Captive's Kiss (2 page)

Saige smacked her lips and moved to the pulsing beat as she shouldered her way to the bar at Hades. The air dripped with lust and sex. Shrieks and moans carried clearly to her ears. Her own body throbbed for release. It had been ages, and now that her race’s fertile season was at its peak, she was about to jump out of her skin.

She had to ease the ache. Sex was necessary at this time of year. Taking care of her needs might seem selfish tonight, but it was the only way she’d be able to focus. She had a job to do. And the only way she could get out of the mess she was in was to find males who could hold their own in a bloody fight.

A male who could fight, and a male to sate her urges. Not necessarily the same guy. Two vastly unrelated objectives tonight, both of which she had no choice but to complete.

Even then, she would have only bought more time. Did a way out of her private hell even exist?

Not that she could see.

A lump formed in her throat and she angrily pushed it down. One day at a time. A plan would come to her. It had to.

She banged a fist on the bar, ignored by the female bartenders who scurried to bring drinks to the males. Finally a muscular male Deserati demon flashed her an apologetic smile and leaned in. “What’ll you have, gorgeous?”

“A shot of Jack.” She returned the smile and tilted her head. Deserati demons could be formidable fighters, especially when they used their tails. She eyed his horns deliberately, one at a time, knowing he tracked her gaze. Small and poking through the hair above his ears, those horns were a highly erogenous zone.

He filled a glass with amber liquid and slid it to her. “Anything else?”

“When do you get off?” she asked.

He licked his lips and his eyes slid to her leather corset. “Three.”

She pretended to pout. “That’s past my bedtime.”

“It’d be worth it to stay up late. Just one night.” He winked, promise shining in his eyes.

A bevy of fairies giggled from the other side of the bar, practically climbing on it and nearly falling over the side in an effort to get the male’s attention. He gave Saige another smile and shrug before heading over to the group, catching one fairy just before she tumbled.

Saige threw back the shot, savoring the burn as it flowed down her throat. If she didn’t grab him, there were dozens of others to choose from. Her captors preferred the most dangerous predatory species. They liked Deserati demons, but they also loved Lash demons, and she was certain she’d seen a group of Watchers walk in.

She glanced around, not spotting them at the moment. Probably already in rooms with females. Dudes as big as that had ladies hanging off them like vines at this time of year. She looked to the dance floor, which was just a packed mass of bodies. It was hard to tell where one creature ended and the next one began.

Her skin tingled, responding to the groping and kissing all around her. She needed to get relief, then she could do what she needed to.

She set down the glass and squared her shoulders, ready to sidle into the mass…and found her way blocked by a solid wall of muscle and a scent that almost brought her to her knees.

Smoke and a hint of dark spice clung to him. Well over six feet tall, he had short dark hair and green eyes that already gleamed with lust as he perused her from heels to hair. His eyes locked with hers, and she froze under the weight of his stare. Need, power, danger. And interest.

“Your name?” His deep voice rumbled around her, through her. His full lower lip looked bitable and her pulse quickened. He was a Lash, her species, and he was in the same hormonal boat she was. She could tell, even though she couldn’t resist a quick peek at the bulge behind his zipper.

“Saige.” She took in his enormous biceps and shoulders and inhaled once again. He was intoxicating, dreamy, sexy, and hot as hell.

A group of males pushed to the bar behind her, jostling her, and the Lash’s arms went around her shoulders, tucking her close. Her breath hitched at the sensation of being pressed against that wide chest, and she took another greedy inhale. She rubbed her cheek on the soft black cotton of his T-shirt.

“I’m Tanner,” he said, and she felt the words vibrate from his body the same way she heard them in her ears. “Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

“Gods, yes,” she murmured, and let him lead her around the bar to the dark area of private rooms in back.

His hand gripped her hip and he allowed zero space between them as he pushed through the crowd. His fingers felt magical, each tip a spark to her need. Gods, she was so overdue for this. She’d waited too long. She might orgasm just from him touching her over her clothes.

Oh, who was she kidding, she didn’t care how it happened. It just needed to happen in the next minute or she’d combust.

Tanner.
She said his name in her mind, letting the syllables roll around. So sexy and strong. She felt something hard concealed at the side of his thigh. A blade. He had to be a Watcher.

The elite warriors were the self-appointed peace enforcers of the realms. They were honorable, but could be merciless to species who took unfair advantage of less fortunate ones. They were the good guys, the white knights…but their sex drives were just as insane as everyone else’s right now. She slid a hand around his waist, dragging it slowly down his muscular ass.

He growled and shoved open a door that had been left ajar by a fae couple who’d just left. In one fluid move, he kicked the door shut and pinned her against the wall.

“You want this, Saige?” His hands circled her biceps and slid down to her wrists, leaving a trail of goose bumps. “You want me?”

“Yes. Now.” She captured one of his big hands and brought it to her lips, sucking his first finger into her mouth.

His eyes glowed bright green and he gritted his teeth. “Fuck, woman.” His free hand went to the center zipper of her corset-who the hell had time for hooks and laces-and pulled it down.

The leather dropped to the floor, baring her breasts. He pulled his hand from her mouth and cupped her flesh, eyes rapt. “So beautiful,” he murmured.

His hands were perfect. Big, warm, and strong, they covered her curves possessively. The thought ghosted through her head that she was going to smell like him, and that made her insanely delighted. Why? She’d never-

A moan escaped as one strong hand dropped to the fly of her leather pants. Heat exploded in her belly and warmth pulsed between her thighs. Oh gods, he was so close to where she needed to be touched.

As if he read her mind, he worked the zipper down and slid his hand inside. Her lace thong was wet, a blatant invitation, and he stroked along her hyper-sensitive skin once, twice…

And her orgasm ripped through her, so powerful she had no time to be embarrassed that she came so quickly. Her back bowed and she clutched his shoulders as she rode out the intense waves, one leg wrapped around his hip so she was completely open to him.

“That’s it, Saige,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear and sending mini tremors down her shoulder. “Come apart. I’ve got you.”

She gulped air in shuddering gasps, her heart racing at the sexy promise in his voice and the nearness of him.

The last quiver left her body and she smiled lazily up at him. A flicker of smugness danced in his eyes before giving way to raw sexual hunger. She linked her hands behind his neck and tugged, needing his mouth.

Not all creatures bothered with kissing during the fertile times. The seasons were a lot of plain, hard fucking, any way it could be had. The romance of kissing was often left behind, the prelude abandoned in favor of the final act.

But Tanner obliged her, dipping his head to meet her lips. She teased him with her tongue, then opened for him.

His kiss was soft yet demanding. Just the right balance of him coaxing her higher, letting her play with him, and him taking over completely. He managed to be urgent yet teasing and left her wanting more. She pressed closer and rubbed against the huge erection straining his jeans.

He nipped her lip in warning, but she felt too bold to stop. She dropped a hand to palm his length.

He pulled back with a snarl, eyes bright, lips parted, panting. “Pants off.” His voice was rough with need as he undid his belt and zipper.

Saige’s hands moved on their own accord, pushing the tight leather down her hips. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, off the rigid shaft pushing at his boxer briefs. She licked her lips.

“Off or I’ll tear them off,” he growled.

She hopped on one foot, kicking loose one heel and getting one leg out, but when he pushed his briefs down she could only stare. His thick cock jutted straight toward her, long and perfect, and all she wanted was to take him in her mouth.

The rip of foil brought her back to the moment. Tanner rolled the condom on and scooped his hands under her ass, lifting her and pressing her to the wall. Her pants dangled around her knee and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Leveraging her against the smooth plaster, he grabbed her thong and ripped it in two.

C
HAPTER
2

T
ANNER DIDN’T KNOW WHY THIS
night, this solstice, seemed so out of control. Why everything right now was heightened in a way he’d never felt before. But he wasn’t going to stop and question it. Not with the sexiest female he’d ever seen spread open, willing, and naked, wrapped around him.

He positioned himself at the entrance to Saige’s tight body, rubbing the head of his cock through her slick folds.

“Tanner,” she moaned, and his name sounded like an orgasm on her lips. “That feels so good. I want you.”

Her husky voice licked across his skin, adding to the sensory overload. Sexy blond hair fell around her shoulders, almost covering her perfect breasts. Not too big, not too small, they were perky and tipped with taut pink nipples.

His cock throbbed. He nudged just inside her channel and she wiggled, trying to get more of him. Fuck, that was hot, but he was a big male and didn’t want to hurt her. “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me,” he gritted as he pushed in another inch. Gods, she was tight.

“I’m ready.” Brown eyes twinkled, swirled with the amber glow of sex. “I just came on your hand, remember?”

He groaned. “Naughty girl.” He pushed in farther. “Okay?”

“Yes.” She dropped her hand to their connection, stroking the base of his shaft. “More.”

Her touch felt too good and his control snapped. His most basic urges took over and he grabbed her hips, slamming her body down on his full length.

She gave a tiny squeak, almost a whimper, and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck, did I hurt you?”

“No.” Her voice was tense, eyes still shut.

She was so damn tight. “You’re not a v-”

“No.” She opened her eyes, and he was relieved to see the glow still there. “It’s just been a while. I’m okay.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded.

He grinned and shifted her higher, leaning closer to draw one pebbled nipple into his mouth. He was careful to keep his hips still, even though he ached to fuck her hard. He wanted her pliant and eager, muscles clamping in desperate desire and not flexing against the invasion of his cock.

She sucked in a breath as he teased her with light flicks of his tongue. Gradually, the tightness in her hips eased, and her deep inner muscles relaxed around him. He switched to her other side and chanced a shallow thrust. A crazy feeling of pride filled him, that she hadn’t been with many males, not recently anyway. Not during this solstice. No wonder she’d come so quickly when he’d touched her. She’d been a ticking time bomb.

A time bomb who was now, apparently, ready for more. “Mmm.” She sighed and adjusted her angle so that he slid even deeper. “You feel so good.”

He released her breast. “So do you, babe. I can’t go slow tonight.”

“I don’t need slow.” She smiled, sexy full lips taunting him with images of her mouth on his cock. Gods, the way she had looked at it. He’d gotten harder just being exposed in front of her.

“Thank fuck.” He pulled back and slid in again, her body tight and welcoming. And freshly wet. The enticing scent of her arousal filled the air, a new wave that added to the delicious jasmine scent. Her need was building-again.

He knew, because of sensory cues she was throwing off like signal flares. But also, he just…knew. But that made no sense. It was an effect of the season, it had to be. He thrust harder and higher as her one heel dug into his back. One heel, one bare foot. Might be funny if they weren’t both so consumed with desire. She gripped his shoulders and pressed against the wall, rolling her hips into him. Lips parted, face flushed, body needy, she was beautiful.

He kept his pace steady, wanting to prolong this moment. He’d been with hundreds of females over the years, all different species, and especially at the fertile times. But something about Saige was different.

She moaned his name, and it was like a siren call. He pumped faster and his need spiraled out of control. Everything about her was warm and encouraging. He didn’t know a thing about her other than her name and race, but he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck!” he yelled as his body detonated. She gasped and shuddered, fingernails digging into his biceps as he thrust so hard her shoulders repeatedly bounced off the wall. But all Lash demons had accelerated healing abilities, so any bruises she might get from this hot fuck session would be gone soon.

With a small cry, she came apart with him. Her breath was choppy and sweet and she clung to him as their heartrates came back down. With her legs still wrapped around him, she rested her cheek against his chest, rubbing, as she had done when those assholes had pushed into her back at the bar. The gesture indicated a familiarity between them that they obviously didn’t have, but it was kind of sweet. Not what he’d expect from a female who was here at Hades for the same reason he was.

Unless she wanted something long term. Some females did try to find their mates during the fertile season. But no. His sex life was comprised of quickies and one night stands. Nothing more. Hence, the condoms. Lash demons were only fertile twice a year and Tanner wasn’t taking any chances.