Frostbite (Last Call #5) (6 page)

Her legs shook, and she tried to steady her
breathing. “Tell me what you see.”

“
The woman who’s going to
melt me,” came the answer, a whisper across her skin as the
slippery metal, warmed by her body, pressed against her
ass.

Hard,
huge
, but the dreamy buzz had left
her floating, relaxed. She took the plug, shivering as it stretched
her. “Admit it,” she murmured. “You just want to see me in the
collar.”

“
My captive Siren who sings
for me?” He pushed her hair aside and slipped one end of the metal
circle around her throat. “Maybe you should never come to my
apartment, Kelsey. Maybe I’d keep you there, like this.”

Maybe I’d stay.
She would have said it too, except that he
fastened the collar with a click and the next beat of her heart
pulsed through her whole body. She cried out, shuddered. Begged.
“Hurry, please—”

For the first time that night, he didn’t
make her wait. He groaned, his chest vibrating against her back,
and thrust into her.

Full, so full, every bit of her stretched
tight and aching. Kelsey squeezed her eyes shut and panted for
breath. “I’d let you,” she babbled helplessly. “Anything you
want.”

Hot breath skated over wet skin. He licked
her earlobe and groaned. “No promises now. I can feel you, tight
and hot. Shaking right apart. Not fair to ask for promises.”

None of it was fair, and it didn’t matter.
He could melt, and she could scream as loud as she wanted. The
night was one big fantasy, them included, and the thing that shoved
her in a headlong rush toward orgasm was the possibility of another
smile, a spontaneous kiss on the corner of her mouth.

A guttural growl escaped him as his hips
snapped forward. “That’s right,” he rasped, his voice cracking like
too-thin ice on a pond. “Come all over me. Let me feel it.”

Christ, a little more of
that and she wouldn’t just be coming, she’d be unconscious. “Gods,
right there.
Fuck.
”

His teeth closed on her shoulder, rough and
possessive, and his next thrust seemed unsteady. Wild, as out of
control as his hungry, helpless growls.

Kelsey opened her eyes. Her gaze found the
mirror on the opposite wall, but she barely recognized either of
them. Her skin was flushed, her wet hair tangled and dripping. But
Cain—

Cain.

Not frozen anymore, not even melted. He was
burning, muscles and tendons standing out in stark relief as he
hurtled toward release. It sent a bolt of longing through her, one
that collided with a gentle pulse from the toy in her ass and one
hard, desperate thrust of his cock.

Oh.
Oh.

Tension swirled tighter, held her in its
grip for one agonizing second before exploding, taking her along
with it. She screamed and remembered thinking she shouldn’t, or
maybe it didn’t matter. Soundproofing, surely all the rooms had it,
or else her cries would have already brought people running...

Swells, swells of absolute
fucking
ecstasy
,
one of the few words her muddled, useless brain could evoke, along
with
Cain
and
yes
.

Yes, yes, yes.

He drove into her one last time and froze
there, his face caught in an expression of slack relief. Her name
rasped out of him, low, loving, and he rocked against her again
with a shudder. “You’re coming so sweet on my cock that I could
fuck myself hard again and do it all over.”

She could barely move, much less come again.
“Have a little mercy,” she managed to whisper.

“
On us both.” He dropped
his head to her shoulder and exhaled slowly. “Are you all
right?”

“
No.” She had no bones
left, and no control of her own body. “Get me out of here before I
drown.”

He did, leaving the enchanted accessories
behind as he wrapped her in a towel and shrugged into a robe. In
the other room, he tumbled them both onto the bed with an utter
lack of respect for what their tangled, wet hair would do to the
sinfully expensive pillow cases.

When they were settled together, he stroked
a hand over her back and kissed her forehead. “Better?”

“
Better.” A tragic
understatement. “No promises is probably a good idea, but fuck it.
The rules don’t apply to us, right?”

“
Prudence would dictate we
exchange
some
information before we move in together. I’m sure in a day or
two I’ll be feeling prudent again, unless we repeat this adventure.
In which case I suppose it doesn’t matter.”

Kelsey propped her head up
on one arm. “Who said anything about moving in together? You’re hot
and I like you, and
that
dictates that I at least get your
number.”

His large hand tightened on her hip. “It
seems more civilized than me luring you into my lair and keeping
you there with chains and orgasms.”

A lock of hair had fallen over his forehead,
and she smoothed it back. “I think I like you for more than your
orgasms, awesome as they are.”

“
Even knowing what I do?”
His voice sobered slightly. “Most women don’t want to date
death.”

Easy for her to dismiss, but it was a very
real concern, especially for Cain. “You know the one thing all my
years have taught me? The importance of balance. You help keep that
balance. People are born, so others have to die. It’s the way life
works.”

“
Except for people like
us,” he said quietly.

The tone—dejected and hesitant—made her
chest ache. “What are you worried about, Cain? Honestly?”

“
This is the first time—”
He cleared his throat. “Your magic lets me feel for a little while.
I find myself more reluctant to give that up than I could have
imagined.”

She wasn’t exactly eager to go back to a
life of desperate, fumbling sexual encounters—in fact, the thought
made her shake her head before she even realized what she was
doing. “I know what you mean. How you feel.”

He rolled, pressing his
mouth to her ear. “Come home with me. I promise not to fuck
you
all
the
time.”

The first frisson of doubt tickled an uneasy
line up her spine. “My voice. Is that...everything?”

But Cain laughed. “Your voice only lets me
feel. It doesn’t make me feel good.”

“
It gets you
off.”

“
So does my hand. I’m not
talking about physical sensation, Kelsey. I’m not numb. My body
feels. It’s the rest of me that’s usually cold.”

“
Right.” Her cheeks heated,
and she covered her face. “I’m used to thinking of my effect on
people in terms of sex, that’s all.”

Cain tugged her hand away and tilted her
head back, forcing her to meet his dark, serious eyes. “I could
come here for sex every night if that was all I wanted. Your voice
counteracts my magic, but you and all of your odd, charming
contradictions? That’s what intrigues me.”

The tense, cold knot in the
pit of her stomach began to unravel. “You
can’t
fuck me all the time. I have a
job, you know. My patients will miss me.”

“
Patients?” His so-serious
face melted into a frown. “You’re a doctor?”

“
A veterinarian.” Kelsey
laughed and touched one corner of his mouth. “Turns out, animals
don’t care if you’re a Siren.”

He blinked before laughing. “No, I imagine
they wouldn’t.”

“
I have to deal with people
too, of course. But the charm I told you about draws its power
from
my
energy. It
has to, or it’d burn out too quickly. So too much or too fast...”
There was no way she could describe the exhaustion.

Cain pulled her to his chest. “You don’t
need it with me.”

No, with him she could be herself, and she
didn’t have to worry about losing control of the situation. She had
no control already, and nothing terrible had happened. To him,
nothing could. And if that had been the extent of her attraction to
him, she would have walked away. It wouldn’t be fair to him, same
as if he’d only been interested in the magical effects of her
voice.

But something more drew her
to him—his sensitivity, his intensity, the flashes of humor under
his grave façade. So Kelsey stretched out and nestled her head on
his shoulder. “One rule. I’m
not
going to your company Christmas party.”

He laughed, his chest rumbling under her
hand, and he sounded anything but frozen. “Deal.”

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