Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(86)

“Trap. I bit you. I injected venom. You could have a worse reaction. The venom is accumulative. I know because they tested it over and over on individuals, and if they were injected or bitten more than a couple of times they died. You could be in serious trouble.” She studied his face. “Why aren’t you in serious trouble?”


CHAPTER 14


Trap rolled, taking Cayenne with him, keeping his body locked tightly with hers. Her smaller body sprawled over his, and he reached down and jerked up a sheet, covering her. His hips kept up the slow, sexy glide. He was sated, happy, but still semihard. He knew it wouldn’t take much to get him fully hard again, and the tight channel with the ripples of silken fingers fisting and caressing was doing just that.


“You should be paralyzed,” Cayenne reiterated, green eyes wide with shock. Her hands smoothed over his skin. Clearly she was agitated and still upset no matter that he clearly wasn’t reacting to the venom.


“I’m not,” he said, and wrapped his palm around the nape of her neck to bring her head down to his so he could take her mouth again. I love your mouth, Cayenne, he told her, even as he showed her. So f*cking beautiful, you take my breath away, baby.


She kissed him back. Poured herself into him. Into the kiss. One turned into half a dozen. She lifted her head the inch or so his hand allowed, staring down at him in wonder. He liked that the back of her head fit nicely in his palm and her thick, wild mane of black hair tumbled around her face and body, pooling on his chest and the mattress under him. It was sexy. More than sexy. Every movement made him feel as if he was totally covered in silk.


“How, Trap? How come you aren’t paralyzed?” She looked close to tears again. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t stop myself. It’s a compulsion when I’m overwhelmed. I was so afraid it would happen. I tried to tell myself it wouldn’t but…” She trailed off, looking more confused than ever.


“Baby. Really? Did you think a man like me wouldn’t figure out how to be immune to bites? Your bite? I knew I was taking you to bed. I plan on getting you very excited in a lot of different ways. Self-preservation alone told me I’d better figure out how to cope with your bites.”


Her wide-eyed shock slowly turned to comprehension and then she narrowed her eyes. “That’s what made you late moving here, wasn’t it? Instead of working in your own lab here, you worked it out in Wyatt’s lab so I wouldn’t catch on to what you were doing.”


His hands spanned her waist, keeping her seated fully over him as she sat up. The movement took him deep, and instantly his cock swelled, going hard like a steel spike, pushing against her soft tissues, forcing her inner muscles to accept him all over again. He refused to allow her to leave him, so she sat there, her long hair a dark cloud shimmering around her body, her green eyes going emerald and her soft mouth frowning at him.


“Even when you’re pissed as hell, you’re so damned sexy I could eat you alive,” he said. He did a slow thrust upward and watched her breasts sway with the jolt.


“I can’t believe you.”


“Your man believes in being prepared, and aren’t you glad I was?”


She didn’t reply, but threw her head back, grinding down on him. He lifted her nearly off him and then, controlling the pace, brought her back slowly over him, sheathing his cock in hot silk.


“Harder,” she breathed, trying to twist her body to get what she wanted.


“Not yet, baby. I don’t want you to get too sore. Just ride me slow.” His hands urged her to accept the slow, easy, almost languid rhythm he set.


“Trap,” she protested, but she did as he asked, rising slowly, her tight muscles dragging over him, creating a delicious friction for both of them. Creating a slow, scorching-hot burn.


“Slow can be good, Cayenne,” he explained. “We’re going to take this slow and easy until neither of us can take it anymore.”


She moved on him, following his lead, her body so tight he could barely stand the pleasure as she wrapped him in heat and silk. Her hair swung around her with each movement, sliding over his skin. His gaze stayed on her breasts for several long spectacular moments and then drifted lower, to watch himself disappear inside her and then reappear as she lifted her body.


“Look, baby,” he said softly. “Look at us. Fucking beautiful. Sexy as hell. That’s my woman. I love the way you take me inside you.”


She looked down at where they joined together, watched the long, thick length of him appear and then disappear as she slowly rode him. His hands found her breasts and began a slow massage. She bit her lip.


“Touch my nipples, Trap. They feel like they’re on fire.”


He did so immediately, his fingers tugging hard. He raised his head as he urged her body down over him so he could take one hard nipple into the heat of his mouth, suckling strongly, using his tongue and the edge of his teeth. She gasped, and he felt liquid fire bathe his cock.


“I need harder, Trap,” she whispered. “Please, honey, this is making me crazy.”


“You don’t like it?”


“I do. I really do, but it isn’t enough. Even my blood feels like it’s on fire. I can barely stand the tension. I’m right there. So close, but I can’t go over. I need to go faster and harder. Please, Trap.”