Misled (Carnal Thirst #1)(12)
Author: Sylvia Day

Her hands drifted to his back, massaging the muscles she felt flexing as he gentled her. His skin was so warm, so sleek and fluid over the tight ropes of sinew underneath. His body was as gorgeous as his face, a work of art in its sheer perfection. She gave herself up to that body, to the seduction that it wielded with such consummate skill.

Seduce me, she pleaded. Make me forget everything but you.

Sable felt his answering love in the very marrow of her bones. Then his sensual call wrapped around her like a thick fog, obscuring her restlessness, erasing Marius and his threats just as she’d hoped. Deeper and deeper he drew her under his spell, warm and welcoming and wondrously arousing on the deepest level. He didn’t probe or pry, merely surrounded her in his affection.

Suddenly, his hands felt as if they were everywhere at once, his mouth sucking and moving across her skin in a thousand different places at the same time. His scent was so wonderful, like sex and vampire. He tasted so good, like chocolate-covered sin. His lips, those beautifully sculpted lips, were opened wide against hers, so soft and sensual.

Sometimes, he thought, I want you so badly I can’t think.

Sable closed her eyes and engulfed him in her very essence, wanting to touch him all over as he was touching her. Derek groaned, the sound so erotic that goose bumps spread over her skin.

It’s never enough, baby. I can never get deep enough.

His hot mouth left hers, traveling across her jaw and then lower, licking along the vein in her neck, making her body weep with a rush of moisture. Reaching her br**sts, he surrounded her n**ples, holding one gently between his teeth while his tongue flicked across the tip until she mewled like a kitten and twisted restlessly in his arms. Then he paid the same loving attention to the other one. His warm hands caressed the length of her torso, kneading and petting in maddening rhythm until they slid between her thighs, spread them wide and found her dripping with need.

His long fingers spread the folds of her cunt and slipped inside, one swirling around her clit, two more penetrating her deeply. She moaned uncontrollably, calling his name. Derek was mouthwatering, the beautifully delineated muscles in his arm flexing with every deep plunge, his touch so reverent and possessive.

I love this, your cunt filled with my come. I need to fill you everywhere.

Covered in her cream and his seed, his lubricated fingers slid lower. He caressed the tight rosette with soothing circles. The soft swirling of his fingers was endlessly arousing and yet completely wicked. But she wasn’t afraid. How could she be? This was Derek and he loved her, adored her. He would never hurt her and she could sense his expectation, his careful control. He wanted her this way, wanted it so badly he was almost shaking with the anticipation. He was a Master after all, a vampire used to having his own way. And she controlled him completely, ruled him in the most base of ways. This was her gift—her complete submission—and he knew her well enough to recognize the level of trust she gave him.

One finger pressed firmly against the tight rosette and with a gasp of pleasure, Sable relaxed and it slid deep inside.

Hot. So tight. Fuck, Sable, you’re going to burn me alive.

She lifted her heels to the edge of the mattress and moaned, her hands going to her br**sts to massage their swollen ache. Take me.

Soon. His finger withdrew and then returned.

He growled when her cunt spasmed.

She groaned.

It was strange, odd. A burning pressure, but not too painful. He worked his finger faster, f**king her until her h*ps rolled desperately. Then he retreated. Derek reached for the single drawer that protruded from the wall and found the oil. He rolled the bottle between his hands, warming the golden fluid. Then he opened the top and drizzled the liquid between her spread legs. She whimpered, one hand going between her legs and massaging her throbbing clit.

Don’t come, he warned. Not until I’m inside you.

“Derek!” she protested, near mad with lust. Two of his fingers were f**king her tight hole, stretching and yet pleasing. It was almost painful, but she was shielded by his calling, wrapped in his love. Three fingers. Burning, more stretching. But she was wet, so wet that her fingers pumping into her p**sy were drenched and her h*ps started a gentle tempo in time with his thrusts. He bent over her, his mouth capturing a stiff nipple and suckling. His erection was rock-hard and stabbing into the back of her thigh, weeping rivulets of pre-come.

Now? he asked, concerned and yet so eager she could feel it.

Yes, now. She wanted him so badly, wanted to feel him inside her.

He stepped back, just enough distance to position the thick length of his c*ck at her tight, well-oiled rosette. His slick hand worked his cock, lubricating it. The sight of his masturbating almost made her come and she bit hard into her lower lip to prevent it. She was desperate for him, so aroused she could barely breathe.

Hurry.

Soon, baby.

Now!

And then he was there, huge and so hard, pressing for entry. Pressing until the tight hole flowered for him and the thick head of his c*ck popped through the tight ring. Sable gasped and writhed as he entered. So slowly. Pain grew and spread. She turned her head into the pillow and whimpered,

I can feel it, he thought. Relax, baby.

Clenching her sheets, she forced herself to relax.

Derek paused, his breathing harsh, his palms damp where he held her thighs open. Do you want me to stop?

No, she moaned, feeling his c*ck against her fingers through the thin membrane that separated them.

Let me in, Sable. I can take the pain away if you let me in.

The warm blanket of his call wrapped even tighter around her and she felt nothing but the heated length of him, tunneling deep with infinite care.

Mine.

Yes.

Forever.

And Sable said nothing, could say nothing. She wanted to shield her thoughts, but Derek had taken over, controlling her mind as he controlled her body, sliding home balls-deep in the depths of her ass. Pleasure poured from his consciousness into hers. The muscles of his stomach were clenched tightly as he began to thrust, gently at first to allow her to accommodate him, and then faster.

Hot, so tight and sweet, he groaned, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her belly. I love you. I love you so much.

Spread wide, she was pinned beneath him, his c*ck stroking through the oil into the dark depths of her. She moaned, lost in the pleasure, feeling him glide past her fingers on every deep plunge.

Sable shattered in orgasm, bursting into a million pieces. Lost in his love, her love, she felt his c*ck jerk and his come spurt in hot bursts, filling her ass with his seed. And through the blinding power of their mutual orgasm she was flooded with his thoughts.

So good. Yours, I’m yours. Never get enough. Want you more. Need you. Love you. Love you. Mine. All mine, my love.

Her heart broke.

* * * * *

Derek woke up with widest grin. He knew he must look starstruck, but he couldn’t help it. He felt boneless and sated to his very soul. His chosen mate knew how to please him very well. Sable had slept for an hour at most and then she’d woken him to a hot cleansing cloth wrapped around his cock, which was later followed by her hot mouth.

Insatiable, she’d f**ked him repeatedly throughout the night and he’d given himself completely into her hands. She had drawn him into her calling, drenched him with her luxurious sensuality and loved him to his core. His grin began to hurt, it was so big.

She loved him. Sable Taylor loved him.

She hadn’t actually said the words, she hadn’t even thought the words, but he’d felt it just the same. Her love for him was a precious thing. His most cherished possession.

He reached for her, but didn’t sense her. Derek frowned and sat up, searching for her with his eyes and his senses. “Sable?”

Silence. In the room and in his mind.

He tossed the covers back and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. A rustling noise stilled him. He dug through the covers until he found the note.

Derek,

We’re docked at your field office headquarters. I’ve gone. Don’t come for me. It’s over between us. I could never feel for you what you claim to feel for me and it wouldn’t be right to lead you on or give you hope for things that can never be.

I don’t want to make this harder for you. I’m sorry if you became more emotionally involved than you should have. It was never my intention to hurt you, but after Marius, your love is not something I want.

Thank you for your assistance in my investigation. Thank you for everything.

—Sable

Derek shook his head and blinked rapidly. Was he having a nightmare? He looked at the open clothes locker and saw that all of Sable’s belongings were gone.

Had she gone insane? Had he f**ked the sense right out of her brain?

He must have, if she thought he was going to buy this shit. She loved him. He had no doubt about that. None.

He’d sensed her turmoil all night, had wondered about it and in the end had dismissed it as nerves. She was falling deeper and deeper in love with him, and he knew that scared her.

He crumpled the note in his hand.

He sighed in resignation as he got out of the warm bed that smelled so strongly of sex and Sable. They were going to have to work on this f**king him and leaving bullshit.

Damned impossible woman.

Chapter Eight

Derek walked into the quiet squad room. A quick glance at the monitor told him all of the other agents were out in the field. His name on the roster was dimmed, showing his leave of absence status.

“Atkinson.”

He turned to face Captain Hoff. “Yes, sir?”

“Is that Sable Taylor’s Starwing in docking bay 7?”

“It sure is.”

“Where is she?”

Shrugging, Derek said, “Hell if I know.”

“Is she in the med-lab?”

Derek turned and leaned back against the counter, his arms crossing his chest. He eyed the captain carefully. “Not that I’m aware of. Why would she be?”

Hoff smiled easily. “Glad to hear that. I’d heard there was a spot of trouble with her ship. I’m relieved to hear she wasn’t injured.”

“Umm,” Derek hummed. This was getting interesting. “I thought you didn’t like vamps?”

“I don’t. On the Force. She’s a bounty hunter and a good one. She’s helped us quite a bit, don’t you think?”

“Sure. I’m just surprised to hear that you do.” He pushed away from the counter. “Well, it’s been fun chatting with you, Captain, but I’m still on leave, so I’ll be heading out now.”

“Are you leaving with Taylor?”

Derek studied the captain again. “Why would I do that?”

A red brow arched sardonically. “You came here in her ship.”

“You sure know a lot about what happens with her,” Derek pointed out.

“That’s my job, Atkinson. I have to know what’s going on with everyone who enters this building.” Hoff walked toward his office. “Enjoy your vacation.”

Derek watched the captain walk away, frowning at the thought that entered his mind. Hoff was far too interested in Sable, always had been. She was constantly being detained, sometimes for hours. In the past, he’d always assumed that her unconventional methods of capture had attracted the unwanted attention. Now, he wondered if there was more to Sable’s case than she’d let on.

How many secrets did she have?

* * * * *

Derek settled into the captain’s chair of the Viper and established a secure comm link with his assistant. He was not in a good mood. In fact, he felt murderous. He’d figured out where Sable had run off to. She was with Marius Drake. And he’d been chasing the two of them for almost three weeks. To his fury, he always seemed to be a step behind them.

Marius was a wealthy man with a dozen different residences scattered all over the galaxy. Unfortunately for Derek, he seemed determined to take Sable to each and every one of them, causing Derek to slowly lose his mind. So far he’d been able to detect by scent that Sable was using her own room and Marius was staying the hell away from her, but how long would that last? Loving Sable like he did, Derek knew it must be torture for Marius to have her so close and not take her. But if the other man touched her… And if she let him…

Derek growled.

The screen before him lit up with the image of his assistant and he offered a curt greeting.

“Good afternoon to you, too, sir,” Stein returned. “On the Viper again, I see, and from your tone, I take it you were unsuccessful at catching up with them.”

“Not for much longer,” Derek muttered. “Did you discover anything interesting since the last time I spoke with you?”

“Quite a bit, actually.” Stein fumbled around on his cluttered desk. “I managed to hack into President Drake’s file.”

Derek grunted. “About damn time.”

“My job is not as easy as it looks, sir,” Stein retorted. “However, despite the delay, I think you’ll be pleased. Once I gained access to the file, I located Ms. Taylor’s. He hadn’t erased it as I’d originally thought, merely swallowed it into his.”

“Son of bitch,” Derek growled.

“There were some very interesting things in there. First of all, it appears that Ms. Taylor has been a project of the President’s almost since birth.”

“I knew that already. He’s been grooming her to be his mate. He just wasn’t counting on her having any backbone.”

“Well, were you aware that he’s been tracking her?” Stein asked. “He’s had a tracking device on every one of her ships since she broke off their personal relationship.”

Derek’s eyes widened. Marius had put the tracking device on her ship? “I think that tracking device almost got her killed.”

“So you said. I researched the schematics of the particular devices used on Ms. Taylor’s ships. The President had them specially designed so that the authorities wouldn’t be able to pick up the signal. It could only be read by a special receiver, one that he alone possesses.”