83. Clash of Stone and Steel #3
He grinned. “And you love it. Do you think I don’t know how wet you are for me right now?”
Talyn let out an indignant noise but realized instantly she’d fallen into his trap as he moved toward her so fast she barely had time to react.
His dagger was in his right hand, so she ported next to him on his left, and instinct had her driving one of her blades toward his side to find a kidney.
Reason took over at the last minute as she remembered she was aiming to scratch him, not to kill or incapacitate, and she managed to check her blow just enough that the dagger only penetrated his side half an inch.
Samhail grunted as the blade pierced his skin, and Talyn pushed out a breath as she saw how close she’d come to almost doing real damage to him.
That her blade would’ve struck true if she hadn’t pulled back was both exciting and terrifying.
She looked up to meet Samhail’s eyes, her own still wide with horror at what she’d almost done.
His answering gaze told her he knew how close he’d come to a serious wound.
Neither of them moved for several seconds, but Samhail recovered first, and Talyn shrieked as he tossed her over his shoulder.
She barely had time to register what he was doing before he whipped her back over onto the bed.
Her breath hitched as she hit the mattress hard enough to bounce on it, and then Samhail was on top of her, his hands pinning hers above her head, daggers still in her grasp.
“Do not port off this bed, or you’ll regret it,” he growled.
Talyn only grinned at him and then ported on top of him so she was straddling his waist as he lay on his stomach beneath her. She brought one dagger to his neck to press the tip lightly at his artery while her other hand pressed into the back of his shoulder.
“I’m still on the bed,” she purred at him. “Do you yield?”
There was silence for a moment before Samhail bucked her off him.
Talyn cried out and pulled her dagger back from his throat, afraid of accidentally cutting him, but the moment of concern cost her, and she found herself under him again with one of his muscled legs shoved between her thighs.
One of his hands held both of hers above her head as he pulled the two daggers from her grasp and tossed them aside.
“Let me rephrase,” he growled against her ear, “Don’t port at all, or I’ll find a caronium cuff, and then I’ll tie you to this bed and fuck you until you forget how to walk.”
The punch of breath that left her this time came out as part moan. Did he actually think threats like that were a deterrent?
Samhail’s lips crashed down on hers as his tongue pushed its way into her mouth, easily parting her lips to open the way for him to deepen the kiss.
His ardor was almost brutal in its intensity, but she didn’t care.
She arched under him, not to throw him off, but because she was done denying that she wanted this, that she wanted him.
She returned his kiss with equal fervor, their teeth scraping against each other as they ravaged each other’s mouths.
Samhail groaned, and he let go of her wrists to find the hem of her shirt and yank it up.
He broke the kiss only long enough to get the garment up over her head, and then his lips were on hers again, hard and punishing.
He growled and pulled back a second later, though, as his hand found the cloth band she wrapped around her breasts.
“Nemesis fucking take me,” he swore and reached out a hand to summon back one of the daggers he’d tossed aside.
“What are you doing?” Talyn asked in alarm as Samhail held the dagger near her sternum.
“Stay still,” he said as he carefully slipped the dagger under the wrap between her breasts. Once it was through, he pulled up and the blade cut through the cloth easily to let her breasts spring free.
“I’ll get you a new one,” Samhail said as Talyn opened her mouth to admonish him. Then his mouth closed over her breast and whatever she’d been about to say died on her lips as she cried out in ecstasy.
Samhail’s mouth was hot and wet, and he sucked at her breast with an intensity that was just short of painful.
Talyn’s hands threaded through his hair to hold him there, not that she needed to.
He seemed to have no intention of letting up except for the brief second he took to move his mouth to her other breast.
Talyn couldn’t see straight as the teasing flicks of Samhail’s tongue on her nipple sent jolts of pleasure skittering down her limbs. She was feverish with desire when Samhail lifted his head again, and there was a wild gleam in his eye that made her breath catch in her throat.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked warily.
Samhail’s only answer was to open his mouth just wide enough to let her see the sharp, gleaming fangs that peeked out from behind his lips.
All the breath left Talyn’s lungs as the urge to port stampeded through her. Bone-deep fear warred with exhilaration as she realized he didn’t just want to fuck her. He wanted to devour her.