Passion Unleashed
Page 22She bit her lip to keep from crying out when he rubbed slow circles around her ni**les and then lowered his head to flick his tongue over the tightly pebbled tips.
“You like that,” he growled. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“Bite them,” she breathed. “And fill me. I need you inside me.”
A shudder shook his body, as though he was relieved to have been given the go-ahead. A stab of pain sliced through her as his teeth closed on one nipple, not hard, but with just enough pressure to enhance the pleasure of his shaft stretching her entrance as he slid home.
She tightened her thighs around his waist and arched up, taking all of him as deep as he could go. For a moment he remained still, using his teeth, tongue, and hands to create the most exquisite sensations in her br**sts. But too soon, yet not soon enough, he stood straight, grasped her hips, and tugged her firmly against him. Her legs dangled over the side of the table, her butt just barely on the edge.
The vulnerability of this position was breathtaking, her skirt bunched around her waist, her br**sts exposed, her arms still over her head because she dare not move them. Not while he watched her with a commanding expression on his face, the orders issued through his gaze alone.
Heat from the candle flames licked her skin, tiny flicks of warmth. She longed to feel Kynan’s tongue licking her like that, swirling around her navel piercing, tracing the long-stemmed rose tattoo on her leg, stroking between her legs.
But she didn’t think she could ever ask for that. She might possess self-confidence when it came to her job, but her sexual inexperience made her too shy in the bedroom.
Closing her eyes, she rolled her hips, smiling at the sudden hiss of air between his teeth. “You’re wanting to come already?” His thumb spread her folds and found that sweet spot that made her cry out. “Can’t wait, huh?” His h*ps pumped once, twice, bringing her to the edge.
“God, yes,” she gasped.
“I want to make you come over and over. Every day.” His voice was husky, smoky, and she wondered what it would feel like if he spoke against her aching core.
“Oh, yes… Kynan… now.”
As though a dam had broken, he began to pound into her, at the same time he slid her back and forth on the polished tabletop. The friction burned her back, candle wax sprinkled onto her belly and br**sts, and lust blazed between her legs.
His pace became furious, and the wet sound of their bodies colliding became a trigger for that most primitive response for any human or demon. Release blasted through her, rocking her so hard that one of the candles tipped over, splashing hot wax across her ribs even as Kynan’s hot se**n splashed inside her.
It struck her then that he’d not used a condom.
She was on the Pill, thank God. She wasn’t worried about disease. She was much more worried about accidental pregnancy. Any child born to her and a human would be three-quarters human, one-quarter demon, and, to many, an abomination.
Though she could scarcely breathe, she managed to lift her upper body enough to prop herself on her elbows. She and Kynan were still locked together. He stood between her legs, head hanging, chest heaving with the force of his breaths. His sweater had ridden up, revealing a holster beneath. He was armed, ready for a fight.
“I’m on the Pill.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait. The thought of that… guy… touching you—”
“What guy?”
“Last night. I saw you with someone in the hospital parking lot.”
Bitterness welled up, ruining her postcoital glow. “Lore? So that was what this was about? You were jealous?”
In the dim light cast by the candles, she saw his expression turn savage. “What were you thinking? The guy is a demon—”
“And that’s none of your business.” She shoved at his chest hard enough to make him step back, and she nearly cried out at the loss, the emptiness. “You gave up the right to be jealous when you dumped me.”
“That’s not how it was.” His voice was hard and his jaw was tight as he tucked himself back into his pants so quickly that in seconds she never would have known they’d just had incredible sex.
Except she was still exposed, half-naked. Awkwardly, she yanked down her skirt and tugged her shirt together to cover her br**sts. “No? That’s how it was to me. And this?” She gestured between them. “This wasn’t making love. This was a jealousy f**k. A year ago, that would have been enough for me, but not anymore. So get out.”
“Gem—”
“Get. Out!”
He regarded her with shuttered eyes, his frustration obvious in the taut lines of his body. For a second she thought he’d argue, but then he stalked to the door and whipped it open. She hadn’t thought he could hurt her more than when he’d given her the kiss-off through Runa, but as he closed the door behind him, she realized she was wrong.
So very wrong.
That could have gone better, Kynan thought, as he walked down the hallway of Gem’s apartment building
He scrubbed his hand over his face and tried to tell himself that he wasn’t the world’s biggest bastard.
Liar.
He turned around and stared at her door, tempted to go back and explain. Apologize. Except she was seriously worked up, and he doubted he’d get far.
He was such an a**hole.
Asshole doesn’t cover it, a**hole.
Cursing, he spun around and headed for the elevator. He was staying with Eidolon and Tayla, because although he’d prefer a hotel room, Tay had insisted. Besides, staying with them gave all of them an opportunity to catch up and compare notes on the recent happenings on Earth and in Sheoul.
He wondered if Gem knew he was staying with her sister.
Him and his hero complex.
Okay, that was a fair assessment. But his complex wasn’t about accolades or the happy-happy feeling that came from rescuing kittens in trees or parachuting into war zones to save downed soldiers. He didn’t care if anyone knew the good he’d done. He just needed to do it. To make a difference.
Sure, he could make a difference on the streets as a paramedic or a cop. He could re-enlist and make a difference by patching up injured troops. But deep down, he’d always wanted to do things on a grander scale. Which meant saving not a few men, but mankind as a race.
That was a big f**king joke, because he couldn’t save himself, let alone mankind.
He made it to the elevator, punched the Down button, and a moment later the doors slid open. The bastard Gem had been with last night stepped out.
Territorial rage spun up faster than a spring storm, and Kynan moved to block the guy. “Lore, right?”
The male narrowed his dark eyes. “Who are you?”
I’m the man who is going to sever your head from your body, demon.
Kynan reached automatically for the dagger tucked inside his jacket pocket, but fumbled the hilt as Gem’s voice tripped through his head. You gave up the right to be jealous when you dumped me. This wasn’t making love. This was a jealousy f**k.
And wouldn’t killing her lover prove exactly what she’d said.
Though every instinct screamed at him to kill the demon in front of him, he drew his hand away from the weapon. “Who am I?” he asked calmly. “I’m your competition.”
Wincing at his muscle aches, Eidolon donned a paper gown and finished gloving up as Shade and Luc rolled a stretcher laden with two hundred pounds of pregnant Suresh demon into the first trauma room. The female moaned and tossed her head, her black dreads smacking against equipment that threatened to topple.
“No progression of labor since we picked her up,” Shade said. “I can make the womb contract, but there seems to be a blockage.”
“Page Shakvhan.” Normally Eidolon wouldn’t require a female physician to handle a birth, but Sureshi females were notorious male-haters, and they responded much better to the same sex. How they ever managed to get pregnant was a mystery.
“I’ll clean up the rig,” Luc said, and slipped out of the room. The warg was a great paramedic in the field, but once he brought in a patient, he wanted nothing more to do with them.
The Suresh lifted her head and screamed, and blood gushed from between her muscular legs. Shade gripped her hand, his dermoire glowing as he channeled power into her. “It’s coming.”
“Hurts,” she moaned through clenched teeth.
“Guess we’re not waiting for Shakvhan.” Eidolon would have to take his chances with the female and hope she didn’t bite his arm off.
Quickly, he set up a sterile field. Shade assisted with towels as the female pushed, her contractions coming one on top of the other.
“There we go,” Eidolon breathed, as the infant’s head began to crown. It was big. Bigger than it should have been… and smoother. “Shade, contract the uterus.”
Shade moved his hand down the Suresh’s swollen stomach and closed his eyes. The female cried out and bore down.
The infant’s head emerged. Eidolon swore silently. This wasn’t a Sureshi baby, and he had a moment of both dread and joy at his sudden suspicion.
“You’re doing good, female,” he said. “Shade, one more.”
Another contraction rocked her, and the infant slid fully out, covered in blood and birth fluids, but the dermoire on the infant’s right arm confirmed his suspicions. Seminus demon. The mother was not going to be happy.
“Shade, I need you to take the infant.”
Surprise flickered in his brother’s dark eyes. This was only the second Seminus born at UG. The first, over ten years ago, had possessed the markings of one of the Seminus Council members, and the mother had wanted the infant. Eidolon had a feeling the Suresh would not. At least, she wouldn’t want to raise it. Eat it, maybe. Kill it, definitely. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">