Hunt the Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #11)(48)

“You’re so certain my choice won’t be sticking a stake in your heart?”

He held her gaze as he cautiously lifted his hand to trace the curve of her lips.

“We have to learn to trust each other,” he murmured. “It’s the only way we’re going to survive.”

She gave a slow, hesitant nod, looking unbearably fragile in the darkness. Their earlier passion had exploded so fast there had been no time for thinking.

Now she had to gather her courage to take control of their lovemaking.

To take control of him.

He swallowed a low groan.

It was an oddly erotic thought.

“Okay,” she at last managed to husk. “Don’t move.”

Roke smiled at her command, folding his arms behind his head. Sally paused another moment, then with a fluid motion she pushed herself off the mattress, and before he could guess her intent, she was straddling his hips and gazing down at him with a tiny smile.

Roke hissed in shock, clutching the quilt to prevent himself from grasping her hips and guiding her onto his aching cock.

He was the one who invited her to take control.

He wouldn’t take it away from her.

Even if it killed him.

Tiny quakes of pleasure shook his body and she narrowed her gaze.

“I warned you . . . don’t move.”

Roke hissed, his fingers nearly ripping through the quilt as she calmly reached for the hem of her satin nightgown and pulled it over her head. He didn’t need light to make out the perfect swell of her breasts crowned by rosy nipples or the narrow curve of her waist, or the smooth ivory of her skin.

With a groan his hips thrust upward, rubbing his arousal against the thin strip of satin that was all that covered her moist core.

“My beautiful witch.”

“You once told me that Styx should throw away the keys to the dungeon and leave me for the wolves,” she murmured, her hands sliding beneath the lapels of the robe and tugging it off his body.

His fangs were fully extended as her fingers explored his bared chest, circling his nipples before heading ever lower. It was the sweetest torture he had ever endured.

“One of the dogs ever lay a hand on you and they’re dead,” he growled, his hands lifting to run up her bare thighs. “Hell, if any man touches you, they’re dead.”

She rolled her eyes before slowly leaning forward to press her lips against his neck.

“I don’t want any other man to touch me.” She found a sensitive spot at the base of his throat, tormenting him with tiny nibbles. “One mate is more than enough.”

He arched his back as anticipation swelled through him. “It’s not that bad, is it? Mates can be useful on occasion.”

“Really?” Her lips skimmed over his chest, her hair an erotic brush against his skin “And how are you useful?”

“I have all sorts of talents,” he growled, his fingers slipping beneath the scrap of silk so he could rip off the underwear. “Shall I demonstrate?”

“I don’t know.” She licked a beaded nipple. “I think it’s my turn to demonstrate.”

He groaned as she deliberately allowed her breasts to rub against his chest.

“Christ, you’re not going to need a stake to kill me.”

With a low, throaty chuckle she began crawling down his body, her gaze fixed squarely on his straining erection.

“I like this idea of being the one in control.”

So did his cock.

The bastard twitched and throbbed, as if silently pleading for her touch, even as he ruthlessly sought to keep himself from coming.

One touch and he feared he would explode.

“Do you want me to beg?”

She slowly smiled, clearly pleased with her power over him. “The thought is tempting.”

Oh hell. He’d created a monster.

“You are tempting, my love,” he groaned. “I need to be inside you.”

A smile curved her lips.

No, not just a smile.

A wholly wicked smile that spoke of ancient Eve and female enticement.

“But I’m not done.”

On the point of assuring her that he was going to be done if she didn’t hurry things along, Roke gave a strangled shout and nearly shot off the bed as Sally leaned down and licked him from balls to tip.

Holy shit.

She wasn’t a witch, she was a temptress.

Swirling her tongue around the very tip of him, she gave him another leisurely lick before she at last parted her lips and took him into the warm wetness of her mouth.

His hips elevated off the bed as she explored every straining inch of him, swiftly learning precisely what earned his most desperate groans.

Finally he had to admit that he couldn’t take another second of her delectable torture.

Already his balls were tight with the approaching climax. He wanted to be lodged deep inside her when he came.

Reaching down, he grasped her arms and tugged her up to sprawl on top of him. She sighed as her legs fell on either side of his hips, the heat of her moist core pressed against his shaft.

“Sally, I’m going out of mind,” he groaned, his fingers gliding up her inner thighs to stroke through her wet heat. “Put me out of my misery . . . please.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes filled with a confidence as she leaned forward that was as sweet as the soft kiss she pressed to his lips.