Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Andrew didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he could. Visions of Rebecca overlaid the woman approaching him, combining into one and ratcheting his testosterone level to the moon. His attention dropped to her feet clad in three-inch navy stilettos. His heart rate climbed with his gaze as his focus glided up her bare legs, skipped over her black skirt, continued to her full breasts, and finally settled on her eyes.

Desire turned their mocha color to dark chocolate. Clear intentions and heated promises swirled in the depths of her gaze. A bead of sweat broke out on his chest, trickled down his torso, and collected at the waistband of his jeans. His cock strained against his zipper, the engorged head pressing insistently at the denim as if attempting to break through the barrier.

“I finished that off quick for a reason. I didn’t want to waste such a fine brandy. However, I did want my hands free.” Her voice had dropped to a whispering purr as she invaded his personal space. Her hardened nipples jutted through the material of her bra and blouse to poke at his chest with each even breath she took. “What do you say we table our secret confessions until sometime tomorrow and enjoy what’s left of tonight together?”

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Chrystal’s heart hammered against her breastbone as she dared to touch Andrew. She lifted a finger, traced the line of his jaw with her fingernail, and watched as an inferno lit in his eyes, outlining the hazel with a thin ring of gold.

The sight should have sent fear racing through her. She knew the signs even if she didn’t possess the ability to sense them. She had already begun to believe he was more than mere human. The presence of that golden ring in his gaze proved her right. Doing the horizontal mambo with Andrew would mean more than having sex with a man. She would be giving herself to a lycan, playing with a beast she had to trust to maintain his control.

We need him, Chrysie.

She heard her father’s words once more, the plea that had been in his voice, and knew them to be only a memory. Her father didn’t possess the power to speak in her mind, not when they were face-to-face and certainly not from several states away. She had held onto those words, filed them away in her memory, and had been using them to keep herself on track since the moment she’d stepped off the plane in the Florida Keys.

Yes, father. I know, she thought even though her father wouldn’t hear her. They needed Andrew more than a way to help save their business. If they had any hope at all of rescuing her cousin, they would need Andrew to do it. She was even more confident of that now that her suspicions were being confirmed.

But I need him for something more right now. I need him for me.

She trailed her fingernail beneath Andrew’s bottom lip, then down his chin. He swallowed hard and his Adam’s apple bobbed, his chin lifting slightly as her fingernail followed the line of his throat to the collar of his button-down shirt.

“You haven’t answered,” she prompted. Her nail disappeared beneath the first button and she worked it free with her thumb. Brazenness came rather easily for her. When she saw something she wanted, she went after it with everything she had. She’d known immediately she wanted Andrew. How desperately, how quickly, and how powerfully that desire had built and had given her pause, especially at Club Lust tonight, but not anymore. “Should I take your silence as a no?”

He stared down at her unblinking, unmoving, his expression unreadable. Then, his hands closed on her hips and he yanked her hard against his body, surprising a gasp from her throat. “You’re not drunk.”

Chrystal wasn’t sure if he was asking or telling her, but the gruffness in his tone combined with the sensations of being held so tightly against his solid body stole her ability to speak. She shook her head. No.

His face inched closer to hers, his gaze searching hers. “Not on alcohol or anything else.”

Again, his words sounded more like a statement than a question, almost as if he were convincing himself she was operating with a clear head and not under any sort of drug. She started to ask what he thought that “anything else” might be, but deemed the answer to be part of the secret-sharing conversation she’d suggested they table until tomorrow.

She shook her head a second time, feeling the air thicken around them, her body heating inside and out. Juices gathered along her feminine lips. Her clit pulsed as need mounted into a throbbing pressure in her channel.

“Then you should know what you’re doing.” His breath moved hot and seductive over her lips, seeping through her skin to caress every erogenous spot in her body.

She caught the warning in his tone a nanosecond before he kissed her. She saw it coming, but was too mesmerized by his eyes, the golden swirl blending with the hazel, to fully register it until his mouth captured hers.

She’d fantasized about kissing Andrew for days, barely containing herself from giving into the temptation to instigate a scene very similar to this. Reality, however, proved far different than any kiss she had conjured. He crushed his mouth to hers, pushing his tongue between her slightly parted lips and instantly taking control.

The fingers of his right hand tightened on her hip as he slid his left arm around her waist. He flattened that hand on the small of her back and pulled her more firmly against him, angling his head to take the kiss deeper.

Kiss? No, he didn’t just kiss her. He inhaled her, consumed her, took full possession of her through her mouth, and she let him. Pressed against his body, feeling every rigid muscle and hard plane, feeling the heat and energy pumping off him to seep into her even through their clothes, she couldn’t think to stop him. Not that she would have. Hell, no. She wanted this. She wanted more.

Her hand was caught between them, her finger trapped beneath the second button of his shirt and their bodies. She wound her free arm around his neck, fisted the back of his hair in her hand, and managed to work the next button free despite her finger’s entrapment. If that wasn’t a signal that she knew precisely what she was doing, she didn’t know what would be.

Andrew used his hold on her waist and hip to spin them both around, backing her against the window as his tongue did wondrous things to her mouth. It tangled with hers, dragged along her palate, swept over the back of her teeth, and dove back in for more.

She tasted the sweet remnants of the brandy, the innate flavor of man, and power. It made her lightheaded, weak, turned every muscle in her body to jelly, and she melted in his embrace. A quiet moan left her throat, encouraging him and pleading with him for more.

He gave it to her, sliding the hand on her hip up her back to bury it in her hair. He turned that hand over, fisted it, and yanked her head back as he ravaged her mouth.

Her trapped hand found a little more space to move and she continued her work on the buttons of his shirt, releasing them more rapidly than she had the first two until she reached the barrier of his jeans. She let go of his hair, pushed her other hand between their bodies, and gathered his shirt in both fists, pulling it from the denim. Three more buttons and she found the liberty to push the plackets aside.

She flattened her hands on his chest, another, more surprised moan escaping her throat as sensations zinged up her arms at the skin-to-skin contact. Enjoying it, finding the ability to ride the wave of power rather than fear it, she dragged her hands up, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and pulling it down until it caught on his wrists.

He briefly released his hold on her and she heard the faint sound of buttons hitting the hardwood floor. No doubt those had been the ones securing the cuffs around his wrists. His hands didn’t immediately return to her body, but splayed on the window on either side of her head as he wrenched his mouth from hers as vigorously as he’d captured it.

Chrystal let her eyes flutter open and, for a half a heartbeat, suddenly felt as if she weren’t caged between his body and the window. She’d never before had an out-of-body experience, but she swore that split second of her life had to be one. Though a part of her still felt Andrew, she got the sense of standing mere feet away, watching as he pinned a very beautiful, oddly primitive auburn-haired woman to the window. The woman was gazing at Andrew with sheer love in her eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re already having second thoughts.”

Chrystal blinked and she was back to feeling everything against her body, the coolness of the glass at her back, the solid wall of Andrew’s body against her front, and his forearms lightly grazing the sides of her head as he continued to cage her against the window.

She swallowed, shook her head, and expelled a breathless half laugh. “Not a chance. I—I don’t know what just happened, but I assure you a second thought was not what crossed my mind.”

A faint smile tilted his lips, but a flash of something else moved through his handsome face. He knew, or at least she suspected he did. Whatever these visions were that she had suddenly started having back at Club Lust were somehow connected to him, to Michael, and the intense power that surged every time they touched.

He dipped his head, grazing his teeth over her cheek and jaw.

Chrystal shivered, remembering for the first time since he’d started kissing her just how close she was likely walking on the edge of danger. Trust. She knew she wasn’t wrong. He was a lycan and it all boiled down to trust.

“Good.” He breathed into her ear and then sucked her lobe between his teeth, gently biting then swiping the tip of his tongue over the mark.

She did trust him. She knew she could. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in her body, mind, or heart about that.

He licked his way down her neck, his hand returning to frame her hip, then climbing her side in a sensual rise that made her writhe between his body and the window. He arched his lower body into hers and she felt his cock, impossibly hard and deliciously ready, through the material of his jeans and her skirt.

She wound her arms around his broad shoulders, her hands flattening on the warm, naked flesh of his back. She wanted to touch more of him, wanted to taste him, but it was his mouth that explored and his hands that roamed her body. He pushed his leg between hers, lifted his knee, and her skirt rode up as he pressed his thigh firmly to her aching pussy. Her nails dug into his back as her body instinctively kicked into a bump and grind with his thigh.

He made a sound that was half moan and half growl, half man and half beast, as he lifted his leg higher, pressing into her sex as she gyrated against it. Both of his hands were on her now, grazing up and down her sides, sliding over her hips. One moved between her body and the window to cup her ass while the other climbed back up, pushing between their bodies to cover her breast.

“Damn.” He buried his face in her hair. His warm breaths were ragged against her neck, precisely matching the uneven beat of hers. “I knew this would happen.”

Chrystal used the moment to gather her senses, resting her head against the window behind her. She gazed at the ceiling as she softly caressed his shoulders and simply enjoyed being with him again.

Again?
The wheels in her mind screeched to a halt on that thought. How could it be again? She’d never been this way with Andrew before. Yet, deep inside her soul, she felt as though she had a very long time ago.

Though his hands remained on her body, they stilled in their exploration. Even his knee lowered. The absence of that lovely pressure to her core struck her in a violent instant. She wanted it back, wanted it to finish what it started. Lord of Orgasms, she’d been just about to reach one from a dry hump against a window!

She took a steadying breath and licked her lips, tasting him all over them. “You knew what would happen?”

“I knew once I got my hands on you, it wouldn’t be enough.” He lifted his head and the heat in his eyes burned her to the soles of her feet. “I knew I would have trouble controlling my…self.”

Chrystal knew what that slight hesitation meant. He knew he would have trouble controlling his beast. If he shifted on her, she wouldn’t stand a chance. Her powers were no match for a lycan. Her only hope would be to shift herself, to camouflage, blend into her surroundings, and run like hell.

“You seem to be doing a good job of it so far.” She might be walking on the edge, but there was no way in hell she was going to back away from it. She skimmed her palms down his biceps, dropped her hands to his sides, and danced her fingers down his torso to the waistband of his jeans.

Locking her gaze with his, feeling herself fall deeper still under a spell she knew had nothing to do with lycan power, she worked the button of his jeans free, gripped the tab of the zipper, and pulled it down.

“Damn, you’re going to test me, aren’t you?” Even as he growled the words, his hands started to move. He pulled the hem of her blouse from her skirt, the backs of his fingers skimming her flesh as he drew her shirt up.

Chrystal let go of his jeans, lifting her arms above her head to give him the freedom to rid her of her blouse. A slight chill in the air brought goose pimples to each inch of her flesh he exposed, and she quivered. He guided her shirt up over her breasts, her chin, and finally her eyes.

Andrew stopped there, using her blouse as a makeshift blindfold, the sleeves pinning her arms on either side of her head. “So fucking beautiful.” The warmth of his breath fanned her flesh, turning the chill from before to a steaming desire as he licked her throat, nipped her collarbone, then traced the line of her bra with the tip of his tongue.

“Andrew.” His name left her on a breathy sigh as she felt him release her blouse with one hand in favor of unhooking the clasp of her bra between her breasts.