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Authors: Lauren Dane

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BOOK: Mesmerized
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Swallowing hard, she reached and lowered his zipper, one snick at a time. The sound snagged her consciousness, drawing her deeper into his spell.
As if moving through warm honey, she reached into his pants and drew out his cock. Beautiful, like the rest of him. Feral. Just then so hard he’d have tapped his belly with it if it weren’t in her hand, angling for her to take a taste.
And she did. Dark. Spicy. Salty and utterly male. Breathing deep, she let herself fall into the spell. Licking over and around the head, she moved down little by little with each swipe of her tongue.
His taste filled her, need itched along her skin, she wanted to drown in him. His hands slid over her shoulders, the tips of his fingers brushing against her neck and then down her back to either side of her spine.
When he dug his fingertips into the muscle there, she groaned around the cock in her mouth, and he moaned in response.
Those massaging fingertips dug in deeper, urging her closer. She gave in, taking him deeper, needing more, needing to give him all she had, all she was.
“
Piper . . .
”
The whispered sound of her name on his lips drove her mad with desire. To know
she
drove him to that sort of pleasure, that sort of desire and abandon, made her feel invincible. Beautiful and magical.
Andrei made that happen, made her feel as if no other woman in all of creation was for him. But her. Only her and always her.
To watch him better, she tipped her head back and looked up at him. Watching the way his eyes went hooded, the light in his eyes, the avarice in his gaze when he took her in, it swirled around her, snaring her in the power of their chemistry.
“Mmm, yes, look at me, Piper. Give your gaze to me. So fucking beautiful and all mine. Like a dream.”
When he did that dirty talking muttered snarl thing he did, she’d let him do anything to her, she’d do anything for him. There was something so intimate about it. And to add the flattery at the end?
A shiver went through her at that sort of power, at the power of what they were together.
She licked down the shaft, dipping to lick over his balls as her fingertips played against the sensitive spot right behind.
He tried to spread his legs, but they were still in his pants. He arched toward her, and she took him back into her mouth over and over, loving his taste and scent.
She was wet, her clit swollen and sensitive as she rolled her own hips to get some sensation.
“Enough,” he said softly, pulling her up to her feet. “Bed. Naked. On your back.” She got three shaky steps away, and then he added, “For now.”
She nearly stumbled but managed to cover it up. Or he let her pretend anyway.
With shaking hands, she pulled her clothing free of her body and got on the bed to wait. Her naked skin raised and pebbled from the cool air and anticipation. Even the air in the room seemed too much stimuli.
It was something she’d done with him before. Sometimes four times a day. And yet, each time with him was a new experience.
He walked in some minutes later. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while now. Since you first mentioned it as a joke.” He held up a piece of vivid purple material. “A scarf I saw at the Portal station and thought it would look even better over your eyes.”
No words.
He moved to her, sure of her response. Her nipples thrust out, hard, begging for his attention. He got up on the bed, straddling her body. “Last opportunity to slow things down.” He waited, and she shook her head, emphatic.
“Please, yes. More.”
He smiled, his gaze raking over her breasts. And the world went soft and purple when he leaned down and tied the scarf over her eyes.
Sensation leapt to her skin like a million new cells were created right at that instant.
“Do you have any idea what I see when I look at you?” he whispered against her ear. “You’re so beautiful. Your skin is like the afternoon sun on the grain fields. Bronze with a bit of gold. Kava with milk.”
A kiss on her neck, where it met her shoulder. She shivered.
“Your breasts make my mouth water.” The ghost of a touch across one nipple and then the other.
Deep inside the dark, soft place he’d bound her in there was only sensation. Only his hands on her skin, the hot brand of his mouth on the curve of her breast, the hollow at her hip, the nip of teeth, the brilliant shards of pleasure/pain as his short, square nails scored down her sides until she let out a shaky moan of entreaty.
“Do you need it?” His voice, a whisper against her skin.
“Yes.
Please.
”
“I can smell you. Your pussy calls to me.” He kissed down her belly, and she wondered if she’d burst into flames when he finally reached her cunt.
She didn’t.
He spread her thighs wide and settled in for a long lick, and she shuddered, jutting her hips forward, needing more.
And he gave it to her.
Two fingers in her pussy and another teasing her rear passage, he played against her clit until she nearly screamed.
Instead she managed to inarticulately beg for more.
He’d reduced her to whimpers and grunts, and she loved it. Wanted more.
“More,” she thought she said, but who knew, maybe it was only in her head.
Whatever it was, he responded with a dark chuckle and then a mouth sealed over her clit, suck and draw, suck and draw, over and over, until her thighs trembled and beads of sweat broke over her from want.
And then she was sucked beneath, no longer struggling for air, simply giving over to what he delivered.
Digging her heels into the mattress, she used it for leverage, pushing her cunt into his face with naked yearning.
He licked and sucked, eating her like he was starving. Eating her until she exploded all over his mouth and hands. Eating her as her nails dug into the blankets on the bed beneath her. All the while rubbing herself over his face as wave after wave of climax hit until she was senseless with it.
He kissed her mound. “Your taste lives in me, Piper.”
His words wrapped around her, caressing, squeezing. It was as if the blindfold had freed his tongue—literally and figuratively—setting her on fire.
And then he rolled her over, kissing a hot, wet line down her spine, his tongue swirling in the slight dip at each side when he reached her ass.
She smelled the lube right before she felt it, warm and slick down the crack of her ass. Drawing a shaky breath, she willed herself to relax as his thumbs massaged against her asshole, pressing just a bit more with each touch.
It was . . . new. Taboo. Dark and sticky. She’d been fucked in the ass three times. All the same man who had a big hard-on for it. She wasn’t overly impressed. Once he had gone, she’d never felt any compulsion to have a dick in there ever again.
But with Andrei things were different. He touched her like a man who knew every part of her body, knew how to excite and ready her for anything he wanted to deliver.
He drew her in with each brush, each caress, until she practically thrust herself at him, pressing herself back on his fingers. It was uncomfortable at first.
“Shh. Push against me as I press in. Finger your clit, get yourself wet and hot, and it’ll be better.”
She nearly lost her mind, mad to have more from him.
He stretched her. Slowly and carefully. There was no haste in him as he scissored his fingers, making way.
He slipped all the way in with his fingers. At first there was that burn, the sharp sting of unexpected penetration. And then it warmed as she made the effort to relax.
“You don’t know what it does to me to feel you relax. Knowing you’re ready for me to put my cock in your ass.”
Raw desire edged his words. Her nipples brushed the blankets beneath her as she thrust herself back at him. “In me. Andrei, please.”
“Please what?” He pulled her up so she was on her knees, her head down and her ass up.
There was no hesitation in her, no shame with him. Never. “Fuck me. Put your cock in my ass.”
He nipped her left cheek hard. Enough to make her gasp a breath, and then he was pushing in.
So patient was her Andrei. Pressing carefully but consistently, past the first ring of muscle. She blew out a breath. A cock was an entirely different feeling in one’s ass. Fingers couldn’t compare.
Trying to relax, she breathed through it, pushing out as he pushed in. But once he reached around and flicked a fingertip over her clit, she was just fine.
There was nothing but sensation. Overfull. Too much. She wrestled back her panic that it was too much. He petted her flanks, uttering soft sounds until she relaxed again.
With her eyes covered it was hard to gauge time. She let go and floated as he began to thrust in short, feral digs, all while his fingertips played through the folds of her cunt, keeping her hanging on the edge of climax.
His hands on her were covetous. Jealous and greedy. In his touch she was a goddess. The embodiment of sex and desire.
Not entirely unexpected, climax hit her as her pussy clenched, empty. He grunted and then snarled as he came, filling her as he said her name like a prayer.
And then she was on her side, his hands caressing, soothing.
“I’ll be right back.”
She felt his weight leave the bed and heard him pad through the main room and into the bathing suite, running water.
And then he was back with a wet cloth and cleaned her up with so much tenderness and care it made tears spring to her eyes.
Eyes he soon uncovered, and there he was when she opened them again.
“Only you.”
He smiled. “Always and forever.”
Chapter 17
 
“
O
perative Haws and I have decided Operative Roundtree’s ideas have merit. With the way things are going, we need to be sure not to leave any stone unturned. Therefore, two teams will head to Parron. You’ll arrive with the relief troops. Once there, you’re on your own. You have two days to find something. If not, get back to Mirage and keep looking.”
Andrei looked to Piper, and they both nodded.
“Transport leaving to Parron within the hour.” Vincenz looked up from the screen. “I’ve booked you both passage. Come back here before you leave for the portal, and I’ll have identification and papers for you.”
Piper hoped she was right as the transport shuddered to a halt in Parron’s massive Portal station. The wait wasn’t long, given that the only incoming transports were humanitarian, with food, medicine and other essential supplies. Their papers had identified them as geologists. Vincenz had said it would give them the opportunity to split off from the rest of the workers once they arrived, and he’d been right.
Outside the transport was utter devastation and chaos.
If the Imperialists had meant to destroy everything on the’Verse, why leave the Portal standing? It only made her more convinced when she noted how the damage had ended within a few clicks of the Portal itself.
Andrei guided her through all the checkpoints, his accent perfect as he identified them as geologists sent to take readings of the tremors near the equator. After the last one, they were on the ground, and crowds milled around. In the distance there was simply nothing. Smoke and rubble. The damage was simply too massive, too thorough for her brain to take in and make sense of.
Andrei took her hand, leading her to a tent with supplies for the workers. He grabbed two packs and some water before heading toward the gates leading away from the Portal.
It didn’t take very long. Once they’d left the gated area serving as the base camp for the relief effort, the area was pretty deserted.
“We’ll take this road”—Andrei highlighted it on his wrist comm—“and head north.”
A long walk.
“I wonder if we can commandeer a ride, just at least to that ridge”—she indicated the spot she meant on the comm screen—“and then we can hike the last part.” Without that ride, it would take them at least two days to get there. Even if they ran, it would take that long, and she had no idea how much damage there’d be in between.
“Stay here.” Andrei left her, jogging off, the crowd swallowing him again.
A few minutes later he popped up again. She thought of getting him some sort of bell or other noisemaker, because he was so quiet she didn’t even see him until he was right in front of her. She really needed to work on that, or she’d get killed.
“I’ve got a ride. Can you helo-jump?”
She blew out a long breath. She hated jumps. But there was nothing else to be done, she supposed. They had to use the tools available, the distance was too much to manage on foot in the time they had.

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