Soulceress (The Mythean Arcana Series Book 2) (28 page)

“Yes. No. I mean... I want you.” She pressed her ass back against him, and he groaned into her hair.
Yes.
 

“No’ yet. First, you’re going to come in my arms. I want to see you. Feel you.” He curled his fingers forward to focus on the bundle of nerves within her. When her weight sagged against him, he wrapped his free arm around her waist to support her.

“Look at me,” he said when her eyes began to close. She snapped them open. “You’re going to come for me now.”
 

She had to. This damn idea would have him coming against her ass if she didn’t reach orgasm soon. His control was near broken, the civilized part of himself stripped away until he was nothing but a shaking mass of instinct and desire.

He bit her earlobe, keeping his eyes on hers, and groaned when he felt her pussy contract around his fingers and a harsh cry spill from her lips.

“Gods, you’re so perfect.” He watched in awe as the pleasure swept over her face. She never looked away. Neither did he.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Esha surfaced from her orgasm to realize that Warren was tense behind her, his breath heavy and his erection throbbing against her ass. She met his eyes again in the window.
 

Animal need was stamped across his face, held back only by his iron control.

Celibate.
No wonder he was near the edge. The idea that she’d be the first in a century made her pussy throb with need.

She turned, kissed him briefly on the mouth, but wiggled away when he reached for her. Instead, she dropped to her knees. The stone floor bit into them, but it was worth it for the look on his face.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, his hands forming tight fists at his sides.
 

She loved how much he wanted her. Just as much, she wanted to take back some of the control she’d ceded to him. She was baring more of herself to him every hour, so much so that she might eventually lose her grip on everything that kept her separate. If she was to bare herself to him, he’d do the same.

“Take off your shirt,” she said.

His hands trembled slightly as he tore it over his head, revealing broad planes of muscles and ridged abs. He felt even bigger this way, naked and strong above her. He dwarfed her in a way she’d never felt before. Not only was she one of the most powerful Mytheans, she wasn’t a small woman. But with Warren, that all changed.

His muscle-roped arms dropped to his sides, his big hands returned to fists. To hold himself back. She couldn’t be having any of that.

She tugged at his pants, undoing the fly and yanking the denim down to his ankles. Sculpted calves led to strong thighs and a jutting erection, the size of which made her pussy throb. It was laced with veins and topped with a broad head. Her mouth tingled with the need to run her tongue over all that soft skin and hard muscle.

She didn’t hesitate, but took him wholly into her mouth, swallowing as much as she could. His harsh shout of pleasure shot a jolt of the same through her. His hand sank into her hair, then pulled away.

She reached up and moved his hand back to her head, giving him the permission he clearly sought. His hand fisted in her hair. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as anyone had ever given another.

A guttural moan drifted from his lips as she worked him with her mouth and hands. He was hot and hard beneath her tongue, yet smooth as silk. She licked as she sucked, delighting in the quick, helpless jolt of his hips.

He reached down and pulled her to her feet, then leaned his forehead against hers. His fist tightened in her hair and his other hand curled around her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.
 

“I want to be inside you,” he said, his breath sawing. “May I?”

A shudder racked him when she stood on tiptoe and wrapped one leg around his waist. “Yes.”

He yanked her up and pressed her back against the window. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hands bit into her ass and a harsh, “
Oh, fuck
,” sounded in her ears.

 
Between her thighs, she felt him fist his shaft with a shaking hand and press the tip against the throbbing entrance of her pussy. She’d never wanted anything so badly.

“I’ve never wanted anything so fucking bad,” he muttered against her lips.
 

“Now, Warren.”

Slowly, torturously slowly, he pushed inside her. Then stopped. “Shite. Protection,” he said, his voice tight.

“I’m on it. Please. Now.”

He shuddered, then pushed forward. He was so big, so perfect, and he filled the empty space within her with pleasure. She dropped her forehead to his, squeezing her eyes shut at the perfection of connecting with him. Of feeling him pulse within her, deliciously hard and hot and male. She thought she was in control, but when she felt him, so overwhelming, inside her, she was lost.

The feel of Esha’s pussy taking his cock, gripping him gloriously, made chills break out on Warren’s skin. It’d been so long, but it had never been so perfect. This was something entirely different from any sex he’d ever had.

When he was fitted fully inside her, he tried to go slowly. Failed. His hips began to thrust, his mind and body taking over in a primitive rhythm that made pleasure surge from the base of his spine out over his body.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he loved the bite of pain, the sound of her harsh breaths in his ear and the smell of her arousal.

“You’re so perfect, I’m no’ going to last,” he muttered. Even like this, the pleasure, the wildness, crept in on him, taking over mind and body.

Her hand slipped from his shoulder and between them, her fingertips finding her clitoris. The idea of her touching herself short-circuited his mind and made impending orgasm start to tighten in his balls.

When her sex clutched around him, wet and hot and drawing him into her pleasure, he lost all control of his thrusts. His hips pumped as the orgasm ripped through him, tearing him apart and putting him back together, this time twined with Esha. It swept him up and along, blinding him to everything but her.
 

When the orgasm finally faded away after racking his body with shudders of pleasure, he turned and walked to the bed, Esha still wrapped around him.

He had enough energy to lay her upon the mattress before collapsing in a graceless pile next to her. With a weary arm, he dragged her against his side.

“That was amazing. Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to her head. She’d given him that gift, even knowing who he was and seeing the shadows of all the evil that he’d done.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

She was the biggest idiot in the world.
 

There was no question about it, Esha thought, as she crept out of the bedroom in the morning. Warren still slept in the warm bed she’d just left, but she needed some time to clear her head. She waved a hand at the torches in the hall, grateful that it took so little power to do so. She passed Warren’s room and the Chairman perked up from where he sprawled in the middle of the bed.

Last night had been amazing. Stupid, but amazing. She was falling for Warren regardless of the fact that it was a terrible idea. It would end badly, as these things always did for her. It might not even last long enough for him to leave her, considering that he was determined to kill Aurora. For good reason too, with how sick she made him.
 

Her mind feel like it was squeezed in a vise, so she shook them away—or tried to—and went into the kitchen. If she was lucky, she’d face Aurora today.

After a cup of instant coffee and a granola bar for herself and a can of cat food for the Chairman—which she’d had to drag across the glacier because gods knew you couldn’t forget the Chairman’s wet food—she met Warren in the foyer. The sun was just now peeking over the horizon and the dim light shining through the windows highlighted Warren’s face.

Esha didn’t realize she was holding her breath, wondering if she would see regret there, until his smile broke out at the sight of her. For some terrible, crazy reason, that scared her even more.
 

If he had regretted it, sleeping with him would be a terrible one-off. A mistake she would no doubt cry over, but it would be done. Instead, he didn’t regret it. But with everything ahead of them, now what?

“I think we’re going to find Aurora today,” she said. “I’ve got to ask you not to kill her. Not right away.”

Disbelief flashed across his face. “No’ an option, lassie. She’s dangerous, and the longer she’s left alive, the closer I get to being incapacitated and the more people she can hurt.”

Fear sent her heart pounding. He was right, but she didn’t want to hear it. “Maybe she doesn’t know she’s making you sick by using your soul. I know she’s bad, and that she’s done terrible things. But she did them during terrible times. Nearly every soulceress was killed during the Burnings—she was scared. I just need a chance to talk to her. One chance to see if I can convince her to give it back.”

“She’s too damn dangerous. I’m telling you it’s no’ an option.” His face was harder than she’d ever seen it.

“I’ve never met another of my kind. You know about my life. Why this is so important to me. Just one chance.”
 

“No’ a chance in hell.”

Everything she wanted—Warren and a chance to know another of her kind—was slipping out of her hands. She could feel it going, and it made some terrible, tragic monster surge inside of her.
 

“Ah, Esha. Doona cry, lassie.” Warren stepped up to her and cupped her face in his hands.
 

She pulled back and sniffled, horrified to feel a hot tear spill onto her cheek. She scrubbed a hand over her eyes. “I’m not crying.”

“I care about you, damn it,” he said. “I doona want to hurt you. But I have to get my soul back. I’m a monster without it. And she is truly dangerous.”

“I get that, I really do. I want you to get your soul back. Everyone should have their soul. But I just want to meet her and talk to her. Once. You don’t have to be there, so you won’t be at risk. I’ll go to see her alone.”

“The hell you will. I’m no’ worried for me, I’m worried for you. I’d no’ risk you like that. You doona know her. What if she really wants to take your power, as the witches said?”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take to meet her. I’m confident in my ability to protect myself. Why can’t you be?”

“I am, but I’m the one who should protect you from problems I’ve created.”

“That’s not your choice. I care for you, Warren. I do. A hell of a lot more than I want to, but take this opportunity from me, and we’re done.”