Chapter 12 #2
“But nothing.” She was her father’s daughter, and he’d taught her how to deal with a stubborn soldier.
Hunger gleamed in his eyes as she strode over to him, putting a little extra sway in her hips.
She probably looked ridiculous, but it got his attention.
“I need you at full capacity, warrior.” She unhooked his weapons harness and tossed it aside.
Then she reached for his fly. Behind it, the outline of his erection strained the buttons.
“You need to commit. Give me everything you’ve got. ”
There it is.
Blade’s jaw hardened, and his eyes glinted with a new, fiery determination. She’d broken through to his inner sense of purpose and his willingness to face a challenge.
And also, to the lust demon that demanded he have sex or die.
Her fingers fumbled with the top button of his fly, and his hand came down on hers. For a heartbeat, she thought he might stop her.
But no.
He released his erection, his greedy gaze drilling into hers.
And she knew right then, for better or worse, nothing would ever be the same between them again.
This was so fucked up, in so many fucked-up ways.
Scotty had been Blade’s fantasy for longer than he wanted to admit, even to himself. It was something only Masumi knew, and she’d never spoken of it. But on the days he longed especially hard for Scotty, Masumi would show up with red hair, hazel-green eyes, freckles, and sometimes, combat gear.
So, yeah, he’d wanted Scotty. But he’d been resigned to the fact that he could only have her in his fantasies. He’d never considered that it could actually happen. Now, she was standing in front of him, offering herself on a platter, and his brain was glitching.
Want. Can’t. Oath. Mace. Want. Can’t. Oath. Mace.
His body tensed, his balls cramping as fire shot through his cock, and his need went next-level. He didn’t have much time. Soon, the cramps would rip apart his insides. Pain would feel like a clamp on his skull, and blood would start seeping from his nose. Then his ears. Then…other places.
Not long after that, he’d die. His family would have to deal with yet another loss.
His parents would lose another son. Granted, Chaos’s soul was back in play, safe within Stryke’s mate’s womb and soon to be born again as a baby named Chasm.
But the trauma of losing him so brutally would forever remain an unhealed wound.
He had to do this. He’d deal with the guilt later.
“You’re going to have to take the lead on this, Blade.” Scotty’s cheeks burned red as she stared up at him. “I’m not a moron; I know how this works. I mean, the mechanics. But the rest…”
His heart clenched at the fragility in her voice. She was one of the least fragile people he’d ever met, and to see her so off balance sparked a noble, protective instinct he didn’t even know he had.
“I got you.” He reached for her, but paused for just a moment, admiring Scotty in a way he’d never been able to before. The way he’d dreamed.
Her beauty stole his breath. She was naked perfection.
His mouth watered at the thought of running his tongue over every inch of her plump, high breasts.
He dragged his gaze lower, to the neat triangle of red between her thighs, and he practically drooled.
He wanted to part her legs and dive in, to taste her unique flavor. She’d be spicy. One hundred percent.
But his body was on fire, his cock swelling with as much pain as arousal, and it wouldn’t be long before his primitive demon brain took over and drove him to mindless, rough sex with no consideration for his partner.
Scotty deserved more for her first time than this, but at least he could make sure he was in control. Not his dick.
He could try, anyway.
But his virtuous intentions died a quick death the moment she closed her hand around his cock.
Every Seminus instinct fired, and all he could think about was burying himself in her tight heat.
He seized her shoulders and tugged her hard body against his.
She gasped in surprise, but he cut it off, swallowing it with his mouth on hers.
The kiss was nothing like the soft, sweet kiss he’d always imagined they’d share.
No, this was years of pent-up lust coming to bear, and he took her mouth hungrily as he ground his erection into her pelvis.
Mine.
The part of his brain that should have been thinking about going slow took a leave of absence, and in an unrestrained surge, he carried Scotty down to the ground. He kissed her even harder as he tucked her beneath him so his cock nestled against her center.
Take her.
Yes.
He reached down, somehow finding the presence of mind to test her readiness. He was dangerously close to losing himself to the drive, but the idea of hurting her managed—just barely—to pierce the hazy frenzy of need.
Scotty tilted her hips upward as he slipped his finger between her folds. He brushed her swollen nub, and her low moan was like an erotic whip, driving him out of his mind. He dipped his finger inside her, and then it was his turn to moan at the feel of her slippery tightness.
The demon inside him took control at that moment.
Nothing mattered except getting relief from the pain and riding a high of ecstasy.
“Now,” he rasped. “Now.” He sheathed himself in his fantasy.
Scotty cried out, and again, the thought of hurting her broke his sexual delirium, and he froze, grinding his teeth with the effort it took to remain still. The way she clamped around him, squeezing him with her silky channel, had him ready to burst.
“Scotty…I…sorry…”
“It’s okay,” she breathed. “I’m okay. Keep going—”
With a roar, he surged against her. Gripping her ass with one hand and anchoring them to the cave floor with the other, he pumped wildly.
He threw back his head as pleasure swelled inside him, taking him to the very brink.
His incubus senses told him she was close, too, and his heart sang.
He was with the female he’d fantasized about for years.
The one he’d have sold his soul to be with.
A twinge of guilt tried to ruin things, but he brushed it off because, dammit, while he’d willingly sell his soul, he wouldn’t sell his relationship with Mace. This didn’t count. This was nothing but sex to save his life.
Kinda like how Scotty’s blood had healed Mace.
And this…this wouldn’t happen again. Not ever.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy every second of it right now.
“Blade.” Scotty’s breathy whisper nearly took him over the edge. “I didn’t…” She panted and groaned, arching her pelvis to take him deeper. “I didn’t expect…this.”
Don’t come. Not yet…
He dipped his head and growled against her ear. “Expect what?”
“The connection.” Her hands framed his face to lift his head so he was staring into her brilliant, sexed-up eyes. “It’s like…like we’re one.”
Yes. Gods, yes.
He’d always loved the connection of being with a female, skin to skin, their bodies intertwined, but it had never felt like this. As if their very souls were intertwined.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “That sounded stupid.”
“Never.” He dipped his head again, but this time to kiss her. To pour everything he had into her. Because gods help him, this felt so right. She was his. They might never make love again, but he would forever, secretly, consider her his. His beloved. His lover.
His Lirsha.
Pleasure quickly drowned Scotty’s humiliation of sounding like a total sap, a virgin fool girl who fell in love with the first guy she banged. Scotty would apologize again soon. Well, soon enough. Right now, all she could think about was what Blade was doing to her.
Kissing her senseless. Caressing her butt and thigh as he moved between her legs. Every stroke of his cock sliding inside her brought her closer to the brink. Being with a male was so much better than she’d imagined.
Lately, her imagination involved Blade. Or Mace.
Quickly, she purged her mind of Mace. She couldn’t think about him right now. About him and how he’d feel about this. It wasn’t a betrayal…not really. Would he rather that Blade died?
She knew the answer to that, and yet, the guilt niggled at her.
Stop thinking!
Right. There was no room for anything except the pending explosion of ecstasy.
“Scotty,” Blade gasped. He rammed his hips into her with such force that her spine dug into the earth and caught, holding her in place for his furious thrusts.
She couldn’t withstand the storm that took him, and she cried out as her climax ripped through her. He shouted—her name, she thought—and warmth poured into her as he pumped inside her, throwing his head back in a primal roar of bared teeth and straining muscles.
He was magnificent, a creature of danger and desire, and beneath him, she felt both safe and savage, a warrior princess meeting her lover in a celebration after battle.
They writhed together as another orgasm took her. Then another, and another. Bliss consumed her like a wildfire in a drought-stricken forest, stealing her breath and all coherent thought.
She lost count of the episodes of ecstasy that racked her body, but Blade remained inside her the entire time.
Kissing her neck when she gasped for a breath between orgasms and then holding her tightly when she had another.
He surged against her every time she came, sometimes slowly, languidly, easing her through her peak.
Other times, he thrust wildly, wringing pleasure out of her as he climaxed again.
“Holy shit,” she breathed against his shoulder as she came down from the latest orgasm.
Her legs flopped open, her muscles too weak to support them.
She couldn’t even lift her arms to hug him.
“That…that was amazing.” She swallowed dryly between panting breaths.
“No wonder you guys never have a shortage of dates.”
His mouth curved into a slow smile dripping with male pride. And he did, in fact, have much to be proud about.
“Females do love us,” he said, his voice low and post-sex husky.