She lay back, but her face broadcast her disappointment when he didn’t follow her down. Instead, he was bending over her, and he knew he was too large. Too male. All her feminine instincts were rioting in protest, screaming for her to run. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, his voice a silky promise as he stripped off the red satin, tossing it away to land on the floor behind them in soft whisper of sound. The dress fell away from her like a cocoon, leaving her only the wicked garter belt and shoes.
“Take them off, too,” she whispered.
“You sure?” He was asking about more than just her heels. When she nodded, he slid his fingers down her calf, pulling off the stilettos and discarding them but leaving her the garter belt he’d secured for her.
“Yes.” Tonight, she was taking what she wanted. Tomorrow, she could go back to her old life. Do the responsible thing. Tonight was her one chance. “Yes, Zer.” Leaning up into his hard chest, she reached for the buttons of his shirt. Wanting to undo him the way he’d undone her.
She undid buttons, fascinated by the thickly muscled male chest framed by the sides of the shirt. Pulling off the shirt, she wanted to lick him all over. The deep golden color of his skin, the earthy scent of him, were an open invitation to touch. To taste.
When she gave in to the temptation and ran a hand over that dusky skin, he groaned. “Be sure, baby.” He inhaled deeply, as if he wanted her inside and out. “Be very sure. Last chance.”
“Bond with me.”
His primitive growl of satisfaction was all the warning he gave, and then his large hand was gently pressing her forward. She went. Wrapping her legs around him, rocking her garter-belt-framed pussy against that delicious strength.
The candles flickered dimly; Nael was just a shadow beside them.
A thousand wicked fantasies boiled through her mind. Zer would do what he wanted; she knew that. And she would enjoy it. Would enjoy every dark taste. His touch. After tonight, he’d know her better than anyone. She was okay with that, she decided.
He helped her settle back against his sheets until the decadent fabric slid against her stocking-clad legs. “We’re doing this my way,” he warned. “You’re going to give it up to me, Nessa. Every bit of pleasure. I’m going to be watching
you
. You’re not hiding from me tonight. You’re going to come for me.”
Nessa St. James was not an easy woman, and Zer knew she didn’t open up for just anyone. But now she was spread deliciously wide beneath him and not just in the sexual sense. Her cream teased him, but not half as much as her soul. The sweet, hot heat of her essence was flooding him.
Unable to resist, he allowed himself the smallest sip of her soul. Her aura reflected heated shock, feminine curiosity and—God—arousal. Pure, sweet arousal.
She wasn’t afraid of him—or this.
She
wanted
this.
Deliberately, he wrapped her hands around the frame of the headboard, bending his head toward hers. “I need to tie you there, baby, or will you stay put?” Those sweet brown eyes of hers widened. Hesitated. Then she nodded, and a dark lick of pleasure shot through him. She’d play this game with him, would give every bit as good as she got.
When he slid his fingers from hers, sure enough, she stayed put. “Now we’re going to get you wet for me, baby.”
Moving down her body, he stripped away her garter belt and hose, uncovering those last few inches of soft flesh.
Damned if he couldn’t stop staring at her. She was beautiful. Not an airbrushed, lingerie-catalog kind of beauty, but something else. Her body was blatantly feminine, the soft lines drawing him downward. In. The dimpled curve of her belly was an invitation he couldn’t resist, so he ran an exploring finger over that soft skin, watching as she stilled. The lush heat of her warmed some part of him he hadn’t realized was cold.
He ran his knuckles down her jaw, along the line of her throat. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely. “Let me show you.”
Losing this battle wasn’t an option, so he planned his attack as he moved down. Pressing hot kisses down the length of her.
Her hands flexed on the headboard.
“Don’t let go,” he warned, and he turned his attention to her breasts. He had to touch her. As he drew his knuckles along the smooth curve of skin, her nipples pebbled before he’d even touched her with his mouth. He couldn’t hold back the rumble of pleasure welling up inside him. The sweet scent of her skin, the slide of the satin sheets beneath them threatened his control.
“Hell,” he muttered. She was coming apart in his arms, coming without his really touching her, and he was coming undone right alongside her.
“Open up for me.” He deliberately put a hand on her thigh. She’d do this for him. He wouldn’t force her. “Let me taste you.”
She hesitated, her gaze sliding to Nael. Maybe she
was
shy, after all. “He won’t watch you, baby. Not unless you want him to.”
“Who’s he watching, then?” Her voice was a husky whisper of sound in the room. He wasn’t sure Nael was still breathing. Christ, he was holding his own damn breath. Who would have believed that one small female could be so damn powerful?
“Me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “No one. Whatever pleases
you
.” Pausing a beat, he slid a finger down her side, loving the way her wary gaze followed. “Decision time, baby. What do you want?”
His hard mouth bent toward her, blazing a heated trail over the sensitive skin behind her ear, his hands sweeping the loose hair away from the vulnerable nape of her neck. A shiver she would feel straight down to her pussy.
She’d watched Nael, after all. She’d seen Zer’s brother take the woman in the club. Slipping out of the shadows, Nael pressed a small kiss against her fingers. “I’ll be right over there, love, unless you want me.” His dark eyes promised only sweet, sinful pleasure.
Her hands tightened deliberately on the headboard, her thighs parting as she whispered, “He can watch us.”
Zer’s control snapped.
God. She’d never known that a ménage à trois—even this bare hint of a threesome—would make her so needy and aching for his touch. It was strangely, intensely seductive, this pleasure of being watched rather than watching.
He pulled her up and over him, smoothly reversing their positions, so that she straddled him, her legs parting around the delicious ridges of his belly. His cock was thick and hard, a delicious heat that pressed against the sensitive flesh of her pussy.
His fingers wrapped hers around the headboard once again; then he was sliding down her body, promising unspeakable pleasures. Pleasures she’d only dreamed about. She wanted to touch him, but instead her fingers flexed against the smooth wood. The gardenia-and-jasmine scent of the candles swirled around them, fragrant evocations of long nights and lovers.
Behind them, half-hidden once again in the shadows, Nael shifted. Stilled.
Beneath his gaze, she felt every inch of her nakedness. She’d never felt so intensely desirable, so feminine.
The knowledge of his watching, of that dark gaze exploring her,
enjoying
her, added a new dimension to her pleasure. Nael thought she was beautiful. He hungered for her. Suddenly, she felt beautiful, swept away in the heat of the moment.
Anticipation had her pussy tightening as Zer raised her higher, sliding his head lower. His hands stroked softly along her thighs. Opening her farther. The contrast of his dark face, his head between her thighs, was shockingly explicit. Pleasure. Wet heat. She was going up in flames.
“Wait,” she breathed, fighting for control. Losing the battle.
“No.” The gruff command warned her, the rough words an erotic shock reinforced by the short, hard tap his hand delivered on her ass.
Pulling her over him, he buried his face in her sex and dragged his tongue briefly over her clit. A muffled squeak of surprise escaped her before she could choke back the shocked protest. Another sharp tap landed on her rear, and the blazing pleasure jolted her forward onto his wicked tongue. God, she could feel the orgasm coiling tighter and tighter. She couldn’t hold back. Not when he touched her like this.
“I’m going to really kiss you now, baby.” His voice warned her that he was telling, not asking. He was taking what he wanted tonight. Sure enough, his next kiss was not delicate. But sure. Bold. Parting her first with his fingers and then the thick, luscious glide of his tongue. Oh, God. She knew her eyes were drifting shut, but the pleasure—she’d never imagined pleasure like this.
He drew back. Waited.
They were locked in an elemental battle she’d never imagined. She was fighting to keep from coming against his mouth so quickly. Letting him know just how badly he’d undermined her defenses.
Wet and tight, the pleasure coiled fast and hard inside her.
“More.” She gave him the words he demanded, ripping her hands from the headboard to wrap them around his wrists as sensation rocketed through her. “Give me more.”
“No.” Dark eyes watched her from that devilishly cold face, but there was nothing cold about his eyes, not anymore. Those black eyes were pure, liquid heat as they moved over her face.
The sensual smack on the curve of her ass shocked her, the sharp sting fading to a heated burn that shot straight from her pinkened flesh to her weeping pussy. God. All she wanted was to beg for more. For him to touch her harder, deeper. She’d never felt such total pleasure before, the liquid jolts of sensation tearing her apart.
Wordlessly, she stared at him.
“I told you to do something.” She heard the sensual threat in his voice, the promise of heated punishment. His fingers moved, stroking lazy circles so near where she wept to be touched. Her fingers slid away from his wrists as she scrambled to make sense of his words.
Another sensual tap followed, and she moaned helplessly.
“I told you not to let go.”
Would she? Wouldn’t she? She weighed the savage challenge of his eyes with her desperate need to come. God, he was hot. Deliberately, she wrapped her hands around the headboard again.
“Good girl,” he purred. Resentment flickered through her, but too late. Her nerves were on fire.
He dipped his head, and his fingers stroked through the thick folds of her sex as he parted her. Licked at her again, dragging his tongue through her sensitive flesh. The sensual rasp was her undoing.
“God, Zer.”
Her fingers clamped on the headboard with a death grip as she arched her back, giving in to the incredible pleasure.
His husky groan filled her ears as his hands cupped her ass, separating the cheeks as he devoured her. Her entire world narrowed to him and his wicked touch. She knew she was lifting herself to meet each stroke, and she sure as hell didn’t recognize the throaty moan filling the room. God, what had he done to her? She didn’t care, didn’t care, only wanted more. She wanted to touch him, but he wouldn’t allow that, so all she could do was hang on.
It was going to be so very, very good.
“One finger.” His wicked promise made her sex tighten in unfamiliar anticipation. “Let’s see if you can take that much of me, baby.”
A small cry tore from her throat as he followed up on his promise, sliding a thick finger inside her. She could feel herself opening. Parting before his gentle invasion. God, she was so wet.
His penetration was so damn good. “Zer!” She cried his name, sliding her thighs wider, arching into his touch. His mouth. The wicked press of that talented finger, seeking a hidden spot, rubbing gently.
“One more.” His heated promise was all the warning she got before he slid a second finger inside her, sheathing himself in her. “You can take this.” She could hardly hear the intimate growl of his voice over the blinding pleasure consuming her. “You can take me.”
His groan told her he wanted her, too. He wanted this. She wasn’t alone here.
Sensation exploded, a bright burst of pleasure beating behind her closed eyes. She came long and hard, riding his fingers. Drawing him deeper into her until she didn’t know where she ended and he began.
The erotic stillness of her body as she tried to make sense of an overload of sensations rocked his world, teasing all his senses with sensual promise, and then she melted into his embrace.
Good. “First time, baby,” he promised. He moved up her body, bit lightly at the smooth skin of her throat, marking her beneath her ear. Next time she wore that damn chignon of hers, the whole world would see his mark of possession. Would know that she belonged to him.
He shouldn’t be doing this, but the pleasure was a torment now. So long since he’d felt this sense of welcome. Homecoming. As if, in all the universe, this was the one place he belonged. A male could drown in this pleasure.
Christ, he wanted this to be right for her. For him to be her fantasy the way she was his.
Ruthlessly, he stripped off his boots and pants. Shot a look at the shadows. Solid as a rock, there was his boy. Nael hadn’t moved from his position in the darkness. Safe. So, he slid his weapon under the pillow but didn’t remove the pair of blades strapped to his upper arm. Nael had his back, but no way would Zer risk Nessa now. She was worth too damn much. Losing her wasn’t an option, and for reasons he didn’t want to explore. Not now.