What Happens in Vegas...After Dark (34 page)

“That’s right, Elena, touch your pussy. Stroke your clit a little. It looks like it’s just begging to be petted.”

She dipped her hand down and rolled the pads of her index and second finger over her swol en clit. Her back arched and her thighs spread even more. She rubbed her clit up and down, her soft, sexy moans falling into the quiet air around them.

“I can tell by the way you’re moving your hips that you want my cock deep inside that pretty pussy right now.”

“Yes, I do.” Her voice caught, hitched.

“So put your fingers there, baby. Fuck your fingers and make yourself come.”

Her hand still caressed her breasts, playing across the ruby-red nipple he so wanted between his lips. Then she dropped her hand to her glistening, aroused pussy and slid a finger inside herself.

Damian had to grab fistfuls of blankets to keep from jumping her right then and there.

He watched in fascination as her finger disappeared and reappeared over and over, wet with her luscious cream. Soon she’d added a second finger and dropped the hand on her breast to her clit.

“What does it feel like?” he asked, his voice tight with the strength it took to just watch.

“Hot. Silky. Wet.” Her breathing was heavy and her voice soft. She opened her eyes and held his gaze.

“Yeah, that’s what I feel around my cock when I fuck you, baby. It’s nice.”

She rotated her fingers around her clit—rubbing the pads of her fingers up and down it—as she finger-fucked herself. Her hips rose and fel to the rhythm and Damian could tel she was getting closer and closer to a climax.

“Come, Elena. I want to watch you.” He gripped the base of his rock-hard cock and stroked himself while Elena pushed herself over the edge.

Her back arched and she dug her heels into the mattress as she came. Gasps and shouts of pleasure filled the room, fading into soft sighs and heavy breathing as her climax ebbed away.

Unable to take even one more moment of just watching, Damian moved in on her. He spread her thighs wide again and buried his mouth in her pussy, making her yelp with surprise.

He couldn’t answer. He was too overcome by the delicious taste and scent of her pleasure, the beauty of her sex laid before him. Her sweet come spread across his tongue and lips and he lapped it up like it was ambrosia. To Damian, it was. He licked her aroused clit and pulled her labia between his lips—everything he’d been dreaming of doing to her while she’d been bringing herself to orgasm.

God, she tasted so good.

Elena moved on the bed beneath him, moaning. “You’re going to make me come again.”

“Is that a complaint?” he asked when he took a minute to do something other than lick her.

“No,” she sighed.

He took her hands from her pussy and drew them over her head and pinned them there. He forced her thighs apart with his knee and slid the head of his cock to the opening of her slick pussy and pushed all the way to the base. “Oh, yeah, I’m going to make you come again. There’s no doubt about that.”

“Oh, Gods,” she shouted, her head falling back. “Yes, that’s what I wanted. I wanted you inside me, Damian.”

“What do you want, honey? Use the words. I know you want to, so don’t be shy.”

She opened her eyes and held his gaze. “I wanted your cock deep inside me.”

“That’s better. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He lowered his mouth to her throat and gently bit her, just enough to leave the faintest of marks. Damian needed to mark her somehow, claim her as his.

His cock tunneled in and out of her pussy, harder and faster, until their bodies slapped together and their sighs and cries mingled in the air.

Elena’s pussy convulsed around his cock, her muscles spasming in her climax. Pleasure exploded from his balls and he sank as deep as possible inside her to come.

They crashed in a satisfied, sweaty tangle on the bed and lay, both breathing heavy.

“Oh, my Gods,” Elena whispered.

He chuckled and pulled her to him, burying his face in her sweet-smelling hair. “Well, that was unexpected.”

“No, not really. I said you and I share a special attraction, Damian. I meant that.”

“What kind of special attraction?”

She sighed and turned over to face him, licking her lips and taking her time in answering. “We’re heartstrings, Damian. That means that we recognize each other through scent and on a subconscious level. We’re wel matched to be partners through life, matched in personality, in genetics to have children, in intelligence, everything.” She paused and smiled. “Well matched sexually.”

“We’re soul mates.”

“Not exactly. There are a handful of matches in this world for a person, not just one.

Still, it’s extremely rare to find one.”

Damian kissed her forehead and exhaled slowly. He didn’t doubt her words. The attraction he felt for her was too strange, too sudden…too strong. “This is a lot to take in.”

“I know it’s hard, but the activation of the fae in your blood should be making it easier.”

“It is. It’s helping me accept this as reality, I guess.”

“That’s good.”

Damian gave her puppy-dog eyes. “So when do I get magic of my very own?”

She laughed. “It’s…baking…inside you right now. I guess that’s a good analogy. It will come slowly, so don’t push it. It’s good it happens that way because you need to learn how to use it slowly. Do you think you will come to live here?”

Surprise jolted through his veins. “Here? As in behind one of the doors off this corridor? Can I?”

“Of course you can. The first thing I did after I inducted you was dedicate a door for you. You’ll have your own apartment in faery, but there are common areas, too, where we all congregate.”

He had no response. Live here? Wow. Damian had to admit that the concept was an attractive one. He’d be near Elena and that would be great, but he also craved contact with others of his kind. As odd as it was, Damian felt a bit like he’d come home.

A round peg in the square hole no longer.

He’d found the right size hole and oddly enough, it was in faery.

“So I’d have a little pocket of reality of my very own right here.” He frowned. “But if my magic is still baking, what would my pocket look like?”

“Probably not much different than your current apartment. The space will pull it from your subconscious, but once your magic gets stronger you’ll be able to shape it any way you like.”

“Okay, what the hell.”

“We can go now and look at it, if you like.”

Damian snuggled against her and sighed. “No way. I want to stay right where I am. I know what my apartment looks like already.”

She smiled and kissed him. “Want to see if you’ve got any magic yet?” Elena actually sounded excited.

“You mean check the cake in the oven?”

She laughed and took his hand in hers. “Concentrate on the center of your palm, but look past it. You know those pictures they have at the mal that look abstract until you unfocus your eyes, revealing an image? That’s a little like how you call magic. You should know how to do it instinctively.”

Damian focused on his palm and yet…didn’t. Letting his mind relax, he allowed his awareness to float somewhere that was neither here nor there. His palm tingled. He jerked and stared at a small whitish-blue whirl of something in his hand. It was gone as soon as glimpsed it. “Hey, was that—”

“It was!” Elena said excitedly. “You curled a bit of magic into your hand. Looks to me like you’ll be heavily psychic. Psychic abilities are blue and white. Do you have any of those kinds of skills already?”

Damian thought back to numerous incidents in his life, culminating in the episode in front of the White Wishes Chapel. “Yeah, I have.”

She kissed him. “I’m so happy for you. You’ve finally found your true self.”

Yes, he had.

“So, how old are you, Elena? Don’t fae, you know, live to be really old?”

“Yes, that’s another thing. We are essentially immortal. Your aging will slow now to an incredible degree. Our average lifespan is five hundred and fifty years.”

Holy shit.

He arched a brow. “Are you avoiding my question, Elena? How old are you?”

“I’m eighty-five.”

Okay, he was not going to let that freak him out.

“You look damn good for a senior citizen.” He rolled her under his body and kissed her al over until she was breathless with laughter.

Once they’d settled back down again, Elena nuzzled his throat and asked, “Tel me a little bit about yourself, Damian. About your family and where you grew up.”

“There’s not much exciting to tel .” He shrugged and pulled her closer.

She inserted a long, slim leg between his thighs and his breath shuddered out in a sigh.

He wanted her again. He’d just had her twice, but he wanted her, impossibly, a third time.

Did the fae have some sort of natural Viagra coursing through their veins? He couldn’t remember being this horny in…well, ever.

“That’s okay. Tell me anyway.”

“It’ll put you to sleep. I come from a regular, middle-class family. My mom’s a stay-at-home who just never went back to work once the kids were in school. My dad’s an electrician. My sister is a complete nerd who’s now working on her graduate degree in English literature.” He rubbed his palm down her arm. “If you want to come over on Wednesday evening, my mom makes meat loaf. There’s nothing even remotely exotic or otherworldly about my bloodline as far as I can tell.”

“Only because your parents were missed, lost fae we call them. I bet they’ve gone their whole lives not quite fitting in, thinking there was something missing from their lives.”

Damian shook his head slowly. He just couldn’t imagine his good-natured, beer-swilling father or his cross-stitching, meat-loaf-making mother as anything more than they appeared.

“So my sister is fae, too,” he said suddenly. That would make a little bit of sense. She’d always been fascinated with Irish and Welsh history, especially the ancient legends.

Elena smiled. “She is, but she’s not ready yet. It will be a couple years before it’s time for us to induct her.”

“It sounds like I’ve joined a cult.”

She laughed. “The culture of the fae is quite different, but in time you’ll come to see that on your own. As far as your sister goes, her induction will be easier since you’ll have already gone through it and wil be there to guide her.”

“Are you kidding? She’ll love it. It will be a dream come true for her.”

“Good. That’s excellent news. It makes my job easier when they’re like that.”

“Do you do this often? I mean, induct people? I thought you were a princess. I didn’t think they had to work.”

She rolled onto her stomach with a laugh and a soft sigh. Studying the blue-and-green silk pillowcase, she took a moment to answer. “I choose to do what I do. Because of who my parents are, I don’t get to choose very often. When I have an opportunity, I take it.”

“I don’t understand.”

She sighed. “I come from the purest line of fae there is. We have no human blood in it at al , not a drop. I have five brothers and sisters. I’m the oldest. We’re all expected to behave a certain way, do certain things. All of us are encouraged to be well educated, but not to work. We’re expected to marry the right person and have a ton of kids in order to ensure the bloodline. We’re told to wear certain clothing, eat certain things, befriend certain people. I had to fight to do the job I do here at Darkness. I’ve fought long and hard for everything that’s mine.” She laughed. “I know, poor little rich girl, right?”

“No, that’s not what I was thinking.” He kissed her shoulder. “There are things in life more important than money. Freedom is definitely one of them. It sounds so…feudal.”

He rubbed her shoulder. “Next you’re going to tell me you have arranged marriages.”

Elena looked away.

He stopped rubbing her shoulder and sat up. “Are you serious?”

She pushed up, holding the sheet up to cover her beautiful breasts. “In fact…I’m engaged, Damian.”

Damian went motionless, mute. Then the numbness faded and shock rippled through his body. “What? That can’t be.”

It couldn’t be because Elena was as close to a soul mate as he had ever met. It was…

magical…this attraction and emotion between them. It simply wasn’t possible that she be meant for anyone other than him.

Then anger set in. Funny that he, of all men, on this day, should feel betrayed by a woman. “If you’re engaged, why are you here in bed with me, Elena?” His voice came out a low, angry whisper.

“You have to understand our culture is very different, Damian. I’m here because I can be, up until my marriage and also because…I like you. A lot.” She buried her face in her hands. “I’ve met my fiancé once. Trust me when I say it’s not going to be a happy marriage.” She lowered her hands and looked at him. “You never would have come to bed with me if I’d told you I was engaged.”

Damian threw the sheet and blankets back and stood. “Yeah, you’re right about that, Elena. I wouldn’t have. Now, not only have I dumped my own fiancée at the altar on our wedding day, I’ve been fucking someone else’s.” He angrily pulled on his clothes.

“Damian, please don’t go. It’s true that there can be nothing but sex between us, but at least let’s have that.”

He rounded on her. “You want to use me for sex?” Why did it bother him that a beautiful woman like Elena wanted to hire him out for a while as a stud? Normally that would not have pricked his conscience. He searched his emotions…. Oh, yeah, because he’d actually felt something for Elena.

Apparently the reverse wasn’t true.

“I want us to take what we can get.” Her eyes were bright with unshed tears.

She looked lovely on the bed that way, so anguished. It took all his willpower not to go to her, push her back onto the mattress and make slow, sweet love to her. Damn the consequences or his bruised ego.

“Damn it, Elena.” He looked from her to the door. “You’re different to me than other women.”

“You’re different to me, too. I knew it the first time I met you.”