Genesis Queen (The Road to Hell Series) (39 page)

The hand on her hip slid up her spine, slow, a caress in sensuality. Fingers tickled her nape, tangled in her hair, and he drew her closer to whisper against her ear. “Let me hear you purr for
me
, kitten.” Her breath hitched. “Not because you’re eating my seraph, but because of
me
and what
I
do to you.” His hot wet tongue licked her earlobe. “How
I
make you feel.”

“N-Nix….”

Get a better excuse than him because Micah won’t buy it
, Usha chided.

“We can wake him and allow him to watch.”

Told ya
. Lynx chuckled.

Somehow, she must exert control. But thinking was next to impossible in his embrace, with his breath on her neck and his tongue scaling her ear. Stalling for time, she leaned back to meet his eyes. They’d gone fiery orange; the man had gone angel. She loved his appearance, pale blue skin, a perfect match to his human arctic gaze, and those corkscrew fiber-optic looking wings that fascinated her. Beauty. Stunning. And….

“You tried to rape me.”

That’s what you lead with when you want to gain control
? Usha made a face.
Yikes. Next time, I should be allowed to manage the situation
.

Micah froze. Even his breath halted. “You tried to kill me.”

“No.” She attempted to push away, but he held her snug against him. “I told you I altered the angle of my blade at the last moment.” An action she should regret. Killing him had been on her agenda until she entered Hell to save Nix. Nothing had been the same since. None of her emotions and damn sure not her resolve to resist Micah.

“No tongue burn. So you know I’m speaking true. You cannot deny you would’ve raped me if not for Zen.”

He abruptly released her. She pushed to her knees, staring down at him. He reclined his head against the sofa. Eyes hooded, jaw clenched, his accent rolled around her with the force of a cyclone, ripping away the restraints keeping her arousal in check. “I was angry.”

“No excuse.”

“I’ve changed since then.” No physical reaction. He spoke the truth, or at least he believed what he said. “I have a few regrets where you’re concerned.”

Wow! As far as apologies went, it sucked. But with his pride eclipsing the universe, it’d be as close to an admission of guilt as she would receive.

“Your fake death altered me in ways I’m still struggling to understand.” More truth from him. His fingers sliced through his hair. “I should not have treated you so…callously. You deserve my respect. Forgive me for my imperfections, or take your knife”—he ripped his tie off, tossed it on the floor and slowly unbuttoned the remainder of his shirt. He nodded at the blade strapped to her thigh—“and plunge it straight into my heart this time.”

Gripping the edges of the fabric, Micah pulled open his shirt and showcased his ripped torso. Smooth, perfect skin, without a hint she’d stabbed him just a month ago.

What trickery was this? He didn’t really want her to kill him. If she even could with the blade. The dragon foil hadn’t slayed him the first time, but she hadn’t pierced his heart, either.

When she made no effort to move, he reacted. Yanking the knife from its sheath on her thigh, he slapped the hilt into one of her palms and forced her fingers around the cool grip. He tugged her arm forward until the razor-sharp tip indented the skin over his heart.

She shifted. He held tight, denying her effort to withdraw.

“Make a choice. Right now. Trust me or don’t.”

“Release me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“No.”

Primal agony flashed in his eyes. The angel evaporated, the human remained, and his grip tightened. “You’ve already murdered me. Shove those dragon scales into my heart and put me out of my misery.”

“No.” The idea horrified her.

Micah towed her hand forward, sinking the blade half an inch into his chest. The tug of flesh against the sharp edge sickened her. The wound burned, smoldered, and blood oozed down his chest.

Terrible waste of blood
. Lynx sulked, pondering ways to take the blood without eliminating the conversation.

The defeat on his face terrified her and intrigued her succubus.

“Stop,” she demanded when the dragon scales sank a little deeper into his flesh. More blood welled around the weapon.

Pain creased the corners of his eyes and created white brackets around his mouth. The farther the blade penetrated the more the hissing and smoking increased. Regular metal wouldn’t have caused any physical reaction, but dragon scales were toxic to Kings.

She met the resistance of a rib.

Madison yanked her arm back and flung the blade across the room. It clattered to the floor.

“Dragon blade.” The weapon rematerialized in his palm. “Finish it, Madison. You don’t want to be with me. You distrust me. Put me out of my fucking misery because I’m already dead.”

She’d made no decision to not be with him. As for trust…she was still learning how far she could place her reliance in him. With her life, no question he had her back. But her heart was an altogether different dilemma. His giving up on her pissed her off. “You’re like the Energizer Bunny, you keep going and going and going no matter what I say. It’s the one constant I
can
count on. I
do not
want you dead.” The unbelievable fucking truth! “I don’t know if I should be with you. I want to give you my heart again, but how can I be sure you won’t crush it once more?” Oh, God, had she said the last part aloud? She gulped and rushed on. “Since when do you accept defeat?”

How dare he give up on her!

“You’re right, I don’t surrender.” The glint in his eyes said he never had. “Ever. My tactics vary, but never my determination.”

Madison sucked in a harsh breath. He’d played her.

“Use the knife to impede my
determination
to have you.” The blade was slapped into her palm again. “Purr for me, kitten, or show me your claws.”

“Micah—”

It was all she got out before his hands were in her hair, pulling her down to meet him halfway. His mouth slammed against hers and he plunged his tongue inside to stroke against hers. So focused on the glide of him inside her, she forgot to breathe and grew lightheaded. A moment later, he kicked the coffee table away and tumbled her to the rug. Their gazes held for a split second—though it felt like a lifetime of communication traversed between them—before he settled his weight atop her, chest to chest, belly to belly, hip to hip…jean-clad erection to her aroused pussy.

Madison gasped and almost came right then.

A brief twitch to his lips. He knew. And was pleased by her reaction.

Willpower null, she trembled with need as the blade thumped from her palm to the rug. She wanted two men. Shame should’ve had her pushing Micah away and fleeing to Nix. Or calling out for Zen’s support. She was too wrapped up in the sensual embrace of her husband. Nix and Zen were only scant thoughts.

“Kiss me, kitten.”

Those words, in that fuck-me accent, made opposing his request impossible. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, she pulled him down and mated their mouths. Not for a moment did she fancy to be in control. Micah navigated the pace. Kissed with the finesse of a millennia-old lover. Like a fallen angel who devoted untold centuries to carnal pursuits.

Soft and slow, then so deep she imagined they were fused together.

Doomed had just become her middle name.

An undulation of his pelvis against hers and she groaned. The sound never surfaced. He swallowed it inside him.

He placed moist kisses down her neck. Ripped her shirt off and continued his wet caress. Her nipples ached for his attention, and she whimpered when his teeth raked over a tight peak. He alternated between them until she begged for him to push inside her.

He ignored her pleas and licked down her belly. Swirled his tongue around her navel and dragged his teeth lower. Her hand clenched tighter in his hair. She wouldn’t allow him to change his mind.

The light tingle of magic tickled the base of her neck and her jeans and panties dissolved in a rush of air. She lay naked beneath her very clothed husband.

A pillow appeared in his hand and he pressed it behind her head. “Watch me make you purr, kitten.”

Palms to the insides of her thighs, his hands slid down to the backs of her knees. Madison shivered at the possessive glow in his eyes as he pushed her legs toward her body, spreading them. The position opened her wide for him and left her vulnerable. A hot blush suffused her body.

Wayward strands of his hair tickled her intimate flesh, teasing her with his pending intent. She tried to pull him down faster, but he weathered her silent entreaty and moved at his own pace.

One swipe of his tongue against her folds and she trembled, on the verge of shattering.

Too soon
.

Not soon enough
, Lynx contradicted.

Hold back
. Micah’s foreign lilt pushed into her mind.

She would try her damnedest. Her best prediction, she wouldn’t last five minutes. Eyelids closing, she wrapped her fingers tighter around his hair. The cool strands would suffice as her anchor to this world.

“Leave,” she heard someone say and her eyes snapped open in time to see rainbow orbs. She’d forgotten about Zen. The rough swipe of her husband’s tongue had her lids slipping closed again, forgetting her friend’s exit.

Can’t hold back, Micah
, she said telepathically.

Watch me
. Even in her head he had an accent.

Her eyes fluttered open. Nix stood at her side, inspecting their display of carnal pleasure. Immobilized by horror, disgrace punched her in the gut, murdering her climax. She didn’t just dishonor him; she sullied their relationship.

Madison squirmed to get out from under Micah and yanked on his hair. His grip tightened on her legs, holding her to him, as Nix’s lethargic gaze swept upward and met hers. Her husband nipped her thigh, surveying Nix, as the Sherlock went to his knees beside her.

“Allow Micah to finish.” Her lover plucked her hands off the King’s head and wound her husband’s castoff tie around her wrists. The man had a serious fetish with binding her. Securing them together, he pulled her arms over her head with the extra length and kissed her. He delved deep into her mouth, his free palm gliding over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then lower across her belly and threading into her intimate curls. Callused fingers penetrated her and pumped. They exited her body much too soon, rotating over her clitoris, as he said against her lips, “You’re so wet for him, baby. Allow him to finish.”

With his fingers on her clit, thinking was almost beyond her ability. She licked her lips. “Nix, I’m—”

“Shh…don’t think.” He nipped her bottom lip, soothed the sting away with a lick. “Let go. Be free. I want to watch him get you off.” Surprised by the request, she gaped at him. “Say, yes, baby.”

A brief nod was all she could tender. Another carnal kiss, a mouthed ‘thank you’ and then he moved behind her. Legs stretching out on either side of her, he dumped the pillow and offered his chest as support for her head, angling her so she had a perfect view of Micah. Using the excess length of the tie, he pulled her arms over one of his shoulders, wrapped the silk around his neck and held it secure over the other side of his chest. His free arm circled her and his palm cupped a breast, his thumb flicking back and forth over the sensitized nipple.

Her husband watched them, his eyes smoldering like the flames of Hell he’d created. Holding her gaze, he lowered his head slowly. She tensed in anticipation…expelled a whimper when his tongue danced over her intimate flesh.

Men as different as the spirit realms they represented, and they both coveted her. Micah lowered her legs over his shoulders and stared at her as he licked her from her opening to her clit. Gentle fingers spread her as her belly twitched in anticipation. A finger from the other hand teased her entrance before sinking inside. A second joined the first and scissored inside her as he thrust them…languidly. More noises leeched from her throat, and she rocked her hips, trying to quicken his pace.

“Patience, kitten.”

“Patience isn’t her strength.”

Micah flicked a glance at Nix. “Then we’ll teach her.”

We
? They planned for this to happen again? These two united against her spelled disaster for her.

The divergent scents of the guys blended. White lightning and spring storms coalesced with sunshine and sea salt. Combined they generated peace, a false sense of serenity, and enhanced her stimulation.

Fingers moving inside her pussy, Micah met her gaze as he licked around her clitoris in light, wispy strokes.

Force him to make us scream
.
Now
. Usha grew desperate, clawing for liberty from her mental shackles.

Like Madison possessed any control over Micah. Not during their courtship or marriage—and damn sure not since.

Madison managed to keep her demon caged. She’d take what Micah offered in Nix’s arms, but if her Lynx came out to play she’d be begging them for double penetration.

Hell, yes
, her succubus agreed and slammed against the mental irons Madison held around her. They held only because she willed it so.

At the look in Nix’s eyes, she feared they’d grant her request for a threesome. What she allowed was bad enough. She wouldn’t go further no matter how good her Lynx promised it would be.

The tip of Micah’s tongue circled her clitoris. Way too light of a stroke to do more than increase her desire. Then he flattened his tongue and dragged it across her clit. Her breath shuddered out of her lungs. She forgot to breathe when he repeated the steps over and over. Heat exploded in her belly, and ruptured through her nervous system, leaving her no time to prepare for the climax that washed over her.

With a startled cry, she bowed against Nix. Moans and whimpers leaked from her throat as Micah licked her through the orgasm. Pleasure turned into mini-jerks of sensitivity and high-pitched whimpers with each one. Still she didn’t demand he stop.