Chapter 8 #5
“You don’t like them?” he supplied for her helpfully, lifting his head so he could burn her with the fierce green-gold heat of his eyes.
She nodded mutely, and then gasped breathlessly when she felt the flutter and flick of his teasing fingertips.
Reule could smell her heat now, the dampness seeping from her body that was laden with musk and pheromones.
It made his head spin and his cock harden into steel.
She was excited, hot, wetting herself in preparation for him.
He’d only meant to kiss her, to claim his place in her attentions after feeling so slighted by his own friends.
In an unexpected instant he’d gone far beyond that.
Reule lifted his mouth back to hers, kissing her even though he had to dodge his own fangs to do so. Then he slid his seeking fingers through feminine folds drenched in liquid heat. He caught her cry of surprised pleasure against a groan of his own.
“kébé, you’re so hot,” he rasped as he glided through soft flesh and sought her center.
He found her entrance, circling the sensitive borders silkily before retreating to find the small nub of her clitoris.
If he’d doubted his accuracy, he was reassured by her cry and shudder of response.
Leaving his thumb resting against that sensitive spot, he once again sought her core.
He easily slid a thick finger into her, the way made simple as her body welcomed him with a liquid greeting.
Mystique canted her hips forward, riding his hand with pure instinct and a passionate reaction that dragged Reule down into her uninhibited intensity.
He tugged aside her bodice, freeing a breast to his mouth, using a ferocious suction that made her squeal against the prepared seal of his palm against her lips.
One hand suppressed her pleasure while the other evoked it.
His thumb toyed with her while his finger slid rhythmically deeper.
With teeth scraping and sucking her nipple, he slid a second finger into her incredibly snug channel.
He reveled in the jerk of her body as she was overwhelmed with sensation.
Her hands held him to her desperately and she cried out again from his teasing fingers.
Reule moved his stifling hand and replaced it with his mouth, wanting his lips and tongue against hers as he stroked her responsive body to climax.
“Shall I make you come, sweet?” he asked her roughly. “Can I make you come? What if your people are like the Sánge? Do you need my blood on your tongue to make you climax? Hmm?”
“Please,” she gasped, her diamond eyes heated with a need as bad as his own.
He didn’t think she was aware of anything but the response of her wild little body, but then she was looking at him with those hot eyes and he knew she saw him.
“Please …” she repeated on a moan before drawing his mouth to hers.
She kissed him hard, brutally, causing his fangs to puncture the inside of his bottom lip.
He knew she had done it on purpose the moment her tongue swept inside to stroke his blood into her mouth.
She threw her head back in a silent scream as her body closed tight around his torturous fingers.
She orgasmed with blinding intensity, her body squeezing around his hand as her hips jerked with violent release.
Had he been inside her, she would have milked him dry, and he smothered a frustrated growl against her breasts at that knowledge.
The taste of his own blood in his mouth made it all the worse.
It should be hers. Her flavor on his tongue as he spilled himself inside her and made her his.
Reule heard her dragging in wild breaths, her entire body falling limp against him.
His touch made her jolt in sensitivity and he carefully released her from it.
He let her skirts fall back in place, but he kept her pinned hard by the force of his hips and the throbbing erection nestled tight against her.
He kissed her gasping mouth as he repaired her bodice, making everything just as it was before he’d pulled her into the alcove.
Except for the wild flush on her skin, the swollen, well-kissed look of her lips, and the topple of red hair that had come down from its constraints.
She looked for all the world like she’d just been tumbled, and the idea pleased him ridiculously even if it wasn’t precisely true. His smiling lips drifted to her ear.
“Para is coming to look for you,” he informed her.
“I don’t care,” she sighed sincerely.
“I mean right now. She’s at the head of these very stairs. And while I can keep her from sensing me, you won’t be so lucky.”
With that information and a perverse sense of humor, Reule thrust her out of the alcove with a single sudden shove. She stumbled and corrected herself, whirling in an instant to glare at him and give him a piece of her suddenly violent mind.
“My lady!”
Mystique froze when Pariedes bellowed from the stairs.
She quickly smoothed hands over her wild hair and her crooked dress while Reule folded his arms over his chest and leaned back perfectly concealed in the dark alcove.
He was grinning when she shot him a deadly look.
He simply shrugged a shoulder. As far as he was concerned, it was perfect payback after she had spent the day flirting with his men.
Besides, it wasn’t as though she were the one left unsatisfied.
“I’m coming, Para,” she called as she picked up her skirts and started to run, clearly hoping that it would help account for her flush and disheveled state.
“Liar, you already came,” he thought to her with a smug chuckle.
“I swear you will come to regret this one day,” she thought back with a feminine growl of frustration.
“You were the one who didn’t want to be treated as fragile and weak,” he countered.
That made her hesitate in her mind, although she was still running up the stairs straight past Para, who was lecturing her on the need for a lady to be more concerned with her appearance and not to rush.
One day soon Pariedes would realize her lady was full of independence and quirks that would never fit the perfect mold of a Sánge lady.
And that, Reule decided, was a very good thing.
Mystique was bold, honest, and refreshing.
“Reule?”
“Yes, kébé, I’m still here.”
“Did you do that to punish me?”
“Did I do what to punish you?” he demanded, stepping out of the alcove and looking up the stairs though she and Para were already long gone.
“You said it served me right …”
“I meant exposing you to Para’s censure, sweetheart,” he thought gently to her, though his first reaction was fiercer. “I made love to you because l can’t keep my hands off you. Don’t ever think I’d use that as either punishment. or reward. Lovemaking is independent of those things.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you. I just didn’t understand.”
“And now you do. Don’t worry, kébé,” he thought with pure heat, “you’re going to learn everything you need to know about me. I promise you that.”
There was no thought response, but Reule felt the sexual excitement that surged through her right down to his toes. He groaned softly, streaking both hands through his hair.
He began to plot how to keep Para far, far away from Mystique for the rest of the night.