To Love a Shifter: A Paranormal Romance Boxed Set (91 page)

“Silviu---” She had dozens of smartass answers to give him, all of it meant to hide how she was so crazy about him, but when she looked into his eyes again, George found herself saying, “You’re the fucking best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His eyes widened.

Her eyes widened, too, and she immediately snarled, “And if you repeat that to anyone, I’m going to fucking cut off your demon wings and---”

A gorgeous smile slashing his lips, Silviu cupped her chin and kissed her. It was one of those take-no-prisoners kinds of kiss, the one that had George stiffening at how he so shamelessly demanded her surrender, as if it would be her pleasure to belong to him.

Arrogant bastard,
George thought even as she gave in to his demand, surrendering herself to him. Her arms wove around his neck as she opened her lips, letting his tongue in, her nipples pebbling against his chest.

His hands cupped her silk-covered breasts, playing with her nipples, and she moaned against his mouth.

“Silviu,” she whispered as he kissed her neck hungrily, and this time she knew that it really was his fangs piercing her tender skin, sucking on her blood. One day, she would ask why this was so, but for now she could only enjoy it, could only surrender herself even more to the pleasure of everything that he did to her.

His mouth moved lower, leaving kisses all over her skin and then he was pulling down the neckline of her gown, freeing her breasts. He cupped them reverently.

“Silviu,” she moaned.

“Mine,” he growled just before his mouth closed over her nipple.

Her head fell back. Her hands sank into his long beautiful hair. And as he sucked harder, lavishing her nipple with his attention, she whispered, “My demon.”

He shuddered.

And then he was flipping her skirts up. “I want you so damn much,” he rasped.

He was uncharacteristically clumsy as he tried to push her drawers up while his other hand struggled with his breeches. It made her laugh, the sound all womanly triumph, and it only made Silviu shudder even more.

“Do you need help?” she asked innocently.

“If you don’t help me,
ma threa
, I’ll make you scream so loud the coachman will know what we’re doing.”

“Always with the threats,” she grumbled, but she was laughing, her eyes sparkling and her lovely hands already helping him free his cock.

Wanting to take her by surprise, Silviu reached for her pussy, and his fingers immediately became slick with her wetness. “You are very, very wet, milady,” he purred.

She finally managed to free his cock and her fingers wrapped around his thick length, making him jerk in her hand. Her thumb moved up, caressing the slit on its head, wetting it in the process. “So are you,” she purred back.

He laughed, and then there were no more words to speak as he slowly and carefully guided his cock into her, making sure that he did not take her roughly.

But she would not have any of it.

George pushed herself down hard, making Silviu gasp as she became seated completely on his erection, her skirts settling around them, her knees pressing down on either side of his leg on the seat.

“Take me!” Again, the demand and the plea, all rolled into one beautiful phrase, the way only his future duchess could do it.

“You are an extremely bossy bit of goods.”

“I think that’s why you---” George stopped with a gasp as he started to move, continuing breathlessly, “---like me.”

He pushed in harder, making her gasp again. “Yes,” he growled just before nipping her lush lower lip. “I think so, too.”

          And then he pounded into her, his cock taking her ruthlessly, making her scream, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck” against his mouth. The carriage rolled down a rocky path, adding to the intensity of his thrusts. Soon, she was bracing herself against the carriage walls as he held her waist and pumped in and out of her.

          There was no leisurely exploration this second time. It was a rough and wild tumble, wonderfully so, George relishing the feel of abandoning herself completely to Silviu’s possession. It was as if by acknowledging and accepting his demon half, she had given him free rein to be himself.

          And his real self was a thousand times darker, more dangerous, and dammit – a million times sexier!

          When the carriage settled down on a paved path, her hands rushed all over him. George couldn’t get enough of his body, loving the way it was smooth and hard all over, muscles rippling in reaction with every little touch, making her feel heady with power.

As her fingers drifted over her back, she managed to ask breathlessly, “Your wings?”

          “They come out when I want them to.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his cock. “Next time,” he promised. “We’ll fuck while flying.”

          Her body jerked at his words, and it jerked even harder as he pushed her senses into overdrive when his fingers joined his cock, rubbing her clit, getting her ready for another mind-shattering orgasm. It was all…

         
Too. Much.

         
It seemed as if she was fated to always think that, and it was, George thought, half out of her mind with the pleasure of being taken by Silviu, a very good thought to have.

          “Ready, Georgina?” Silviu easily lifted her above his cock.

          She gasped, “Yes!”

          And just like that, he slammed her down on his cock, sheathing him fully at just the right angle, the exquisite friction against her clit making George cry out, the sheer blinding pleasure of it making her feel like she was close to blacking out.

          As she convulsed around him, Silviu’s cock continued to pummel her pussy in the most sensational way, leaving her no chance for a respite, making her catch her breath over and over.

         
His. She was his.
It was the message he drove into her with each thrust of his cock.

          She belonged to a half demon.

          And dear heaven, somehow, that sounded so fucking right.

****

          She woke up slowly. Immediately, warm hands stroked her back, massaging and kneading aching muscles so wondrously that George purred.

          The sound made Silviu smile; it was so unlike the hellcat he had first met in the Woods of the Wraiths.

          Yawning, she blinked groggily at him. “Are we there yet? Please tell me we’re close.”

          His smile widened. “No.”

          She gaped. “But…” She looked at her watch. “It’s been
five
hours!”

          “Horses travel around eight miles per hour, milady. Chalysian horses are tougher and faster, and so we are traveling at about ten miles per hour, but still…”

          “Where’s Granite?”

          “He will come when I need him.”

          “And we don’t fucking need him
now
?” Her eyes narrowed. “For that matter, why don’t we just fly?”

          “Because every time I use my power, it leaves a traceable trail, and right now we need to stay hidden.”

          “I just don’t get it. Why does Hell care if you get a soul?”

          “Because milady, if I did not have a soul, I was prophesied to bring destruction to Chalys and bring about the end of the whole world.”

          He expected her to be frightened by his words, which were unfortunately true, but instead she looked at him doubtfully and said, “You don’t say.”

          A laugh escaped him at how irreverent she was. “Ah, Georgina, please always stay this way.”

          “What way? Like pretty, sexy, and all things nice?”

          He smirked. “Hotheaded, impatient, potty mouth---”

          She thumped his shoulder. “You have to give me credit at least. I only started swearing again when I realized that we’re traveling eight, ten, freaking miles per hour!”

          “And we still have much distance to cover, I’m afraid. We just left Brimstone, my---” Silviu almost slipped, calling Brimstone as his domain.

          George frowned. “Your city? Town?”

          Her words gave him inspiration, and he shook his head. “Neither would correctly describe Brimstone or any of the other places that make up Chalys. The best word for it would be a
territory,
and each territory belongs to a duke.”

          She nodded automatically. “A dukedom. I know that part.” She grimaced.

          “Sangria, Aquarius, Lunare, and Sulphur – all of these are ruled by demon dukes.”

          “What about Ciel?” George asked, remembering the territory that was located entirely on top of the highest cliff in Chalys.

          “They have a duke, too, one who is an angel and not a demon.” His face darkened. “Brimstone was supposed to be my father Lilu’s but…because of something my mother did, I became its duke even though Lilu still lives.”

          “Rather than a marquis then?”

          Silviu started. “Yes, rather than a marquis. My friends are all marquises – they are all half-demons like me. They are rightful heirs to their territories but they would need to go against their demon sires to claim them.” He looked at Georgina with interest. “You know about our hierarchy?”

          George flushed. “I actually studied everything I could about the noblemen here in Chalys, so I know that all dukes and marquises are from outside Asphodel.”

          He was surprised. “What would you study our nobility for? Chalysian ladies do that, yes, but only because---” His expression hardened. “Do not tell me,” he said bitingly, “you wanted to marry a nobleman?”

          “Yes, but---” She wasn’t able to say more.

          “Never,” he snarled against her mouth, just before kissing her as if he needed to brand her lips with his taste. “You are
mine
.”

          His possessiveness made her giddy even if George didn’t want to admit it. Even so, when he released her, she shook her head at him. “You’re so fucking possessive.”

          “You are
my
heartkeeper, no one else’s.”