Dangerous (Courting the Darkness Saga) (9 page)

He paused briefly,
chucking her under the chin. “I am king everywhere, and as such I do not need
your permission.” Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “And as to where I am
going, I’m making sure the place is secure.” He turned and continued toward her
bedroom.

She stood rooted to her
spot, dumbfounded. She watched him walk right into her bedroom like he owned
the place. Her mind raced frantically.
What
am I gonna do? He’s gotta go, but how?
She managed to get her feet to move
then stood in her doorway, watching him investigate everything.
Think, think, think….
She turned her
head and spotted her jewelry box. She smiled triumphantly as she marched toward
her dresser.

Drake caught her
movement and stopped to watch her. She knew he was still watching her as she
turned her back to him. She could feel it like a physical caress. Grabbing the
box, she rummaged through the jewelry, laughing softly to herself. Her fingers
plucked the gold cross and chain from the clutter.
Yes, this should do it.
Placing the chain around her neck she
turned around and thrust her chest forward, smiling broadly. “See how well you
handle this, sire.”

Chapter Ten

“Hmmm,
an offer.”
His voice was low and
sexy. Her eyes rounded, and his smile broadened at her reaction. He ran his
finger over the cross,
then
let his fingers drop to
caress her breast. Her nipples pebbled. “Not quite begging, but—”

“Oh, shit….” She tried
to take a step back but was already wedged against the dresser, so she placed
her palms against his chest to push him away. She had thought she was clever
putting on the cross, but the instant she had uttered the words she saw her
mistake. “I, uh, that’s not what I meant.”

“Your lovely lips speak
words of denial….” Pulling her to him he brushed his lips lightly over hers.
Her arms relaxed and her body melted into his. He cupped her butt cheeks and pulled
her up against his hard erection. “But your body betrays you. It knows what you
want….” Placing feather soft kisses down her neck, he hovered over the vein
pulsing at the base. Her pulse quickened beneath his tongue as he ran it over
the sweet spot, drawing it into his mouth but not biting. “What you need….” He slid
his hand beneath her skirt; his fingers inched beneath the elastic of her
panties to caress her butt. “What you crave.”

Sherry couldn’t think.
Her body was in
a fervor
. The fiery caresses and soft-spoken
words ignited a sudden craving to be his.
Need churned in the
pit of her belly, settling in her core, cream soaking her panties.
These
new sensations took over and pushed the voice in her head screaming
dangerous
into the background.

He knew the instant she
let down her guard and slipped his finger between her soft folds, pumping in
and out of her. She rocked her hips, soaking his hand with her juices. “Oh,
God,” she moaned. “What’s happening to me?”

“You are discovering
what it means to be a woman, love.” He added a finger, stretching her, plunging
deeper as her inner walls pulsated. “You are so tight.”

She writhed over his
fingers, her breath coming out in short pants. “I’ve never—”

“Let yourself go, love.
Just feel.”

Just feel?
She didn’t know what to feel. Every nerve ending in her body was
hypersensitive. The sensations were building to an almost unbearable level, but
she didn’t want it to stop, not ever. “Please…I need….”

He laughed softly,
withdrew his fingers,
then
took a small step back.

Sherry’s eyes flew open
in confusion and sexual frustration, her body aching for his touch. “Why did
you stop? I thought….” She shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself
self-consciously. “You’re laughing at me—why?”

“I just wanted to prove
a point.”

A point?
Her breathing was slowly coming under her control again as her body cooled a
bit, allowing her to think. “Obviously I miss your point, because I don’t
understand.”

“My point was that I
told you that you would beg me to.”

And I begged
,
ran through her head. Sudden anger and embarrassment washed over her.
“
Why you arrogant
son-of-a-bitch!
”
In a flash, her hand snaked up to slap the smug
look from his face, but his reflexes were faster, catching her wrist in midair.
She tried to yank her hand back as she yelled, “
Let me go!
”

“No, we’re going to
finish this.”

“
The hell we will
.” She balled up her fist on the other hand and
took a swing and him. He dodged that blow too and pinned both hands over her
head. She squealed in frustration,
then
narrowed her
eyes, panting with her struggles. “Just wait until I get loose.”

His smile broadened. “A
little hellcat—mmm, I love your spirit. You’ll make an excellent warrior—and
lover.”

“
Lover!
” she spat. “Fuck you! I wouldn’t sleep with you now if you
were the last man on earth.”

Undaunted, he pulled
her sweater up over her head and past her hands before she even realized he had
loosened his grip. He cupped her breast, running his thumb across her nipple peeking
through the lace, then rolled the marbled bud between his fingers. “The thought
of sleeping hadn’t crossed my mind.”

She stomped her foot
and tried to pull her hands free. “Stop that.”

He smirked, ignoring
her command as his nimble fingers popped the front clasp, and her heavy breasts
swung free of the lacy fabric. His eyes now focused on her exposed skin, and against
her will the rosy peaks puckered under his gaze. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve
desired to taste you from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He pulled her to him,
pressing her body against his hard erection. Then he nuzzled her neck, inhaling
her scent. “Ambrosia—your scent is intoxicating. It’s an alluring mixture of
your arousal and….” He rubbed his cheek against hers, inhaling again. “And—innocence…a
virgin.”

Her heart hammered in
her chest.
He knows
. She renewed her
struggles, now suddenly afraid. She didn’t fear the loss of her
innocence,
it was the fear of losing herself. Her body was
no longer her own. It now craved
his
touch. She wanted more and hated herself for it.

“Please…don’t,” she
said, but her resolve sounded weak even to her own ears. Unable to move, she
watched with morbid fascination as he knelt down, lowered his head, and drew the
aching peak between his lips and suckled. She threw back her head and licked
her lips as sharp waves of pleasure spread throughout her body, leaving her writhing
beneath his skilled mouth.

Sherry was so wrapped
up in feeling that she didn’t notice when he had let go of her arms. She was
now holding on to the back of his head, cupping her breast with the other hand and
feeding it to him. She felt him run his hands down her hips and smoothly slide
her skirt and panties down her legs. She shivered as his lips now traveled
across her abs, and the sharp pangs of need throbbed to new heights. Entwining
her fingers in his hair, she moaned. “Please…don’t…stop.”

He looked up into her
eyes, staring intensely. His were dark and smoldering,
then
he grinned and stood.

Her mouth dropped open.
No not again
, then she panicked. She
frowned, shaking her head frantically. “Don’t you
dare
stop.
”

He chuckled, sweeping
her off her feet and crushing her against his chest as he walked toward the bed.
“No matter how tempting it is to pin that luscious body of yours up against
that wall, bury my cock deep within your liquid heat, and have my fill, I’m not
that selfish.”

Sherry’s frown
intensified as she squirmed in his arms to get away. “Put me down and stop
toying with me.”

He kissed the tip of
her nose and tightened his grip. “I’m not toying with you.”

“Drake, so help me….”
She huffed out a long breath of exasperation. “Just put me down so that I can
go take a cold shower and get dressed.” She looked away to avoid his eyes and
lowered her voice. “I think I’ve suffered enough humiliation for one day. I’d
like to forget about you and this day ever happening.”

“Love, look at me.”

She refused to look at
him. “Just let me go…please.”

She squealed in
surprise as he tossed her onto the bed. He untucked his shirt then pulled it up
over his head. Sherry’s eyes rounded as he exposed his massive muscular chest
and rock hard abs. Her gaze dropped to the bulge straining his leather pants.

***

He had never dealt with
a reluctant woman before, one that turned hot and cold within a second. When he
tossed her on the bed he had every intention of ravaging her, by force if
necessary. He was tired of the games. But he saw her eyes darken and her
nipples pebble as she stared at his crotch; there was something erotic about
that, so he decided to take another tactic and purposefully slowed his
movements. After toeing off his boots, he slipped his pants half way down his
hips, freeing his cock and fisting it with slow deliberate stokes.

***

She sat up and licked
her lips, her eyes focused on his every movement. Her heart hammered in her
chest.
My God
, she thought,
he’s perfect. This can’t be real; I must be
dreaming or still back in that coffin in the mausoleum having dark fantasies.
She reached out her hand to touch, but thought better of it and pulled it back.
But his hand grabbed hers and guided her fingers to the hot silky flesh.

He placed his hand over
hers—guiding her movements—showing her how to please him. He was relieved when
he let go to remove his pants that she kept up on her own, growing bolder as he
lengthened and grew harder in her hands. He clenched his teeth together as his
cock twitched, pre-cum seeping from the engorged head. “I won’t last long if
you keep that up, love.” He placed both hands over hers to stop her movements.
“When I come I want to be buried deep in your tight sheath with it pulsating
around my cock, milking me in the throes of your own pleasure. But….” She shivered,
then
raised her gaze to his. “I want to pleasure you
first.” She bit her bottom lip. “I want to hear you scream out my name when you
come for the first time, and I’ll make sure you come many times before I’ll
even consider letting you out of this bed.”

She just nodded, afraid
to say anything in fear that this fantasy would shatter. She was thoroughly
convinced that her mind was indeed fabricating this. Things like this just
didn’t happen to her.

Chapter Eleven

Drake knelt on the bed
over her and covered her mouth with his. He slipped his tongue between her
parted lips as he eased her down onto the mattress and he lay down beside her.
His tongue stroked hers as his hands caressed and explored her body.

Her legs parted as his
hand slipped between them. She was wet and ached for his touch.

She whimpered when he
broke the kiss and rose above her. He briefly watched her expression change to
wonder, then lust, as he plunged his fingers deep within her, pumping and
stretching as she writhed on the bed, clutching the sheets in her fists.

He continued the tender
assault with his mouth as he traveled down her body, tasting and suckling as
her flesh twitched beneath his lips. Then he settled himself between her legs
and draped her calves over his shoulders.

Her eyes flew open in
surprise and she struggled a bit.
“Drake?”

He grabbed her hips
firmly, staying her movements. “Relax, love. I intend to teach you the
pleasures of the flesh. You will enjoy yourself more if you let it happen. Just
trust me.”

She took a quivering
breath,
then
expelled it slowly. He had her body wound
tight and she needed release. “Okay.” Her gaze met his. “I trust you.”

“Good. Then close those
beautiful eyes and let me have my wicked way with you.” His tone was teasing.

She smiled as she
closed her eyes, responding to his teasing tone. “Yes, sire.”

“Prepare yourself,
vixen; to tease and tempt a king comes with dire consequences.” Her eyes flew
open again. “You will get no rest tonight.”

She laughed softly,
warming up to the playful side of his personality that she hadn’t seen until
now. “I am nothing but your humble servant, sire. I place my body in your
care.”

He lifted an eyebrow
and smacked her on the ass, then massaged the abused area. “You shall be no
one’s servant, vixen. You will be my queen.”

She blinked at him in
surprise.

He plunged three
fingers deep within her, pumping in and out as he rubbed his thumb over her swollen
nub. She caught her breath, raising her hips to the rhythm of his fingers as
her eyes rolled beneath shuttered lids.

“Say it,” he breathed.
“Say the words.”

She whimpered, her head
thrashing from side to side. The sensations running through her body were
intoxicating. She couldn’t think.