Seduce the Darkness (Alien Huntress #4)(41)
Author: Gena Showalter

"No trick. Now come here." He crooked his finger at her.

Happy as she was just then, it was harder to fight his appeal. "No. You come to me." Just to taunt him, she cupped her br**sts and pinched her ni**les to redden them further. Mistake. A lance of pleasure streamed through her, and she moaned.

Devyn expelled a ragged breath. "You’re killing me. Let me take over."

"No." She traced her fingers down the plane of her stomach and straight to the core of her, fingers wiggling suggestively. Careful, easy. This is for his benefit, not yours. She watched him through slitted lids. There was a determined gleam in his eyes, and for a moment, she thought he might enter the stall despite their byplay.

He didn’t. "You owe me a kiss," he said. The words hissed through his teeth, a demand. "And I’m collecting. Now. Don’t even think about denying me."

"I won’t." She couldn’t. He’d already painted the picture of the two of them in her mind, his lips on hers, their tongues dancing. Gulping, she dropped her arms. Stepped toward him before she could stop herself. A kiss, only a kiss. She owed it to him, but she wouldn’t allow anything more. She couldn’t.

He backed away from her.

She paused, frowned. "Is this another game?”

“No."

"Well, do you want the kiss or not?”

“Yes. So come get me."

She stepped forward, but he once again backed away. This time she followed. He stopped at the edge of the bed and sat.

"No variety," she now tsked under her tongue. "I expected better of you." Too easily did she remember the last time he’d had her in that position. She’d straddled him, felt his erection pulse against her core, and she’d wanted to ride him. She’d wanted to forget that a quick bedding accomplished nothing but momentary gratification. That it meant nothing to either person involved, yet ruined all their further dealings.

He pursed his lips in question.

"Last time you had me sit in your lap, too. I’d think a man of your experience would know how to —" There wasn’t time to finish her sentence. He’d jolted from the bed, grabbed her by the waist, and flung her around. She landed on the bed, bouncing up and down.

He was on her a second later. "You want variety?"

Again, there was no time to reply. He flipped her over and positioned her on her hands and knees, naked ass in the air and pointed toward him. Perhaps she shouldn’t have antagonized him. There had been fire in his eyes, and every muscle pressed against her was hard, velvet-covered steel. She could smell him, a wildness to that rain scent. A wildness that teased her nose, heated her blood.

He leaned over her, propping his weight on one hand while the other clasped her chin and angled her face closer to his. Immediately he swooped in, his tongue plunging past her teeth and deep into her mouth. His flavor was sweet and smooth and hot, branding her tongue.

As his erection rubbed between her cheeks, he released her chin and cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between naughty fingers. The kiss continued. Desire pumped through her, heart hammering against her ribs. Her fangs elongated, and if he wasn’t careful, they would cut his tongue. She would taste his blood, and it would be good, so good, she knew it would, and then she would bite him, suck him, drain him. The urge was already there …

She tried to pull back, just a little, needing some time to calm down, but he wouldn’t let her. He thrust that tongue deeper, harder. And when it scraped one of her sharp canines, and a bead of blood did indeed form, sliding down her throat, it was heaven. Sweet, calming, warming her stomach and spreading … spreading… all over her, branding her organs, her every cell. Strengthening her. Nothing had ever tasted so succulent, somehow soothing her hunger.

"Beg for more," he panted.

More of his kiss? More of his blood? Desperately she wanted both. "No." Even as she spoke, she was biting at his lips, trying to draw him back to her mouth to take what she wanted.

"Beg, damn you."

"No!"

He flipped her over. He was still clothed, so the soft material of his pants rubbed against her skin as he plunged his tongue back inside her mouth, taking over, claiming her. His hand slid down her body, and he delved two fingers inside her hot, wet core without asking permission.

Moaning, she arched into the touch, sending him deeper. His thumb circled her clit, making her quake. All the while, he continued the kiss, just as before, his addictive flavor consuming her. All the while she bit at his tongue, taking more of his blood. Loving it, savoring it.

"Beg." He pressed her clitoris, hard, and she shuddered.

The touch wasn’t enough to send her over the edge; it was just enough to make her reckless. Achy, needy. Her chest burned, and those thorns cut at her, but still she clung to him, nails deep in his back, hips writhing, head thrashing. "You beg me."

A third finger joined the play. In and out, in and out, they moved, mimicking the motions of sex. "I’m not the one who needs to come."

"Yes, you are." To prove it, she reached between their bodies and cupped his thick, straining erection.

He sucked in a breath.

Her gaze latched onto the pulse hammering wildly at the base of his neck. God, she wanted to bite him. Wanted, needed, more of his blood. It was powerful, addictive, those little tastes no longer enough, her hunger no longer soothed. Would she be able to keep down more than a few sips? Only one way to find out…

Time to stop this. She was too close to falling. "This is more than a kiss." She sounded drugged, her tongue swollen. "Only promised you a kiss."

"Beg me, and it can be a lot more, whether you promised or not." A bead of his sweat dripped onto her, hot and sultry.

"I won’t beg. I won’t." Take what you want. Whether the demand was for her or him, she didn’t know.

He pulled his fingers out of her.

She nearly cried. Every nerve ending in her body was sensitized, waiting, ready to experience climax, and he’d pulled away! The thorns sharpened with her outrage, and she suddenly wished she could rip them out and use them on him.

"Beg," he said.

"Fuck you," she snarled.

He breathed in and out, ragged, shallow, his eyes shooting fire at her. "That’s what I’m trying to do!”

“Well, you’re not trying hard enough."

With a growl, he swooped back in, tongue plunging, teeth scraping hers. The heel of his hand returned between her thighs, offering more of that delicious pressure while his fingers dove back into her. "Do it, then. Take what you need."

"I will." Trembling, writhing, hurting, she bit down on his tongue once more, unable to stop herself, sucking, swallowing every bit of blood she could. The climax hit her, slamming bone deep, soul deep, her muscles twitching, body grinding, hurting, thoughts splitting apart, flying.