Page 12 of Tempting Jupiter
“Do you ever relax?” She frowned and that unsettled him. Had he done something to cause her shift in mood?
He nodded. “When I’m with my pack brothers and there is no arena match to fight, no training left in the day.”
“Well…” She reached out and touched her fingertips to the thin, silvery scar that ran from his shoulder to his wrist. “I can’t conjure up your friends, but there’s no match and no training to worry about. We’re locked together in a cell with nothing to do for at least—” She blinked and paused before going on. “At least the next hour.”
As her fingers traced the scar down his biceps, she wedged between his legs and kneeled on the floor at his feet. She settled one arm over his thigh, her hand lightly gripping his quadriceps, and used her free hand to lift his palm to her face. He watched, curious, as she pressed her lips to his wrist where the scar ended. “What are you doing?”
She smiled against his skin. “I’m being nice to you.”
Lowering her gaze to his wrist, she twisted his arm to reveal the vulnerable network of veins. He tensed instinctively, prepared for an attack, but the flick of her tongue, hot and moist, against his pulse sent a spike of surprise through him that tensed his muscles for a whole different reason.
He thought he’d grown immune to the teasing touches of human females, but this woman with her smiling lips and intelligent eyes had his heart racing and his cock hard. Perhaps it was her scent. It drew him, despite the heavy chemical tinge of the color she wore on her skin. He steeled himself for the frustration that would come when she showed her true intentions, but he couldn’t find the strength to push her away. So he watched and indulged in the visual and sensual treat as her soft lips closed over his skin again and again, each slow press of lips taking her farther along his forearm.
Her hands stroked his thighs, edging higher and higher. The first brush of her thumb grazing his cock rippled up his abdomen and sucked the air from his lungs. His head snapped back against the bulkhead and his eyes shuttered as she repeated the caress.
His belly jumped at the unexpected press of her mouth to his abdomen. “So many injuries.” Her lips dampened a spot where the end of a lash mark wrapped around from his back to stop just below his ribs. “Old… and…” Her lips moved higher to press near the puncture wound she’d sealed for him. “And new.”
She’d moved forward and her body pressed all along his. The pressure on his cock was almost painful. He forced his eyes open and looked down into her gaze.
Her face tipped up. She studied him as if memorizing his features. “You let me patch up your injuries. Will you trust me a little longer?”
“I don’t need to trust you for what you imply.”
“No?”
“No. I only need to prepare for disappointment.”
Her eyebrows lifted and her eyes widened. She looked as if she might speak, then she shook her head and pressed her hand directly over his cock. He couldn’t control the moan that started low in his chest and escaped from his throat. He should stop her. Push her away. But he couldn’t. His body whispered that the pleasure of even a few minutes of her touch was worth the price he would inevitably pay.
She held his gaze as she stroked down his length and then up, only to repeat the motion until perspiration slicked his skin and his heart thumped wildly in his chest. Still, he was ready for her to stop and laugh, or demand he service her, as the arena patrons had done when he’d been younger, weaker, and chained to the wall.
Bending her head, she pressed her lips where her hand had been and nuzzled him. Her fingers tugged at his pants, giving his cock room to straighten. He pushed his palms hard against the bunk beneath him to keep from reaching for her.
Her tongue laved his tip. He pressed harder against the flat cool surface beneath him, torn between feeling every moment to the fullest and trying not to feel at all.
Her tongue stroked around him, as if she were exploring his shape, noticing each curve and angle. She pulled harder at his pants, freeing more of him from the tight, stretchy material.
“Help me,” she coaxed.
Still waiting for the moment she’d turn the situation to her own ends, he lifted his hips long enough for her to slip the pants down to his thighs. Without hesitation, she returned her attention to his erection, licking a trail of moisture from the tip to the base. When she completed the return journey upward, she opened her mouth and took his throbbing shaft inside that hot haven. Sensation blazed through him. She took him to the back of her throat, wrapped her lips tight around him, and stroked up, then down and up again, each time taking him a little farther.
His hands were off the bunk and reaching for her before he knew what he was doing. He stopped and pulled them back as he fought for air, panting with want for her. He surrendered to the delirious pleasure as she stroked him with her mouth again and again.
When she couldn’t take his cock any deeper and it pressed against the soft stretch of her throat, she halted on the very next stroke. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded. The words were out before he could call them back. He’d gotten weak. Somehow, he’d gotten weak and fucking pathetic.
“I won’t,” she assured. “I’m not.” She clasped his hands and pulled them to her lips. She kissed his knuckles. “It’s okay.”
When she released his hands, he was torn. Touching a patron would never have been allowed. But she was no patron. He laid his hands over hers where they again clung to his thighs. She sank back onto him, taking him deep into her mouth. His hands clenched, closing around hers. He wanted to hold her there. To wallow in the hot, carnal bliss. But there was no need. She kept him there until he pulled against her, fearing for her discomfort. He urged her up until he could see her face. There was no look of superiority or cunning. She blinked at him as if his actions confused her.
Jupiter leaned forward, heedless of his wounds pulling against the seals. He wrapped his hands around her head and cradled her jaw with his thumbs, tipping her face up to meet his lips. Had he lost his mind? He kissed her, nipping at her lips and enjoying the touch of her tongue as it met his.
He pulled back, no longer caring if he’d gone crazy or would regret this a moment later. They studied each other and he was glad to see her breathing as hard as him. Her nipples pebbled against her tunic, and her breasts lifted with each inhale.
She smiled, a slim smile, sexy and mysterious, then returned to her task, taking all of him in a pace more purposeful than before. Jupiter indulged in the heady pleasure of using his hands to guide her, setting a pace that stopped his breathing and tightened his balls… and then, and then, and then the blinding white ecstasy of release ripped through him.
She swallowed him down, drawing out his pleasure so completely he thought he must be delirious from lack of oxygen. But he was breathing, and finally she released him with a touching reluctance. A pang unrelated to his injuries sparked in his chest and confusion clouded his mind. Something in his world had shifted. Something fundamental. Something in his very core. He might not understand it yet, but he knew the touch of this human female had left its mark.
Chapter Seven
