The Darkest Lie (Lords of the Underworld #6)(62)
Author: Gena Showalter

She gripped the base as tight as she could, and he cried out. Not in pain but in intensified pleasure. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and tugged. “Move now. You can move.”

Whatever tether he’d had on his body broke, and he shuddered over and over, again and again, pumping his hips into her hands, trying to slide his c**k in and out of her steady grip. But she never loosened her hold, never let him create a necessary friction, and no seed emerged. His c**k remained hard as a lead pipe.

“Good boy,” she praised huskily. “You deserve a reward.”

His only reply was a ragged pant. Sweat glistened over his trembling body as she kissed her way up his stomach. She stopped and dabbled at his navel, then played at his ni**les, sucking one, then the other. Soon, his trembling was so intense, the entire bed was rocking and the springs were squeaking.

Inside her head, Nightmares hummed.

When Gideon tried to arch his back, placing his c**k into the apex of her slick center, still covered by her panties, she bit down on his nipple ring and tugged. He moaned, and the wood he held cracked, but he forced his hips to settle back on the mattress. His breath grew more ragged.

Scarlet sat up and straddled his waist. Slowly she removed her shirt and dropped the material beside his head. His white-hot gaze ate her up, devouring her br**sts. As he watched, she palmed them, tweaked her ni**les.

He lifted his head, trying to get to them.

“No.” Yes. It was a scream from her demon and a plea from her body, but she shook her head. “Down.”

Reluctantly, he obeyed.

Denying him wasn’t a power play for her. Far from it. He’d given the control to her, had been eager to relinquish it, in fact. That meant he’d wanted someone to tell him no. To direct him. Any other woman would have allowed the action, but he didn’t want what he’d always had. He wanted something different. And she would give it to him, no matter the opposition. No matter how much she wanted that mouth sucking on her.

“Devil,” he moaned.

Darling. “Put your hand between my legs.”

The headboard finally broke as he rushed to obey. Though she’d told him to use only one, he placed one hand between her legs, groaned as if in pain, then placed the other on her thigh and groaned as if in agony.

She didn’t scold him. Yet. The action had probably been instinctual on his part, and was definitely welcome on hers. “Make me climax like this. Me, only me.”

He was jerking the barrier of her panties aside in the next instant, his fingers sliding over her wet clitoris. Now she was the one to groan. Nightmares, too. So damned good. The shadows and the screams finally broke free, seeping from her, enveloping the bed, wrapping around them.

Like before, Gideon didn’t seem to mind. And for a long while, he simply rubbed her. Rubbed her until she was moving with his touch, trying to force his fingers to sink inside her rather than torment her sensitive center. Gods, he was working her to a fever pitch, so when he finally, blessedly penetrated her with one finger, she instantly climaxed, squeezing him, holding tight.

Her head fell back as she rode the waves of satisfaction to the sky, stars twinkling behind her eyes. How long she floated, she didn’t know. She only knew that when she came back to herself, Gideon was still, awe in his eyes, awaiting his next command, his body so tense she could have snapped him in two.

That wasn’t good enough, though. She wanted him out of his mind with lust. She wanted him begging for it.

Now she scolded him. “Again,” she gritted out. “You’ll make me come again before you receive your own pleasure. And perhaps next time you’ll heed my orders to the letter.”

There won’t be a next time.

The thought almost chilled her desire. Almost. But too much did she crave him just then.

“Sorry. Sorry,” he babbled, which meant he wasn’t sorry at all.

A second finger joined the first, sinking in and out of her. All the while Gideon’s thumb played with that little bundle of nerves. Double stimulation, so good, so good, so damned good. More shadows, more screams.

“Don’t come, devil, don’t come.” His hips moved in sync with his words, rubbing against her, electrifying her enjoyment.

Just like that, Scarlet was propelled back to the sky, twirling, free, so overcome she might never be the same. Might? Ha.

“Don’t let me have you, please, don’t let me have you. Please.”

A plea he’d probably never uttered to another. And that he didn’t take her yet, that he waited for permission, spoke more of his intense need to relinquish control than his hesitant confession had.

That was why she didn’t give him what he craved. Not yet.

“Rip my panties the rest of the way off, but don’t enter me.”

The blue scrap of cloth was torn from her and resting beside her bra in less than a second. Gideon gripped her hips, fingers wrapping around to her ass. He pressed so determinedly, she knew she would have bruises. Bruises she welcomed.

“Not now?” Lines of tension branched from his eyes, and he was worrying his bottom lip so forcefully with his teeth, there was a trickle of blood running down his chin. He was on edge, desperate, but still he waited.

That roused her yet another degree, as if she hadn’t already climaxed twice.

“What have you fantasized about doing to other girls?” she asked him.

“Other girls? I remember all the other girls.” A broken admission. Strained. “I can think of everyone but you.”

He thought only of her. My darling. She couldn’t make him wait anymore.

“Inside,” she said, and he was lifting her, thrusting deep, roaring loud and long before the last syllable left her mouth.

Scarlet climaxed instantly, shuddering, her roar blending with his. Gods, he stretched her, hit her just right, and the orgasm was far more intense than any she’d ever experienced before. Even the screams and shadows shuddered. Even Nightmares bellowed.

Gideon, too, climaxed instantly, shouting her name, jetting hot seed inside her. Branding her, claiming her. Owning her. She could have basked in the sensations forever, could have remained one being, a part of Gideon, for eternity.

Or at least until his bedroom door crashed open and two angry Lords clomped inside the bedroom, weapons drawn.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

GIDEON HEARD the split of wood against metal, and knew his door had just been kicked down. Next he heard angry footsteps, a muttered, “What the hell?” from his friend Kane, and a growled, “Shit,” from Lucien.