The Darkest Secret (28 page)

He
was
trusting her, she realized.

“Now you listen to me, you fucking bitch,” Micah suddenly growled, and there was so much hatred in his tone she was momentarily speechless. “You tell me where the hell you are, who you're with and what you're doing. I'm going to find you and take back what's mine. Then I'm going to cut your fucking throat and dance in the blood. You don't deserve—”

Click
. Haidee severed the connection before he could finish berating her, shocked, at last upset, and unsure what had just happened.

Amun's gaze finally met hers. He didn't ask questions, just took the phone and tossed it over his shoulder. Then, without another word, he lifted her hips and stripped the panties from her, pulling her legs in front of him, one at a time. Mouth set in a grim line, he tossed the panties beside the phone. He repositioned their bodies the way they'd been.

Tears suddenly burned her eyes. How could Micah have said those things to her?
Fucking bitch. Cut your fucking throat. Bitch, bitch, bitch.
He'd been her friend. Hadn't he? And yes, she had expected the Hunters to turn on her, but not that quickly. Not that violently.

You're that distressed to lose him?
Amun asked, and
though the words were soft, she heard the fury—and even the insecurity—behind them.

“No.” She was the one who couldn't meet his eyes this time. “He—he called me a terrible name, said terrible things.” And she didn't want Amun to ever think of her that way. Even though he, more than anyone, had the right.

Like what? What name?

Amun hadn't been furious before, she realized then.
Now
he was furious. If Micah had walked into the cavern, Amun would have killed him without hesitation. “Do you think I'm a…a bitch?”

No,
he answered without any hesitation. His expression softened, gentled.
I think you're perfect, sweet…mine. And now I also think he can't be related to me. He's an idiot.

“Really?” She swiped her watery eyes with the backs of her wrists. “You don't think badly of me, I mean.”

Really. We're together, now and always, remember?

“I remember.” The hurt inside her eased. She was with the man she loved.
That
was all that mattered. “Amun?”

Yes.

As she finally met his gaze, her heart skipped a beat. His expression was heated, his gaze heavy-lidded, his brows a determined slash. His lips were red, as if flushed. Did his blood race as swiftly as hers?

Wonderfully dark skin pulled taut over the muscles of a warrior. She couldn't see his butterfly tattoo, but she vowed to trace every inch with her tongue one day soon. Between his legs, his cock stretched past the waist of his pants, the head already beaded with moisture. Her mouth watered. She knew his taste, would forever be addicted to it.

“I want you,” she whispered.

Then by gods, you'll have me.

Yes. Finally, they were going to make love. The restriction she'd so foolishly placed on their physical relationship
had been vanquished. But even if she hadn't spoken to Micah, she still would have given herself to Amun this night.

Such a pretty pink,
he said, gaze moving to her sex.
So wet for me already.

Even his words were a turn-on. “I ache for you. There, everywhere.”

His hands slid to her inner thighs, and he spread his fingers, almost, but not quite, brushing her where she most needed. Soft. One finger, two, glided up her slit, and she quivered, whimpered.

Like silk.

She wanted those fingers on her again, gliding yes, but lingering, too. Pressing. She lifted her hips, silently beseeching. He gave her what she wanted—sort of. He traced between those pouty lips, and he did linger, but not where she so desperately needed. He allowed one fingertip to push past her opening, but not deeply. He pushed just enough to swirl and stoke her need higher.

Play with your breasts. Let me see how you like them touched.

Not for a single moment did she consider objecting. She plumped them, kneaded them, pinched her nipples while he watched. The heat inside her grew…grew… “I want you to take me the rest of the way now,” she gasped out. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. “Please.”

A long moment passed in silence before he nodded. He didn't fall on her, licking and sucking and tonguing between her legs as she expected, thought she wanted, but leaned forward, pressing them together. Since her thighs were draped over his own, the action spread her wider, brought her core into contact with his pant-clad erection, rubbing, creating the most delicious sense of friction between her legs and on her breasts. Her nipples rasped his chest.

“I thought you were going to…”

I am. First, though, I'm going to prepare you.

She gasped, hands sliding around his neck, nails sinking into his back. His head lowered, and his mouth opened up on one of her nipples. The heat was nearly unbearable, so much greater than what swirled inside her, but so necessary she didn't even think about trying to shove him away. Then he was at last licking and sucking and tonguing her there, shooting startling sensation after startling sensation through her entire body.

She knew he was a big man. How could she not? He probably outweighed her by more than a hundred pounds and was nearly a foot taller than she was. But just then, the width of his shoulders practically engulfing her, she felt almost…dainty.

“Take off your pants,” she managed to gasp out as she arched against him. Sweet heaven, that felt good. “Let me feel all of you.”

No. Moment I do, I'll be inside you.

“That's the point. I'm prepared, I swear.”

We're taking our time, woman. Get used to the idea.

She loved that he could talk to her and continue tormenting her nipple at the same time. And he did. Torment her. His teeth scraped the sensitive bud, but then he would quickly kiss away the sting.

When she was writhing against him, begging him for more, he gave her other nipple the same treatment. Hours seemed to pass as he contented himself with her breasts, plumping them, kneading them as she had done, never ceasing to bathe her nipples in the wet heat of his mouth.

You're so beautiful,
he said.

“Amun, please. More.”

You're so strong and brave. And mine. Did I tell you that already? Mine.

“Yours,” she croaked. She tugged at his hair, forcing him to raise his head or lose a handful of strands. Onyx eyes shimmered, lines of tension branching from them. He wasn't as relaxed as he would have her believe. “Kiss me. I need your taste in my mouth.”

With a moan, he surged up, curling her body higher, tighter, and crushed their lips together. His tongue immediately pushed inside to roll and mate with hers. He tasted of mint and something sweet. Something uniquely his own.

He released her legs to cup her face, and she locked her ankles around his back. She slid herself against the thickness of his erection, probably wetting his clothes, but she didn't care. Her need was too strong, and just as she'd kissed him the other times, her mind became focused only on climax.

Soon he lost his pretend nonchalance, his movements becoming jerky, his arousal slamming against her, grinding into her, ringing gasp after gasp out of her mouth. He swallowed every one of those gasps before angling her head, allowing his tongue to thrust as hard and deep as she wanted his cock to thrust.

Only with him had she ever felt feverish, burning, the heat of him continuing to pulse inside her, spreading, consuming. Somehow, that freed the chill she'd managed to hide. In seconds, she was a writhing cauldron of both fire and ice, thoughts fragmenting, muttering incoherently.

“Please,” she might have said. She needed to be filled, needed some kind of release. This was too much, not enough, and her heart couldn't take much more. “Please, baby.” She rubbed her legs up his sides, squeezing him, encouraging him. She tangled her hands in his hair, she scratched at his back, probably drawing blood. “Please. Give me more.”

He pulled away from her, and she groaned. He didn't
disappoint her, though. He finally, blessedly, oh, so sweetly, licked between her thighs. Her cry of delight pierced the passion-scented air, and her hips shot up, drawing him closer. Over and over he licked, nibbled, sucked.

I could do this forever, sweetheart.

“Forever.”

I'll never get enough.

“Never.” She knew she was only repeating part of what he said, but she couldn't help herself. Couldn't concentrate on anything but the pleasure. But always, she maintained a sharp hold on her inner chill, never allowing the ice to seep to the outside, to Amun.

He pushed her to the brink, and then, with one swirl of his tongue, he pushed her over. She screamed her release, bucking against him, unable to still for a long while. When her tremors eased, she sagged against the ground, panting. She realized then that her body had gotten what it needed—for now—but her mind had not. The ice, still churning inside her… Her mind wouldn't be completely satisfied until she gave Amun everything.

He flipped her over, and the swift action startled her. Before she could gasp, he was kissing her back. Her tattoos. Laving them with his tongue as she'd wanted to do to his. He was offering absolution, apologizing for what she'd lost in the most basic way. And oh, God, tears filled her eyes.

I've imagined taking you in every position, but this first time, I want you facing me. Looking at me. Seeing me.
He turned her back over.
So open your eyes, sweetheart, and I'll give you all that I am.

She hadn't realized she had squeezed her eyelids closed. She pried them apart and peered up at the man who had won her heart. He had straightened, was now merely staring down at her. Sweat dripped from his forehead. The moment their gazes met, he reached between their
bodies. His knuckles brushed her sensitized clitoris as he unfastened his pants, and she again bucked wildly, already needing more, already verging on desperate.

She wanted total satisfaction this time.

He didn't waste a single second shoving his pants off. They were open, and as he'd promised, he lost track of everything else. The thick head of his cock probed her entrance, seeking full penetration. Except, still he held back.

His white teeth were chewing on his bottom lip. His sweat began dripping off him and onto her.
You're mine, Haidee, all mine. I'll take care of you…always…won't risk you…don't think you can get…pregnant…no worries… Just let me…

He was trying to reassure her, she knew, but she was past the point of caring. “Do it. Please, do it. I need you. Have to have you. All of you. Dying without you. Please, Amun, please. Let me give all of me, too.” He could take it. Please, God, let him be able to take it.

Before she could finish her prayer, Amun slammed all the way home, and she arched up to meet him, to drive him so deep they might never be able to part. Haidee released another scream, her relief so potent she couldn't keep it contained. She'd waited for this moment forever, it seemed.

She hadn't been with a man in a long, long time, and she had never been this aroused, this willing to break apart and reform into someone new. To experience every sensation, nothing held back.

“Everything,” she said, a promise.

Everything,
he agreed, a vow.

Then he was kissing her, and he was in her mouth, her blood, her bones, her soul. And yet that still wasn't enough. She wanted to be inside him, too, a part of him always.

Mine, you're mine.

“Always.”

He began to move, pounding forward, withdrawing, pounding forward again. Stretching her, burning her up, catching her on fire. Driving her higher and higher, toward that edge of insanity. She thrashed and she clung to him, almost afraid to fall this time.

Let go, sweetheart.

“The cold…” It was there, waiting.

Let go. I don't care what happens. I need you. All of you, just as you vowed.

She heard the strain in his voice, knew he was near the edge, as well. And so she did it. She finally let go. She trusted him completely, opened herself up totally and let down her guard inexorably.

Instantly satisfaction slammed into her with the same ferocity that Amun did. Her body splintered, flew to the heavens, stars winking behind her eyes as she lost sight of his beautiful face. All the while, the fire spread…hotter and hotter… All the while, the ice stormed…colder and colder…

Amun trembled and bucked against her as wildly as she bucked against him, and then he was roaring, loud and long, coming, coming, coming so hard. She thought distantly that her body had been starved for him, was now drinking from him, and she might never be thirsty again. Would probably be sated forever. But still the fire spread, hotter and hotter. The ice, though, was fading, no longer storming inside her—because it was seeping into Amun.

At first, she loved the heat. Welcomed it, wanted more and tried to get it, pulling every bit she could from Amun's body while giving him the ice, unable to stop herself. Soon, though, he was gasping, groaning, shoving away from her and severing contact.

Even without his touch, however, it was too late for her. She felt bathed in flames, no hint of ice left.

She screamed in pain, in agony, not knowing what to do. The flames should have lit her up, blazed bright, but they somehow surrounded her in darkness, darkness she couldn't find her way out of.

She was dying. She had to be dying. That was the only time she'd ever battled such darkness and pain.

Sweetheart, oh, gods, sweetheart. What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong.
His hands smoothed over her face, and for once, it was not heat she felt from him. He was as cold as a meat locker, and she was envious.