Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(25)

Her * throbbed, demanding attention, sending needy demands. There were occasionally times she liked being teased; this wasn’t one of them. She fisted his hair. “Go for it, Benjamin. Mouth only—but get me off in the next ten minutes or you get sent home.”

Excellent threat. His hands clenched hard enough to bruise, and then he went to work, teasing her clit, around the hood, the sides, the top.

Amazing. Her breathing slipped out of her control at the full, hot sensation as her * engorged with blood, as pressure coiled in her depths.

He took her clit in his mouth, engulfing it in heat and wet, and her need grew. Her fingers in his hair pulled him forcefully against her—and he laughed.

She tugged again, more painfully.

His only reaction was to fit his lips around her more tightly—and then he sucked. Relentless, pulsing sucks. Stopped to flicker his tongue over her before sucking again.

Her muscles went taut under his hand as the coil in her core tightened, as her hips tried to lift, and then he flattened his tongue, rubbing determinedly right on the top.

The wildfire battering her senses roared out of control, whipped by the winds of need. Her hips bucked against his hold as the pressure grew, grew, grew…and detonated. Searing sensation scorched across her nerves, flaming outward in pulsing streams of pleasure.

Past the bruising hammering of her heart, she could feel his hands gliding up and down her thighs. Eventually, she opened her eyes, saw his grin, and…the softness in his eyes. Her pulse skipped. She could barely control her voice—and all she could think about was the overwhelming desire to have him inside her. “Benjamin. You’re amazing.”

He didn’t answer for a second, just stared at her. “Did you know you’re abso-f*cking-lutely gorgeous when you come?”

Her heart warmed. Oh yes, she really, really wanted him. “Muss me up, then, Benjamin.”

The flare of heat in his gaze could have seared the planet.

She yanked his hair, the implacable demand clawing at her required action. “Move, subbie. Now.”

“Fuck, yes, Ma’am.” He was over her in an instant and thrust in, powerful and fast.




Holy f*cking Jes—Goddess. The top of Ben’s head almost shot off. Anne was hot and slick—and tight enough to make him almost come on entry. With a rigid grip on his control, he managed to stop before full penetration to let her adjust to his size.

Some women couldn’t ever take him to the hilt.

But Anne? Face still flushed from her climax, she was smiling with pleasure. At his lack of movement, she opened her eyes and the heat in them burned his skin. “Guard dog, did you stop for a reason? Now, now, now.”

She sure didn’t need to tell him twice.

As he pressed in, his hands dug into her hips as he struggled for control. Jesus, she felt good. With a groan, he tried to slow, fought to keep from hurting her. He felt the resistance as her cunt stretched around him, and then he was… “Fuck!”

He pulled out, appalled at himself. “Need protection, Ma’am.”

Her eyes widened, and her expression held the same shock as his.

“I f*cked up.” Tensely, he waited for her to rake him over the coals. Deservedly, too. It was a man’s job to protect the woman. Always.

“Well, I haven’t forgotten that essential since I was in college.” She met his eyes. “I’m sorry—and I can see you are as well. We both messed up.” She rubbed his shoulder. “I’m on birth control pills.”

Per Shadowlands requirements, she’d also be tested routinely for STDs. He offered his own reassurance. “I get tested right along with the members. I’m clean.”

“Good enough.” With a wave of her hand, she indicated the left. “Bedside drawer.”

That was it? No yelling? Both of them were slaphappy with lack of sleep, but he should be thumped for screwing up. Only…he had to appreciate her calmness and how she’d shouldered part of the blame herself. She was as classy down deep as she was on the surface.

Reaching over, he yanked the bedside table drawer out, finding condoms as well as toys that—if he hadn’t thought she’d hurt him—he’d have explored further. Instead, he grabbed a packet, ripped it open, and covered himself. “Let’s try this again.”

He stroked her hips with his hand, ran a finger through her folds…still drenched for him and damn he liked that bare look. Parting her gently, he established his landing zone—and took her with one aggressive assault. Sheathed or not, his cock was in heaven.

She inhaled fast, and he could feel her cunt around him, throbbing, gripping him in a mercilessly slick fist.

He’d wanted her for so long—he wasn’t going to last long. Grinding his teeth, he paused. Should he be doing something—anything else?

Her eyes opened. One dimple showed. “Mmm, lovely.” Her words were so throaty she could make a man come with her voice alone. “Did you stop for a reason?”

Damn, she was something. “Um. Aside from hammering you into the bed, can I do anything else?”

Amusement danced in her eyes. “No, Benjamin. That will be sufficient.” She’d sound elegant even in the middle of a firefight.

And he had a go order. Oh, yeah. He pulled back, pressed in, feeling the nothing-equals-this slide of his cock inside a tight cunt. His next thrust was harder, his next one harder still.