I had seen many a breast in my lifetime, but never one as innocently unveiled.
And I found I couldn’t look away like I should have. Avery was oblivious as she jumped up and down and the breast bounced, gaining more of my attention, and my cock turned rock-hard in seconds.
If she’d done that when I’d first seen her, I’d be a dead man as she’d have easily killed me because of my distraction of her body.
And she had a quick mind. And she was a hell of a fighter too. If she didn’t hate us or wasn’t a killer of my kind… Fuck! I still couldn’t move or look away from her.
Something about her brought out a clash between my protective instincts and the desire to dominate her. I wanted to be the one who made her come over and over, shouting my name and raking her nails down my back. I wanted to see the ecstasy on her face when I buried myself deep inside her and not the held-back disdain.
Shit! I’d fucked many women and not let my emotions get in the way. My heart was locked in a frozen cell that no one could touch. I could have sex with Avery and not let it lead to anything else.
Her body temped me in a way no other woman’s ever had. I wanted to know what she tasted like from her lips to her neck just below her ear to her sex and everywhere else.
“I’ve got another turn,” her voice trembled slightly.
A human might not have been able to detect it, but I did. She left her dress untied over one shoulder. Was that intentional or had my devouring her with my gaze unsettled her that much?
“Imagine the blade be an extension of yer will. That it’ll sink into the target as ye wish.”
“Is that like a magic spell or something?” She shook her head. “Next you’ll be telling me if I eat cat food, meow, and play with a ball of yarn, I can turn myself into a cat.”
“No—”
Tinder, Malcolm’s damn cat padded inside the chamber. Whenever the animal couldn’t find either of my cousins, it chose to curl up on my chest while I tried to sleep.
After getting a pet and coos from Avery, the beast sauntered past me with its tail straight up and fluffed. Damn cat mocked me.
“Take yer turn.” I crossed my arms.
She let out a little laugh that warmed a deep cavern inside me. This time when she threw the blade, the tip of it stuck to the edge of the yellow bullseye.
“I don’t believe it!”
“Go once more, now that ye’ve gotten the hang o’ it.” I had no intention of letting her win though. I wanted to claim my prize and tasting her lips would be my reward.
She picked up another wooden blade and after a moment of concentration, threw it. I held my breath, willing the knife to miss. The handle hit the target and bounced across the floor.
“My turn.” I was in the lead, but I wanted her to think it had been a closer match. I don’t know why I cared about her feelings. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to feel like a sexual abuser when I took a kiss from her.
My knife sank deep into the outside yellow. “I win.”
“W-What do you want?” Her pupils dilated.
I moved toward her, and she held her ground. It pleased me that she didn’t run away or cower. My chest tightened in a mix of pride and desire. I had watched her as she threw the daggers. She moved effortlessly like a feline, but more calculated and sensual.
The scent of her arousal almost had me dropping to my knees in front of her and begging to kiss her most intimate part. A growl of possession rattled deep in my chest. “Just a kiss. Do ye—”
“Stop asking me.” She trembled. “You’re the winner. Take your prize.”
I dipped my head in acknowledgment. I could take as much as she could handle. She straightened her shoulders, pushing out her chest.
The atmosphere around us suddenly thickened with lust. I stood staring down at her. Waiting for her to flinch or call off our bet.
A breath sounded like it hitched in her throat as her gaze slid to my mouth. I yearned to know what she tasted like. What she’d feel like wrapped around me.
I was not a man for patience and clamped a hand around the back of her head and crushed my lips against hers. Part of me wanted to show her that she wouldn’t win at knives or at making me lower my guard when it came to her.
She tasted like spiced wine.
Something in me roared forward, the need to claim her shuddered through me. Like part of my soul recognized her and I had to have more.
I growled against her mouth, and she met my kiss with an intensity of her own. I pressed my body against hers, pushing her until she was once again against a wall, but this time I wasn’t choking her. My cock was already hard and throbbing and needing her.
She hiked her legs up around my waist, rubbing her sex against my erection, moaning against my mouth. Her kisses had me drunk with desire.
I moved my hand from the back of her neck to her throat. I used the wall to help hold her, ripping off her dress and exposing her perfect, perky breast.
The rose-colored nipples already strained for my touch. I brushed a thumb across them, and Avery mewled, pulling off from our kiss, and arching.
I cupped her breast, leaning forward to suck hard on the side of her throat, my hand pressing against her throat: soft enough not to injure her, but hard enough to show her I was in charge. She squeezed her legs around my hips, bucking relentlessly against my cock.
I yanked her bra down more, a hard rod inside her bra gave me the slightest pause. More weapons. I should have shoved her away, exposed the danger of her to my kind.
“God, I want you to fuck me right now.” She nibbled on my lower lip. “I can’t wait anymore. Please.”
The threat of her killing me right now waned, but I risked falling too fast and hard for my enemy. Except with her touch, her kisses, something felt so right—more than just fucking.
I wanted…needed her more than I ever had anyone in my life, and it terrified me.
Yet, sinking myself inside her and giving us both pleasure, was the only thing I was certain of right now. The only thing that demanded I complete. Demanded I take her.
With one hand, I dropped my trousers, my cock sprung forward, eagerly seeking her body. I yanked aside her underwear, her moisture slick across my fingers.
Not able to wait for a second longer, I pushed inside her wet sheath. She gasped then clutched my shoulders so tight and tried to move.
I pumped into her hard and fast. Determined to show her that I’d never bow to her, and this was only to fulfill a sexual need. I wouldn’t whisper sweet words of her beauty or how—oh gods—that she felt like sin clutched around me.
“Fuck!” was all I could get out.
She moaned in a husky voice, “More.”
I thrust into her harder and faster. She stared into me like she could see that she had full control of me despite everything. I pressed my hand harder on her throat, wanting her to surrender, needing to claim her deeper.
With my free hand, I hiked up her leg, giving myself better leverage into her core. My chest rubbed against hers and her nipples pebbled under the friction. I wanted to take my time now that I was inside her, but my body forced me to rush to release.
I smashed her more up against the wall, heat burnt through my body. Each powerful stroke into her brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Her scream of ecstasy echoed through me. She broke me. My cock spilled my seed inside her.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe or move. The world around us stilled. I longed to tell her she completed me.
Aye, that I wanted to fuck her like that every day, every night, whenever she needed. But I couldn’t. She was the enemy. And being with her like that was too dangerous, like a strong drink that drunks couldn’t get enough of.
I slid out from her body; the cool air rushed between us. I longed to crush her to me and tell her not to hate me or my kind. To stay and I’d take my time driving her wild and sinking into her flesh. That I’d make her scream my name many times before we were done.
She leaned against the wall, panting. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes half-closed in the afterglow of sex.
I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Get dressed.”
She gave me a glare that bored into me.
I didn’t wait while she composed herself or fixed her clothing, I stormed out.
Because if I stayed a moment longer in her presence, I would’ve given in. I would’ve been tempted to open a piece of my heart to her. And I had to remember she hated me and my kind.
Showing her that I cared at all would be the death of me and possibly my cousins too.
No matter how much my heart ached as I put more and more distance between us, it had to be done.