Hunted by Darkness (Darkness #4) (19 page)

He knew he should hold off, but after he’d told her to make a decision, he wanted an answer. Too soon? Probably.
Yes
. But he apparently had no freaking control where she was concerned.

When he reached the door to her room, he stopped, took a deep breath.
Control
. He could show some. He just wanted to tell her goodnight. That was it.

He knocked softly once. Then again a little louder when she didn’t answer. “Nyx?” Feeling a little like a stalker but not really caring he opened the door. Only because he was concerned. Something could have happened to her in the shower.

He snorted at himself. He couldn’t even come up with believable lies to tell himself. Frowning, he looked around the empty room. Her bed hadn’t been touched either and the light was off in the attached bathroom.

In full-on stalker mode, he headed to Ian’s room. She wasn’t there. Feeling a little guilty, but not enough to stop, he knocked on Liberty’s door.

“Come in,” a soft female voice called out.

He half-opened the door to find Liberty sitting up against a stack of pillow with one of his books opened against her lap and Rory at the foot of the bed in wolf form. The male lifted his head, made a snuffling sound before putting his massive head back on his paws. Damn, he’d never seen a wolf shifter so big.

Since Bo didn’t want to come across as a stalker to them, he said, “Just checking on you, making sure you have everything you need.”

“I’m great, thank you again. And listen, as soon as I can I’ll pay you back for—”

“No. I don’t want or need your money.” He knew he sounded rude, but he needed to find Nyx.

She frowned at him, gave him a look that said this conversation wasn’t over. It was for him but it was good to see a spark of determination in her gaze. “Well, thank you.”

“You guys seen Nyx?” He tried to sound casual, but was pretty sure he failed.

When they both said no, he backed out and searched his entire fucking house. Nyx wasn’t anywhere.

Full blown panic surged through him as he reached his bedroom door. Fuck this. He didn’t care what he’d said about giving her time. He hadn’t meant he wanted her to leave. His demon clawed at him, telling him to find her, bring her back where she belonged. What if her mother had grabbed her? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that a goddess had gotten into his house undetected. That was pretty much the only type of being who could infiltrate his home without his permission.

He slung open his bedroom door, ready to grab his phone and start calling everyone who might know where Nyx was—and stopped dead in his tracks.

Nyx was on his bed with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her arms and what he could see of her chest were totally bare. One of the smaller lamps was on, the soft glow illuminating her perfectly.

She looked good in his bed. Perfect there. Just like that, he was hard.

Her midnight black hair was down, slightly damp as if she’d just taken a shower and her ocean blue eyes were as clear as he’d ever seen them. “I made my decision.” Though her voice shook a fraction, he could see the truth in her gaze.

She wanted him and knew what it meant for him. This wasn’t casual.

Without looking, he kicked the door shut behind him. If anyone tried to bother them, he’d probably destroy them. “Are you naked?” he rasped out.

Swallowing hard, she nodded.

“Drop the covers.” He needed to see her more than he needed his next breath. His whole body practically vibrated with a desperate hunger.

Her fingers tightened on the cover once before she dropped it. He’d tasted her sweet pussy, had seen her mostly naked in the other realm but this was different. She was like an offering to him.

One he’d gladly take, devour, pleasure until she was sated and begging him to stop. “Lay back,” he ordered, needing a semblance of control.

Nyx was completely naked, her pink nipples tight little buds and the sleek lines of her toned body absolute perfection. He’d never been more aroused. The urge to take her roughly was a primitive thing, but he shoved it back.

He needed her to come. More than once. It was her first time and even though he might not know anything about virgins, he knew that much. Which meant his clothes were staying on until that happened, because if he felt her bare breasts against his chest, or any other part of her against him, he’d lose it.

In the lagoon it had been hard enough to keep control when she’d been wrapped around him. Now there was nothing stopping them.

She stretched out on his bed, shoving at the covers with her feet so she was completely bared to him.

A low growl built in his throat. He stalked to the bed, climbed up it and covered her with his body. God, she felt good underneath him. Like the heaven he knew he’d never make it to. She was the only heaven he’d ever experience, and he had to savor it while he was still alive. What she’d said back in the Hell realm about him making her climax before they’d even kissed properly had bothered him. Yeah he’d kissed her before she’d gone into that camp but that was different. He’d been terrified he’d lose her.

Now he would take things slow, do this right. When she arched her back upward, wrapping her arms and legs around him, his control slipped faster than he’d expected.

He cradled her head in his palm before crushing his mouth to hers, taking everything she had to offer. She tasted sweet, perfect. Like
his
. Her tongue flicked against his and her fingers dug into his back with an urgency he felt all the way to his bones. He nipped at her bottom lip, tugged it between his teeth.

She moaned against him, the sound making his cock press insistently against his pants. Too fucking bad for him. This was all about her right now. She had to come before he got inside her.

He moved to her jaw, feathered kisses against the delicate line. “I’m gonna make you come against my mouth again.” He nipped at her earlobe.

“I can live with that,” she murmured, her voice breathy, teasing as her fingers trailed over his back.

Something inside him eased at her tone. This wasn’t a race and she wasn’t going anywhere, despite what the voice in his head said. His demon half wanted to lock her down, fuck for hours, completely claim her, but he could do this slow.

He smiled against the column of her neck, inhaled her sweet sunshine and roses scent.

Slow. Control.

He repeated the two words over in his head. He had this.

As he made his way down her tight body, he shuddered when he reached her breasts. Full, a little more than a handful, she had the most perfect pale pink nipples. He cupped them, staring down at her. None of his past experiences had had a sliver of the meaning this did.

“You’re fucking mine,” he growled before sucking one ripe bud into his mouth. He hoped she really understood that too. That she was his in every sense of the word. And vice versa. The female completely owned him. Until the day he died, he would be hers.

“Bo.” She arched into him on a gasp, running her fingers through his short hair, digging into his scalp.

He savored the bite of pain, his dick pulsing even harder with the need to bury himself deep inside her. Nyx completely destroyed him. She made him want to be a better male, the type of male she’d be proud to call her own.

As he flicked his tongue over one of her tight buds, he memorized the way she reacted, the little sounds she made when he gently pressed his teeth against her nipple.

“That’s good,” she moaned, things around his room starting to rumble.

They were just getting started. He loved how reactive she was. He was vaguely aware of the sound of breaking glass, but ignored it. Until she stiffened under him. Hell no. “I don’t care about it,” he said against her skin, moving to her other breast. “Break the whole damn house.”

God, he really did want to devour this female, lick and taste every sweet inch she had to offer.

The rumbling started again, making him smile against her other nipple. He needed her to let go, to trust him to take care of her. He pressed down with his teeth, tugged gently. She sucked in a breath and when he felt between her legs, barely stroked a finger through her folds, he shuddered.

She was soaked. And it was all for him. He slid a finger fully into her and she bucked against his hand. The female was so tight it shredded his control.

Almost.

Continuing a path of kisses down her stomach, he pulled his finger out, slid it in again.

“Bo.” She moaned his name, rolling her hips in a way that made him want to throw his control out the window.

He moved lower, lower and sucked on her clit instead of teasing her. She jerked against him, her inner walls tightening around his finger. Oh, she liked that.

With his tongue he flicked and teased her sensitive bundle of nerves as he added another finger into her tight body.

Her fingers dug into his head again as she made the sweetest moaning sounds. She was already close, he could feel it with each stroke. And with each stroke he got even harder, something he hadn’t thought possible. All he could imagine was her tight sheath wrapped around his cock instead and it was driving him to the brink of control.

“Oh…” She started rolling her hips faster so he increased the thrusting of his fingers and the pressure of his tongue.

Her inner walls contracted faster and faster until he felt the rush of her climax, her sweet release coating his fingers. He wasn’t going to wait, guessed it would be better for her if he slid inside her while she was in the aftermath of her orgasm. And yeah, he needed to be inside her.

Moving faster than he’d even thought possible he stripped off his pants and T-shirt before he settled on top of her again.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she looked up at him. “That was amazing, but I want more.” Her fingers trailed up his chest.

His cock lay heavy between them and even though he wanted nothing more than to push into her… “Do you need protection?” He realized he had no idea. Most supernatural beings didn’t need to worry about condoms. They didn’t have diseases and for shifters, at least females, they could only get pregnant a couple times a year. But Nyx was different.

The ghost of a smile teased her lips. “I’m good.”

That was all he needed to know. Leaning down, he took her mouth again, this time softer, slower, with a marginal amount of control.

Surprising him, she reached between them, wrapped her fingers around his pulsing cock. Good, he wanted her to get used to the feel of him, know what to expect. As far as he was concerned, his cock was hers now.

He moaned into her mouth, slid his hand through the curtain of her hair, cupping the back of her head tight.

She lifted her hips and even though he didn’t need the help, he let her guide him to her sweet, sweet entrance. When he pushed inside her he knew without a doubt that everything he’d experienced before paled in comparison to Nyx. Keeping his gaze pinned to hers, he went slowly, taking care with her until he was buried to the hilt. Not even his demon half was impatient now as he ordered him to do this right. Because fucking up with Nyx wasn’t an option. Her inner walls were slick and oh-so-tight. He’d never felt anything more perfect.

Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated and pure pleasure played across her face as she looked at him. In the past fucking had been just that. Now…watching her as he was completely buried inside her felt more intimate than anything he’d done.

“Move,” she whispered. “I need more.”

Propping up on his elbows, he pulled his hips back so that his cock barely breached her folds. No way could he pull out completely though. He simply wouldn’t. Now that he’d had a taste, he didn’t want to stop.

He pushed back in, growled when she arched into his thrust. The expression on her face was pure bliss. When he realized he wasn’t remotely hurting her, he increased his pace, moving in and out of her with a near frenetic rhythm. His balls were pulled up tight, the need to come clawing at him.

When she buried her face against his neck, groaning as she came again, he finally let go. Her inner walls rippled around him as another climax overtook her. Aaaand, that was it. He wasn’t holding back any longer. Not now. Joining her, he raked his teeth against her neck, teasing her soft, delicate skin. Just like shifters, his kind marked their mates.

But he held back. Barely.

He needed to ask first and not when he was buried balls deep inside her. Soon though, if she’d let him. He wanted to pierce her skin with his teeth, to let every supernatural being know she was taken. That she was his.

Groaning, he held her hips tight as he emptied himself inside her. He didn’t think he’d ever come this hard. It had barely taken off the edge. The need for Nyx, for this female, was near obsession level. Or maybe he’d gone past that a month ago. Though he could go a few more rounds, he slowed and pulled back to look at her.

Smiling, she smoothed her fingers over his chest and watched him with bright, blue eyes.

“Did I hurt you?”

She snorted, the indelicate sound easing the tension in his chest. “Not possible. That was amazing. We should have been doing that a month ago.”

Grinning, he skated his mouth over hers. “Then I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time,” he murmured.