Blaire
BLAIRE
“So let me get this straight,” murmured, rocking herself back and forth on Roman’s lap. His head fell back against the bookshelf behind them.
“Do we have to talk about this now?” he groaned, one hand gripping her hip tight enough to bruise, the other flicking open the button on her jeans, tugging down the fly, fingers working their way inside her underwear. “You’re so fucking wet, I’m so fucking hard. Ride me, Sweetest, and then once we’re both satisfied, I’ll let you complain to your heart’s content.”
bit her lip when his skilled finger found her aching clit. The pressure of it, inside the tightness of her jeans, was enough for her to be inching towards a climax already. But she had to focus.
“You tell me what the fuck is going on with this damned book depository, and I’ll ride your face, and then your dick, for the rest of the night if you want me to,” she managed. But she didn’t stop him from circling her clit with the pad of his finger.
“What do you want to know,” he said, smirking up at her as he slid his finger lower, finding her entrance and slowly inching it inside. She sucked in a breath, rolling her hips to get him deeper.
“Why does Farida think it’s okay to tell us we need to break our Join for this mission to work, but she can’t possibly leave this place for …” she broke off with a moan when Roman added a second finger.
“I need this hot little cunt on my face, ,” Roman growled, curling his fingers inside her.
Gritting her teeth, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist and tugged his hand from her pants. She wanted to cry at the loss of sensation, but she needed answers, and he was doing everything in his power to distract her from them.
“Here,” she said, the deprivation of her orgasm making her snippy. “This will have to do until you answer my questions.” She shoved his two fingers, slick with her arousal, into his mouth.
The way he sucked on them greedily, a low moan erupting from him, almost stole her resolve. But she did her jeans up and pressed his shoulders back against the bookshelf.
“Why should we have broken our Join, when she’s not prepared to … to break whatever connection she has to this place?” she asked again, hoping her tone sounded firm, and not shaking with need as she felt his cock jerk in his pants against her. She cleared her throat. “Why couldn’t we just leave it in Chicago, and catch a plane to Alaska, instead of her doing … whatever it is she does to move it, and then being wiped out for days after?”
Roman pulled his fingers from his mouth with a pop, and sighed.
“This place is too valuable for us to just leave it lying around,” he said. Finally, something! Even if it made zero sense.
“It’s a hidden library of musty old books. What’s so valuable?” asked. Roman’s jaw ticked.
“It’s … there’s something in here that Fortis wanted to find. He was … before we escaped him, he was using Farida to try and find it. But he wouldn’t tell her what it was, just said she would know when she found it.”
rolled her eyes. “Sounds like he doesn’t even know what it is,” she muttered.
Roman tilted his head to one side. “Perhaps he doesn’t. Perhaps he knew, but didn’t want to say. But we know he is all too aware of how … powerful Farida is. If he believes there is something important in here, and that Farida is the one who will be able to find it, then we should keep both things as far out of his reach as possible. So the Vault needs to stay close to Farida.”
watched him carefully for a moment, eyes narrowed. He was good at giving her enough information to satisfy her, without having to divulge the whole truth. It was damned infuriating, but she could sort of understand why. He’d spent decades keeping these dangerous secrets.
But she was his Joined. She wasn’t about to betray him!
It’s not your betrayal I worry about, Sweetest, he said inside her head. It’s what Fortis would do to pry the information out of you, if he got his hands on you.
shivered.
“Okay, fair enough,” she conceded. And to reward him for giving her as much information as he felt was safe, she rolled her hips, grinding over his erection.
“Little fucking minx,” he growled, his teeth sharpening. Her breath quickened. Fuck, she wanted those teeth in her. She wanted him to pierce her inner thigh, just after having licked an orgasm from her, so she could come hard again immediately with his lips still down there.
“So, what’s the plan now?” she asked instead, reaching out to unbutton his shirt. “Give me the rundown, quick, and then I’ll sit on your face, since you’re so very desperate for it.”
Roman reached up, tugging on her hair, pulling her down until her throat was against his lips.
“Don’t ever pretend you’re not craving my tongue buried inside that sweet little cunt, Sweetest,” he whispered, grazing a fang along the creamy skin of her throat. Not piercing her, but promising it would be so easy for him to do just that.
“Please, just tell me what the plan is, so we can fuck already,” she begged.
Roman chuckled, pressing his lips to the hollow at the base of her throat.
“Farida should be recovered by tomorrow. Once she wakes, we can assess our position. She thinks where Jack, and your parents, and Jude, are being held is to the southeast of here. Ellis is out playing candy at the dive bar in the village tonight, trying to see if any of the locals around here know about the place.”
“So, once we figure out which way to go, we’ll just …?” trailed off, raking her fingers down his stomach. He shuddered, groaning.
“We’ll procure a vehicle, and make our way in that direction,” he said simply. Like it was nothing more than ducking to the Starbucks on the next block for a Pumpkin Spice Latte. “Can I eat you now?”
shook her head. “And when we get there?” she asked.
Roman snarled. “Then Farida will be able to get us in and out unnoticed. We’ll find them all and get them out, too.”
wanted to ask how exactly Farida would be able to manage that … but when she remembered the dizzy spin as Farida zipped the Vault, with them inside of it, from Greenrock to Chicago, and then again from Chicago to whatever little Podunk village on the edge of the Alaskan Taiga they’d arrived in, she thought maybe she should just trust that Farida would have a way.
There was also the utter distraction that was Roman’s hand on her back, pressing her, arching her breasts towards him.
“Enough talk of tomorrow. Let me enjoy you.” He sucked her nipple, through her T-shirt, into his mouth.
“You’re a bad man, Roman Forbes …” she murmured, her fingers tangling in his black, glossy hair.
He bit her nipple. She gasped, her pussy pulsing with desire. He leaned back, eyes glowing green.
“Be a good girl, and take off your jeans,” he rumbled. She grinned, and shaking with eagerness, she leaped to her feet, tugging them and her red thong down her legs and kicking them into the corner. Roman watched, palming his cock through his trousers.
“Turn around,” he demanded. paused, cocking her head to one side.
“But I thought you said you wanted me to—”
“Turn around. I promise what I have planned will be just as good.”
Flutters of anticipation erupted in her stomach as she turned to face the other bookshelf. When his palm cupped her ass cheek, she whimpered.
“Bend over. Hold your ankles.”
Fuck. This was bossy Roman at his finest. She did as she was told, shivering as the cool air hit her damp, heated flesh.
“This ass. This perfect, round, biteable ass, Sweetest.” One hand, stroking over the curve of her backside, towards her center. A groan erupted from her at the light touch, so close to where she craved it but not close enough.
“I thought your fucking tits would be the death of me back on Greenrock. But this ass is enough to send me to my knees.”
All could see were her own legs, as she clutched her ankles, but there was a dull thud of his knees hitting the stone floor, and …
“Oh, fuck me!” she mewled, undulating as his mouth pressed against her pussy, his tongue diving in, then lapping and flicking at her clit. His big palms spread her ass, kneading the flesh there as he devoured her.
“Fucking delicious,” he mumbled into her quivering pussy, using the flat of his tongue in a way that had her legs shaking, her breaths coming in filthy, gasping pants, the hot ache inside raging like a wildfire.
He growled against her, burying deeper, sucking her clit into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue, and then lapping his way towards her entrance, thrusting his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and she turned her head to the side, biting down on her arm to stifle the scream as she came on his mouth, a violent, throbbing, soaking, messy orgasm.
He licked her through the waves of pleasure, and just as she was able to suck in a proper breath, still quivering and sodden, his fangs pierced the flesh of her backside.
“Holy … oh fuck,” she moaned, her muscles tightening towards a second, immediate release, his fingers finding her soaked pussy and slipping inside.
He growled against her backside as her pussy squeezed his fingers, and he drank deep from her.
She was mostly boneless when his fingers slid from her, his fangs disappearing. He licked the bite marks, and she shuddered.
“That was …” she sighed as he got to his feet. She wanted to straighten, too, but she felt like it was probably more likely she’d collapse to the floor.
“I’m not done with you yet, Sweetest,” Roman warned, palming her ass, then planting a light slap on it. She squeaked, her body priming for another round of whatever he had planned.
He was insatiable. But so was she.
“Hold onto the bookshelf,” he growled, and the sound of his fly unzipping, the rustle of his jeans being shimmied down his legs, had her spreading her own legs wider, reaching forwards to hold onto the shelf in front of her.
“You’ve got me so riled. I can’t be gentle right now,” he warned, swirling his cock in her arousal, coating himself with it.
“I don’t want gentle,” she replied. “Take me how you need to.”
“Fucking hell, , you’re perfect.”
He slammed into her right to the hilt. She went up on her toes, wriggling to accommodate him. She was used to his size by now, but that was … sudden. And yet she was dripping around him, aching to feel another violent thrust like that.
“More. Again,” she demanded, gripping tighter to the shelf, and he obliged.
Thrust after wet, slapping thrust, she took him, her body jerking back to meet him, his hands gripping her hips, their rhythm erratic and dirty and so hot could barely handle it.
“So fucking tight, Sweetest. I fucking love you. No matter what happens in the coming days … I love you.”
barely registered his words because her third orgasm of the night was barreling down on her, and she screamed as she came, squeezing him, her legs shaking. Her whole body shaking.
With a snarled, “Fucking perfect!” he followed her, arching against her as he came, filling her with heat.
Panting, he helped her to the floor, turning her, pulling her limp body against his chest, and wrapping her in his comforting embrace. Pressing her mouth to his neck.
“Drink, . Take what you need from me.”
So she did.