3. Every Part of You
Chapter 3
Every Part of You
M y gaze slid back over to the man driving the luxurious, rich-person car. It wasn’t but five minutes ago when his lips were on mine and a kiss that could only be classified under heavenly took my mouth by storm.
I touched my still-wet lips, the phantom sensation of his kiss tickling along the surface. It teased the senses, and I’d been so eager to kiss him back that my arms had quickly wrapped around his neck and dragged him closer.
His smile against my lips had been lost in my eagerness to devour his mouth, and for minutes we battled, his tongue joining mine, his hands bringing our hips together, my fingers sinking into his silky dark hair.
I traced the path his tongue took when it licked my bottom lip, and I could feel the squeeze between my legs, arousal reigniting. It was shameful how wet I’d gotten with just one kiss. I still felt the evidence of it whenever I shifted. But guilt was a real bitch, and I closed my eyes and swallowed the terrible burn of shame creeping into my throat.
What would Kate say right now?
I could almost hear her voice whispering for me to go all in and sink my claws into that hot piece of “Yes, oh God, yes!” She’d nudge me with her elbow. She’d tell me I was being stupid to think about Phillip when he made it clear that what we had together was casual, no strings. And then she’d cleverly argue I needed to live a little.
Hadn’t I made a promise to myself that I’d actually go out there and live my damn life after nearly dying at the hands of Eros twice? Or how after the uncertain fate of my Grams damaged a good night’s sleep for weeks I wouldn’t give myself any more excuses? Or more importantly, how I had every right to live the way I wanted after I realized I was nothing but a weapon created with the genetics of the very thing I hunted?
When I lifted my eyes, fired up, Sloan chuckled beside me. “The expressions you give way to in silent moments are, I must admit, enormously refreshing.”
Weight hit my stomach the second he said so. “Expressions? Shit.”
I also promised myself I’d keep all emotion from showing on my face, and here I was, repeating the same mistakes.
It fucking figures.
Sloan’s lips slanted upwards. “Try not to be too hard on yourself. Most Hunters are given plenty of time to train out in the world before being tasked the way you have been with high-level missions.”
“Or before being chased by ancient, death-defying assholes bent on killing them?”
Sloan’s chest-deep chuckle made my stomach do an odd flip. “Or that.”
I nodded, in no mood to continue the discussion. “So, what kind of restaurant are we going to—and do they accept Mistresses of Evil as patrons?”
The way Sloan’s delight reached his face and broadened his smile was worth the redirection I took, and I internally celebrated the smooth transition from uncomfortable work talk to something a little less world-ending. “I think it’ll make you happy, and to hell with anyone that turns away a beauty like yours.”
Shit. I’d never be as smooth as Sloan.
Never.
After an awkward dinner and shopping excursion around town, where every person stared at us like we were up for auction, and a few women even found a reason to talk to Sloan, the other Hunter drove us to a secret spot on a hill that overlooked the city.
The sky was clear, stars brightly gleaming and scattered along the nightscape, and I’d never seen anything quite like it. Really, my life had been one fast maneuver to the next, and I rarely got to enjoy an evening out.
I mean, not like this, anyway.
Most of the nights I spent out were overshadowed by vampires with glinting fangs and the screams of the innocent townsfolk they lured into their traps. That, or the taste of blood in my mouth after a sound kick or punch to my body by a strong-as-fuck creature of the night. Followed by an explosion of ash when my vengeful, well-aimed stake sunk into the bastard’s chest. That was how I spent most of my nights before meeting Phil.
Don’t think about him.
Moistening my lips, I flicked my eyes towards the window, suddenly very uncomfortable with all the silence presently occupying the car. Unfortunately, the rumbling hum of the sportscar and the loud chirp of bugs out for the evening weren’t loud enough to drown out the racing thump of my heart. It was all very romance movie, if I was honest, and I fidgeted in a way I never had with Phillip.
I clasped my hands together, determined to smother out the quaking in my body. “This is a nice spot,” I whispered, internally berating my awkwardness. “Where did you even find it?”
Sloan cut the engine. Then the leather of his seat creaking reached my sensitive ears when he artfully leaned it back, giving me his full attention. “I have my ways.”
My heart was an erratic pound in my ears, and the muscles in my body were pulled tight in anticipation. But it was anyone’s guess what I could possibly be anticipating.
“Nigel probably told you,” I struggled to say.
“Nigel told me,” Sloan confirmed with a boyish giggle. “He said it was a local secret. Probably where all the teens go to—”
“Be naughty?” I finished, cheeks on fire.
I’d bet my favorite dagger Sloan figured me out from the very beginning. It didn’t take someone clever to realize I was a total noob at dating hot guys—or really, guys in general. It seemed stupid to try to hide it when up against a top-level Hunter of his age and skill set.
Still, call it baseless pride, but I wanted Sloan to think I could act the part of a well-trained Hunter even out on a pseudo-date like we were. Pity date? Whatever it was, I’d never be convinced someone like Sloan was truly interested in a girl like me.
Sure, the Brit didn’t strike me as the type to play games the way Phil did, but everything about the night felt a little too accommodating and considerate. Like appeasing a child. Regardless if that was the case, I slowly fell victim to Sloan’s potent charms.
As my heart tried to figure out a rhythm, I worked quickly to control the emotions leaking into my expression. I schooled my face and relaxed my posture. Then finally, I unclenched my jaw. “It’s all a little…”
“Romantic?” Sloan supplied, his happy grin not lost on me. “Perhaps that was my intention.”
I wanted to scorn him, to call it a horrible waste, but I worried about seeming ungrateful. With Phillip, I never hesitated to say what was on my mind. Sort of the beauty of the relationship I had with my sarcastic asshole of a partner. But with Sloan, I watched what I said and filtered out most of my usual sarcasm. I couldn’t help it.
“It wasn’t necessary, Sloan. All of this.”
The glint in the Brit’s ice-blue irises had my body reacting in the most girly way it could, and I hated how easily he broke through my bravado. “I beg to differ, but I’m not really the type of bloke to argue with a beautiful, quick-witted woman.”
Fuck, this dude is good.
I could almost hear Kate saying I didn’t stand a chance. And she’d be right.
Every time I tried to argue a point, Sloan found a way to reject me in a way that never sounded rude or dismissive. It was beyond impressive how Sloan used compliments and subtle flattery to put my complaints to rest. Worse, the way the other Hunter came across was completely genuine.
I’d been taught over the years on how to detect dishonesty and lies, and even if I hadn’t, the feeling Sloan gave was one of sincerity and complete honesty. And sadly, I couldn’t ignore how adorable Sloan was when he laughed like a little boy.
His laughter quickly filled the silence.
I could only open and close my mouth, unable to argue with his point despite the fact that it was quite literally insane how fast the other Hunter praised me. After seeing how he fought and what sort of ruthless and unforgiving trainer Sloan was, the gap between the person currently giggling happily beside me and the stone-cold killer was almost too much to comprehend.
Sloan sighed and scanned the cliff-edge view with a sweep of his eyes. “You still have your guard up around me. You don’t need to.”
“I don’t,” I argued quietly.
His smile dropped some. “You do, but it’s understandable. It would be strange if you acted the same way you do with Phillip. But I’m greedy. I want it all. Every part of you.”
What?
I offered Sloan an eyebrow, not following. “What do you mean?”
For the first time, Sloan wasn’t smiling. Instead, he let loose another breath and carded slender fingers through his thick hair, finally showcasing a rare side—agitation. It took me by surprise and I watched, completely captivated.
“I’m not making any sense, I realize. Forgive me. I seem to lose myself a little around you.” His eyes captured mine in a breathtaking moment, the gleam of determination not something I was ready to see. “That doesn’t mean, however, my feelings for you are impulsive.”
His feelings ?
“He may have his reasons, but I don’t agree with how Phillip treated you.” Sloan leaned forward and, unfortunately, I didn’t move away like I should. No, I hung onto every word he said. I wanted to hear everything, and I stopped breathing just so I could. “You deserve to be cherished, V. It’s Phillip’s loss that he didn’t go out of his way to do it. He left space for another. I’m not the kind man you think I am. I’m greedy and will absolutely exploit any and all opportunities to get what I want.”
It wasn’t that Sloan was wrong, but it hurt to hear bad things being said about Phillip.
Whether or not he treated me the way I deserved, the Austrian never misrepresented who he was. If anything, I was the one in the wrong. After I realized I might be in love with Phillip, I wanted it to be the same for him. I wanted to drag the statement out of him without any regard for how he felt or what he wanted. It was immature and selfish. And then we fought. So, if anyone was to blame for how things ended, it was me.
My throat constricted painfully, the realization of how I’d ruined things a tough pill to swallow.
Phillip made it clear he wasn’t interested in a relationship, just fun. The Austrian did what he promised he’d do from the very beginning. It may have been like he said, he’d developed strong feelings for me, but the difference between us was Phillip knew when it was time to call it quits. Not to mention, he barely reacted when he found Sloan and I kissing.
The grip on my heart was deadly, and I suffered through an agony I’d never experienced before.
As if knowing what I internally struggled with, Sloan spoke up again, “It’s not my place to say this, but you’re not obligated to stay committed to someone who won’t do the same for you. ”
The other Hunter’s words registered slowly as I watched Sloan’s beautiful mouth form them. Heart thundering for an entirely different reason than fear, I stared at Sloan’s face, which was closer than it was a minute ago.
It was without flaw. Too beautiful, some may argue. But it didn’t compare to the assault of his words. Each sincere statement hit harder than the last, driving the reality home that I’d royally screwed things up with Phillip. It wasn’t Sloan’s intention, I was almost confident, to make me realize that, but it made me wonder if I held onto Phillip out of childish hope.
Maybe things between us were really over. Maybe the only one holding onto everything was me. Maybe that was the entire reason Phillip decided to go off and find Cash without me. Maybe it was time to start accepting we’d only be work partners from now on.
Here was a man who wasn’t like other guys, and he was going out of his way to openly declare himself as an option. I’d seen girls around me fall for much less.
I’d fallen for less.
Honestly, no one ever treated me the way Sloan did. He was beautiful, kind, and not at all full of baseless pride. He treated me the way I’d only seen in movies. He didn’t say things to get something out of me. He didn’t use them to put me down or scorn me. He didn’t treat me like I was incapable of taking care of myself. No, everything Sloan said and did was purely because he respected me, and it was something I could definitely get used to.
Not even Nigel treated me that way when he was pretending to be the goodly guy in my life. Sloan didn’t go out of his way to small talk or chat without a reason, but the Brit never seemed to be truly silent around me either. He found reasons to talk to me. He asked questions and listened.
Nothing like Phillip.
It was only in that moment I realized the things the Brit said were what I’d desperately hoped to hear from Phillip. I wanted my stubborn, self-centered partner to declare war over me; to ignore his past and chase after me. And when the Austrian didn’t, I was left with an emptiness I couldn’t adequately describe.
I thought I didn’t want love. I thought I was okay with casual and fun. I thought I didn’t need anyone—and really, I didn’t. But I wanted it. I wanted the love my parents had; the love my Grams and Gramps had. And maybe that was how I’d finally live my own life. But mostly, I wanted the freedom to fall in love.
Sloan’s fingers caressed my jaw, tracing its shape. Glinting light eyes caught rays of moonlight, and I was immediately entranced by them. Our lips met seconds later. Swiftly, his hand curved around the back of my neck and urged me closer. The way he respectfully but powerfully beckoned me to him had me groaning into the other Hunter’s mouth.
I climbed onto his lap, no longer hesitant. In the tight space of the car, it was an awkward crouch I was forced to take. But nothing mattered anymore. Not when the desire to taste Sloan and feel his body overwhelmed rational thought.
Our kiss went from gentle to hurried as soon as I settled onto his thighs with the steering wheel digging painfully into my back. Sloan dragged me closer, saving me from the pain, and drove his tongue into my awaiting mouth with a low, rumbling growl .
Another hard throb hit the place between my legs, and I circled my waist, desperate to relieve the building tension. Sloan’s jaw clenched and his eyes shut, a feral sound echoing inside his chest. His body stiffened against the assault of my ass moving over the hard rise in his pants, but I was so damn horny and ready for it, I didn’t even think about how shameless the continued shift of my hips made me seem.
Or how little I fought the urge to give in.
Light eyes jerking open, Sloan’s chest rumbled again, vibrating between my thighs, and the blue-eyed Hunter met every roll of my hips with his own.
The friction alone was addicting. I wanted more of it. I struggled to say as much, so I continued to shift wildly against him, hoping the message would come across loud and clear—I was ready to make this more. I was ready to shed modesty and duty so I could sink into sin with the gorgeous Brit.
“That’s it, pet,” Sloan whispered, his voice thick with lust and his hair a mess after my fingers were done with it.
Hands gripping my waist, keeping our bodies locked together, the other Hunter’s mouth trailed from mine, then latched onto the throbbing pulse along my neck. A blatantly wanton sound left my throat, and my head dropped back. Teeth scraped a path down the arch until Sloan’s tongue swept across the exposed bone of my collar.
My chest expanded and my stomach retracted. Pleasure overtook the senses, and I chased every morsel, desperate and shameless. I shed my earlier hesitations. Ignored my head and gave into my body. Ridiculous, really, how quickly I was sucked into it all; how none of it seemed wrong anymore .
It felt right.
Sloan’s strong grip on my waist led me into a tantalizing back and forth, rubbing my panty-covered clit over the rough fabric of his pants.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, gripping his shoulder and boldly thrusting against him like I’d been fantasizing about doing for over a week.
With our mouths clashing at different angles, I worked quickly through the line of buttons on his shirt. Occupied with the kiss, I nearly tore through the fabric to just be done with it. But before I could, Sloan’s hands enclosed over mine and stalled me.
Laughing into my mouth, Sloan’s tongue flicked out against mine before dragging across my lower lip. “There’s no need to rush, love. I’m not going anywhere.”
Panting, I looked down after nearly hitting my head on the ceiling and then I awkwardly tucked hair behind my ear. “I’m sorry.”
His sneaky grin eased the nervous coil in my stomach, then one of his hands worked the skirt I wore up to my panty line. “But that doesn’t mean stop, V.”
Sloan’s hand sunk between my thighs. He easily navigated around my underwear, rubbing provocative circles over my clit, and then slipped fingers into my slit and the collecting moisture. His normally artic blue eyes were dark and pupil-blown when Sloan sucked one of the fingers he’d rubbed me with into his mouth.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
Keeping our gazes locked, Sloan cleaned his finger, tongue swirling around in plain view of my greedy eyes. Another torturous throb echoed between my legs. It’d been a while since I was this turned on. His eyes shifted down before he slid his hand across my wetness again, his other hand dragging me down into a kiss. I tasted myself on him, and it only made my pulse throb harder.
Moaning, my hips undulated, eager to satisfy the tension. And Sloan didn’t make me suffer long. He penetrated me two fingers deep, knowing right away how to bring me pleasure and never hesitating. Sliding his mouth close to my ear, Sloan nibbled my lobe with his teeth, breathing wet heat. “You taste as good as I thought you would.”
I moaned without meaning to. “What—?”
Devilish smirk intensifying, Sloan grabbed my face and drove his tongue into my mouth in time with his fingers, making my question morph into moans. “Let me take care of you,” he said, voice gravelly.
Our lips fused briefly before Sloan’s thumb circled deliciously over my clit again, this time with purpose, and my hips unintentionally bucked. With my thighs quaking, a gasp fled my mouth and I rode out the violent, world-ending waves of sensation. I flattened my hands on the roof of the car to keep my head from colliding with it while Sloan’s fingers continued their relentless torture.
Noises fled my mouth that didn’t even sound like me, not that I really heard anything at all. Pretty tough to focus when I was being plowed by pleasure that was otherworldly. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to feel the familiar pleasure, but I came undone the second it took hold of my body. I surrendered modesty and morality just to succumb to it.
“I’m worried you’re not going to last long at this rate,” Sloan murmured, kissing me with the intention to dominate my mouth. Another one of my heady moans was quickly smothered by his powerful kiss, and I clung to Sloan like I was afraid I’d fall.
Because I was afraid. I was terrified of how easily I gave in .
The Brit’s panting breaths were in my ears, and the fact that he breathed at all was enough for me. It meant I wasn’t the only person too far gone at this point.
Everything in my lower body was tense, the vicious waves of pleasure nearly too much to register, and I fought to keep off the edge. But it was hopeless. No surprise, Sloan was a fucking genius with his fingers, and I didn’t stand a chance.
My chest hitched and Sloan’s forehead was forcibly pressed into my breasts as I violently came only minutes after he started. I had to clasp his arm to keep him from thrusting into me anymore, and his cute little chuckle was lost to the sea of ecstasy I was drowning in.
Mortification quickly swept in after I came off the high of my orgasm. Especially when Sloan licked his fingers clean with me still sat on his lap, my breathing loud enough to assault my own ears. The only solace I took out of the mortifying seconds afterwards was the hard length pressed between my legs.
Sloan was hard. For me . He wanted me . And after the amazing things his fingers had done, I’d gladly give him anything he wanted.
Gaze dropping, I hesitantly touched the hard rise in his pants and watched as Sloan’s entire chest and stomach constricted. Then his pupil-blown irises were back on me. Watching my expression carefully, he undid the zip and button of his pants. I didn’t stop him or even help. I was mesmerized by his eager hands freeing himself from the confines of his trousers.
Our stares connected, and Sloan’s jaw clenched before I heard fabric tearing. My lust-addled brain took a second to figure out what it was, and then I watched Sloan toss my underwear into the backseat. With another downward slide of my eyes, I took in the sight of his cock standing at the ready.
He’s fucking huge. Will that even fit?
The Brit’s voice beckoned my gaze back to his. “Can I, pet?” the blue-eyed Hunter asked, his voice bottoming out. “Because I want to.” His hand sunk into his messy dark hair before he brushed it away from his eyes, chest tautening. “It’s maddening how much I want you, V. It might not seem like it, love, but I’d wanted to take it slow with you.”
It was clear how much Sloan blamed himself for the situation we were now in, but as I was quickly discovering, there wasn’t a slow pace when it came to me and relationships. I was just as eager to consummate this thing between us as he was, and maybe that made me shameless and a total ho-ho, but who the fuck cared? What woman in her right mind would say no to this beautiful and incredibly kind man? I wanted him. Needed him, even. If anything, his obvious worry and consideration made me want him more.
Swallowing around a sudden lump of nervousness in my throat, I lifted off his thighs and crawled over his legs, taking charge. Grabbing strong hold of his shoulder with one hand, I angled his much-too-large cock with my other hand. His mouth opened, but I didn’t wait. I sunk down onto him without warning, surprising myself, and the way his body visibly constricted and his eyes shut told me he hadn’t expected it either.
The new but familiar sensation of something filling every space inside was like satisfying a craving I’d been suffering for months. It was perfect, and I wanted more of it.
Needed more of it.
Thank God Kate encouraged me to get birth control last year, not that I needed it since Nigel was infuriatingly anti-touch. Also, as a genetic anomaly, I likely couldn’t have kids on my own thanks to those bastards who created me. Still, a girl could never be too careful.
The tension in Sloan’s body made me worry he hadn’t wanted it for a second, and I hesitated, the twist in my gut fucking brutal. But then the sexy Brit growled and kissed me like it was his intention to devour me whole. His hands worked me over his throbbing length, and I barely caught my breath long enough to moan or gasp.
It was a wild pace that stole my thoughts and flushed my body with electric heat. Our skin meeting reverberated in my ears, and I clung to the other Hunter, terrified of the pleasure he was giving me.
I hated to admit how different it was with Sloan—so different I didn’t know what to do or how to respond, just hang on for dear life as ecstasy so goddamn overwhelming that it veered on painful took my body hostage with every thrust.
Head flying back, my thighs squeezed and my orgasm swept out like a tsunami of sensation over my body, much too quick for my liking.
Sex with Phillip always got me off, but it was a whole other world with Sloan. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was like once would never be enough.
The euphoric rush of my orgasm was starting to ebb away when I felt Sloan slow his thrusts, his grip on my waist punishing but gentle. A low groan escaped his mouth, his chest contracting sharply, then he stiffened against me.
It was beautiful to watch the normally in-control Hunter come undone. His body flushed with the most gorgeous red I’d ever seen. And superior Hunter senses meant I felt it all: the rush of heat like I was being bathed from the inside out, the body-wide shudder everywhere we touched, the throbbing constriction of his cock as he came, and fuck , it felt so damn good.
Breathing out, Sloan wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close, his wet cheek pressed against my chest. Honestly, it was so sweet that I nearly said something about it. But the nagging urge to keep going brought me full circle when Sloan withdrew, his head beaded with sweat. I dropped a kiss on his parted mouth, and it twisted into a knowing smile.
Why is this dude so fucking adorable?
“Again?” the sultry Brit whispered, already deducing what it was I wanted.
Normally it’d annoy me, but in this case, it was something I celebrated. It saved me the trouble of spelling it out. I didn’t think I had the patience to do that anyway.
Licking my lips, I nodded and tugged his shirt, insisting the beautiful Hunter take it off.
In no small way, I wanted to touch, lick, and taste everything within reach. Really anything to satisfy every single desire I had for the man. Might as well when my inhibitions were off. Let it be tomorrow’s worries, tomorrow’s regrets. Tonight I was Sloan’s and he was mine. I wouldn’t surrender it to anyone, not even myself.
My angry yanks at his shirt only made him laugh cutely.
Well, pardon me, you beautiful asshole, for not wanting to destroy your clearly expensive shirt. My mistake.
Frustrated, I rolled my hips down on him, and the other Hunter groaned, his cock throbbing back to life inside of me.
That got his attention. Go me !
I’d never get tired of it, knowing what I did turned this gorgeous specimen on and made his cock react. It was such a powerful feeling.
“Makes pretty boys’ cocks throb” is going under the skills section on my resume.
I didn’t have time to herald my hilarious genius because Sloan’s gaze swiftly dodged off to the left, razor-sharp. Before I could blink, a dagger was in Sloan’s hand and his other arm was wrapped around my waist. Growling, he kicked the door out just as the car careened, heading over the cliff.
Holy shit!