He picked her up, set her on the counter. Her hands lowered to his leathers. And as she unbuttoned and undid his zipper, he slid his hand between her thighs, parted her folds, and stroked a finger down her tempting cleft. Sheshuddered.
His cock freed, she grasped him, flicking the head with her thumb. His balls jerked. Damn. He drew her to the edge of the counter and kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Her hand dropped away, and her legs wrapped around his hips, her seductively wet core sliding against hissex.
Aaandhe lost whatever remained of his common sense. In one hard thrust, he sank intoher.
“Ohhhh…” she breathed as her body stretched to accommodate him. A groan of pure need garroted him, her intimate muscles locking around him like a fist. And then he was thrusting inside her with hard strokes then slowdrags.
“More,” she whimpered. “Faster.” The wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the quiet pantry. Voices drifted from the kitchen. The warriors would be getting ready to leave on patrol now. And he could careless.
“Dagan—”
“Ignorethem.”
“Thedoor—”
“Forgetit.”
He didn’t bother to lock the door as he pulled out and thrust back into her. It could be done in an instant. And he wanted her on the edge to give her what sheneeded.
She braced her hands on the counter. Her gaze lowered to where they were joined. At the sight of his cock sliding into her tight body, arousal burneddeeper.
He rolled her clit with his thumb, and she shuddered, her feminine muscles clamping around him. He gripped the tiny point of pleasure andtugged.
“God, Dagan!” She came fast, squeezing him like a vise as he pumped intoher.
“Come here, baby.” He pulled out, set her down, and spun her around. She grasped the counter. He slid his cock back into her, bent his knees, and drew her against him, his erection sliding deeper into her still spasming sheath. Wrapping her hair in his fist, he tilted her face to his and kissed her. His own orgasm barreling furiously down his spine, his balls tightened. His fangslengthened.
Fuuuck!He pulled away and buried his face in her hair, his incisors piercing the flesh of his lip instead. He shuddered, releasing intoher.
Several harsh breaths later, he eased away from her wet warmth and bit off agroan.
Shae staggered back against the shelves and then grabbed them, her skirt falling back into place and concealingher.
He hadn’t meant to take her so hard. Obviously, his brain had hiked off into the land of the dead when it came to her. But hell, he didn’t regret it for one damnsecond.
He reached for his cigar and inhaled the sedative smoke deeply…aware her eyes were fixed on him. But she didn’t say anything. His throbbing incisors finally receding, he clenched the cigar between his teeth and glanced around. Grabbing a couple of paper napkins from another shelf, he cleaned her since she seemed to lack the strength to stand or doanything.
“Are you all right?” she asked as he took care ofhimself.
Always about him. Yet she’d been the one hurting sobadly.
“I’m good.” He zipped up and pushed the used tissues and dead stub into his pocket and felt her panties. “Here.”
She pulled on her underwear, her wary gaze flickering past him to the shut door. “Are they still in thekitchen?”
Cutting her an amused smile, he shook his head. “They left.” He picked up the hot chocolate from the counter, put his hand on her waist, and ushered herout.
In the kitchen, she got out the milk from the fridge and glanced at him where he leaned against the window counter. “Aren’t you leavingnow?”
“In a fewminutes.”
“I’m okay.Honest.”
Yes, their passionate encounter had replaced desolation in her eyes. But he knew, too, the moment she went back to her mother, it wouldresurface.
Hedori entered through the open French doors. He’d seemed a little rattled after their rescue of Jenna in the Dark Realm. Dagan couldn’t blame him, it had been centuries since the Empyrean took up arms as a warrior andkilled.
Hedori cast a quick look at Shae then back to Dagan. “May I have aword?”
