Into the Darkness (Darkness #1)(30)

The male sounded gleeful. And yes, the human had something that seemed to call, seemed to tug a male’s vitals until he could barely think, but she wasn’t worth the hassle. Not to mention she had yet to really explore her sexual side, and was probably entirely boring in the sack.

So why the hell was the thought of her with another man pinching his insides and making him want to rip someone’s arms off?

Charles interrupted Stefan’s thoughts by saying, “Have you chosen a mate yet, sir?”

And then there was that little problem. “No.”

“Excuse me for saying, but you have the pick of the breed-able females—anyone you want can be yours…”

Stefan rubbed his eyes. There were some exquisite beauties with high levels of power, all right; each ready to throw herself at him. Based on his position and his own high level of power, he needed to bond with someone and create offspring—or try, anyway. He just…didn’t want to bother. He didn’t want a female to have a claim on him. They were all too concerned with his position, or his time, or his conversation. Plus, he hated sharing his bed. He could never sleep when someone was breathing on him.

He waved the thought away. “I don’t have to make the decision for a few more months.”

“Eenie, meenie, miney, huh?” Charles grinned. Then dropped his eyes again when he felt the heat of the stare.

“You’re excused,” Stefan said in clipped tones.

Stefan was just about to get up and finally head to bed when Charles stepped aside from the door and turned his body. Thinking the young man wanted to discuss something further, Stefan waited, then wished he hadn’t. A slinky woman in four inch heels and a see-through chemise wandered in, all hip and breast.

Speaking of possible mates.

“Hi, baby,” she said in a lioness purr.

Charles hovered in the door, wondering if he’d be invited to play. Which would just take longer. Stefan minutely shook his head.

“Hello, Darla. What brings you?”

She wound her way to his side of the desk, her ni**les puckered in arousal. She heaved herself onto the desk in front of him, legs draping to each side of his chair, her bare sex spreading for his inspection.

He felt a stirring in his groin as she said, “I just wanted to drop in and say hi. See how you were…” She gracefully pushed herself forward until she sat high on his lap, pushing down on his hardening manhood. Her body leaned back, putting her perfect br**sts on display through her sheer top.

He was dead tired, melancholy from the men and women he lost, distracted from the irritating human and her magic issues, and really just wanted to head up to bed. But now he had an erection.

First thing’s first.

He ran his hands up her thighs, pushing the fabric up with it. Up her stomach and over her chest, he slipped the fabric over her head and into a bunch on the desk. He bent forward, taking a taut nipple in his mouth and sucking, lightly sticking it with his teeth. A small amount of blood trickled out over his tongue, tasting of sweet cherries.

“Hmmmm,” she moaned, rubbing her crotch against his in graceful hip swings, experienced and practiced at the best way to get a man off.

Suddenly he needed a good, hard screw.

He grabbed her h*ps and lifted her body off of him, placing her butt onto the desk. She leaned back like a stretching cat, her feet out to the sides, exposing that lovely pink center. As he ripped down his zipper, he ran his tongue up her slit, tasting salt and sex. She’d been active earlier, he could taste it on her, which wouldn’t be unusual if it wasn’t for the battle.

Taking himself out, he kissed and licked up her body, once again focusing on a perfect breast while he stroked himself up, getting hard enough to get this underway. At the right level of turned on—which, these days, was usually just good enough—he laid his body over hers and pushed the head of his dick just past her outer lips. With one big push, he pumped himself all the way in, his h*ps hitting against her ends. Not wasting any time, he slammed into her, deep and hard, taking out his frustration on the world with her sweet sex.

“Yes, Boss. Harder! Yes!” she moaned, clutching her hair in fistfuls as her br**sts bounced up and back with his rhythm.

Stefan put his body low over her, swiveling his hips, his c**k working up a nice, wet friction against her inner walls. He worked harder, thinking of the human’s smell trapped in his secret den—a place which she shouldn’t have found on her own. It was spicy and fragrant, trapping his senses.

“Oh you’re so hard!” Darla moaned, pumping her sex up to meet his thrusts.

Stefan’s balls were starting to constrict, the room ringing with wet slapping as his body hammered off of hers. Sweating and panting, Darla reached forward, her eyes closed, her face one of bliss, and clutched onto him, scraping those sexy ni**les off of his chest.

Stefan’s eyes rolled up in the back of his head as his c**k erupted, filling her. Three more thrusts and he was emptied.

“Hmmm, that was nice,” Darla said, leaning back on the desk, her hand trailing down between her br**sts.

Out of breath, Stefan straightened up and fastened his pants. He nodded. “I’ll see you.”

“Soon.” She laughed in a low, throaty voice as he made his way out of the room. She was under the impression she all but had the mate title.

And realistically, she was probably right.