Planting his palm flat on the wall, he barely avoided knocking one of those ancient framed paintings to the floor. Granted, it would probably look better there, but he wasn’t all that into art.
More sounds ricocheted through the mansion, piercing his sensitive ears. Soft moans and urgent growls drifted in the air, but there was only one that truly caught his attention. He could hear her breaths and the thrum of her blood across the distance.
“Acadia,” he moaned, her name falling from his lips as his body hardened.
Ah, fuck. What the hell was going on here?
It took three tries, but Kaj managed to stumble the few steps to the door of his room. He had no clue where he was going, but he knew he needed to be somewhere private because whatever this was … his cock was raging and in desperate need of release. It throbbed to the point of pain, the scrape of denim against his flesh nearly unbearable.
“Kaj…”
Pivoting, he saw Acadia walking into his room, her head held high, amethyst eyes glowing brightly.
So he wasn’t the only one affected. Good to know.
“Whatisthat?” he asked.
“It’s what’s known asgathenya.”
Yeah, that was completely lost on him. He’d heard Obsidian speak in his native angel tongue before, but he’d never bothered to learn himself. However, he wasn’t an idiot and he didn’t need a translator to know that what it boiled down to was some sort of sexual vibration that stimulated the need for sex.
“How long does it last?”
Those beautiful eyes dropped to his fly. “Until you’ve sated the urge.”
“Not helping,” he grumbled, turning away. “Close the door.”
When she remained on the same side as him, Kaj knew the reason she’d come to him. It wasn’t out of concern for his well-being or to give him a quick lesson in what to expect around here. She needed him the same as he needed her.
Desperate to sate the ache, he ripped his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto a chair before reaching for the button on his jeans. He managed to remain upright, turning to see Acadia’s eyes were wandering over his naked chest, and if he wasn’t mistaken, the lust he saw there was spurred by more than just the strange energy pulsing through the mansion.
“Strip, Acadia.”
Her eyes danced over him as he forcefully yanked the laces on his boots loose enough he could toe them off, then shucked the denim shackling his legs.
A moan escaped him when he wrapped his fist around his rigid cock, stroking roughly.
“Now,” he commanded, remembering how this female had always enjoyed his dominating nature.
“As long as you understand this is a one-time thing.”
“Sure.” She could believe whatever she wanted.
Those amethyst eyes began to brighten more as she worked that complicated contraption she called a dress. Seconds felt like years as she loosened the strings and removed one layer after another until,finally, she was gloriously naked. Kaj sucked air in through his nose as his fangs shot down from his jaw, the need to feed as powerful as the urge to fuck.
There were no more words spoken as he picked her up and carried her to the nearest flat surface, which happened to be the frilly couch. But rather than toss her onto it, Kaj set her on her feet and turned her away from him. Unable to resist, he curled his hand around her jaw, pulled her lips toward his. Her kiss was just as he remembered, achingly tender yet fueled by an unmistakable passion.
“Kaj … please.”
He managed to release his hold, urging her to bend over the back of the sofa.
He growled low in his throat as he nudged her legs apart with his feet. He was desperate to be inside her, to feel the smooth walls of her sex clutching him. By the time he aligned his cock with the slick entrance to her body, he was gasping for air, the need overtaking him.
Acadia cried out as he thrust in deep, the sound so familiar, one he’d missed for so fucking long. He had never admitted it aloud, but Kaj had ached for her. Not only this, either. More. Just being in the same room with her … it settled the beast within him. He knew deep in his marrow that she belonged to him, but he’d purposely ignored it because he’d had more important things to take care of.
But right this instant, as he filled her body, Kaj knew there was never anything as important as her.
Bracing his hands on the back of the sofa, Kaj plunged into Acadia as she wound her arms around his. When her soft hands rested atop his, he spread his fingers wide, allowing her to twine their fingers. He knew what she needed from him. The emotional energy she would draw from this encounter alone would sustain her for days, and he was more than willing to give.
