Chapter Five #4
“Will you worship the ground I walk on?” she asked with a laugh as she leaned to peek at his wound.
Again her hair drifted like sweetly scented silk over his face, warm and womanly just like the body leaning across him, and he swallowed back a groan.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked worriedly when she heard the repressed sound.
She pulled back to look at him and he heard her breath catch.
That was when he knew how obvious his hunger was on his face, and, try as he might, he couldn’t even make the attempt to conceal it.
“No,” he responded hoarsely. “I’m feeling no pain.”
“You will,” she said after a delicate clearing of her throat.
“Morphate claws hurt like a …” Devon stuttered when his thumb drifted across her bottom lip again, but it was the fixation of his lustrous amber eyes that truly did her in.
There were leaping gold flames of desire within them, which she saw even beneath his low-lying lashes.
“Liam,” she whispered as they mutually drifted closer to each other.
“God, I love hearing my name on those luscious lips,” he said without even thinking, his entire being gripped in such intensity of attraction that he would’ve said anything that came to his mind.
He felt her across his lap, a warm sensuous weight that leaned eagerly forward, and nothing seemed to matter anymore.
“I like saying your name,” she breathed softly against his lips, the tease of her breath pouring warmly over his face and into his mouth. “I will say it whenever you like. However you like.” The blatant invitation was accompanied by a slow resituating of her weight in his lap.
“Would you?” he growled as he reached to tightly hold the back of her head. “Christ, Devon …”
He took her. It was sweet surrender for both of them, but an agonizing concession on both their parts as well.
Liam swept his mouth against hers with a reserved, shuddering aggression.
He didn’t want to attack her like some crude grunt with no finesse.
She’d been right when she’d said he was more than that.
He was more than willing to prove it to them both.
He brushed her mouth firmly with his, feeling her rapid breathing like the deepest of compliments, even though it was more due to her exquisite responsiveness than anything he was doing.
Her lips had parted already to accommodate her excited need for oxygen, inviting him to delve deep, but he’d been obsessed with her lower lip for far too long now to pass up the opportunity.
He nibbled at it, ran gentle teeth over it, and then painted it with a light, teasing brush of his tongue.
She caught her fast breath for a cluster of seconds before releasing it in an exultant sigh of pleasure that flowed over him like warm water after standing in the frigid cold.
Devon was in the awkward position of having both hands pressed to his shoulder, so her body was twisted and one arm was crossed between their chests.
It was like being bound away from him. She couldn’t let go, she couldn’t touch him as she longed to, and she couldn’t rest flush or even comfortably against him.
She had to be satisfied with just his mouth and the feel of his big hand sliding possessively into her hair.
She touched an eager tongue to Liam’s artfully teasing mouth, stepping up the exchange in hopes of matching the fire of anxious need broiling within her.
Liam got the hint very well and in that next instant Devon’s mouth was filled with him; the flowing passion of his tongue, the crush of his hot lips, and the exclusive deliciousness that was Liam.
His flavor was crisp and male. It was just Liam, as bold and stimulating to her senses as he was.
He took her mouth, feeling her accept him with enthusiasm, but he could feel her need to shift into a more assertive role in the kiss.
However, her contortionist’s position in his lap hindered her.
He took shameless advantage of her submissive posture by pushing his will onto her with every possessive nuance he could convey.
When her eyes flew open, he knew she was well aware of his advantageous terms. Soon, however, she didn’t seem to care much either way.
She groaned soft sounds of pleasure as he slowly studied the form and function of her mouth with thoroughness enough to impress.
She tasted like heaven; his heart pounded harder with every passing second of pleasure it gave him.
Her hair slid all around his fingers as he held her and it felt like divinity.
More than all of that, however, was the incredible feel of her body.
She was vibrating with pent up energy and unexpressed desire.
Forcing it all into the outlet of a kiss was impossible for someone as naturally sexual and sensual as she was.
She didn’t merely squirm around in his lap; she flowed in those small shifting movements that struck him like eddies of intense heat.
She was radiating her desire to be flush with him, to surround him and to touch him.
“Let go,” he gasped against her lips. She fished for his tongue once more and he was swept into her wild need again for a long minute before he could break away and repeat, “Let go, baby.”
“I can’t,” she panted softly, nibbling at his lips until she just about drove him crazy with the teasing lure of her flickering tongue. She had quite a way with her mouth and it made him insane to think of it turned loose on the rest of his body.
“Let go.” This time he reached up with his free hand, the one on his injured side, and grasped both her wrists in his fingers. The message was clear. He was prepared to strong-arm her if she didn’t obey, knowing full well that the struggle would do more damage to him than bleeding would.
“Stubborn bastard,” she muttered furiously as she let go. There was humor in the fact that she instantly slid her hands over him to embrace him after the epithet, one scraping up his neck and into his crisp hair, the other curving over his healthy shoulder.
“Stubborn bitch,” he shot back readily as he used his now free arm to bind a forearm around her back, dragging her flush to his chest. Without the weight of his jacket in the way, he could feel the pressure of her generous breasts and their pebbled tips.
He was also about to feel the vented pressure of Devon’s restricted passion.
Her bottom lifted from his lap briefly, raising her torso up high enough to tease his mouth with the brush of a breast. She threw one knee over him, settling herself snuggly in a straddle over his hips and thighs.
Liam’s head dropped back, his throat working as he released a groan.
“God, you’re hot,” he choked out as his hand slid down to her hip. She was very, very hot. He felt her body burning through his clothing until he broke out in a sweat.
She decided she wanted to devour him, starting with his mouth.
Her bottom lifted into his hand so she could find and capture his lips, dragging his attention back to their excellent kisses.
Soon they were both breathless and panting, forgetting where they were completely as he slid his hand from her hair, his fingertips stroking her neck and throat until she actually purred.
“Hmm, I’ll remember that,” he murmured as he lowered his mouth to her neck to see if it would draw a similar response.
It did. She even slid herself deeper into the well of his lap as she shifted with abandoned pleasure.
By now he already had an all-star erection, but the rub of hot female flesh he knew was completely open to him was devastating to his equilibrium and threatening to the reliability of his fly.
He squeezed his eyes shut tight for a moment, trying to ignore the pretty scent lifting from her body and how badly he wanted to learn those tempting breasts of hers.
But he needed to inject some reality into the situation, and damn quick too, before he lost control and did something unforgivably stupid.
Something he was already considering even though all he had done was kiss her.
But God, her kisses were ten times more potent than sex with most women.
“Liam?” she queried softly when she noted his stillness. Damn it. He was going to go crazy every time she said his name from then on. He just knew it. She couldn’t help it, but the way she said it just went straight to his libido.
He was trying to figure out what to say to her when the pain hit.
Because he was so distracted and completely unprepared for it, his entire body convulsed as he roared out with the searing agony cutting across his chest from the site of his wound.
He ended up bucking Devon right off of him, sending her sprawling on the floor of the limo, arms and legs akimbo.
To her credit, she recovered quickly, grabbing a bottle of vodka in the bar as she scrambled back up to his lap.
She held him down with her body weight as she dumped the bottle of vodka onto his wound.
This time when he went to buck her off, she was prepared for it. His second roar of pain had drawn the attention of the others and the partition dropped quickly.
“Venom?” Colin asked. Over the years those who were up on their Morphate information knew that some Morphates excreted a nonlethal venom through their claws.
Nonlethal, but not non-painful. Apparently their attacker had been just such a Morphate.
Inez turned to lean in and view the situation.
She saw a wild-haired Devon, armed with alcohol and pinning Liam down, as well as any woman could pin down a giant like Nash. The bodyguard grinned.
“I think Ms. Candler has it under control.” Directly to Devon she said, “We’re almost home now.”
“Thank you,” Devon shouted. “And call me Devon. You just saved my life and nearly got a boob job in the process. I think first names are called for.”
“I think you’re right. Inez and Colin works for us, too,” Inez agreed with a chuckle. “Has he got a fever yet?”
“He isn’t deaf, goddammit,” Liam growled through clenched teeth.
“Sorry, Nash,” she said with a click of a sympathetic tongue. She sat back down in a hurry, leaving Devon to the ogre he’d suddenly become.
“Crap,” he gritted out as he warily eyed the still-armed woman leaning over him. “Lady, put down the Smirnoff and back away,” he barked in the tone that could convince the world to disarm rather than face his wrath.
Devon immediately dropped the bottle to the floor, although she didn’t move away. In spite of his pain, Liam had to smirk. She honestly didn’t care about objects or material things. No woman he knew would let alcohol pour freely over the floor like that and not think twice about it.
“When we get home, I’ll tend this. I know—”
“I’ve been through this before.” He ground his teeth as he recalled those days of horror, but the damage to his leg had been much worse and he’d been clawed in multiple places that time.
“Yes, but …”
“We’re home,” Inez called back to them.
“I want you to go right into the house where it’s safe, got it?”
“No.”
“Devon!”
“Don’t you yell at me! You’re my bodyguard, not my father!
” she snapped right back at him. “I’m not going into the house leaving you out here like …
” she stumbled awkwardly over her words and he saw her glance self-consciously over her shoulder toward Inez and Colin, “… like nothing has happened,” she finished in a softer tone, though it was still fiercely meant by the look in her eyes and the tightness of her jaw.
“Okay, okay,” he said with less impatience, as he tried to figure out whom she was trying to spare with her concealment of their kisses—him or herself?
“Let Colin and Inez help me inside.” He paused as pain burned over his back this time, the venom spreading.
He cursed mightily between his teeth as she leaned against his arching body to hold him safely in place.
“Then,” he panted out as rivers of sweat began to roll off of him, “you can change and so can I. We can meet in the middle.”
Devon sighed. Either he thought she was an idiot, or he really was deluding himself.
He’d be lucky to make it into a bed, never mind a change of clothes.
Then a fact from her blended cultures, both Morphate and human, settled into her awareness.
Morphate men and human men could be equally as proud and stubborn when it came to showing weakness.
She could actually respect that. She hadn’t at all enjoyed being injured in front of others.
It was an infuriating experience. So when the limo stopped, she nodded in acquiescence to him and climbed out the minute Colin opened the door for her.