Shadow Alpha (14 page)

The tension instantly eased from his shoulders and he resumed walking up the path to the villa. “Haven’t you realized by now? I’m a man of action, not words.” He quirked a mocking brow.

“There is a god, after all!” Kat sighed contentedly.

She had a feeling that making love with Dair, this man of ‘action rather than words’, was going to totally ruin her for anyone else.

“Still okay?” Dair prompted gruffly once he had put Kat down onto her feet in the bathroom. “Last chance to change your mind, Kat,” he added dryly.

Her answer was to steadily hold his gaze with her own as she reached behind her and unfastened the top of her bikini before removing it completely.

Dair couldn’t repress the groan that rose in this throat; Kat had the most glorious breasts, and he wanted them in his hands, in his mouth.

No matter what Kat claimed to the contrary, Dair didn’t fool himself into believing that there would be no emotional repercussions from this. With the women he’d been with in the past it had all just been about sex, pure and simple. Well…maybe not so pure. Kat was already different than those other women he had fucked because the two of them had a history, not exactly together, but a history nonetheless.

Did he care?

With Kat standing in front of him wearing only the bottom half of her bikini, and that sultry invitation in her eyes?

Hell no!

Kat’s breath caught in her throat as Dair dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands resting on her hips before slowly gliding upwards to cup her bared breasts.

Her knees almost buckled, would have buckled if she hadn’t quickly grasped onto the warmth of Dair’s shoulders, as she watched him suckle first one nipple into the heat of his mouth and then the other, sending pleasure soaring through her body and a hot rush of moisture to her labia.

Her neck arched, breasts thrusting forward as he continued to suckle, tongue lathing, even as his hands moved down to her hips and he slowly, oh-so-slowly, slid her bikini bottom down her thighs and then off completely, all his actions surprising slow and—and gentle?

That didn’t make sense, unless—“I’m not made of porcelain, Dair,” she assured softly. “Don’t—please don’t treat me as if I’m going to break.” The last thing she wanted from Dair was gentleness, as if she were too fragile, too
damaged
for him to make love to.

He looked up at her, breath warm against the dampness of her nipple. “You want me to be rough with you?”

She gave a choked laugh as she shook her head. “What I want is for you to treat me like all the other women you’ve been with!”

“Sure about that?”

“Yes!”

“You’re giving me control this time?”

Her cheeks warmed as she remembered her aggression on the plane. “Yes.”

He shrugged. “Well for the moment this is what I want.” He squeezed one of her damp nipples between his finger and thumb. “Later on I might feel like bending you over a chair and pounding into you from behind,” he continued matter-of-factly, “but right now I want to eat your pussy while I pinch and caress your nipples. To make you come and come, until you plead for me to stop.”

Kat had gone weak at the knees again just at the thought of Dair mastering her by bending her over a chair—only to lose her breath completely as Dair lifted one of her legs to place it on his shoulder before burying his face between her thighs.

She gave a low groan in her throat, fingers digging into his shoulders, as she felt the first slow rasp of his tongue along the whole length of her moist slit, before moving higher still, tongue teasing her swollen clit at the same time as his hands cupped her breasts and pinched and squeezed her aching nipples.

Kat’s whimper turned to a keening cry of pleasure as her climax hit her. Quickly. Fiercely.

She barely had time to recover her breath before it was followed by another, and then another, as Dair licked and suckled remorselessly between her thighs at the same time as he pinched and stroked her throbbing nipples.

Dair was in sensation heaven, his hands cupping the softness of Kat’s breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples, and the dewy taste of Kat’s juices on his lips and tongue as he lapped up every pulsing release of her creamy nectar.

She was so fucking responsive, so wet and aroused, he could carry on doing this all day and all night, could live on the delicious nectar he was lapping up from between her thighs.

“Oh God, Dair,” she groaned weakly as he thrust his tongue into her heavily weeping channel at the same time as the soft pad of his thumb stroked and pressed on her swollen clit, causing her to come again. “God…!” she cried out as she bucked and pulsed in yet another pleasure/pain release.

“Is that a cry for mercy?”

Kat could barely breathe as she looked down and saw the dark carnality in Dair’s eyes as he looked up at her, his lips and chin slick with her juices.

He looked—

He was—

Dair was everything and more than she had ever dreamed he would be.

No one else could ever have destroyed so completely the barriers that had been so necessary in every aspect of her life until now. First with her father, and then with Sergei.

Dair knew exactly what she wanted. More importantly, he knew what she needed. And he wasn’t about to let her put up any barriers to hide those wants and needs.

And Kat wasn’t about to plead for ‘mercy’. “Absolutely not,” she answered without hesitation, her gaze holding his as she slowly leaned forward to claim his lips with her own.

He tasted and smelled of her, sweet and salty, musky, that taste and smell arousing her even further, if that was possible.

“I want more, not mercy, Dair,” she assured him huskily. “Whatever you have to give me, whatever you want to take, I want all of it.”

“I’m not an easy lover, Kat,” he warned harshly, eyes dark with promise.

“I don’t want easy, Dair, I just want you, all that you are, any way you want me!”

He looked up at her searchingly for several long seconds before nodding decisively. “Then that’s what you’re going to get. Last chance, Kat,” he added darkly as he slid her leg down his arm and placed her foot back on the tiled floor. “Otherwise be prepared for me to take you in any and every way I want you. No quarter given, Kat.”

Kat’s marriage to Sergei may have lacked excitement as well as love, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t imagined, fantasized, about sex, about being taken in all the ways Dair was implying he intended to take her. Or that she hadn’t caressed and stroked her own body to completion as she fantasized, until she gasped and shuddered in release. To imagine Dair doing those things to her, with her, was all of her fantasies come true.

“No quarter asked, Dair.” She smiled at him, a slow, sure smile, as she stepped back to stand unashamedly naked in front of him.

Dair’s cock was hot and heavy inside the trunks he still wore as he slowly rose to his feet, the taste of Kat’s pussy still on his tongue and lips. “Take off the trunks, Kat,” he instructed evenly, his jaw tightening slightly as she glanced down at him, her gaze shy despite what she had just said to him. “Take them off, take me in your mouth, and then suck me,” he ordered hardly.

Words, as Dair knew only too well, were cheap, and if Kat couldn’t obey this one command, then this ended now. She either wanted this and proved she wanted it, or they went no further.

He had meant exactly what he’d said to her earlier; he didn’t do forever. But he could give her sex, pleasure her as she had never been pleasured before. In return she would give him the same pleasure. If she baulked at the first instruction—

His breath hissed between his teeth as Kat sank to her knees in front of him before hooking her fingers into the top of his trunks and slowly pulling them down and over the length of his already weeping cock.

He clenched his jaw as one of her hands moved to cup his balls as she ran her tongue hungrily over her lips before flicking forward to lick the dewy drops escaping, dribbling from the slit in the bulbous tip of his cock.

“Fuck…!” Dair staggered slightly before quickly parting his legs for balance as Kat opened her lips and took him into the moist heat of her mouth, that wicked tongue seeking, finding, the knot of sensitive tissue beneath the lip of that bulbous tip, probing and licking mercilessly before she parted her lips even further and took him to the back of her throat.

Dair’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his whole body taut with tension as she repeated that pleasurable torture, again and again, over and over, tongue lathing, lapping, her fingers wrapped about the base of his cock now as she began to pump him in the same rhythm as her tongue.

It was all he could do to stop himself from thrusting down her throat, knowing she would never be able to take the whole length of him—

Jesus Christ!

Kat had not only just taken all of him to the back of her throat and beyond, her hand still squeezing and rolling his balls, but the fingers of her other hand had now moved down and were pressing and caressing that sensitive skin beneath his balls, going dangerously close to—

Kat’s finger penetrated him at the same time as she took him deeper still.

Dair’s hands moved up to grip the back of her head, fingers entangled in the silkiness of her hair, as he lost all sense of place and time as he thrust into her, his cum coursing hot and thick along his cock to pump fiercely into her mouth and down her throat.

Chapter 9

“Did I pass the test?” Kat prompted huskily as she licked the last of Dair’s cum from his now semi-hard cock.

He chuckled ruefully. “I’ll let you know when my balls descend out of my throat!”

Kat sat back on her heels as she looked up at him quizzically. “It was a test, wasn’t it, Dair? To see if I meant what I said about anything and everything?”

Dair’s expression darkened as he reached down to place his hands beneath her elbows and lift her onto her feet in front of him. “Did I hurt you?” He scowled. “Hell, I never meant to hurt you, I only—”

“You only doubted I would follow through on what I’d said,” she guessed ruefully.

Yes, he had, and he felt slightly ashamed now, of the way he had spoken to her and the rough and merciless way he had made love to her. Partly, he knew, because he had been so aroused, had wanted Kat’s mouth on him so badly, he hadn’t been quite sure of his own actions if she refused him.

He had never used force on a woman in his life. He had never needed to. The type of woman he usually went to bed with was attracted to his bad boy image and misled by the scar at his temple, and usually willing, more than willing, to take sex to the next level. They were both consenting adults, so why the hell not.

Kat was different. Softer. Less sexually liberated. Added to which, she bore the emotional as well as physical scars of her marriage to Sergei Orlov.

And Dair had just treated her no better than if she were some backstreet—

“You think far too much, Dair.” Kat stood on tiptoe and kissed him slowly, lingeringly on the lips as she saw the doubts starting to creep into those silver-green eyes.

She didn’t want any doubts. She didn’t want Dair to
think.

“We’re going to take that shower together now,” she told him as she reached down to cup his sac, feeling empowered as she heard his throaty groan, and knowing he was responding to her, just her; it was a heady sensation. “And afterwards you’re going to bend me over a chair—that one over there,” she nodded through the doorway to the adjoining bedroom at the upholstered chair near the open French doors, “and pound into me from behind until I scream. And believe me, I am going to love every second of it!”

The hardening of Dair’s cock told her that he approved of that plan too.

Kat gave a throaty chuckle, as she released him to go turn on the shower water in the glass-enclosed cubicle that was more than big enough for the two of them, she was pleased to note.

“You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?” Dair stepped in close behind her to nuzzle his lips against the side of her neck.

“What gave it away?” Kat gave a sultry smile as she turned to face him. “My hard nipples?” She held his gaze as she pressed them against his chest. “Or the moisture between my thighs?” She took his hand and placed it so that it cupped those slick folds.

His fingers curled, two of them easily penetrating that moist heat, his thumb rubbing her clit as he began to thrust those fingers inside her. “This is what you want, isn’t it, little Kat? The two of us fucking any way we choose?”

“Oh yes,” she groaned as she arched her hips into the slow and pleasurable rhythm of those thrusting fingers.

He lowered his head and suckled, bit into her nipple, instantly throwing Kat into yet another climax, the walls of her channel pulsing, tightening about his fingers, her jaw tensed as she rode that release to the end.

Dair reluctantly released her nipple from his mouth before straightening to look down at her, an aroused flush on his cheeks. “God, the things I’m going to enjoy doing with and to you…!”

“As soon as I catch my breath,” Kat promised.

“I always thought breathing was overrated.”

Kat chuckled weakly as she rested her forehead against his shoulder, breathing hard in the aftermath of yet another orgasm, feeling as if she had been born for this. For Dair. For the pleasure they could so easily give each other.