Frostbite (Last Call #5) (3 page)

If she wasn’t honest with him—and
herself—this would never work. “I’m not sure I know how to do
this,” she admitted quietly. “Seduce someone without my voice.”

“
Roll over,
Kelsey.”

She did, and instantly caught her breath. He
was looking at her like a man intent on devouring her, and it
intensified the vague, empty ache low in her body. Sharpened it.
“Yes?”

He caught her wrist and guided her hand to
the hard bulge of his erection, still trapped by his perfectly
tailored pants. “You underestimate how seductive your trust
is.”

It was easy to trust here, with the fantasy
contained. He couldn’t hurt her unless she wanted him to—all part
of the magic of Last Call, the protective wards wound in and around
every room. But the truth was that she would have trusted Cain
anyway. He didn’t need to lie or cheat to get what he wanted.

He only needed to ask.

Kelsey licked her lips and glanced at the
chains on the bedside table as she curved her fingers around his
cock through his pants. “Tell me what you want?”

He must not have been made entirely of ice,
because his voice took on a rough edge as she caressed him. “I want
to discover your secrets. The desires that drive you and the needs
you don’t even know you have.”

“
How will you do
that?”

He traced a slow line from just beneath her
breastbone to the ribbons edging her panties. “I’ll play with
you.”

She tightened her fingers around his cock
and fought the urge to lift her hips in invitation. “It sounds like
heaven.”

“
Good.” His fingers dipped
just beneath her panties, stroking teasingly over sensitive skin,
then skated back up her body. “But first... First, I think I’ll
kiss you.”

He braced one hand beside
her head and leaned over her, every movement slow and deliberate.
He seemed
huge
,
more presence than physical form, and Kelsey swallowed hard a
second before his lips touched hers.

Her mouth tingled from the delay as much as
the kiss, from the way he made her wait for each sensory
revelation. Heat first, and then the wet glide of his tongue. She
shivered, and again when he stroked the side of her neck and teased
his thumb over the underside of her chin.

When she was almost used to his tongue, he
gave her teeth. Sharp, sudden nips followed by soothing licks, the
contrast enough to make her head spin. She reached for his belt
again and laughed against his lips. “You keep distracting me from
getting you out of your pants.”

“
I know.” He urged her head
to one side and whispered in her ear. “It’s flattering that I can
distract you.”

He needed a taste of his own medicine.
Kelsey closed her teeth on his jaw with a hum.

The hand at her throat tightened. Not a
threat, but a silky warning he reinforced when he pulled back with
a groan. “Wicked girl.”

She could be wicked with him. His control
could take it. The realization shook her, and she moved against the
gentle pressure at her throat, moved until she was on her stomach
once more. “What are you going to do?” she breathed, sliding her
hand into his pants. “Spank me?”

He sank his other hand into her hair and
tilted her head back. “Maybe.”

“
I’m game if you are.” The
belt buckle clicked, and she eased the zipper down farther. “I want
to suck you.”

A sharp inhalation, and his fingers
tightened painfully for one moment before relaxing. “Before or
after I spank you?”

“
During?” She could already
feel it, the sharp crack of his palm on her ass and his dick
muffling her moans.

Cain took his time gathering her hair up,
stroking through it as he caught each strand and pulled it off the
back of her neck. Then he twisted his fingers, wrapping the length
tight around his knuckles, his grip strong enough to immobilize her
head. “Take out my cock.”

So serious. She wanted to make him smile,
make him laugh, two things that definitely didn’t belong in a night
of sweaty, dirty fucking. “Yes, sir.” He had a lovely cock, thick
and hard. It grew even harder when she eased her thumb along the
crown, followed by a quick flick of her tongue.

“
Fuck.” Only a whisper, but
a definite crack in that rigid control. He closed his eyes and
tugged at her hair. “More.”

Power. Kelsey thought she’d
grown immune to its lure, but it bubbled in her blood now, made her
bold. She arched her back, put her ass in the air as she licked him
again, slow and wet. “More tongue? Or just
more
?”

Her icy lover growled. “More.”

She licked her lips and met his gaze, held
it as she kissed the head of his cock and slid her mouth around
him.

His jaw clenched, and he hummed his approval
as he touched her cheek. “You have a hot little mouth, don’t
you?”

Answering would mean releasing him, which
was unthinkable. Instead, Kelsey made a soft noise in the back of
her throat, one she knew would vibrate over him like a caress.

If he wanted a little heat to balance the
cold, she’d give it to him.

He wanted to blame Kelsey’s magic for the
fire licking at the edges of his control, but with her mouth so
cleverly occupied, Cain had no place to rest the blame but with
biology.

He’d had women with more
objective skill, but skill wasn’t what made the vixen’s blowjob so
appealing. It was that frenzied edge where polish was eroded by
hunger—
that
was
the part that left him strengthening his own ragged defenses even
as he thrust against her mouth.

Kelsey fisted her hand around the base of
his shaft and squeezed in time with every gentle bob of her head,
every hard draw as she sucked him eagerly. Pleasure became a
throbbing pressure, one he wasn’t sure he could ignore for
long.

If he didn’t distract her,
he’d forget why he was here. He’d forget that his role tonight
was
not
to be
distracted, to give her a man who could hold his own against her
charms. Gripping her hair, he pulled her back. “Take off those
charming little panties.”

She began to straighten but stopped short
with a gasp when he held tight to her hair. Understanding roughened
her breathing, and she closed her eyes and wiggled her panties down
to her knees, then her ankles.

“
So hot to watch.” He
reached for her bra and popped the fastenings with one deft flick
of his wrist. “This too.”

The lace fell away, baring full white
breasts peaked with tight pink nipples. “The chains?”

He bit back a smile. “Ah, yes. I’d almost
forgotten.” Which was a lie, but he’d been content to wait until
her nervousness waned enough for her to ask for them.

Patience would be his saving grace with this
one.

He released her hair and bent to retrieve
the bracelets. The finely wrought chain connecting them could be
secured to any number of convenient fastenings…or left free to
tease against her skin. “Hold out your wrists.”

She watched him through her lashes as she
obeyed. “Why did you come here tonight? Not upstairs with me—to
Last Call.”

He clasped the bracelet around her left
wrist and considered the question. “I have physical needs, but
human women often find me unsettling.”

“
How so?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You can’t feel
it?”

Kelsey bit her lip. “You seem...a little
removed from it all. Except—” The chains clinked as she dragged her
fingernails over his stomach and then wrapped a stroking hand
around him again. “No, not cold. Just serious.”

“
I
am
cold,” he reminded her gently,
even as his cock jumped under her hands. Odd, that he could divorce
his body from the pleasure of her touch, but couldn’t quite quell
the thrill of watching her stroke him. “Perhaps not as cold as
usual, though. I’m not entirely immune to your voice.”

She didn’t believe him. He could see it in
her eyes as she held up her right wrist and waited.

He fastened the golden cuff around her other
wrist and decided it was just as well. Even the most extreme human
fetishists found dancing with death far more arousing as a fantasy
than a reality. With his coldest edges melted by her magic, perhaps
he would finally be able to take a woman to bed without fear
tainting the pleasure.

But as the second shackle clicked shut, she
spoke again, her tone relaxed. Conversational. “Even if you were as
cold as you claim, I have no reason to be scared of you. My
mother’s a Muse and my father’s a god. Death has no dominion over
me.”

No, he supposed it didn’t, at that. “If I
were the sort to make jokes, I might say that this is a little bit
like sleeping with the boss’s daughter.”

“
Nonsense. I never lured a
single man to his grave.” Her smile faded. “Not on purpose, at
least.”

This was why he didn’t make jokes. His sense
of humor had always been twistingly morbid. Cain pressed his thumb
to her lips. “We are what we are, and there’s no shame in
that.”

She nipped at his thumb and tilted her head.
“Pretty words for my benefit, but are you truly unashamed of what
you are?”

This time he raised both eyebrows, feigning
curiosity as he braced himself. “Do you think I shouldn’t be?”

“
I think you’re beautiful,”
she whispered with a shake of her head. “But I’m not sure you agree
with me.”

He wasn’t certain, either, but he had no
intention of admitting as much. “I’ll just have to accept your word
for it.”

“
Mmm.” She bent her head
and licked his nipple. “You have me bound, at your mercy. Now what
are you going to do with me?”

“
I’m still considering my
options.” He caught the chain and twisted it around his hand a few
times, trapping her wrists close together. The headboard had plenty
of discreet fastenings for the chains, but so did the walls, and
even the ceiling.

He caught sight of one hook set a few feet
above a straight-backed, armless chair. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

Kelsey slid off the bed, a smile playing at
the corners of her lips. “Do you still want me to talk, or should I
be quiet for a while?”

Quiet might be easier on his nerves, but it
defeated the purpose of the whole night. “I want you to talk.” He
backed toward the chair, pulling her after him. “I want you to
babble. And perhaps, when the time is right, scream.”

“
That depends.” She glanced
past him to the chair, as if she’d already worked out his
intentions. “How clever is your tongue?”

“
I’m quite meticulous.”
Jerking on the chains, he pulled her off balance and caught her
when she stumbled against his chest. She was so pliant, a sweet,
warm armful, and he enjoyed the contrast of where she was soft and
he was hard. “Are you ready to see what a meticulous man can
do?”

“
Yes.” Her mouth dropped to
his collarbone, and her moan blew hot over his skin.

She was easy to lift, and a half-spin took
them to the chair. He lowered her to the polished wooden seat
before lifting her wrists. When he clipped the chain through the
hook, it left her arms stretched out above her head.

Perfect. “Now this is a vision.”

“
Cain.” She breathed his
name so quietly that the rattle of the chains nearly drowned out
the sound. “Don’t stare.”

In all honesty, he couldn’t
help himself. She
was
a vision, from her disheveled brown hair straight down to her
pink toenails. Gentle curves and soft angles. She couldn’t hide her
peaked nipples from his gaze, but she began to fidget, pressing her
legs together with a blush.

When he still didn’t look away, she lifted
her chin with an almost defiant look, parted her legs once more and
met his gaze. “Fine,” she murmured. “At least tell me what you
see.”

He smiled, and put all the heat he had in
him into it. “A beautiful woman who is learning the glorious
frustration of impatience.”

She moaned again and twisted her wrists in
the engraved cuffs. “You’re evil.”

“
I’ve heard it said.” His
erection throbbed as she squirmed, and he gripped it in his hand,
frustrated at his inability to control the physical reaction. Maybe
it was the proximity of her mouth, or the fact that her spread legs
revealed the slick wetness of arousal. “Would you like my cock in
your mouth or my tongue in your cunt?”

A whimper escaped her. “I want your tongue.
I’m so turned on it hurts.”

He’d been planning to give
her the opposite of what she requested, another tease to whet her
anticipation, but she looked so
hungry
.