Tempting Evil (4 page)

“I don’t
want
consideration.” But it came out a strangled sound as the heated tip of him began to slide inside.

“Then what do you want?” he murmured, withdrawing briefly. “This?” he added, sliding back inside again, harder and deeper this time.

Pleasure rippled through me, and I groaned. Heard his answering chuckle.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Do,” I gasped, and almost came as he rammed himself deep.

Then he began to move, to thrust, and I closed my eyes, savoring and enjoying the sensations flowing through me as the heat of him filled me and the cooling water lapped with ever more force across our skin.

He took his time, stroking slow but deep as he licked and nipped and kissed. Eventually the pressure began to build low in my stomach and fan through the rest of me, first in languorous waves, then quicker, faster, until it became a molten force that made me tremble, twitch, and groan. Had me wanting more, and yet not wanting it all to end so soon.

His breathing became as harsh as mine, his tempo more urgent. Water rocked over the bath’s edge, splashing across the tiles, but right then, the only tide that mattered was the one of pleasure rising between us, and boy, was it rising. I shuddered, writhed, until my moans filled the night and it felt as if I was going to tear apart from the sheer force of enjoyment.

“Let go,” he whispered, pressing butterfly kisses against my nose, my cheek, my lips as he thrust deep and hard inside me. “I want to hear it. Feel it.”

As if his words were a trigger, my orgasm hit, and suddenly I was shuddering, squirming, my moans so loud they’d surely have to hear them in the apartment next door.

Then he was coming with me, his lips capturing mine as my body clenched around him, his kiss urgent as his body thrust and thrust, until there was nothing left but exhausted, joyous satisfaction.

For several minutes afterward we didn’t move, just allowed the cooling water to wash the heat from our skin and our breathing to return to normal. Then he stirred and gave me a sweet, gentle kiss.

“Far better than attending a premier,” he murmured. “Though I have to admit, I was intending to take you during the show.”

I grinned. “Imagine the headlines that would have created, ‘
Son of billionaire thrown out of premier for indiscriminate sex.
’”

“Oh, there wasn’t going to be anything indiscriminate about it—and we had a private box.”

“I do like a man who thinks ahead.”

“Rather than a man who thinks with his head?”

The cheeky twinkle in his eyes made me chuckle. I raised my hips and rubbed myself up and down his penis. He may have just reached the heights, but he was half ready to go again.

There were definite advantages to being a werewolf, and a revved-up sex drive was certainly one of them.

“Thinking with the lower head can sometimes have its advantages.”

“Hmmm,” he murmured, brushing my lips with another kiss. “Shall we retreat to your bed and discuss just what those advantages might be?”

“Most definitely.”

So we did. And much enjoyable “discussion” was had.

It was only later, when I was lying warm and replete in the circle of his arms, that he asked the question I’d been waiting for all night.

“So, how did you get all the bruises?”

“Training.” I yawned, fighting tiredness and the need to sleep, simply because the subject of my bruises would lead pretty neatly into the fact that I’d be disappearing for a while.

“Given the intensity of the bruising, I’d have to say it was more a beating.”

“I’m a liaison. Given we have to work with guardians, we’ve got to know how to defend ourselves. As you can see, it gets pretty full-on.”

His fingers were caressing my arm, not in a sexual way, but a caring, protective way. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside—which wasn’t something I’d really experienced before and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. It wasn’t love—I’d been there before, knew what it felt like, and this wasn’t that. It was oddly different—safer, nicer.

“So, now that they’ve beaten you to a pulp, I’m gathering the training is over for the next year or so?”

“I’m afraid not.” I looked up at him. “As of tomorrow, I’m on a survival retreat. I won’t be able to contact anyone.”

Anger, and frustration, seared the depths of his beautiful green eyes. “At all?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“For how long?”

I shrugged. “It depends on how well I cope.” And how fast we brought down the bad guys.

His hand slid down my side and across my rump as he pulled me closer. “I’ve only just found you. I’m not too happy about having to let you go again.”

Neither was I. But then, if turning my life upside down for several months meant actually getting my life back on track, I wasn’t about to grumble. “Look at it this way—I’m going to be one frustrated wolf when I return, so you can be sure the reunion will be a good one.”

He grinned. “Now that sounds a little more like it.” He shifted slightly, turning onto his side. My head slipped from his chest to his arm, but it felt just as good resting there. “I’m guessing, then, that I’d better let you get some sleep.”

I slid a leg over him and adjusted my position as I pressed him close. A shiver of delight ran across my skin as he sheathed himself inside. “I guess you should.”

He did. But only after several more hours of loving.

K
ellen left at seven. I grabbed some clothes then walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. Once dressed, I headed toward the kitchen to make myself breakfast. Only to discover Quinn sitting cross-legged and elegant in my living room.

I stopped short. He’d changed sometime during the night, because he was now wearing black on black. More than ever he looked like a dark angel—a sinfully sexy dark angel. “I really am going to have to start locking my front door.”

“It wouldn’t keep me out.”

True. Once I’d invited him past the threshold of my home, there wasn’t one damn thing I could do to stop him entering anytime he pleased, as often as he pleased.

I crossed my arms and stared at his beautiful but emotionless face.

“What do you want?”

He studied me for a moment, then said, “Would you like to have breakfast with me?”

Surprise rippled through me. Of all the questions I’d been expecting, that wasn’t one of them. “Why?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You have to eat, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but that’s not what I mean.”

He shrugged. “You told me two months ago that I needed to pamper you, romance you, to win your heart. Perhaps I’ve finally realized that was good advice.”

“And perhaps tomorrow pigs might fly. Why are you really here, Quinn?”

He didn’t react to my barb, and that was almost scary. Perhaps he really
was
trying to show me a different side of himself. And yet, instinct whispered all was not as it seemed, and I was never one to ignore instinct. It had saved my ass far too many times.

“I’m merely here to see you, and to have breakfast with you. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And I’m not on your menu? A quick snack on the side?”

Amusement glimmered briefly in the dark depths of his eyes. “It would be a bonus, but no.” He hesitated, and the glimmer disappeared, lost to the sudden flash of annoyance. “I have attended to my blood needs, in much the same manner as you’ve attended to your own needs.”

“I didn’t ask Kellen back. He came of his own accord, bearing roses and an apology.” I paused. “Have you even noticed my bruises?”

“Only a blind man could not.”

“And you didn’t think to comment—not even a simple ‘gee, they look bad’?”

“Would they have felt any better if I had?”

They wouldn’t, but I might have. “You know, for a very old vampire, you’re sometimes awfully obtuse.”

He shrugged. “Will you come to breakfast?”

“No.” I spun on my heel and walked into the kitchen to flick on the kettle.

“Why not?”

Though I’d heard no movement, he was suddenly standing in the doorway, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against the door frame. His presence seemed to dominate the small kitchen in a way no bigger man could have. He was all dangerous energy and devastating masculinity, wrapped in an outer layer that was urbane and sophisticated. And I was as attracted to the power underneath as I was to the gorgeous outer wrapping.

I just didn’t quite know what to do with the package as a whole. Or that I was entirely wise being in
any
sort of relationship with him. Two months ago I’d discovered that, for the first time in my life, I was fertile. Currently protected against pregnancy, but fertile all the same. The doctors were certain it wouldn’t last, that my vampire genes would eventually assert themselves and I would once again become the werewolf equivalent of a mule, but it was a revelation that had changed my whole perspective when it came to Quinn. Yes, I wanted him. Fiercely. But I couldn’t and wouldn’t risk going exclusive with him. Not only because that might mean missing the wolf who was my destined soul mate, but for the simple fact that if the drug that had made me fertile didn’t actually cause any other chemistry changes within me, then this might be my one and only chance to conceive. I’d wanted a family of my own all my life—wanted that whole white picket fence and two kids ideal—and I had no intention of missing the opportunity if it came along. And if ever there was a certainty in my life, then it was this—Quinn might be able to give me the white picket fence, but he could never give me a child. Never, ever.

Of course, he knew all this, just as I knew he wanted something more than what I was willing to offer. What that something was he wouldn’t say—I wasn’t even sure if he knew himself.

But why would he state that he had no intention of going anywhere until we’d explored this thing between us, then basically stay away for two months? Why show up again so suddenly? It didn’t make sense—and everything this vampire did, he did with a purpose in mind.

His gaze touched mine, and those luscious dark eyes were rich with awareness and hunger. Hunger that was both sex
and
blood driven. Despite what he’d said about sating his needs earlier, his hunger was right here, burning between us, stronger, more alluring than ever before.

And it only intensified the feeling he was here for more than what he was saying.

“Answer the question, Riley,” he said, voice soft yet holding a note that suggested it was almost a demand. “Why won’t you have breakfast with me?”

“Because I have to leave for work very soon.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m due to start at nine, and the goddamn train takes half an hour to get there on a Saturday.”

The fact that Rhoan and Liander were picking me up here at eight-thirty was something he had no need to know. Though it did mean I’d have to get him out of my apartment before then. The minute he saw Liander, he’d know the mission to infiltrate Starr’s cartel was on.

And he’d want in.

I turned away from him and grabbed a mug, then picked up the jar of instant coffee and dumped several spoonfuls into the mug. My preference ran to hazelnut espresso, but this was the best we had until payday. Rhoan had gone on one of his shopping sprees again, and left us with very little in the bank. I did have some very nice sweaters to show for it, though, which I suppose was something.

“Is Gautier the cause of those bruises?” Quinn asked.

“No.”

“You lie, Riley.”

I didn’t say anything. There was no point.

“So you have passed the final step to become a guardian?”

I looked over my shoulder at him. “I’ve passed one test with him. The real fight with Gautier lies ahead.”

Which was nothing but the truth, but he was staring like he knew something was up, that I wasn’t telling him the
entire
truth.

Being a dhampire with strong psychic skills generally made me immune to the caress of a vampire’s mind, but when it came to
this
vampire, there was no such protection. Not only had we shared blood, but we’d created a link that went far deeper than mere psychic touch. It was a link not affected by distance or the presence of psychic deadeners. A link that made him able to read my surface thoughts as easily as he drank blood.

Which was why my shields were currently up high. Whether it helped or not I had no idea, because I certainly wasn’t going to risk reading him.

“Is it not usual for those who fight Gautier to be given leave? Why are you going in today?”

“Why are you so damn fixated on this?”

He shrugged. I wasn’t for an instant believing the casualness behind the gesture. “I’m curious, that’s all.”

“Yes, it is unusual. But then, I’m not the usual guardian candidate, am I?”

“No, you are not.”

I frowned at the edge in his voice, but the kettle chose that moment to whistle its readiness, and I turned away from him to pour my coffee.

Bad mistake.

Though my hormones quickly formed a differing opinion as his arms slid around my waist. “Why is it so hard to believe I am here to see you?” His lips brushed the side of my neck, sending a shimmer of delight right down to my toes.

But as much as my hormones had formed a cheer squad for some vampire loving, the itchy feeling he was here for more than just me wouldn’t go away.

“Why did you suddenly show up on my doorstep after two months of no contact?”

“We had contact.”

“One night in two months? Hardly enough loving to keep a gnat awake, let alone a werewolf.”

“Running a multinational business sometimes takes more time than I would wish.” He slid one of my top’s shoestring straps off my shoulder. The brush of his lips against the flesh between my shoulder and neck felt like the touch of flame. “And our deal was you could be with others when I wasn’t there. I’m sure you didn’t go without.”

“Oh, I didn’t, trust me.” I tried concentrating on making myself a coffee, but it was damnably hard when he was so close, so warm, and so very, very tempting. “And you’re saying you had no time to even leave a message?”

“Why did I need to when we were sharing erotic dreams at night?” The second strap slid away with some help from his fingertips, then the top itself was being tugged down to expose my breasts. The warm air caressed my skin, as enticing as the man behind me.