[Phantom Warriors 01] Bacchus (9 page)

was equally as strong in her mind. Jill’s nipples beaded and her womb clenched. She

wanted it all, not just a few seconds of domination, but would Bacchus play along?

“No,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bacchus’ gaze narrowed and he inhaled before licking the air. Strangely, the action

reminded her of a serpent again. He closed his eyes and grinned. “If you want me to

force you, that can be arranged.” He exhaled, his face flushing as he stepped closer. She

took a step back. “You liked the way the Anatolian Shepherd dominated the bitch,

taking what she so readily offered.”

He took another step forward. “Are you offering me your quim, Jill? I would like

nothing more than to lap your juices before devouring your essence. My cock is far

larger than the dog’s appendage. It will fill you until you have no doubt who possesses

you.”

Jill backed away as the flames of his words licked at her pussy. She bit her lip to

prevent professing the truth. She did like the way the stud took the bitch. Watching the

natural aggression of the male turned her on more than she felt comfortable admitting.

Hell, more than she thought it should. Who’d have believed that straight-arrow Jill

would be such a kink? Certainly not her ex-fiancé, Ryan, who hadn’t fucked her in any

other position but missionary while they were together. Jill shivered. She shouldn’t have

gone so long without sex. The thought entered her mind as she took another step.

Her legs hit the back of the bed, effectively trapping her. Jill debated whether to

scramble over the top, but doubted she’d make it before Bacchus reached her. As if

reading her mind, he lunged, spinning her around and pinning her abdomen onto the

mattress.

Jill kicked. She didn’t know why. Something dark and hidden within her demanded

he go all the way, force her compliance. His teeth clamped onto the back of her neck and

a growl rumbled from deep within Bacchus’ chest.

She didn’t remember his incisors being quite so sharp a minute ago, when he’d

nibbled on her lip. He bit down and her pussy gushed, taking the fight right out of her.

Pressed to the bed and unable to move, Jill couldn’t prevent Bacchus from stripping

away the rest of her clothes. She was beyond turned on. She wiggled her butt to dislodge

him, but the action only seemed to entice him further.

Her breath came out in short pants as he released her neck in order to pin her hands

above her with one fist. Jill turned her head to the side to see him. Bacchus looked wild

with passion, damn near insane. The black of his pupils narrowed until they were mere

slits in his eyes. She was far too gone to make sense of the change.

She felt his free hand move between their bodies and begin to work at his clothing.

Within a couple of minutes he’d managed to strip down to a thin red suit that appeared

to cover his entire length.

“Do not move,” he barked the command.

Jill wasn’t about to go anywhere.

He released her long enough to slide out of the… was he wearing long underwear?

Jill frowned, but thought it went right along with the other strange dichotomies she’d

witnessed in his behavior. The second he pulled the material away from his lower body,

her mind ceased to function.

Good God! Look at the size of that thing. The man could give Priapus a complex.

Jill’s eyes rounded to saucers as she drank in the sheer beauty of Bacchus. He’d

removed the queue holding his hair. The black tresses fell loose down to the center of

his back. The tattoo she thought started and ended at his neck snaked down the left side

of his body like a black lightning strike.

She wet her suddenly dry mouth. “I am not sure I’m ready for you.” She nodded to

his cock.

His lips quirked. “You will be by the time I’ve finished preparing you.”

“Is that a promise?”

His face parted on a grin, flashing startling white teeth. “You can count on it.”

Bacchus stepped forward, muscles rippling with each footfall. Jill remained on her

stomach, while her eyes drank in every inch of his perfect body. “What are you going to

do?”

His gaze turned feral. “I thought I might start with fulfilling your fantasy.”

Chapter Five

“M-my fantasy?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “You know the one that began at the kennel.”

Jill started to get up. “That’s okay.”

“Don’t move!” He dropped to his knees behind her until his face was level with her

ass.

“What do you have planned for me?”

He smiled, his eyes smoldering with intent. This time Jill thought she caught a

glimpse of some major canines in his mouth. She blinked, looking again, and they were

gone. Bacchus grabbed her legs and spread them. He leaned forward and took a long

swipe with his forked tongue over the globes of her bottom. Jill’s heart thumped in her

chest as she craned her neck so she could watch him.

He pressed his nose into her cleft and inhaled.

She tried to wiggle away, but he growled, clamping his hands down upon her hips

with bruising strength to hold her in place. “What are you doing?”

“Dominating you,” he said, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs and sticking

his face into her wetness. Jill groaned at the eroticism of the action. His delicious tongue

slithered out, flicking, teasing her entrance. She gripped the sheets and fought to keep

from pushing back.

“You taste like Zaronian moon cakes,” he said, his lids lowering over his demonic

eyes.

He nudged her knees out, opening her further. Jill flushed. She’d never been this

exposed to a man. Bacchus actually looked drunk as he breathed her in, his eyelids

fluttering closed in ecstasy.

Without warning, Bacchus dipped forward, spearing her with his tongue as he

began to lap in earnest. Her need escalated and her hips began to move of their own

volition. His teeth caught her clit and worried it gently until Jill was convinced she’d

lose her mind. He ignored her moans of pleasure and continued to feast.

“Please,” she begged, rocking back, trying to get closer, reaching for that elusive

peak that Bacchus refused to help her scale.

He released her clit and continued to thrust his tongue inside her, the forked end

curling into her G-spot with unerring precision. “More,” she cried out, clawing at the

sheets.

Bacchus laughed, the tremors torturing her flesh as effectively as a flogging. He rose

above her, his gaze locked onto her face. Jill didn’t care what he planned to do. She

needed to come. Her head thrashed until she felt his lips graze her nape. She

whimpered, her domination fantasy coming to life in her mind.

A second later, Bacchus sank his teeth into her flesh. Jill opened her mouth to

scream, but nothing came out. He thrust inside her at the same moment his lips drew on

her skin, sucking hard. The dual invasion tumbled Jill over the edge, her orgasm

shattering her like a clay pigeon. Glorious sensations swamped her, making the world

as she knew it, spin off its axis.

Bacchus rolled his hips forward and his cock kissed her womb. Jill mewed beneath

him, senses exploding, her attention narrowing to the spot between her legs. He released

her neck.

Moisture she assumed was sweat trickled down the side of her face, but she was too

gone to care. Bacchus chased it with his forked tongue, catching the droplets before they

hit the sheets.

“I knew it,” he said, murmuring in her ear as he thrust like a rhino behind her. “I

knew you were the one to save my people—to save me.”

Jill had no idea what Bacchus was talking about and, for now, she didn’t care. Her

pussy burned from the repeated pounding, but the building need replaced any real

pain. She didn’t know sex could be like this. Bacchus had all but ruined her for other

men.

Her head swam as he licked her neck again, then whispered, “Now that I have

claimed you, there will be no other men.”

* * * * *

The taste of Jill’s blood flooded Bacchus’ mouth, sending him nearly into spasms.

This was it. She was the one. Jill was the first in a long line of Earth women who would

save his people from extinction. Thank the Goddess. He nuzzled her neck as he claimed

her body. His cock ached for release, but he couldn’t allow it until he’d performed one

final test.

Jill neared delirium as he sank his fingers into her hips. “Are you still with me, my

eshe
?”
My life.

“Yes,” she squeaked and closed her eyes as he thrust forward, loving the feel of her

body clasping his cock. Jill had come to his bed willingly, without the exchange of

credits. Bacchus had no idea how different the act of joining would feel until this

moment. The sheer beauty of it caused unexpected emotion to clog his throat.

“Good,” Bacchus rasped, willing his form to shimmer and fade. He knew once he

passed through her body there’d be no turning back. If Jill was a match like he believed,

she’d start to take on the characteristics of his Blood Clan people within minutes. He

sent up a single prayer, then flowed through her body as his cock pulled out, then thrust

back in. Jill gasped, opening her eyes in surprise.

“How did you do that? I didn’t even feel you roll me over.”

“It is a gift.” Bacchus smiled, happiness radiated deep within his heart. She was it.

Earth was it. This planet would be the Phantom people’s salvation. He eased out of her

quim, then slid home. She panted as she sat up to straddle his thighs. Her small breasts

bounced with his jerky movements.

“This is more like it,” Jill said, rising onto her knees so she could take control of the

rhythm.

Bacchus leaned forward until his mouth made contact with her rose-colored nipple.

It pebbled against his tongue, stabbing the roof of his mouth as he began to suckle. Jill’s

soft cries grew in volume. Sweat dripped down her body, leaving a salty residue

behind.

Her movements became faster as she bounced up and down on his shaft, riding him

into oblivion. Bacchus clenched his jaw and he reached for her clit. He flicked the bundle

of nerves with his nail and sent her into orbit.

Jill screamed, her body convulsing above him in a massive orgasm. He grasped her

hips and thrust, once, twice, three times before his seed burst forth like a dam,

showering her womb with life. He bellowed in relief and triumph. They lay entangled,

Jill draping his body in feminine warmth. He stroked the length of her back, relishing

the gift of their newfound connection.

When Bacchus could finally focus, his eyes met a matching pair of red orbs. His

breath caught as joy and a far deeper emotion embraced his three hearts. She was the

most beautiful Earthling he’d ever seen. Bacchus corrected himself. Jill was the most

beautiful Phantom woman he’d ever gazed upon.

He rolled her beneath him and slowly rocked his hips until his cock hardened inside

her. Bacchus glided gently in and out of her pussy, while feathering Jill’s face with

kisses.

“You have made me so incredibly happy. I never dared dream the Goddess would

bless me with one such as you,” he said.

Jill blushed, then reached for his head so that she could guide his lips to her mouth.

The clinch was long and drugging as they savored each other’s unique flavor.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” she confessed. “In a way, you’ve brought me

back to the land of the living.”

“And I intend to keep you here… if you’ll have me.” Insecurity suddenly filtered

through his voice. Would she turn him down after all that they’d experienced together?

Jill smiled and kissed him again. “How can I say no to a guy with a forked tongue?”

* * * * *

They made love over the next two hours, sometimes fast and furious, while at

others, slow and sensual. Bacchus’ cock remained perpetually hard as he positioned

himself once more to enter her body. He was about to thrust forward, when a chime

sounded in his flight suit. He’d run out of time.

Jill turned and looked at the pile of clothes on the floor. “Was that your phone?”

“No.” Bacchus lifted Jill off his body and set her gently beside him. “I have much to

tell you and very little time to do so.”

She frowned. “Is that your pager?”

He glanced at his suit. “Something like that. Listen, my
eshe
, remember how I told

you that I would need your cooperation when it came to helping Ryan?”

She nodded slowly, her expression beginning to grow wary.

“I did not lie exactly, but Ryan is not the only one who needs help. I do too.”

“What
aren’t
you telling me?” She sat back, her gaze locked on his face. “Oh God,

you’re not married, are you?”

“I would not have lain with you if I were joined to another. And now that I have,

there will be no others.”

“Well, that’s good to know.” She blinked in confusion. “What exactly do you mean

by joined? Forget it.” She shook her head, running a quivering hand through her hair.

He smiled, not bothering to hide his fangs.

Her eyes locked onto his mouth, previous questions forgotten. “Are those fangs?”

“Yes.” He opened his mouth, allowing his fangs to unfurl completely.

“Jeez, that’s freaky. I can’t believe a dentist would do that to you,” she muttered,