Touch of Temptation (11 page)

“Yeah,” she groaned, her eyes dilated with hunger beneath the heavy weight of her lashes, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Let me see ’em.” She opened her mouth, and he could just catch the delicate points of her fangs glistening beneath the sensual curve of her upper lip, her lips becoming redder…fuller. He made a thick sound in the back of his throat and touched his lips to hers, running his tongue over one of those sharp points, and the ache in his shaft doubled, his blood rushing hard and fast.

Need her fangs
, the wolf seethed, prowling beneath his skin as Kellan lifted her against his chest, her face nuzzling against the side of his throat, where the wound made by the poisoned Deschanel had finally healed.
Need her strong.

“Do it,” he growled, wanting it so badly he could taste it. “Make the bite, Chloe.”

She groaned in response, flicking her tongue against his hot flesh, then sank her fangs deep, the piercing sensation shooting all the way to the head of his cock. Kellan choked back a rough shout, fingering her deeper, her inner muscles pulling on him tighter…and tighter. She cried out against the side of his throat, her body tensing as she fisted her hands in his hair, and then she crashed full force into a violent, shattering orgasm, the deep, rhythmic clenching around his fingers damn near pulling him right along with her. His fingers were soaked with her juices, and he kept pumping into her, her mouth pulling hard and sweet against his vein, greedy for the hot rush of his blood. With his jaw locked, Kellan ground his thumb against her clit, prolonging the shivering spasms, and the cot began to shake beneath him as if they were in the middle of an earthquake, a hot,
fiery wind rushing through the chilly cell, whipping at their hair. The air became charged with the power of the Merrick, thick and electric, as if there was a physical current in the room that pulsed against his skin, raising all the hairs on his body.

With a sharp gasp, she pulled her fangs from his throat, her back arching over his arm as she shuddered and rocked, jerking her hips against his hand, riding his thick, drenched fingers, lost in sexual abandon. Kellan groaned, low and deep, at the stunning sight, thinking she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He tightened his arm, pulling her against the furious pounding of his heart, his eyes squeezing shut as he buried his face in her silken hair, fighting the urge to push her to her back and shove himself inside her until he was so deep he could feel her soul. At last, the clenching spasms of her orgasm eased, and he pulled his fingers from the exquisite clasp of her body, her inner muscles struggling to hold on to him, protesting the loss…making it that much harder for him to stop before he went too far.

Wrapping both arms around her, Kellan held her tight as he struggled to get it together, his control devastated by the raw, chaotic rush of emotions tearing through him.

You’re being pathetic, you bloody idiot. Stop dicking around and make sure she’s okay.

Right. Damn it, he could do this. For once in his fucking life, he could be selfless and ignore his own needs, doing what was right for a change. With a few deep, shuddering breaths, Kellan finally relaxed his hold, until she was lying in the cradle of his left arm again. “How do you feel?” he asked, pushing her hair away from her face with a shaky hand.

“Incredible.” She stretched in his arms, her voice a low, provocative purr. “It’s like someone opened the top of my head and filled me up with warm, sizzling energy.”

“That’s good, honey.” He tried for a normal tone, but couldn’t quite pull it off, his voice too gritty. Too strained. “I’m…glad you feel good.”

“I feel better than good,” she murmured, smiling up at him. “It’s like my whole body has been filled with some kind of shimmering light. I’m surprised I don’t have sunbeams shooting out from my fingers and toes.”

He started to laugh, but she wiggled…and the feel of her firm little ass rubbing against his cock pulled a graveled curse up from his chest.

She stilled instantly, concern mixing with the pleasure-glow burning in her eyes. “Kellan?”

“Just…” A muscle pulsed in the side of his jaw, his forehead dotted with beads of sweat. “Just don’t move for a second, ’kay?”

W
ATCHING HIM CAREFULLY,
Chloe could see that Kellan was in bad shape, his muscles coiled with tension, bulging beneath the burnished glow of his skin. Deep brackets were etched into the sides of his mouth, his eyes fever-bright beneath the dark slash of his brows, and she realized that while the Merrick might have gotten what it needed…Kellan hadn’t.

“What about you?” she asked softly, settling a little deeper against his massive erection, the denim of his jeans straining around the thick, rigid bulge.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said in a rough voice, one hand gripping her hip to hold her still. “I’ll live.”

“Are you serious?” She couldn’t believe what she
was hearing. “Come on, Kellan. If you’re going to let yourself get used, you should at least get something in return.”

He caught her wrist in a firm grip, stopping her as she tried to reach for the button on his jeans. “I’m going to say this one last time, so make sure you’re listening, Chloe. You are
not
using me. What just happened between us…yeah, you needed it. But don’t think for a second that I didn’t want it to happen. I wanted
everything
that happened between us, and a helluva lot more than that.”

“Then let me touch you.” She pulled her wrist from his grip and climbed off his lap, settling onto her knees at his side, then reached for his fly with both hands, desperate to get to him. He cursed something raw and gritty, but she knew he’d given in when he leaned back, bracing his shoulders against the wall. With his chest heaving, he watched as she clumsily yanked at the button and zipper, her fingers trembling with anticipation, her vision going hazy with lust as she got her first good look at him.

His cock was dark and heavy, thicker and longer than she would have imagined, even in her dirtiest fantasies, but she wasn’t complaining. How could a woman complain about something so evocatively male and impossibly beautiful? He made a thick, groaning sound as she wrapped her fingers around him in a greedy hold, the Merrick practically purring with excitement.

“Oh, wow,” she whispered, licking her bottom lip. “I didn’t get a good look at you on Sunday. But this…
just wow
.”

He let out a husky bark of laughter that made her smile, her heart pounding to a furious beat as she
carefully explored him, mesmerized by the deliciously masculine details. A heavy knotwork of veins was mapped beneath the suede-soft skin that’d been stretched tight over the granite-hard shaft, and as she held him in her hands, Chloe could feel the powerful beat of his heart pulsing against her palms.

“Shit,” he said thickly, his hands fisting in the cot’s thin blanket. “Tighter, Chloe. You won’t hurt me. Squeeze it as hard as you can.”

She did as he said, and it was sexy as hell, the way he started lifting his hips, thrusting his cock through the tight grip of her hands. She’d tried not to let herself think about how it’d felt on Sunday, when he’d put just the head inside her before pulling away, knowing she’d drive herself crazy. But now she couldn’t stop, her body contracting, wanting so desperately to be filled.

His lips pulled back over his teeth, revealing the sharp tips of his fangs, and unlike hers, those suckers were long and thick…and insanely sexy. Chloe could feel him getting thicker in her grasp, proving that yet another one of the rumors she’d heard about Lycan males was true. She could also scent him, so warm and masculine and wonderful, that mouthwatering mix of sex and sweat and musk spiking her own arousal. She stroked her tongue across her lower lip again, desperate for the touch and taste of him. Unable to fight it any longer, Chloe gripped him firmly at the broad root and just went for it, his rough shout filling the cell as she bent over him and ran her tongue over the wet, straining head.

“Son of a bitch,” he groaned, his voice shaky and hoarse, and she would have smiled if she could have, loving that she was giving him pleasure. She was intoxicated by his taste and the feel of his rigid flesh against
her tongue, thrilled by the way he fisted a hand in her hair, holding it back so that he could watch. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing, her experience in this department a pathetic zilch, but it didn’t matter. Giving herself up to the Merrick, Chloe moved wholly by instinct, her movements sensual and feline, as if she had primal animal instincts working within her, as well.

“Damn it,” he growled, shaking so hard he nearly knocked her off the cot. “Chloe, Jesus. I can’t…I can’t take it.”

She tightened the suction of her mouth, silently telling him that he’d have to, and he pulsed in her grip, so sexy and gorgeous and impossibly male, she couldn’t stand it. His eyes burned as he watched her. She could feel the delicious intensity of his stare like a physical touch, and wondered if it was a werewolf thing…or a Kellan thing. She didn’t know…but she loved it. Loved the rush that it gave her, pleasure thrumming beneath her skin, enthralling and dark.

“I’m not gonna last,” he rasped, his voice shaking, his thighs and abs so rigid, she could see the outline of every breathtaking muscle. “You sure you’re ready for that?”

Chloe answered by sucking him even deeper, and he came in a rush of power and scalding heat, the intensity of it unlike anything she could have ever imagined, drowning her senses in pleasure. She waited until the sharp pulses had finally stilled, then pressed a tender kiss to the taut, swollen crown and lifted her head, staring up at him. He reached down, rubbing his thumb against the corner of her mouth, his heavy-lidded eyes hazy with satisfaction as he rumbled, “I think you just
made this my best birthday ever. There’s not even a close second.”

She laughed, but the soft sound faded and she looked away, blushing.

“
Now
you blush,” he murmured with a husky laugh, stroking her hair.

She swallowed, wanting to say something…anything, but not knowing which words to choose. The silence stretched out, the air prickling against her skin, and she could feel the heat of his stare as he ran his gaze down the front of her body, everything on blatant display between the gaping sides of her shirt.

When she started to shiver, he finally broke the tension by saying, “I wish I could stay in here with you. Just hold you and sleep through the night.”

“Me, too,” she whispered, wishing they were anywhere in the world but there, painfully aware that the next few hours might be their last. She hadn’t let herself think about what Westmore had told them earlier, knowing she would freak if she did—but she couldn’t help worrying about Kellan and Raine, terrified they’d be hurt when the three of them tried to escape.

The irresistible muscles in his abs bunched when he sat up, his voice a low, throaty rasp as he said, “We’re heading out at about 4:00 a.m., since that seems to be when there’s the least security. We shouldn’t see anyone before then, but if something happens and anyone comes down here, don’t let them see that you’ve fed.”

“Right.”

“I mean it, Chloe.”

“Don’t worry,” she murmured, pulling her shirt together as she curled her legs to the side. Wanting to
make him smile, she lowered her lashes and teasingly said, “You’d be amazed by how well I can fake it.”

He was laughing as he leaned toward her, putting his face close to hers, his big hand curling around the back of her neck. “You weren’t faking it, honey, and I’ve got you all over my hand to prove it. And if we were somewhere safe right now, someplace private, it’d be all over my face.”

“You’re so full of it,” she snickered, knowing damn well that he’d probably never touch her again, now that the Merrick had been fed. But that didn’t mean that her desire for him was any less intense.

Her skin heated beneath the warm touch of his lips, and she knew he could hear the increase in her heart rate as he whispered into her ear, “You’d like to be full of me, wouldn’t you, Chloe? You’d like to know what it’d feel like to have me packed deep inside you, where I could feel every shiver and pulse when you came apart. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

The Merrick silently purred with hunger, and she knew she was close to losing it. “If you…if you don’t want to have sex,” she said unsteadily, “then you need to get away from me, Kell.”

“I’ll go, but only because I know that’s what’s best for you.” He pressed a tender kiss to the side of her throat, then pulled away from her, moving to his feet as he did up his jeans, and her breath caught as he slid her a smoldering stare. “But once we’re out of here, you won’t be pushing me away anymore. I’m gonna be fucking you every chance we get.”

Whoa. The guy’s sexy was insane. Just hearing those words slide from his sensual lips had nearly made her
come. Chloe squeezed her thighs together, trying to hide her reaction, knowing he was right about it not being the time or place, with Westmore and his minions liable to walk in on them at any moment. And with the thought of their enemies, her arousal fled, replaced by anger and fear and repulsion. She wished she were the kind of witch who could wield magic like a weapon, because she would have loved nothing more than to fry Westmore’s smarmy ass.

“Kellan!” she called out, as he headed across the cell.

Looking back over his shoulder, he said, “Yeah?”

“If we die, I just…I want you to know how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me and my family.”

His brows drew together over eyes the color of a Caribbean sea, the firelight playing beautifully across the wine-dark strands of his hair. “We’re not going to die,” he said in a low voice.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound rude. I know you’ll do your best, but if there’s one thing that I’ve learned during the past few months, it’s that nothing’s ever a given.”

He stared at her across the distance of the room, his expression a mixture of frustration…and something that looked incredibly like soul-deep determination. “You don’t have a lot of faith in me, and I get that. I mean, I’ve never been the kind of guy who instills a lot of faith in people. But that’s changed. I’m not going to let you down, Chloe. I’m something you can count on, and it’s going to be okay. It’s going to be better than okay. You get that?”