Blind Destiny: Grimm's Circle, Book 7 [retail mobi] (14 page)

Fine. I whipped off my shirt. He didn’t pay much more attention to that, or the jeans that followed.

The bra made him pause for a few more seconds.

But then I took off my panties and threw them.

And he caught them in mid-air.
How can he do that…?

Glittering blue eyes cut my way.

I didn’t even see him move.

But he did…

Strong, powerful arms came around me. The towel had fallen away from his hips, I realized, because nothing separated us now. Nothing. The length of his cock was a brand against my belly, his hands clutched at my hips and his mouth came down on mine with devouring, devastating hunger.

“I just hit my breaking point,” he snarled against my lips as he pushed one thigh between mine.

“Good.” I might have said something else, but there was no time, and no breath, because he hooked his arms under my legs, spread me open and drove inside.

If I could have breathed, I would have screamed.

The burning, aching fullness spread, stretched, hovering just on the edge of pain. Against my mouth, he rasped, “I’m sorry…I can’t…I can’t wait.”

“Don’t. I don’t want you to.”

He groaned, withdrew and shoved back inside, his long, lean body trembling. The hunger raging within him shattered me and I clutched at him.

Luc.

This was Luc…

And it was
me
that made him tremble like this. It was
me
he wanted.

His tongue speared into my mouth and I bit him lightly. He stiffened and then slammed into me harder.

There was no finesse to it.

None.

And still, I was wet. I could feel my hunger flaring, raging inside, and my clit throbbed. Part of me wanted to work a hand down between us, stroke it, but I couldn’t let him go. I just couldn’t. This was the one thing I’d let myself dream for—having this man in my arms.

It ended too quickly, his long, powerful body tensing against mine and arching in long, powerful bow as he drove deep and held still. I felt him swell, felt the harsh, rhythmic jerking of his cock as he came deep inside me.

His breath came in heavy gasps against my lips as he groaned. “Sorry… Fuck, I’m sorry, Sina.”

“No.” I shook my head, stroking his hair back from his head. “Hell, after a few centuries, I figure you’re entitled.” I pressed a kiss to his lips. “But you’re going to make it up to me in an hour or so.”

He nipped my lower lip.

“Again, you don’t hear very well,” he told me. And then he started to move, surging inside me. Still hard. Almost achingly so. “I told you what you pushed me to. The nearest hard surface. Fucking you…for hours. I just started. That didn’t even take the edge off.”

Pulling her against him, Luc shoved away the wall. Then, because he was off balance from the past few minutes, he pressed his brow to hers. “Can I…?” He pressed against her mind.

She opened for him. “Whenever you need to.”

He slipped inside and peered around the room. It was a seamless meld and without needing any guidance, she turned her head so he could see the room as needed, carrying her over to one of the narrow beds. “This bed isn’t right,” he said as he came down over her. “I want you in my bed. It’s almost half the size of this pitiful room, with sheets almost as soft and smooth as your skin.”

Warmth echoed from her. He thought maybe she smiled. Bracing his elbows on bed next to her, he lowered his head. “Now…the way I should have done…the way I wish I could have,” he murmured. “Soft skin. I imagine I’ve bruised you.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do.” He tangled his hands in the silk of hair, wished he could see how it looked spread out over the sheet. “Open for me, Sina. I want to taste you. Love you…”

He caught the sigh as it escaped her and the warmth of her soul all but wrapped around him. As he started to ride her, slowly this time, slow and sweet, he stole one drugged kiss after another from her mouth.

The silken, sweet grip of her pussy wrapped around him, milking him, and when he withdrew it was like she clutched at him, not wanting him to leave. He was fine with that, so very fine with that. This was the closest to heaven he’d been in a very long time.

Stroking a hand down her side, along the rounded flare of her hip, he caught her behind the knee, dragged it up, held it against him as he rode her. So damned soft. So damned sweet. And her fingers gripped him, digging into the muscles as she rose to meet each thrust—so damned strong.

A match. A match for the dazed hunger burning through him.

Catching her hand, he laced their fingers and slammed it down on the bed. “You drive me insane,” he muttered. “Out of my mind insane.”

“Hmmm. That’s rather nice, since you do the same to me.” She twined her free arm around his neck and pulled him down. As she slanted her mouth over his, she demanded, “Kiss me.”

But she didn’t wait for him. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth, demanding, hungry.

He opened for her and then shuddered as she bit him, sucking on him. Lightly. He felt it right in his balls and it went blistering through him.

Tearing his mouth away, he sucked in a breath right before he started to climax. Again. Already. So sudden and so painfully intense.

But this time, Sina tightened around him and cried out, locking her thighs around his hips and rising up to meet him, thrust for thrust, as the muscles of her pussy startled to milk him with her orgasm.

Sweet. Too sweet.

Collapsing next to her on the bed, face buried in her hair, he sucked in a breath.

“Sina…”

“Hmmm?”

“I think you might be right. Maybe you are the villain in your story. After all, wasn’t the wicked stepmother able to enchant people? I think you went and bewitched me or something.”

For a second, she was quiet and then she started to laugh.

“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll have to make certain this sticks.” She stroked a hand up his back. “I could get used to this.”

Chapter Ten

Natasha was pretty sure she was the only one awake in the little villa.

Not because she
wanted
to be.

She’d tried drinking herself into oblivion.

That was what Lee and Max had done. Fiona had taken a couple of sleeping pills. Natasha was pretty sure the prescribed dose was
one
. Which was one reason Natasha hadn’t been able to sleep at first, because she’d been worried about her friend, but after checking on Fiona several times, she figured all the woman was going to do was sleep it off.

It was past midnight now and there wasn’t any chance of her sleeping. Natasha was painfully awake. Painfully. Her eyes achingly dry, her mind buzzing, and every time she tried to settle down to sleep, she had horrible, horrible images flashing through her mind.

Jake was dead—

It didn’t make sense. He was healthy. He was young. He wasn’t stupid or crazy or messed up in the head. That was
her
department, so why had he gone wandering off in the middle of the night—

Cold chills broke out over her arms. A voice.

Whispering.

She could hear it.

Way, way back, like it was stuck somewhere. Trapped.

Jerking upright, she stared off into the darkness.

But there was nothing.

Swearing, she covered her face with her hands and muttered, “I’m going crazy. Absolutely crazy.”

She climbed to her feet and shuffled into the kitchen. Maybe she should have just done what the others had—drink or drug herself into unconsciousness. Tomorrow they had to start making plans to go back home.

No
—

She flinched.

This was no whisper.

It was almost like a death wail.

One that hadn’t come from her. Rubbing her hand over her ear, she turned, looking around the room, but there was nobody there. Just her.

And the scream.

She swallowed.

It was like it had come from inside
her
.

“I really am going crazy.”

Jerking open the cabinet, she spied the bottle of booze left over from Lee and Max’s drinking binge and grabbed it.

If it had managed to put Max under, she could count on it to do the same to her, she figured. She just needed to give it a shot. She padded back over to the couch where she settled down, cradling the bottle in her arms.

But instead of drinking, she closed her eyes. And waited.

From outside, he watched.

It had been a long, long time since he’d had this much trouble.

Crow faded in and out of existence, only coming into this plane when he had no other alternative, but for the past few centuries, he’d been sucked into this pocket of existence too often.

All because of this bit of dirt.

First, the old woman.

Then, one of
them
.

His lip curled as he thought of it and agitation had the darkness around him whirling.

It should have been done after that, but no. Of course not. It hadn’t ended and it had taken him a while to work through the muddle of his mind. Time lost meaning to one as old as he was. Days didn’t exist to him. Weeks were like seconds, and months were just a blink. Years could pass without him knowing and it seemed like just yesterday that the old woman had died.

But it had been longer.

He knew it.

Sucked back into this place by the darkness, that darkness that called to his very core, he hovered in the air. He could feel the echo of her passing, still, and now, there was another. A younger woman’s, although her death wasn’t so fragmented, so full of conflict and rage.

He’d forget
her
death in a moment. The easier deaths never mattered to him. Absently, he thought there might be one more that he’d forgotten already.

A man’s.

Yes…

There had been a man. Crow didn’t think he’d done that one. Something wrong in the mind. A strange weakness, and too much fear had broken something inside him. But it was neither here nor there. It didn’t matter to him. People lived. People died.

People suffered and
that
was what was pulled at him.

What drew him back here time and time again. It was an addictive, rich flood of it, one he could get lost in. And here he was, back in the mortal plane.

Again.

He crouched on the building, staring down into the night and trying to find what had drawn him this time.

So many strings, tangled threads of misery, and working his way through them was a puzzle.

Hearing a noise, he rose, wrapped in the shadows that were his gift, and moved to the edge of the roof, peering down.

The door opened and a wedge of light spilled out. A woman.

He watched as she stumbled off, her movements odd and irregular. Humans didn’t always move with grace, he knew, but they also didn’t move like that.

Sighing, he launched himself into the air. The shadows around him spread and his wings formed.

“I tire of this.”

Natasha was in the bathroom when she heard the front door open.

Fear was an icy cold finger down her back as she jerked the door open, her hands still wet, and took off running down the hall. Max was snoring—she could hear him. Hell, it was a wonder the entire village didn’t hear him.

Lee was asleep, her thick, pink-streaked brown hair lying in a tangle down her back.

But Fiona’s bed was empty.

“What the
hell
?” she demanded as she ran into the living room and shoved her feet into her boots, lacing them hastily. She didn’t have time for clothes.
Hurry, hurry, hurry
—

It was a chant in her brain but even louder than her fear was that odd little whisper.

You can’t stop this. You can’t. Stay here, just stay.

It was an oddly compelling little voice, but Natasha ignored it.

She didn’t what in the hell Fiona was up to, but the woman was getting her ass back here.
Now
.

Before it was too late.

She took off running out the door.

And she almost pitched face first down the steps as she heard an old woman’s mocking voice say, “Child, it’s
already
too late.”

I woke to heaven.

And an angel between my thighs.

Shuddering, I reached down and speared my hands through Luc’s hair as he lifted me upward. “I love the taste of you,” he rasped against my flesh. “I want to spend hours doing just this. Only this.”

Whimpering, I shivered as he stroked his tongue around my clit. He pushed two fingers inside me, twisted them in. Out.

“Luc…”

He lifted his head and blew a puff of air against me.