Kissed by a Dark Prince (Volume 1) (21 page)

Olivia leaned over and swept her lips across the markings that curled around his left pectoral, eliciting another husky moan from his throat. She kissed downwards, worshipping every inch of him in a way no woman had before her.

Her lips brushed the string of symbols that curved over his hip but the feel of the caress was lost on him, his focus elsewhere. Her breasts were against his erection, resting either side of it. All he had to do was thrust. He couldn’t help himself. He ground his hips, rubbing himself between her breasts. Olivia smiled wickedly, a look that plainly told him that she was going there soon, and nothing would stop her.

She teased him by lazily sweeping her fingers over the marks on his hip. “Do all elves have these?”

Loren growled at her, his fangs punching long from his gums, and his ears flattening against the sides of his head. She dared speak of other males when they were like this?

He had her on her back before she could even gasp and caged her beneath him, grinding his cock against her and clutching her wrists above her head on the pillows. She moaned and arched into him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

He growled again, dipped his head, and kissed them, sucking her right nipple into his mouth and rolling the bud with his tongue. His fangs scraped her sensitive flesh and she shuddered beneath him, a darker moan escaping her. Loren tried to ignore the hunger it sparked within him. Her pleasure wasn’t permission to bite her.

Loren shifted aside and cupped her mound with his right hand, keeping his left against her wrists. He stroked her through the damp satin until she tipped her head back, frowned and worked her body against his.

“More,” she uttered and he gave it to her.

He slipped his hand into her underwear and into her plush petals. So wet. She wanted him fiercely. His female needed him.

She moaned and rocked her hips, riding his fingers, rubbing her pert nub against them. He shoved her knickers down enough that he could reach lower and groaned as he probed her entrance. Her wet heat lured him and he couldn’t deny his need to know the feel of her. He eased a finger into her sheath and she bucked wildly, her harsh moan loud in the room and dripping with pleasure. Her body clenched his, drawing his finger in deeper.

Loren growled.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

He withdrew and she moaned, her eyes opening, and then stilled when she saw him sit back. Her eyes darkened and she shifted on the bed, calling to him like a temptress. He yanked her underwear off, covered her body with his and reclaimed her mouth with a passionate kiss that had her rocking against him in an instant.

Loren leaned on his left elbow and gripped his cock in his right hand. He teased her with it, rubbing the soft head up and down, from her sheath to her nub. Her face screwed up and she clutched his biceps again.

“Loren, please,” she murmured and he gave her what she needed.

He nudged the head of his cock inside her, raised her hips off the bed with one hand and eased into her. Her body gloved his, tight and hot and wet, and he groaned as he inched in, savouring their first connection.

Olivia moaned, her fingers tightening against his arms, her face a picture of bliss as he joined them.

The bond between them deepened, entwining their bodies and souls, threatening to undo him before he had even thrust into her once. He had never felt anything like it. Every inch of him was on fire, burning at a thousand degrees. He withdrew and plunged back into her, letting her feel every inch of him, stroking her slowly and deeply. Pleasure so intense that it blinded him sparked along every nerve in his body, rippling in waves with each measured thrust he made.

Olivia grabbed him around the back of his head and dragged him down to her, kissing him hard. Her teeth clashed with his, her breathy moans drawing out his own. She gasped and moaned with each thrust of his cock into her body, quivering beneath him, her thighs trembling against his. Their hearts raced in unison, the rapid beat of Olivia’s driving his, making his head spin.

“God,” she uttered and he cursed too, the mind-blowing pleasure of being with his female, his Olivia, far more incredible and consuming than he had ever imagined it would be.

He could feel all of her as if they were one. The ecstasy that flowed in his veins also flowed in hers. The bliss that sent him rocketing towards his climax pushed her ever upwards towards hers too. It ruled them both, filling them with pleasure they would never find with another, and Loren knew he was ruined.

He belonged to Olivia now.

“Loren,” she whispered against his lips, the sound of her sweet voice filling his mind, adding to his bliss.

He clutched her hip and drove into her, as deep as she would take him, determined to satisfy her before he found his own release. His female needed release. He could sense it in her, a dark consuming need that bordered on painful to her. He wanted to give her pleasure. He wanted Olivia to belong to him too.

His ki’ara.

He thought it as he rocked into her, giving her the pleasure she needed. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her feet pressing into his backside, guiding his thrusts as she had in his dreams, roughening them. He obeyed his sweet female, pumping her harder but withholding much of the strength he was still capable of, afraid that he would harm her in his quest to please her. The incomplete bond weakened him, but he was still far stronger than a human male, capable of breaking her if he wasn’t careful.

She moaned and held on to him, her nails digging into his flesh, her lips clashing with his. He broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads and noses together, and breathed with her, his heart thundering against his chest.

“Loren.” She breathed his name so sweetly, a command that he would forever obey. She was close, her body gripping his with each thrust he made, flexing around him as she sought her climax.

He drove harder, plunging deeper, tearing moans from her with each thrust. Her feet pressed him downwards each time, forcing him back inside.

She pressed her forehead to his, dug her fingers into his arms and gasped.

Olivia arched into him, her hot sheath clenching his shaft as he thrust into her, and cried out her climax. Her body throbbed around his, milking him and drawing him deeper. Her ecstasy flooded the link between them, swirling through him, pushing him over the edge.

Loren shattered a heartbeat later, jerking into her and spilling his seed in hot jets of pleasure that robbed him of his breath and had him quivering all over, every cell in his body claimed by a warm haze of bliss.

They breathed together, locked in each other’s arms, linked by their bond.

Olivia’s heart pounded against his chest as he lay on top of her, struggling to catch his breath. Her hands trembled against his arms, her body still quivering from her release. His was too. He didn’t even have the strength to roll off her. His muscles were liquid, his bones like rubber.

“That was...” Olivia whispered, her breath skating over his face. “I think someone needs to invent a new word for what that was because they all seem quite inadequate.”

Loren smiled and relaxed, bracing his weight on his elbows so he didn’t crush her. His female had enjoyed it. He had given her pleasure and had satisfied her needs.

He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose and then drew back and looked down at her. Crimson touched her cheeks.

“Is it always like that for you?” She looked beautifully awkward about asking that.

Loren shook his head. “Never.”

“A bond thing?” A trace of wariness entered her eyes now.

He nodded.

She frowned. “What am I missing here? You knew how good this would be... did you want to make me see what I’ll be missing when you break the bond?”

“No.” Loren withdrew from her but kept her caged beneath him. Her frown hardened. He stroked her cheek and looked deep into her eyes, his expression resolute and serious. “I have no intention of breaking this bond, Olivia.”

She stiffened beneath him. “You dare.”

He shook his head. “I will not force it upon you... but I will not let you go so easily. I cannot, Olivia. I will fight to make you see that we were meant for each other. We were born to be together. I will fight until I hold your heart in my hands, and I can only hope you will be gentle with the heart you now hold in yours.”

S
leeping with Loren had been a huge mistake. A monumental one. The sex had been fantastic, mind-blowing, but then he had changed the game. He had turned what should have been purely about scratching an itch into something that she couldn’t think about without wanting to scream.

How dare he say those things to her with such an earnest look in his beautiful purple eyes?

She held his heart? He wanted to win her? What the hell was she meant to say in response to that?

Her guard had been down and he had taken full advantage of it, ruining her resolve to keep her distance from him. She had foolishly kissed his cheek and her fight against the attraction she felt towards him had crumbled, leaving her vulnerable and stupid enough to act on her desires.

She had done her best to avoid him over the past two days. She had hidden out in a few meetings, some of which she had arranged to fill the gaps between the official ones on her schedule, but avoiding Loren had proved impossible. Whenever he came across her, he tried to speak to her, and she couldn’t take it. She remembered what had happened the last time she had let a demon into her heart.

He had destroyed her world.

She couldn’t let that happen again. Her bond with Loren had already done enough damage, destroying the lives of many of Archangel’s staff, and she had to break it. Unless she broke the bond, Vail would be coming after her and he would end up hurting the people she knew again. She couldn’t live with herself as it was.

A demon had duped her and Archangel had paid for it in blood.

Now a fae prince had forced a bond on her and Archangel had again paid in blood.

She might hold Loren’s heart, but she could never give him hers. She hadn’t asked for this and she couldn’t deal with it either. She had to protect her heart from him. She couldn’t fall for him. She couldn’t give in to her desire.

Olivia stared through the microscope at the slide, but it was out of focus, and she didn’t care. She kept staring at the fuzzy image of her blood, afraid to move because Loren had found her again. He had been standing just metres from her for the past five or possibly ten minutes, staring at her, waiting for her to come out of hiding.

“Olivia,” he husked and a shiver tumbled down her spine, the lush baritone of his voice heating her bones. “I know you are not working. You have been avoiding me. You refuse to speak with me... why?”

He damned well knew why. He had shaken her when he had told her that she already had his heart. Another demon had said such pretty things to her once and it had all been a lie. She couldn’t trust that Loren spoke the truth. She couldn’t go through that pain again.

She pushed away from the white desk, turning on the stool at the same time, and hopped down. She hurried for the door.

Loren blocked her path, forming a wall of black.

Olivia tried to go around him but he was there wherever she went, getting in her way, sparking her anger and then stoking it. She kept trying to get around him, edging closer to the glass doors, convinced that if she just kept her head down, she could avoid the confrontation she could feel coming.

“Olivia,” he whispered, an edge of pain in his voice now, cutting her deeply and making her want to lift her head and look at him.

She didn’t want to hurt him, but she didn’t want to be hurt either.

Couldn’t he see that?

She couldn’t stand it anymore. She ducked past him and raced for the door. He was there before she could reach it, his eyes bright purple and his ears pointed. His fangs showed between his lips when he snarled a dark oath in his own language.

He grabbed her arms, his bare hands cool against her overheating flesh, and refused to let her go when she wriggled.

Olivia felt his frustration mounting, the bond between them relaying his emotions clearer than ever. It was growing stronger. It wasn’t fading at all.

“Olivia, tell me why you are avoiding me.” He held her firm and she glanced up at him, her fight leaving her when she saw the hurt in his striking eyes.

She wanted to hold him whenever he looked at her like that, a wounded male, still too damned beautiful for his own good. He wanted to fight for her. He wanted her heart. He was both warrior and prince as he stood before her, dressed in tight black trousers, leather boots, and a long jacket similar to the one he had been wearing the night they had met.

A dangerous aura surrounded him, warning her not to test him because he was already at his limit. He needed her. She had wanted him to fight for her, hadn’t she? Now she was running scared because it felt as though he had gone to war on her defences and she was destined to lose her heart to him.

“Your brother is not the reason,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing with the frown that married his black eyebrows. “Sable said I would understand your behaviour towards me if I understood your past... but how am I to understand it if you will not let me in and tell me what happened to you?”

Sable? That matchmaking little... Olivia checked herself. Sable probably meant well, and she did know all about what had happened to Olivia, and had clearly recognised it was the reason she was afraid of Loren and their bond, and the feelings he awoke in her.

Loren eased his grip on her arms and lowered his left hand to her right forearm. He stared down at it, a glimmer of concern and hurt in his eyes. She looked there too and noticed that he had removed the bandage from his left hand, and that his fingers looked healed now. She couldn’t feel any pain in them. It was strange how she had grown used to the bond and how it linked them, and had learned how to deepen the connection and use it to discern things about Loren.

Like the fact his heart was racing, spreading hurt through him that began to feel a lot like hopelessness. Was he giving up on her?