Embrace of the Damned (33 page)

“The first thing I thought of when I thought of you was a Jujyfruit.” He grinned at her. “But I also think of the dragonfly. It’s a symbol of transformation and self-realization.”

Jessa rose from the couch and walked over to him. She went up on her tiptoes and gave him a slow kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Broder. It’s probably the best, most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”

His body tensed and hers responded, but she forced herself to ease away from him. She slipped the pendant into his hand. “Will you please put it on me?”

The pendant looked extra fragile in his large, rough hand. She doubted his big fingers would even be able to work the clasp, but he managed to open the tiny lobster claw. She turned, pulling her hair up and allowing him to drape the cool chain against the warm flesh of her neck. His fingers brushed her nape and sent shivers down her spine.

She turned, looking down at the dragonfly that lay just above her breasts. “I choose the dragonfly as my sigil. As soon as I know how to layer spells on this talisman, I’ll start working on it.”

She remained there, standing just in front of him. She simply didn’t want to move away. The heat of his body and the scent of him, all of it comforted her. A swell of emotion swamped her for a moment.

How she wanted to keep this man.

Reaching out slowly, she laid her palm against his chest, right over the place where his cold, soul-stealing demon sliver lay. “I know this relationship is doomed. I know that Loki will pull you from me. I want to hold myself away from you, to protect both of us from the future.” She raised her gaze to his. “But I’m having trouble with that.”

Broder cupped her nape and pulled her face flush against his, holding his mouth a breath’s space from hers. “I want you to stay with me.”

“I want that, too.” Her breath warmed his lips. “I would. Always, if I could.”

His gaze dropped to her lips. She could tell that he was fighting the urge to bite her, to mark her. She wanted him to do it. “You make me insane with need for you.”

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Likewise, I’m sure.” Her hips pressed into his pelvis and she knew he would have her there,
right now
, up against the couch.

His mouth hovered over hers. “There’s no going back from this. You touch me, I want you. There’s a point when I have trouble stopping and I’m at it. Are you sure?”

She bit her lower lip. “I want you. I want you forever, Broder, but barring that … I want you right now.”

His hands moved to the small of her back and pulled her shirt over her head. He dropped it to the floor, leaving her clad from the waist up in only her bra, and cupped the back of her head, fisting his fingers in her hair hard, just shy of bringing her pain, and brought his mouth down on hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth and her body tingled, electrified from his touch and what she knew was about to happen.

She pushed his shirt up, revealing his hard, muscled stomach and the amazing sculpted plane of his chest. His skin was warm to her touch, hard steel covered by soft satin. Once his shirt was removed, her fingers went to the button and zipper of his jeans at the same time his fingers went to hers. They fumbled together, both eager to feel bare skin against bare skin. They unclothed each other.

Soon her smooth body slid against his. It nearly made
her purr. Then she jolted, remembering something. “Erik isn’t going to walk in on us, is he?”

Broder’s full lips curved in a smile. He pushed her back, so she tumbled onto the couch. “He’s gone for the morning.”

“Good thing.” She relaxed back into the pillows.

He stood, his gaze traveling from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes and not missing an inch of bare skin in between. All she wore was the dragonfly pendant. “Have I mentioned lately that you’re gorgeous?”

She smiled, her cheeks heating. “A few times.”

“Then let me show you.” He came down over her body. “With my hands and my tongue and my—”

She gasped as his fingers moved between her legs. “Yes, please show me,” she breathed. “I want to be shown.”

His lips brushed against hers with gentleness surprising from a man like him. She fought through the fog in her mind, trying to grasp some thread of sanity. It kept slipping away like the memory of a dream in the morning. It didn’t help that he was stroking her nipple, making her squirm. Molten pleasure warmed her once more. He touched her as if her body were completely owned by him.

She wished it could be true for forever, instead of on a temporary basis.

Jessa snaked her hand between their bodies, grasped his cock at the base, then pumped him against her palm. He groaned low in his throat. She loved the sounds he made, and loved the feel of him so weighty and hard in her hand. Loved even more that it was
her
touch that made him that way.

Unable to resist the delectable spread of his muscled chest and stomach, she leaned in and scattered kisses along his heated flesh. She licked and sucked her way over the luscious expanse and made her way downward, over his rippled, hard abdomen, finally reaching his cock. It was a beautiful organ. She wanted to lick it, suck it. She laved the smooth head, wanting to feel it against her tongue.

Broder’s body went stiff and he let out a low, sexy groan,
letting his head fall back against the headrest of the couch. She licked again, this time tracing her tongue up the full length of it. She wanted to make him come this way, but first she wanted to make him crazy.

“Fuck, Jessa,” Broder groaned. “You’re teasing me.”

She smiled around the head of his cock. He sounded so tortured. Okay, fine. He didn’t want her to tease? She sucked him into the warm recesses of her mouth, drew him out, and pushed him back in again very slowly. She couldn’t get the whole of him in her mouth, but she did her best, letting her tongue explore him from the base to the crown.

Broder exhaled hard and fisted his hands in her hair, letting loose a string of words in some language she thought must be Norwegian.

Her own body reacted to the act of giving him pleasure, her nipples going hard and a slow, sweet ache beginning between her thighs. She found a measure of control in this act that she enjoyed. He was at her mercy in this moment.

She held all the power now.

Shifting her knees, she set herself to pleasing him, fondling the base of him as she drew his cock deep into her mouth and sucked it in again, over and over. His cock glistened with her saliva. He seemed especially sensitive in the area just under the head of his cock, so she tongued it and rubbed her lips over it, making him groan her name.

“Bad girl. You’re going to make me come,” he growled.

She grinned up at him. “That’s the general idea.”

He growled and pulled her up, forcing her onto his lap to straddle him. Clearly he had other ideas. His cock met her sex, but did not slide in. Instead he crushed her to his chest, his fingers tangling in her hair, and kissed her deeply.

Broder let his hand slide down, over her mound, where he stroked her clit with his broad thumb until she gasped into his open mouth. Rotating his thumb against her, he caressed her until she throbbed, until she was up against a looming climax and pleasure poured through her body in waves.

“I want to watch you come,” he purred.

She moved her hips, forcing a bit more pressure against his thumb. “I’m close.” She closed her eyes, amazing pleasure coursing through her body.

“Not yet, my treasure. I want
you
to watch yourself come as well.”

She opened her eyes. “What?”

He guided her to stand up, turned her around, and drew her back down onto his lap, parting her thighs as wide as they would go and hooking her inner knees on the outside of his legs so she couldn’t close them. Then he pointed straight ahead of them.

Then she understood. The full-length antique mirror stood directly across from them, reflecting their every move. The mirror’s reflection showed her looking bed tousled and well loved. Her nipples were reddened and hard, and her sex appeared pink, excited, and swollen. The image of herself so aroused was strangely erotic.

Broder placed his mouth near her ear and spoke, raising all the tiny hairs along her body. “The reflection of you kneeling between my legs with your mouth on me drove me insane. Now it’s your turn.”

He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his stroking fingers, making ecstasy shoot straight to her groin. Her hips thrust forward of their own accord, wanting him to fill her. She felt so empty.

“I’m going to make you come, Jessa,” he murmured. “I don’t want to see your gaze move from that mirror. Understand?”

She nodded, her lips parted slightly and color staining her cheeks. This man was the only one in the world who could make her feel this way—so desperate for his touch. She’d get down on her knees and beg right now if it meant he’d touch her more.

He moved his big hands over her abdomen to her inner thighs. “A little more.”

She gave him what he wanted—would give him anything.

He pulled her labia apart, then dipped his finger down,
gathered moisture, and slicked it over her swollen, throbbing clit. “So pretty. So perfect,” he murmured, stroking the pad of his finger over it, soft and slow.

She moaned. Jessa’s hips jerked involuntarily as she watched him caress her so intimately in the mirror’s reflection. His hand looked huge and strong against the slenderness of her thighs. Almost panting, she watched his finger move up and down.

“This will feel even better,” he rasped. His voice held the first hint that his incredible level of control might be slipping. She wanted to see him lose it. He pushed two fingers deep inside her sex. “It’s hot in there, and so soft.” She watched, moaning as his thick digits disappeared into the depths of her and then reappeared over and over as he thrust.

“Do you like that,
skatten min
?” His voice was a deeper rasp now and she could feel the press of his massive erection at her back. This had to be killing him as much as it was killing her.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “But I want your cock, Broder. I want you to fill me.”

He groaned. “
Soon
. Is this going to make you come?”

She made a small, helpless sound at the back of her throat.
“Yes
.”

“Come on, baby,” he purred. “Give in.”

A powerful climax crashed into her, stealing her breath. For a moment she couldn’t even moan. She watched her body in the mirror. Her face had flushed and her body shook with gentle, pleasurable spasms, the muscles of her sex pulsing.

Before the waves of her climax had completely ebbed away, he shifted her to the couch, grabbed her hips, and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. Jessa’s breath hissed out as she watched his big body moving over her, then looked down to see his cock push deep inside her. She grabbed his arms and arched her back, panting as he filled her deeper and deeper.

Broder tipped his head back and groaned as he pressed into her farther, stretching her muscles so exquisitely. He
pushed in until he was seated to the base of his cock within her. “I’m going to make love to you until you can’t see straight,
skatten min
.” He pulled back out of her slowly, making her feel every inch of his cock.

She bit her lower lip and moaned. “Yes, please.” Her voice came out a breathy, lust-filled whisper. “Take me deep. Take me hard, Broder.”

“As you wish.”

He grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her just the way she’d asked for. She held on tight to his arms, her fingernails digging in, the relentless, hard slam of him vibrating through her body. With every thrust, the head of his cock sent skitters of pleasure up her spine.

As a climax built to a pitch, she watched the muscles in Broder’s shoulders, chest, and arms work. She watched his hips thrust back and forth and the easy glide of his cock in and out of her body.

Then she looked up into his face and her heart dropped out of her chest. Their gazes caught and held. Such emotion roiled in his eyes; it took her breath away. It was as if Broder had added a bit of his own soul to hers as they made love. The knowledge of how much pleasure they gave and received was intoxicating.

Another climax overtook her body, forcing her to break their shared gaze. Arching her back, her head falling against the headrest, she shuddered, moaned, and shook, allowing the orgasm to completely dominate her body. Spasms of pleasure coursed through her, causing her muscles to pulse around Broder’s still-thrusting cock.

Broder rasped out a few words in some language she didn’t recognize, then closed his eyes and groaned. Jessa felt his cock jump deep inside her.

When it was over and they were both boneless with satisfied sexual lassitude, Broder slid down to the carpet on the floor, taking her with him. Together they snuggled on the soft rug.

Sighing, Jessa smiled and rested her head on his chest. To think that this wouldn’t last forever—that they wouldn’t
always have each other, or that they wouldn’t be able to suddenly give in to each other’s desires—was unthinkable to her in this moment.