Desires of the Otherworld 2: Darkest Hunger (11 page)

Anger surfaced at the thought. Never again would she relieve herself of the lure of the moon. Not when he was ready and able to do it for her.

“Willow—”

“
Go. Fuck. Yourself
.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that emerged with her temper. Gods, but she was more than he had ever expected or deserved. Ian was right. Willow was nothing like Aislynn. Her fire proved her strong and capable of caring for herself. She wouldn’t be meek or shy, afraid or cautious. Although a wolf existed inside her, she was all hellcat. With sleek skin, shimmering eyes, and lethal claws that he wanted to feel scraping a path down his back.

Remaining above her, he maintained his balance using his left hand and brought his right to Willow’s arm. He skimmed his fingers past her rib cage and along her stomach. Her muscles flexed, revealing the tight tone of her body as he continued on his path, watching as she quivered beneath his touch. When he reached the smooth curves of her mound, he palmed her, eliciting a strangled gasp.

“I said to get the hell off me.”

“I said I was sorry, and I meant it.” It wasn’t difficult to part her with his fingers. Using the moisture rimming her pussy, he placed his middle finger between the swollen seam.

“
Don’t
.” Her plea was feather soft, revealing her uncertainty.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “Let me show you how much.”

Slowly, he pressed his finger inside the crease, using smooth glides up and down. He kept his focus on the valley that wouldn’t cause her pain instead of giving in to the temptation to revisit the cradle that waited just inside. Her reaction wasn’t immediate. She continued trying to fight him until he began rubbing gentle circles around her clit, over and over again.

“You’re so soft here,” he whispered into her hair. “So delicate.”

Whatever she said was impossible to decipher. Thankfully, her body’s reaction was not. She became wet at his words, coating his fingers, making it easier to explore her fully. As he continued stroking her, he increased the focus on her clitoris, applying firm and purposeful pressure. He had tormented her before by denying that touch, knowing that once he began, it would be impossible to stop. However, after breaking the tentative truce they had embarked upon, he was determined to show Willow that he could be a generous lover when needed, giving her exactly what she wanted.

Gliding his fingers along her was torture, when all he wanted to do was to slip them inside the snug walls that would eventually welcome his cock. Soon, he would know what it felt like to feel her body beneath his as her hips rose up to greet his thrusts.

“I’m going to untie your hands, flip you over, and taste you again, Willow.” He bit her shoulder, causing her to moan, and began easing down her body. “When I do, you will not interrupt unless it’s to tell me if I do something you don’t like”—he paused over the indentions in her lower back and pressed kisses to each—“or to beg for more.”

She remained as she was, hands bound above her head, ass lifted firmly in the air. He removed his fingers from the velvety, warm heat between her legs and shifted until he could reach her hands. Within seconds, she was free. He rubbed her wrists between his palms, soothing the skin that was slightly raised. She kept her gaze down, watching as he continued, and then slowly lifted her head.

The instant he saw hesitation in her gaze, he captured her mouth in a soft, innocent kiss. There was no fight for dominance or control. Instead he feathered his lips across hers, keeping the contact light, the way a man would kiss a girl who had never been kissed before. After several seconds, she intensified the motions, pressing her mouth against his. When she relaxed, he turned her with his free arm, until they were chest to chest, and pressed her back into the sleeping bags.

This time when he released her mouth, he focused on the line of her jaw, kissing a path down her neck and across the thin collar resting against her throat. Next on his journey were her collarbones, followed by the pulse beating rapidly beneath her breast. He paused to study the nipples that were small, rosy, and pert. He’d been so eager to explore her before that he’d neglected the globes that were in perfect proportion to her body. Swiping his tongue around an areola, he brought his hand up to cover the other breast. He captured her nipple between his finger and thumb, rubbing the taut bead between them. She arched into his touch, closing her eyes. Her nipples pebbled as he teased her, the nubs becoming harder between his fingers and mouth.

Venturing away from her breasts, he skimmed his mouth down her stomach, flicked his tongue against her navel, and proceeded to the area he wished to be most. Willow’s unique taste would always taunt him, drawing him in, and he would always be hungry for more. When his mouth was directly over her pussy, he blew a soft breath against her skin. She writhed, wiggling from side to side.

His cock pulsed as he slid his tongue between her soft inner lips, searching for the treasure within. Her ragged intakes, as well as the scorching heat that greeted his mouth, told him the fight between them was over.

He took his time, alternating long swipes with short, intentional licks. When he knew she was close, he caved to what they both needed. He took her clit between his lips. Striking the tip of his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he sucked with enough force that she screamed his name as she came. The moment she was caught in the throes of orgasm, he lowered his head, forced her right thigh to the side, and slid his fangs into the vein he’d been aching to devour. She cried out again, babbling words that didn’t make any sense as he extended her release.

Her blood was as woodsy and wild as the female in his hold, so delicious he knew he’d never taste anything else in his existence that would ever compare. Her mews and writhing, combined with his own desire, sent him over the edge. His balls drew tight just before his cock began to pulse. He came with a shout that was muffled by the flesh against his mouth. It had been too long since he’d allowed himself this. The contractions from his cock and sac went on and on, long after Willow had gone lax against the sleeping bag. He sighed as the loneliness he’d been shouldering for centuries vanished as if it never was, replaced by a feeling of belonging.

He sealed the small wounds with his tongue, but he left his mark behind. Whenever she chanced a glance down or looked into a mirror, he wanted her to see the twin circles and remember it was him who put them there.

Standing to remove his pants, he gazed down on the beauty resting with eyes closed and a sated expression on her face. Her entire body was flushed, and her chest rose and fell in frantic bursts. Before the day had passed, he planned a full repeat of what they’d just experienced. Tomorrow, when he decided to take things further, he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be able to say no.

Before the full moon rose, he would claim her as his Fated.

Chapter Nine

Willow woke as the day was coming to its end. She could feel the call of the moon, could sense it rising to take the place of the sun. Strangely, the wolf inside her seemed to be returning, as if it was slowly breaking free of the spell of the collar. She could smell things she couldn’t before, such as the twinge of sulfur from the hot spring. Lifting her hand, she willed her claws to lengthen. For a moment, she felt the burning ache that signified the change. Unfortunately, just before the deadly talons lengthened, the fire in her fingertips was gone.

She glanced at Bridon who was busy packing up their belongings. As promised, he’d adored her body in the same manner over and over again as the sun rose into the sky, until she was so exhausted, she had passed out. He used his lips, tongue, fingers, and fangs on her until she was unable to think of anyone but him.

Of anything but
them.

“Did you do the same thing to Aislynn?” The words flew from her mouth before she could stop them. She felt heat rising to her cheeks.

What an insecure question to ask.

He stopped and gazed at her. “Did I do what to Aislynn?”

“Did you torment her sexually until she had no choice but to want you?”

A shadow of grief crossed his face but quickly vanished. “I never touched Aislynn like that.”

“Never?” The knowledge made her happier than she liked. It was shameful to be jealous of a dead woman.

“Never.”

“Why not?”

“She was a lady and a mortal. It took time to gain her trust before I revealed what I was.”

“Why not change her? Force her to become like you? It’s not like you have a problem taking what you want.”

“The situation was different.”

“If you say so.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “If I’d have known, had any idea…” He lowered his hand and stared at the ground. “No, I can’t say I’d do things differently. Things happen for a reason. If she were alive, I never would have met you.” He looked up and met her confused gaze. “The truth is she wanted time to spend with her family before she said good-bye forever. She knew once she was changed, she could never return.”

“Our situations aren’t so different, but you haven’t given me the same courtesy.” She pressed her nails into the palm of her hand, attempting to stem her anger.

There was so much misery in his gaze, so much loss, but there was also something else—determination. “I won’t lose you again. No matter what kind of a bastard it makes me. You might hate me at first, but eventually you will understand.”

“Would Aislynn have understood?”

He hesitated. “There’s no way I’ll ever know the answer to that question.”

“Do you love her?” Asking the question took more courage than she expected. She didn’t want to be jealous of a dead woman; it was petty and ridiculous. However, she couldn’t pretend the claws of envy didn’t penetrate her chest and carve away pieces of her heart.

“I did,” he answered softly.

Happiness flared inside her, and she ground her teeth to combat the emotion. Why in Hades did she care if he was speaking in the past tense?
You know why
, a little voice in her head whispered. Despite her refusal to believe it, she wanted to be the only woman he wanted.

“Did? Meaning you no longer do?”

“I mourned her for centuries before I realized I had something to look forward to.” His gray eyes darkened. “You.”

A dull ache formed in her chest. He sounded so sincere. “You expect me to believe your broken heart healed because of me?”

“I don’t expect you to believe anything, but I have no reason to lie.”

She didn’t say more as he resumed packing their things, watching as he went from one satchel to the next, admiring how quietly he moved. A surge of guilt hit her, forcing her to turn away. He’d endured so much and lost more than any man should have to. Now that he was given the same gift, she used every opportunity to keep him at a safe distance. As much as he’d given her the day before, she hadn’t reciprocated. Certainly she’d touched him, urging him on, but she’d refused to cave to her desire to drop to her knees, take his cock between her lips, and pleasure him in the same manner he’d shown her.

Indecision struck, along with a sharp stab in the center of her chest. Tonight would be their final one together. Since they’d have to travel a majority of it, she wouldn’t be able to do anything except ponder what might have occurred between them. As soon as they made it to their next campsite and the new dawn arrived, she’d force Bridon to endure the ultimate betrayal. She’d flee into the rays of the sun where he couldn’t reach her, and she’d do exactly as her father instructed.

How unfair was that? Taking her life and, as a result, ending Bridon’s? Thus far, despite his dominating nature, he had been a thoughtful and generous lover, taking care to introduce her to pleasure. She made a decision then. If Bridon would die for her, she would at the very least make sure that he had something to make his sacrifice worth it, some small token of affection that she could bestow before she did the unthinkable.

She didn’t reach for her clothes as she rose from the sleeping bag and started walking toward him. He turned just as she dropped to her knees at his feet.

“Willow?”

Words weren’t necessary to convey her intent. She reached for his pants and quickly unbuttoned them. He hissed as she released his zipper, pulled his pants to his thighs, and revealed his cock. It was a thing of beauty—long and thick, with a deep pink mushroom tip. She’d never done this before, so she decided to start by swiping her tongue along the crown, in swirling motions beneath the head.

“Fates,” Bridon groaned and wrapped his fingers in her hair.

Encouraged by his response, she stopped licking him and took the tip directly into her mouth. His fingers fisted in the strands, tugging against her scalp, and urged her closer. She moved farther down his length and stopped halfway when he pressed against the back of her throat. When she had control of her gag reflex, she glided her lips up and down. Sucking hard, she pulled back, keeping her mouth sealed over his satiny-smooth skin. His low curse made her want to grin. A novice she might be, but apparently she was doing something right.

He thrust his hips slightly. “Gods, love, I want this to last.” The fingers holding her hair were almost painful, but she found that it turned her on even more. “I’m not sure I can hold back. I’ve wanted this for too long.”

As she continued, she used her tongue to brush the underside of his cock, and his hips jerked again. Then he started moving with her, carefully timing his thrusts so that he went slightly deeper with each pass.

“Damn it, your mouth feels so good.” He began panting and thrusting harder.

She continued moving back and forth, sucking as he forced her mouth farther down his cock. Her motions were intentional, each pass slow but steady.

“Faster.” Bridon’s order was thick with lust.

She did as he asked. The hands in her hair went still, he bucked his hips, and she felt a hot splash at the back of her throat. The taste was unexpected, slightly bitter. It wasn’t as repulsive as she thought it might be, salty and thick. Swallowing quickly, she continued drinking him down until his fingers loosened in her hair and he exhaled loudly.