[Phantom Warriors 01] Bacchus (8 page)

unsheathed and began to stab at the female’s sopping entrance, while he grasped her

sides firmly with his front paws. The stud growled when she tried to pull away. Jill’s

breathing deepened and her panties drenched as she watched him thrust his six-inch

shaft forward and slide home. The bitch whimpered as his cock stretched and filled her.

Jill barely noticed Bacchus’ lips graze her throat as the stud’s hips began to piston in

and out of the bitch. He fucked her hard, his breath coming in heavy pants. The female

yelped, scrambling to escape. The stud held her firmly in place, refusing to release her

as his cock began to swell and knot, ensuring she couldn’t move until he’d pumped her

full of his seed.

Bacchus’ free hand stroked down Jill’s side until it reached the front of her

jean-covered pussy. His finger pressed in, unerringly, finding her clit. She gasped as fire

shot through her body.

“You like watching them, don’t you?” he nibbled on her ear, his forked tongue

teasing her lobe.

“I-I… it’s my job,” she practically moaned the words. Jill didn’t see Bacchus smile,

but she felt it as he licked along the column of her throat to her nape. When he reached

the sensitive spot at the base of her neck, he nipped her. It wasn’t a gentle rasp. The bite

was meant to remind her that this particular male was just as dominating as the one in

the pen fucking the bitch.

Jill’s knees came close to buckling as Bacchus opened his mouth and locked onto her

neck, holding her in place with his unusually sharp teeth. He breathed onto her skin and

the lips of her sex seemed to swell in response. He swiped her with his tongue and the

ache between her thighs became relentless.

For a second, Jill thought she’d come on the spot.

Bacchus suddenly released her nape, but continued stroking her with his hand. “I

think it’s more than a job to you,” he murmured, increasing the pressure against her clit.

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. “I think watching the dogs fuck turns you on,

makes you burn for the forbidden.” He kissed her throat, his lips lingering over her

pounding pulse. “I know it’s making me hot,” Bacchus added, shifting his hips until she

felt his hard shaft nudge her ass.

“This is crazy. We don’t even know each other.”

“Don’t we?” he asked, pure seduction in his voice. “I feel as if I’ve known you for a

lifetime.”

Jill swallowed the pleas that hovered on her lips. She wasn’t about to beg this man to

take her. He was a stranger. The reasons to reject his advances floated through her

lust-filled mind, yet none stayed long enough to break the spell. Her body wanted

Bacchus, even though logic told her it was wrong. She burned and ached for the pulsing

shaft, cradling her bottom.

Jill knew she was a grown woman, responsible for her own happiness, so why not

have casual sex? That’s what this was, wasn’t it?

Even as she considered the thought, Jill realized nothing about this encounter felt

casual. In fact, she got the impression it was anything but casual to Bacchus. She brushed

the thought aside as her eyes locked onto the animals.

Growling and whimpering in even measures, the dogs continued to pant and fuck,

their long pink tongues lolling out of their mouths. The stud’s cock remained firmly

knotted inside the female. The bitch strained forward, her tail held to the side as he

drove into her with renewed fervor.

Every glide of the dog’s shaft produced an answering throb between Jill’s legs. It

wasn’t hard to imagine Bacchus kneeling behind her in a similar position, spearing his

cock deep inside her flooded pussy. Sweat trickled between her breasts and she bit back

a groan.

* * * * *

Bacchus’ tongue soothed the area he’d bitten, his saliva coating the tiny marks. Jill

leaned back into his chest, her breathing coming in short gasps. He could see the outline

of her hard nipples as they strained against the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Her perfect ass

nuzzled his rock hard cock, while he continued to finger her clit.

Color rose in her cheeks as she neared orgasm. He refused to relent, his finger

circling her denim-covered flesh. Bacchus wished like hell their clothing would

disappear. He knew she’d allow him to take her right here if he asked.

And he was tempted.

The dogs’ relentless panting would drown out their own mating cries. He glanced

around the area. Concrete covered the ground. Bacchus could take her standing, bent

slightly at the waist for deep penetration.

His gaze fastened on the frenzied animals, who remained locked together, facing

opposite directions as the male’s seed pumped endlessly into the female. Bacchus

closed his eyes, trying to control his hunger. This was not the time or the place to do

what needed to be done.

He heard a slight pop and glanced at the pen. The stud slipped free, his blood

strewn cock still exposed and throbbing. “‘Tis done,” Bacchus whispered in Jill’s ear.

“Now it’s our turn.”

Jill turned, her face holding a multitude of questions.

“If you don’t want this, now is the time to say so.” Somehow, if she wished it, he

would find the strength to walk away. That realization stunned him. No longer was this

solely a mission for the Phantom people. Sometime over the last few hours it had

become personal.

She didn’t reply.

“Good!” He flicked his finger against her clit and felt the tremors rush through her

body as her orgasm slammed into her. She whimpered much like the bitch in the pen.

Soon he’d have her crying out in earnest.

Chapter Four

Bacchus didn’t want to drive all the way back to Jill’s home. She’d change her mind

before they got there. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He recalled the hotel near the

Santa Monica Pier where Ryan had taken the dark-haired woman. It wasn’t far from here.

Jill quickly kenneled the dogs and phoned the owners to let them know they could

pick up their prized pets. Her face remained flushed and her fingers trembled as she

locked the gates and made notes on nearby paperwork. Bacchus waited for her to finish.

She dropped the pen into the holder and turned to him. He said nothing as he reached

for her, tugging her hand and leading her toward the car.

“Where are we going?”

“A white-shuttered hotel on the beach,” he said, slipping behind the wheel after

settling her in the car. With a few quick directions from Jill, he pulled out of the lot.

Her expression was dreamy, due in part to the orgasm, but also because of the

intoxicating properties in his saliva and pheromones. The biological properties couldn’t

force a woman to join. They only enhanced her pleasure, made her more pliant. In the

end, the choice was hers whether to act upon the sensations.

“Are you happy here in this place?” Bacchus asked.

“You mean Los Angeles?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“It holds a lot of memories for me—not all good.”

Bacchus tilted his head. “If you had a chance to leave, would you?”

Her face scrunched. “I suppose it would depend on where I was going and who I

was going with,” she said, adding a small smile.

They drove through the canyon then headed south on Pacific Coast Highway. It

wasn’t long before Bacchus pulled under the familiar awning that held the entrance to

the hotel.

A valet jumped out from behind a stand and rushed toward their vehicle. He

opened the door for Jill first, then strolled around in front of the car to take the key.

Bacchus handed it to him, no longer needing it, since he had every intention of staying

here until he could convince Jill that they belonged together. Ryan would return in time

to find his vehicle more or less in the condition that he’d left it.

Bacchus caught up with Jill in a couple of strides and clasped her elbow. A minute

later, they’d rented a room using Jill’s ID and the cash he’d
borrowed
from the Atlanteans.

He led her down the hall past Ryan’s old space, not able to sense the man or his new

love. Bacchus hesitated for a moment, then continued on. He walked to the door

numbered 17, opened it and stepped aside, waiting for Jill to enter. She turned and faced

him, her hand resting upon his chest, her fingers rubbing carelessly over the loose

button on his green shirt.

“I’m not sure we should be here.” Her blue eyes widened and her gaze darted in

and out of the room in indecision.

Bacchus lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles one by one. “We will not

do anything you do not wish.” He lied, knowing he could make her
want
until her only

option would be surrender.

Her mouth parted as he kissed her fingertip. “It’s been a long time,” she said, her

voice breathless.

“We can take things as slow as you like,” he said, praying to the Goddess for

strength to follow through with his promised words.

Afternoon sunlight spilled through the window, bathing the carpet in a buttery

glow. The clean room housed fresh linens and crisp white towels. Even with the balcony

doors closed, he could still smell the ocean air.

Jill glanced into the room once more, before meeting his sunglass-covered gaze. She

reached up a second later and removed the shades from his face. Bacchus stiffened, not

sure how she’d react. Jill blinked as her eyes locked onto his face.

“Your irises are red. Really red. In fact, they’re almost glowing. I could’ve sworn

they were a different color earlier. Are you having an allergic reaction of some kind?

Was it the dogs?”

“No,” he said, afraid to move. It wasn’t the dogs causing the sudden change. The

mating frenzy was upon him. Bacchus’ jaw clenched as he battled for control over his

thirst for blood. “I wear contact lenses,” he groaned.

“Red’s an unusual choice.” She stared in wonder, not fear. “Not a look I’d have gone

for, but you can pull it off.”

Bacchus released the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. “Like I said earlier,

I’m an unusual man.”

She smiled, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “So you keep telling me.” A maid

passed by them in the hallway. Jill’s gaze followed the woman until she was out of sight,

then she turned back to Bacchus. “I guess it’s now or never.”

“That is more correct than you know.” He could sense a ship nearing the planet. It

was one of the many genetic defense systems built into his people. At first, he’d thought

it was the Atlanteans, but now Bacchus knew that wasn’t the case. The signature was

different in Atlantean transports. His people had lost patience, like he’d feared, and sent

a crew to check on him. They must have left a day after his ship had departed.

The Phantoms would be upon them in a matter of hours. He had this afternoon, or

perhaps less, to convince Jill to come with him. That is, if she turned out to be as

compatible as he hoped. There was only one way to make that determination. Bacchus

sent up another silent prayer to the Goddess to make it so.

* * * * *

Jill slid her hand down his chest until her fingers curled into the waistband of his

pants and then stepped into the hotel room, tugging him behind her. She still couldn’t

believe she’d allowed Bacchus to bring her to this place. Maybe Ryan was right. It had

been a year since she’d taken her needs into consideration and she really wanted this

man.

Bacchus intrigued her more than anyone she’d met. It wasn’t just his snakelike

qualities, even though they appealed to the herpetologist in her. It was something more,

something deeper that she saw burning in his red eyes. Bacchus looked at her as if she

were truly precious to him, not just a warm, willing body that he could fuck and forget.

That look and the emotions driving it was what propelled her over the threshold and

kept her enthralled.

The scent emanating from his skin filled the small space of the room, leaving her

heady and more than a little dizzy. Her fingers released his waistband, only to grasp his

belt. She worked the leather through the buckle, ignoring the trembling of her hands.

He eased her grip, pulling her into his arms. His lips descended onto her mouth and

he began to plunder, curling his fingers into her shirt until he fisted the material. In the

distance, Jill heard a rip, but ignored it as her tongue reached out tentatively to caress

the forked muscle in his mouth. She retreated away from the alien tickle.

It was strange. It had been a long time, but Jill had never forgotten the basic flavor of

a man. Bacchus tasted different than anyone she’d ever kissed. His saliva seemed

flavored like some exotic Asian dish. His lips teased her until she acquiesced. Their

tongues dipped and twisted, feeding each other’s need.

Jill pulled back. Bacchus’ eyes flashed red and his breathing labored, much like her

own. Her ripped shirt dangled precariously on her shoulders. She shrugged and the

material fell to the ground. His gaze devoured her, taking in the slope of her small

breasts tucked safely inside lace cups.

“Remove it,” he ordered impatiently.

The command went from her ears straight to her pussy. Jill pictured the stud as he

stalked the bitch earlier. Now she knew what that dog felt like. The urge to flee and fuck