He tore the towel off her head to toss it away. Wet ringlets fell free. They were cold but he fisted a handful of hair at the base of her neck, gently forcing her to look at him. No fear showed but she still had tears glistening in her eyes. He knew it wasn’t from pain, his hold was not that tight.
He lowered his head, bowed his body enough to go nose to nose with her and softly growled. “You’re all I want to know.”
“You just feel grateful but you don’t need to. I was doing my job.”
“You were ordered to steal me?”
“No.”
“Was it your job to get into…” He paused, recalling the term. “Hot water by taking me somewhere else so you could sleep by my side?”
“No.”
“Why did you do it?”
She tried to look away but he moved with her, keeping her head still with his fisted hold to prevent her from being able to break eye contact.
“Why did you do it?” he repeated.
Her pause made him want to snarl. She resisted answering him. She blinked. “I became obsessed with you.”
Obsidian contemplated the meaning of that.
“I, um, know how wrong that was. I knew even if I woke you that you would probably hate me.”
“I don’t. Why would it be wrong? What is wrong with this? Us?”
More tears filled her eyes. “You’ve been through so much, Obsidian. I feel as though I’m taking advantage of you or screwing you up more. You’re so tough but emotionally you have to be reeling from all you’ve survived.”
“I’m bigger than you are.”
“Strength and size has nothing to do with taking advantage of someone. I know how vulnerable people are when they’ve suffered great trauma. You’ve experienced a lifetime of them, one after another.”
Something clicked in his mind. “You still continue to think I’m replacing 46 with you.”
“Maybe. It’s possible.”
He remembered that she’d lost a male she once loved. “Are you using me to replace your lost mate?”
“No.” Her eyes widened, shocked he’d ask. He believed her.
“I’m not him and you are not 46.” He tilted his head slightly. “This isn’t wrong. It doesn’t feel that way. This is right. Feel it.” He paused. “Feel me.” He released her hair and cupped the back of her head, pulling her mouth to his.
He enjoyed kissing Alli. The softness of her mouth, the way she sucked in air right before he sealed his lips over hers. Her eager response when he delved his tongue inside to link them together assured him she wanted him as much as he did her. Alli’s hand on his shoulder tightened and her little fingernails dug into his skin with just enough pressure to make his dick fill with blood. Her other hand slid up his cheek to tangle in his hair, holding him in place too.
He hugged her around her waist with his free arm to press her tighter against his body until she felt one with him. She was his and he wouldn’t let her go. No other female would attract him more than she did. Alli was all he wanted, all he needed. He just had to teach her that he did know his own mind and body. Her worries about him being confused were wasted.
Alli melted against him, her compliance a sexy thing that made his desire to mount her grow into a painful throbbing in his dick. He ended the kiss, both of them panting, and their gazes met. The sadness was gone to be replaced by need for him.
Mine!
Her gaze searched his. “Obsidian?”
“No talking.” He eased her down his body a little and released her, backing out of her hold. “Remove that thing.” He didn’t hide the distaste in his expression when he glanced down her body. “It is ugly.”
She laughed, not insulted. “It’s my bathrobe.”
“Throw it away.”
Blonde eyebrows arched but she didn’t protest, just untied the belt at the waist. He fought the urge to lunge at her while she struggled free of all the material, some of it trapped under her legs. The towel under it wasn’t welcome but she removed it without being asked.
“On the bed now.”
“So demanding.” She kept smiling. “It’s a good thing I can get past that little flaw of yours.”
“I’m perfect.”
Her gaze slid down his torso to his waist as she laughed. “Almost. You still have pants on.”
He enjoyed the way she teased him as she lifted up and sat naked on the edge of the bed. Her thighs parted to reveal her sex just enough to make him want her more. His thumbs hooked the waist of his sweatpants, shoved, and he stood as he removed them.
“Lie back.”
The smile faded but she didn’t show fear as she did as he commanded. He stalked closer to stare down at her. She looked so appealing with her hair spread out over the mattress, her pale skin, and those blue eyes of hers fixed on his face.
“Turn over.”
The hesitation frustrated him but he was stunned when she suddenly bolted upright and her hand gripped the shaft of his cock. It didn’t hurt, her fingers gentle as they wrapped around him near the base.
“What are you doing?”
“You never kissed anyone before me. You never had sex in any position besides doggy either.” She licked her lips. “Ever had this done?”
His entire body grew rigid when those lips parted and she slowly brought her mouth to the head of his cock. She watched his face. He hissed out when her little, warm tongue licked him from just under the crown to the tip, circled it, and pulled back.
“Nope. I can tell by the way you’re looking at me as if I just grew two heads or something.” She laughed. “You lie down on your back.” Her head jerked toward the bed behind her. “Do you trust me?”
He wasn’t about to forget the feel of her licking him. Ever. His balls had automatically drawn up tight and his dick was so hard it hurt. The strong ache of it couldn’t be ignored. He wanted more and he did trust her. The fact that she’d given him an order registered but it was one he wanted to follow, more than a bit curious.
“It will feel good. I know to pull away before you come and that you’re going to swell when you do.”
It was difficult moving with his dick sticking straight out and his balls feeling as though they were two rocks trapped between his thighs. He sat, spread his legs enough to alleviate the uncomfortable feeling, and watched Alli roll onto her hands and knees. All he could imagine was moving into position behind her. He wanted to fuck her hard and deep.
She crawled slowly up his thigh, smiling. Her tongue licked her lips again before she broke eye contact to stare at his dick. “You’re big. Hold as still as you can.” She glanced up. “You’re probably going to get the urge to move your hips but try to fight it. I don’t want to be choked.”
He mutely nodded, entranced by the fact that her mouth was so close to his dick. He attempted to force his body to relax but it was difficult. Every muscle had grown as rigid as his cock and he forgot how to breathe when Alli wrapped her lips around the crown of his dick again. Her hot tongue licked and he clenched his teeth, his hands grabbing for anything that wasn’t her.
He couldn’t get a grip on the mattress so he reached up, his fingers curling over the top of her headboard. Wood creaked but it didn’t break as he watched her move, taking a little more of his shaft. She sucked and the sensations gave him raw pleasure so powerful it made thinking impossible. Growls tore from him before he could stop them and he broke out in a sweat.
She didn’t stop. Her mouth tortured him as she withdrew to the tip but then took a little more of his length with each slow tug. Her gaze lifted, held his, and he lost it. It was too intense, too raw. He wanted to come more than he wanted his heart to beat and knew he would soon if she didn’t stop.
“Alli,” he snarled.
She released him. He groaned from remorse that she wasn’t licking him anymore, his hips arching toward her despite trying to remain still. Alli wasn’t done with him though when she leaned up and her bare breasts rubbed the sides of his shaft. The sight of his dick snug between the soft mounds almost sent him over the edge. He had no idea what she was doing but he liked it.
She braced on her legs, reached up with both hands, and cupped her breasts, pushing them tighter against his dick. The slow movement rubbed her incredibly soft body along his painfully hard shaft. His hips arched upward to move faster, unable to control them. She shifted her hold, hugged her breasts with one arm while keeping him trapped in the valley of them and her other hand teased the top of his dick, stroking him.
He fisted the headboard tighter, something above him snapped loudly but he didn’t care what caused the sound. Fire rushed from his belly down to his dick, ecstasy exploding from him as he came violently. He threw his head back against the mattress while riding out each blissful jolt of his semen shooting from his body. It seemed endless while he writhed in pleasure until every muscle turned lax.
He panted, eyes closed, while trying to recover. A hot tongue touched the top of his oversensitive dick and a snarl burst from his lips. His eyes snapped open and he stared in shock at Alli still crouched over him on her knees.
Her blonde hair spilled across of his hips and hid her face while she ran her tongue over him again. He could feel the wetness of his semen on his belly but he saw more it splashed across her breasts when her chin lifted until she could peer at him.
“You taste really sweet.” She smiled before straightening up to sit on the bed and glanced down at her chest. Her laugh was musical to him. “I think I should shower again.” Her gaze held his. “I’ll be right back.”
He wanted to stop her but his body refused to respond, still recovering from the devastation her mouth had done to him. He had a difficult time catching his breath or finding the energy to move. She glanced up and laughed again before looking at him.
“Next time we’ll have to use a sturdier bed or maybe you could hang on to the edge of the mattress.” Another laugh. “We’re definitely going to do that again soon.”
He wasn’t sure what she meant about the bed and could only watch her turn away from him to climb off the bed and walk to the bathroom. The door was left open. Water came on, assuring him she really meant to shower and not flee. He glanced upward.
The bent metal of the top bar of the headboard hung precariously over him. He’d broken it in his haste to cling to something to prevent him from bruising her instead with his hands.
“Alli’s mine forever,” he swore.
* * * * *
Alli was still smiling when she turned off the water and grabbed a fresh towel to dry off. It hadn’t surprised her that he’d enjoyed oral sex but the sense of power she’d experienced had. Obsidian was always so dominating but that had changed drastically when she’d shown him how it felt to be on the receiving end of oral sex. He’d been putty in her hands.
Mouth
, she corrected silently, chuckling.
He remained sprawled on his back where she’d left him when she stepped out of the bathroom. His long frame barely fit length-wise down her bed, his heels right at the bottom. His cock was still semi-hard as she perused every inch of him until she stared at his face again. It was a hell of a sexy sight and so was the still-dazed, sated look on his masculine features. He took her breath away when his dark gaze fixed on her.
“Come here,” he demanded in a gruff tone.
Things are back to normal
, she decided, still smiling as she slowly approached the bed. She released the towel where she held it together in front of her and put a knee on the bed. Her gaze left his to lower to his abdomen. Every muscle was defined, proof of how fit he remained despite the time he’d lain in a comatose state. She dropped the damp material over his belly.
He tensed a little until he realized she was cleaning him with it. His body relaxed. “You are tending to me.”
“Yes.” She could stare into his eyes endlessly. “You look pretty comfy right where you are.” She tossed the towel toward the bathroom when she was done, happy she hit the tile floor with her aim. “It’s got to be past the time you usually go to bed. Tired?” She stretched out naked next to him.
He rolled to his side to face her. “I liked that.”
“I know. So did I.”
He glanced down her body. “You were aroused.” His nostrils flared as he sniffed. “I want to tend to you.”
“Why don’t we get some sleep first?” She was tired. It had been a long, emotionally draining day between dealing with the stress of her possible future and the argument she’d had with him earlier. “I could use a few hours sleep.”
He used his arm to brace his head to peer down at her. “You don’t want me to mount you?”
“I do. Just give me a few hours rest.”
“You’re human.”
She wanted to flinch. He said it as though it were a bad thing, from the brusque tone he used. She wondered if he regretted coming to her house. “I am.”
A smile suddenly changed his features into downright handsome. “I enjoy our differences.” He shifted to lie on his back and glanced at her. “Curl into me tight.”
She wiggled closer and hooked her leg over his, one hand on his chest, and lifted her head when he adjusted his arm to pillow her. His warmth was welcome and she remembered the light was still on.
“One of us should turn that off.”
His hand rested over the top of hers, pinning it over his heart. “Later. I just want to hold you.”