Page 27 of Deadly Games
“Maybe,” I admitted.
“Well, it’s not something you can help, is it?”
“No,” I sighed, deciding not to tell her that even if I could have, the results probably would have been the same. Imprinting just strengthened what I already felt for her, and I had enough control over my beastly nature to know it wasn’t just my wolf side that wanted her.
“Then it’s nothing to freak out about. Honestly, I’m kind of relieved.”
“Really?”
“I’ve always felt connected to you,” she answered, her face turning a pleasant shade of pink. “At least now I know it goes both ways.”
“It does,” I said, a bit too earnestly. I didn’t even realize I’d reached out to touch her until my hand was against her flushed cheek, my thumb sweeping over her smooth skin. “If you had any idea how much I want you.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and although I regretted the words as soon as they spilled out of my mouth, she didn’t react the way I’d feared. In fact, as hard as it was to believe, the desire in her gaze matched my own.
“Then what’s stopping you?” she asked in a sultry voice that almost undid me.
Did she have any idea what kind of effect she had on me?
“Hades, for one thing,” I answered gruffly.
She raised an eyebrow. “Hades knows you’re one of my consorts. And I’ve already slept with Loki.”
“Yes, but that’s different.”
“How?” she demanded.
“It just is. Loki’s not Hades’ servant. I exist to protect him. To serve him.”
“That’s bullshit,” she said, folding her arms. “You’re a person, not a damn robot. And I’m not some toy on a shelf he can decide to keep to himself.”
“I know that.” None of my words were coming out right, and before I had the chance to correct them, her lips were on mine, soft as silk and smooth as sin. I froze for half a second before I took her into my arms and returned it as passionately as I had in all my dreams. The only place I truly dared to take what I wanted. What my heart said was mine.
Kore’s fingers spread through my hair, tugging lightly as she climbed onto my lap. My hand traveled up her back and the reality of touching her became too much to resist. I wanted this, and knowing that she did, too, made me willing to damn the consequences.
What started as a curious kiss soon fanned into a flame of lust, and her hands roved my chest as eagerly as mine roamed her curves. She was so soft, her skin too perfect to the touch to be real. I pulled up her shirt, untucking it from her skirt, and cupped her breast in my hand. So soft. So warm.
She kissed me and she tasted like every sweet, blooming thing in the forest. Every speck of beauty in this realm and every other, all concentrated in one essence. She moaned against my lips as I groped her chest and when her knee slipped between my thighs, rubbing against my crotch, my slacks became too tight to bear.
She seemed to anticipate what I was thinking before I thought it and broke the kiss to shift back and unbutton my pants. I growled in approval as she freed my shaft from my boxers and ran her hands along the erect flesh.
My fingers traced along the edge of her silky panties and I tore them easily, too eager to bother with anything else.
“Sorry,” I said when I saw her look of irritation. It faded as I flipped her onto her back and her gaze darkened with need.
“Just fuck me and I’ll forgive you.” Her voice was husky but soft, strumming all the right chords inside me. I pushed her legs open and pinned her hands to the bed, since she seemed to like it rough. The satisfaction in her breathy gasp was confirmation that was the right choice.
Another growl rumbled through my chest as I positioned myself at her entrance. She was already slick with arousal, but still tight enough that my cock had a hard time going in. I didn’t want to hurt her, though she seemed to have no such qualms as her nails dug into my back in an attempt to pull me closer. When she bucked her hips, I finally gave in and sealed my mouth to hers to swallow her moan as I sheathed myself inside her warmth.
Her hands slipped back into my hair, tugging and groping as she ground her hips up into me. She was so tight it had to hurt, but the little whimpers of need she issued between her kisses made it clear she was enjoying herself. I began to thrust into her, slowly at first, well aware of how fragile she was compared to me. Physically, at any rate. I had no doubt she’d kick my ass if I so much as suggested it, though.
“Fuck, yes, right there,” she gasped, her hips rolling into me as I hit the right spot. I thrust harder and deeper each time, trying to restrain all the foolishly vulnerable admissions on the tip of my tongue. Sex had never been an emotional thing for me, but as I fucked her, it felt like she was slipping ever deeper into my soul.
Her panting and writhing became as enjoyable as the sensation of being sheathed inside her. She wrapped her legs around me, giving me even more room to go deeper. I felt us both draw nearer to the edge of restraint. My breaths were now as shallow as hers, and it was all I could do to remember not to grope her hard enough to leave bruises. My back and shoulders were going to be sporting plenty, but it was too hot to know she wanted me that badly to care.
She was close. I could feel it, and hear it in her shallow gasps of bliss as she rocked against me in time with each thrust. I reached between us, sweeping my thumb over her clit, and while she’d been trying to keep quiet, there was nothing discreet about the pleasured moan that passed her lips.
The sound alone would’ve been enough to push me over the edge, if her tightening up around me wasn’t. It all converged in the most blinding orgasm I’d ever experienced and I was still seeing stars as I released the final wave of come inside her.
