man had ever taken her this way. This was the first time she’d ever lost control.

I’ve been missing out.

The inane thought popped into her head as she surrendered to the first wave of orgasmic tremors rippling through her. She cried out as her eyelids fluttered closed, unable to stop her head from thrashing from side to side against her raised arms. Her wild cry seemed to spur his furious pace and Zori screamed as the pinnacle of her climax took her to new unimagined heights. She opened her eyes as Greyson let loose a ferocious howl and the wind seemed to carry the sound into the night as he came.

The heat of his release pulsed inside her body as his movements slowed. She watched him beneath hooded eyelids as she wet her lips and tried to slow her ragged breathing.

“So perfect…” Greyson muttered as he released her wrists. “Didn’t I promise you pleasure before the end?”

Zori shivered as he sucked on her earlobe.

Was this the end?

Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, not even attempting to flee or fight. “Please.” The soft plea went against her nature and sounded foreign in her ears. She trembled as a drop of sweat from his brow fell between her breasts. Her thigh muscles burned in the submissive position so unfamiliar to her as she waited for him to make his next move.

His face lowered to hers and she held her breath. She never imagined the end would come by accidently bringing a werewolf into her bed. He lowered his dark head and Zori opened her mouth to scream, but he covered her mouth with his own. His kiss was so soft, so sensual, so full of tenderness her heart skipped a beat. She was breathless when it ended and confused.

A kiss between lovers.

Except they weren’t really lovers, they weren’t even friends.

Zori watched as Greyson licked his lips, dumbstruck by her untenable position.

“You taste delicious.”

She stared into the mesmerising depths of his eyes and wondered how she could still think her killer was handsome as he pulled from her wet warmth. Zori released a shaky breath as he hovered over her.

“In fact you taste like more.”

She blinked at the flash of brilliant sharp white teeth as his sensual mouth curved into a wicked smile. His head descended once more and Zori briefly thought of her sisters as she braced herself for pain. They would never know what happened to her. Frozen in shock, she remained still as his warm tongue traced a line up the column of her neck. His teeth grazed her skin and she expelled a deep breath she hadn’t realised she was holding as he nipped the base of her throat. She bit the inside of her cheek as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin with stinging pressure, but not real pain.

Why hadn’t he killed her?

“Do you always play with your food?” Her voice was stronger than she felt with his warm lips pressed against her rapidly beating pulse. She frowned as Greyson lifted his mouth from her neck and laughed. This was the moment to escape…except she was still pinned beneath his massive weight with her legs entangled with his. Her nails tore through the silky sheets and she wondered why she didn’t just rip his face to shreds with her free hands as the deep rumbling tones of his laughter seeped into her bones.

“
Food?
”

She glared at him. “Yes.”

“Weres don’t consume human flesh…not usually. We must be provoked to kill
and
devour.”

Zori wondered if slugging him twice and kicking him in the balls counted as provocation for murder.

He shifted his body to the side of her and Zori trembled. The soaked tender flesh between her legs throbbed as his still hard cock slipped from her body. Moving away was an impossibility with his heavy leg cast over hers. She forced herself to remain still as he lifted up on his forearm, rested his head on his shoulder and looked down at her.

A nanosecond bled into thirty seconds…one minute—

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“No?”

“Do you think I would’ve allowed you to bring me here just to harm you? I could’ve done that back in the alley…
easily
.”

Zori swallowed hard, her cheeks burning at his galling arrogance.

“No, Zori, I don’t want to kill you. I want to love you like this over and over again.”

His gruff words struck her with the force of a lightning bolt. She’d never stayed with
any
man longer than a few hours. The very idea was unnerving. Harpies lived alone and loved
only
the thrill of the hunt. That was the way it was…the way it was supposed to be.

From out of nowhere, pain enveloped her body, but it wasn’t physical. The emotion ripped through her defences and overwhelmed her. A single tear slipped down her cheek as Greyson stared at her. She turned her head, grateful for her curtain of hair as her vision blurred.

What is this? Sadness?

“Tell me…did I hurt you?”

His concern made another tear fall. “No.”

“Then why are you crying? You ultimately got what you seemed so hungry for.”

Zori lifted her face and glared at him, her well of tears drying up instantly.

“Tell me you don’t want me again.”

Her cheeks warmed again as she frowned. There was no mistaking the flash of male pride in his steady gaze and Zori bristled in the face of his unchecked ego. “I don’t.” She sucked in a fast breath as he reached out his hand and toyed with her nipple.

“Liar.” Greyson smiled, using his index finger to draw circles around her taunt peak. “I can smell your desire, Zori. You want me just as much as I want you…
right now
.”

His arrogance was appalling, but on point. She bit her lip as she silently cursed her body for betraying her. If only he’d stop touching her she could think. She had to get away from him.

So scratch his eyes out already!

Chapter Three

There was nothing stopping her from doing it. She was under no illusions she was strong enough to fatally wound him, but she was fairly certain she’d gain precious seconds to escape. Except…except, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t harm him, not after the orgasm he just gave her. The realisation galvanised her into motion. She cursed as she shoved his legs off hers and scrambled out of the bed. “We’re done. I want you to go.”

The curtains fluttered in the chilly night air as they stared at one another.

“Did you hear me?” Zori asked as she snatched her robe off the foot of the bed and slipped it on. She barely had it fastened before he was out of the bed and by her side.

“Say it like you really mean it.”

No man had ever demanded she do anything…
ever.

“Get the hell out!” Her shrill voice hurt her own ears. She yelped as he grabbed her and pulled her hard against his naked body. With his hand entangled in her hair, she was forced to look up at him.

“That’s more like it, but I still don’t believe you.”

The tension tightened on her scalp as he wrapped his hand around the length of her hair and lowered his head. Zori moaned as his lips crushed hers in a fierce kiss that left her with no doubt he was staking a claim on her. Despite her feelings of indignation, she wound her arms around his neck with a desperate moan. His hand slipped out of her hair to join the other cupping her bottom. He pressed her against his thickening cock with a guttural moan.

Zori couldn’t believe she’d found a man as insatiable as she. They both sought to overtake the other with their duelling tongues, but she was losing the war of passion. She was so close to begging him to throw her back on the crumpled sheets behind them and the knowledge scared her. Mustering every bit of her strength, she pushed him back.

“You’re mine, Zori.”

For a split second, she wanted to agree. Her body longed for him and she couldn’t deny he was the most demanding lover she’d ever had. She knew he would be a worthy rival on any front…not just in the bed. His knowing gaze raked over her naked body still exposed in the silk robe she’d never got a chance to close. She pressed her wet thighs together as if that could stamp out what she wanted…what she craved from Greyson.