The Dark-Hunters (435 page)

Then he slowly lowered them to the floor.

Kat ached at the pleasure of him lying on top of her. It really was scrumptious. He slid his hot mouth slowly down her body, licking and teasing every part of her. She shivered each time his tongue touched her skin and it made her nerve endings dance.

Sin smiled at the little twitches and murmurs she made with each caress he gave her. She was exquisite and he wanted to know every inch of her body.

Her fingers and palms danced over his skin, but when she took him into her hand it was all he could do not to immediately come. He hadn’t been with a woman who knew what he was in centuries. Then again, since the death of his wife he hadn’t had any woman who’d known even the most basic thing about him. All of his lovers had been one-night stands. Fleeting faces that came and went only when he couldn’t bear celibacy any longer.

Unlike the others, Kat would still be here when they were finished. She wasn’t going to walk out and never return. It made her special and it made him want to make sure that she had the best time possible in his bed.

When she left his side, she’d never be able to say he’d been lacking in any way. Kissing her, he slid his hand over her thigh to the short curls between her legs.

Kat gasped as Sin slid his fingers between her legs to touch the most private part of her. Fire shot through her as his fingers stroked her tender folds and found the part of her that came alive at his touch. And when he sank one long finger inside her, she moaned out loud.

Sin froze as he felt the impossible. It couldn’t be.… His jaw dropping, he pulled back to stare up at Kat. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes.”

That confused him even more. “How?”

She lifted her chin, and when she spoke, her tone was heavy with sarcasm. “I’ve never been with a man before.”

He rolled his eyes. “I know
how
you’re a virgin. My question is how did you manage to stay one?”

“I told you, they keep watch on me.”

Yeah, but for eleven thousand years? Damn. That was extreme. “They’re not watching you now.”

She traced the line of his eyebrow while a smile twitched at the edges of her lips. “No. Only you’re watching me.”

Sin still didn’t understand it. “Why would you wait all these centuries and then throw it away on a whim? You barely even know me.”

Her expression had to be the tenderest one any woman had ever given him, and it made him melt. “I know you, Sin. I’ve been inside you … and I want you inside me. Is that so hard to understand?”

Part of Sin wanted to curse her and the tender feelings she stirred inside him. He wanted to tell her she was nothing and that he didn’t need anything from her.

The other part of him wanted only to hold her. To crawl into her arms and have her soothe him even more than she already had.

In the end, it was his anger he listened to. He couldn’t afford to open himself up to her or anyone else. He’d been hurt enough in the past. The last thing he wanted was to bring any more pain into his life. He was through being used and through being manipulated. “This won’t give you any hold over me.”

“I don’t expect it to.”

“Then what are you hoping for by sleeping with me?”

“Nothing, Sin.” Her gaze was so sincere and guileless it actually sent a wave of guilt through him that he’d been so suspicious of her. “Nothing more than a few moments of pleasure. I don’t want anything else from you. Promise.” She made a small X over her heart.

He shook his head. It couldn’t be this simple. It couldn’t. “I find that hard to believe. Nothing comes free in this world. Ever.”

“Then get up and get dressed.” She looked to the right. “There’s the door. I’m sure you know how to use it. It’s a really simple process. You put one foot in front of the other, turn the knob, and keep going.”

He should do that. It was what he intended, but as she laid her hand against his cheek, he was lost by the tenderness. He just wanted to be held.…

Damn him for it. He was so tired of being alone. Of coming home to an empty room where he tended his wounds and lived for no other reason than to fight. He didn’t even know why he fought anymore.

Why should he care about a world that couldn’t care less about him? But when he looked at her, he saw things he hadn’t seen in a long time. Compassion. Humor.

Beauty. And that was one thing that was lethal more times than it wasn’t.

His emotions were churning as she rolled him onto his back and laid her body against his. His senses reeled as she teased his jaw with her tongue and teeth. Her hair slid against his skin, tickling him. But it was the warmth of her body that seared him the most. He was lost to her for now. Lost to her touch and her comfort.

With her holding him like this, he couldn’t have gotten up if the room was on fire.

Kat had seen thousands of beautiful naked male bodies in her lifetime. Flawless and perfect, they had come and gone.

None of them could compare to the scarred beauty of Sin’s. His body told the story of a man with no one there to keep him safe. In that aspect, he reminded her of her father. But Sin was nothing like Acheron.

There was a spiritual coldness to Sin. He was a man who’d been wounded so many times that he no longer believed in goodness. He couldn’t even accept her kindness. What a frigid place to live.

And all she wanted to do was warm him. To let him know that not everyone meant him harm. Some people could be trusted. Not everyone was out to hurt other people. There was still goodness and decency to be found.

But she wasn’t sure he would ever believe that. He most definitely wouldn’t if he ever learned the truth about the night Artemis had taken his godhood.

No, the night
she
had taken it and given his powers to her mother. It’d been so wrong, but she’d done it trying to protect her mother. She could’ve killed herself for her stupidity. Back then, she’d believed everything her mother had told her.

She was such a fool.

If only she could go back and change it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t. All she could do was try to comfort him now. To be here when he needed help in his fight.

And that she would.

Sin watched her with hooded eyes as she slid herself down his body, exploring every part of it. Now he recognized the innocence in her hesitant touch. The curiosity.

And when she got to the center of his body, she paused. Holding his breath, he watched as she combed the soft tangle of curls with her nails while she studied him intently. It was painful to have her look and not touch him, especially given how hard he was.

Her gaze met his. One corner of her mouth lifted in a tender smile before she touched him. Groaning in satisfaction, he arched his back. Her fingers probed the length of his cock from his sac to the tip, and all the while she watched him writhing in pleasure.

Her smile widened before she dipped her head down to replace her fingers with her mouth.

Sin was forced to bang his head against the floor to keep from coming as she gently sucked and licked. Damn. Damn, she was seriously talented with her tongue.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

She laughed, tickling him. She pulled back to shake her head. “Never before.”

Damn … it was all he could think.

“You didn’t have to stop.”

Kat arched a brow at him. “No?”

“Hell, no.”

She teased his tip with her tongue before she blew a cool breath across him.

Yeah, okay, it was time to stop. If she didn’t, they were both going to be disappointed. Sin sat up and pulled her close. Kat actually purred as he nuzzled her neck. His whiskers teased her skin, making her breasts swell and tingle. She cupped his head to her as her senses swirled. He braced his hands on each side of her hips before he guided her down on top of him so that he could impale her.

She tensed as pain interrupted her pleasure.

“Sh,” he breathed in her ear. His breath was scorching as his tongue swirled around her lobe.

Her body ignited as it adjusted to take in his thickness.

Sin felt her relaxing again. He ran his hands over her smooth back and cupped her bottom. He lifted her up and showed her how to move against him. She was a quick learner. In no time, she’d settled into a sweet, slow rhythm that resonated through his entire body.

He leaned back on the floor so that he could watch her while she rode him. She was shameless in her strokes. Oh, the sight of her there, like that … it was enough to kill him. Good thing he was immortal.

Smiling, he dipped his hand down so that he could stroke her clit while she rode him. The instant he touched her, she let out a small squeak of pleasure.

“Like that, do you?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she breathed.

It was torture for him to hold back, but he wouldn’t do that to her. He wasn’t an ex-fertility god without reason. There was no way he was going to finish before she did. Even if it killed him.

Kat felt molten as she stared down at Sin. She’d never dreamt how good it would feel to have a man inside her. There was something so filling and special about this. She was sharing with him what she’d never shared with anyone else. It was intimate and special. She stared at those golden eyes before she reached to take his hand in hers. Lifting it to her lips, she placed a kiss in his palm, then one on the backs of his fingers.

How could anyone have ever hurt him? It made her angry and protective. Most of all, it saddened her. People could be so cruel and the gods were even worse.

Kat’s thoughts scattered as a strange pleasure started inside her. It was warm and wicked and spread through every part of her. Like a wave, it seemed to build and crest until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Dear gods, what was the man doing to her?

A second later, her body exploded into intense sensations that made her shake all over. A part of her was even scared.

Sin laughed in triumph as he felt her body spasming around his. Taking her hips in his hands, he thrust harder against her, intensifying her orgasm. She actually cried out as she leaned over him.

Her hair tickled him, and in one heartbeat he joined her climax.

He growled as absolute pleasure tore through him. She was exquisite and she left him breathless and weak. So weak he doubted he could ever move again in this lifetime.

She fell against him, covering him with her body. An uncharacteristic giggle escaped her as she snuggled in his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned about her.

“Fine,” she said in a dreamy tone. “I feel as satisfied as a well-fed kitten.”

He laughed at her. “Yeah, I know the feeling.” He wrapped her in his arms before he rolled over with her and pinned her against the floor. “I was right. It was worth your mother killing me.”

He dipped his head down and kissed her.

Kat sighed at the way his muscles flexed under her hands. He tasted so incredibly good.… She never wanted to leave this spot. Ever.

“Ah, gawd, naked people! I’m going to be sick!”

Sin tensed at the deep, feminine voice that came from the doorway. Turning his head, he gaped at the sight of not one but two Charonte demons.… At least he thought that’s what they were. But their skin wasn’t mottled with swirling colors—something that always marked their species. Rather, they looked like two women in their early twenties.

One was dressed in black, like a Goth college student, with a short black velvet dress and corset-laced boots. Her hair was black with streaks of red through it. The other one was blond, wearing a pair of jeans and a loose, flowing red top.

“Well, then don’t look,” the dark-haired demon said to the blond one, who looked strangely like Apollymi. “Why you looking if you don’t want to see? Look, right there.” She pointed to his Dalí painting on the wall. “They got nice walls with paintings here. You should look at them instead, then you won’t be sick. See how it works?”

Kat was biting back a smile as she slid from under him and manifested her clothes on her body. “Hi, Simi.”

Sin quickly clothed himself and waited for the demons to realize what he was and attack.

They didn’t.

The dark-haired demon smiled, showing off a set of small fangs. “Hello,
akra
-kitty. Sorry it took so long to get here, but someone”—she stared angrily at the blond demon—“wouldn’t let me come without her, ’cause she said that Vegas has lots of sparklies she wanted to see. The Simi told her she was wrong, but you see who won the fight, don’t you?” She made a loud huffy noise. “You’re so lucky you’re an only child. The Simi misses her time before someone”—she glared at the blond demon again, but the tirade didn’t seem to faze her companion—“that would be Xirena came along and moved into my house. The Simi is just lucky that
akri
didn’t make her share her room.”

Xirena made a sound of disgust in the back of her throat. “Oh, stop it, Xiamara. All you do is whine, whine, whine. You’re a demon. Act like it.”

“Demon?” Simi snorted. “I have you know that I am more demon than an army of them. I am the Simi and the Simi acts any way she wants to ’cause
akri
says I am the best demon ever born. You’re just jealous your
akri
don’t love you like mine does me.”

Sin was stunned by their exchange. He’d never seen demons this … chatty. Simi was more like a spoiled teenaged girl than a flesh-eating demon. “Is this … What is…?” He stopped because he was rambling as he tried to make sense of them. “I have to say that I’ve never witnessed this before. They do this a lot?”

Kat laughed. “Simi hasn’t adjusted to her sister yet. They’re having socialization issues.”

Xirena curled her lip. “I’m not having an issue with anything other than the fact the cursed god has made my sister strange.”

Sin frowned. “Cursed god would be Acheron?”

“Simi belongs to him,” Kat explained.

Oh … that couldn’t be good.

Simi beamed. “The Simi is
akri
’s daughter.”

Xirena made a choking noise. “How many times do I have to tell you that you are not the daughter of the cursed god? You are the daughter of two demons! Stop calling your
akri
your daddy. It makes my wings droop.”