Page 72 of Heart of Iron
His cock was huge and firm against her.Will bit her lip, then her chin, sliding his mouth down her throat.Lena threw her head back and moaned as he bit his way down her sensitive flesh.
“God, you taste so fuckin’ good,” he snarled.
Arching her back, she dug her hands into his silky hair.His mouth rasped over her nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud.Lena’s eyes went wide, her hips jerking involuntarily.It felt so good.Heat speared through her, sinking its claws into her stomach, and lower… She couldn’t stop herself.Her body seemed owned by someone else.A creature of need.Of frenzied hungers.Thrusting her breast into his mouth, she raked her nails across his shoulders, through his hair, clenching wet fistfuls of it as his mouth wreaked havoc on her body.
Wild, amber eyes met hers and Will dragged her head back, suckling the tender skin of her throat, his teeth sinking into the smooth curve of her shoulder.The hair on his chest rasped against her breasts and Lena cried out, grabbing one of his hands, sliding it lower, over her thigh and under her nightgown.She needed him to touch her.Needed…something.
She writhed in a torment of embarrassment and desire as his palm ground between her thighs.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, running her hands through his hair.She was so close… To what, she didn’t know, but if he stopped right now, she’d kill him.
An enormous clatter of sound broke through her concentration.Will stiffened, his fingers stilling.
Lena dragged his face back to hers, shaking her head.“Just a drone,” she whispered, licking at his mouth and tasting blood again.“Just the servants.”
“Lena.”He caught her wrists, withdrawing his mouth from hers.“Lena!”
“Don’t go.”
“I’m sorry.”He looked up at her, his voice hoarse with desire, eyes wild with need.“This were a mistake.”
The nervous anticipation faded.Lena caught his wrist as he pushed away from her and sat up.“A what?”
“A mistake,” he repeated harshly, forcing her grasping hands away.
He couldn’t have struck her a firmer blow.She yanked the ruins of her nightgown to her breasts and stared at him, despair aching in her chest.He couldn’t do this to her again.
Taking a step back from the bed, he fumbled for his shirt.“I have to go.”That insane gleam was still in his eyes.
“Will,” she whispered, clinging to her torn nightgown.“You don’t have to go.Nobody would hear us.Nobody would ever know—”
The look he gave her was raw, ragged.“Ihaveto go.I’m sorry.”
And then he was gone, the wind and the rain tumbling into the room, lightning flashing against the casing.
Fifteen
“Anythin’ on your mind?”Blade asked.
Will smashed another fist into the punching bag, earning a grunt from Blade.He followed it up with a left-right-left combination, his knuckles burning.“Not a thing,” he grunted, unleashing an uppercut that drove the bag—and Blade—back a foot.
“Hold.”Blade held up a hand, breathing hard.“Need a moment.You bin at this an ’our.Not all of us ’as the stamina these days.”
Will raked a hand through his hair.He was barely winded.And still on edge.The memory of Lena’s lithe little body was imprinted on his skin.He’d spent half the night with a cock-stand, unable to keep his mind on his job.Rip had been prowling the rooftops of the rookery with him, keeping an eye on things.Finally, the other man had told him to buy a whore and get his mind back on duty before stalking off in disgust.
No woman.Not for him.He should never have gone to her last night.Never given in to the temptation.
He needed to ease the pressure the only way he knew how.A safe way.
“You want a bout in the ring?”
“Absolutely not.”Blade looked up from where he was bent over, his hands on his knees.“Don’t know what’s set you off this mornin’, but I ain’t goin’ anywhere near those fists today.”
Will turned, snatching at his towel.He loosened his collar and dragged the towel over the back of his neck.The urge to ask Blade for advice was nearly overwhelming.But Blade had his own worries, his own concerns.The last thing he needed was Will telling him he’d nearly lost his mind last night and fucked his wife’s sister.Or about the curious letter he’d found on Lena and the threat of Colchester.
Neither of them could afford to have Blade drawn into a confrontation with the Echelon.
Blade raked his light brown hair out of his eyes.It seemed to be darkening with every passing day, courtesy of Honoria’s vaccinated blood.Will scowled.He’d been the one Blade had turned to when he feared he was close to becoming a vampire; the one who was supposed to kill him before that happened.He could thank Honoria for taking away the burden of that heavy task, but now another problem loomed.
