Seduced by the Scrum-Half (Strathstow Sharks) (6 page)

There was no more talking. He pulled back until he was almost out of her, and then slid in again, holding her gaze all the way. She saw everything. Every reaction in his eyes, flare of his nostrils, change in his expression as he pulled back and powered into her again and again.

She ached to hold him in her arms, but settled for arching against him. Rocked her hips to match each thrust and giving him everything she had while he watched her, and she watched him.

She’d never done that before. Never had sex that was so open and honest. And it was mind-blowing. Absolutely mind-blowing.

Tension built, wound tighter with each heavy thrust of his hips against hers, each time her pussy throbbed around his cock and each time he rolled his hips against hers, pressing against the walls of her channel in ways that made her eyes want to cross. The sounds of sex filled the room; soft moans wrapped around deeper, masculine groans and the slap of skin against skin.

Then it was all too much. The orgasm came from nowhere and hit her broadside. No familiar tightening, no warning... she went over the edge without realizing it was even there. Ecstasy exploded deep within her, forcing a scream, a name, from her lips as it rippled outwards to envelope her entire body.

He swore as her pussy clenched hard around him, gripping and milking his cock as she rode the waves. Yanking the ties from her wrists, he pulled her into his arms and rolled, settling her into his lap to impale her on his cock. She cried again, the deeper penetration forcing more pleasure through her body until she lost where she ended and he began.

His fingers bit into her hips, thrusting stronger, more powerful as he drove up into her. His face stretched into a grimace, eyes finally closing and releasing her gaze. With a roar, he slammed into her a last time, body rigid as he came deep within her.

*

Fuck.

That. Was. Amazing.

Will blinked away the gray from the edges of his vision and looked at the angel straddling his lap. Sure, with his cock still buried balls deep in her sweet pussy, she was more of a dirty angel, but he didn’t care. She was perfect. Everything about her, from her sweet, instinctive responses to the sexy little moans that drove him wild, was perfect.

She had her head dropped back, hair flowing over her shoulders. Her hands on his chest pushed her breasts forward, the pink-tipped tipped mounds making his mouth water. If he could take an image from his head and put it on canvas, it would have been that one so he could look at it for a lifetime.

His cock pulsed, his mouth watering as he sat up with her in his lap to flick his tongue over one of those delectable treats. She squeaked, clutching at his shoulders, instinctively trusting him to support her in a way that fed his male pride.

“Hey! We just finished,” she argued, her words trailing off into a moan when he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked.

Releasing it with a pop, he grinned up at her.

“Buckle up then love, because I’m nowhere
near
finished with you yet.”

The End

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Being called into the boss’s office was nothing new for Duke and Baron. Being called in for something
other
than a bollocking was.

“You sure she said we weren’t in trouble?” Baron rumbled, the deep note of his dragon evident in his voice as he slouched in the chair next to Duke and glowered at his reflection in the window opposite. Given the nature of the agency’s work the PPA offices were open twenty-four-seven, so the window looked out onto the darkness of night.

Duke cast a glance the same way. Twins whose adoptive parents had decided that noble names would give their kids something to aspire to, they weren’t identical, not in human form anyway. As humans they looked alike, obviously brothers but that was where it ended. It was only in their shifted forms that they were truly identical. Whether or not that was the way with shadow-dragons, he had no idea. Dumped on the steps of a hospital when they were days old, they’d never met their parents, nor indeed any others of their kind. It had only been their adoptive father’s research that had given them a name for what they were. Seemed that shadow-dragons were as rare as rocking horse shit, so getting more info was a no-go. Story of their lives.

“Apparently not.” Duke shrugged. “She just said she wanted to talk to us about a job.”

He reached up, caught his hair at the nape of his neck and snapped the band from his wrist around it in a low pony-tail. Unsnapping a second he held it out to his brother. Baron glared at it as if it were a venomous snake. Curling his lip, he took it and caught his own hair back. Duke nodded in approval as he studied their reflections in the window. At least they looked presentable now. Kind of.

“Why?” He slid a sideways glance at Duke. His brother was way too quiet. Which meant he was thinking, which never led anywhere good, or he had done something, which also never led anywhere good. Especially since their last job had been at a house with stables. Stables with horses. Horses which, as far as Duke was concerned, were just steaks on legs and Duke sure as hell liked steak. He also hadn’t bugged the shit out of Baron to stop for pizza on the way to the offices, a fact that hadn’t occurred to Baron until just now.

“
Please
tell me you didn’t snack at the Jenkins.”

Duke turned to look at him and…yes, there it was. The wide-eyed, oh-so-innocent look that was completely believable to everyone but Baron. His breath punched out of his lungs in a hiss just as Iliona’s door opened.

“Keep shut and let me do the talking,” he ordered as the slender form of their boss was outlined in the door.

Iliona was human, which meant small and delicate. Where the agency was concerned though, she had balls of steel and would face down even the scariest of the paras. No one argued, not if they wanted a job. Work could be hard to come by if you were a paranormal, especially without the backing of an established pack like the wolves, and old money like the vamps. Hell, even the elves were organized, but dragons? Nada. Those that had to work were relegated to niche jobs or, Duke shuddered, construction. He fucking
hated
construction work. The agency had changed all that for them. Within five minutes of walking into the front office in desperation, they’d been hired and hadn’t looked back. Just sideways and up, normally while Iliona was shouting at them because Duke had eaten yet another family pet.

This time though, the little human’s face was wreathed in a smile. It looked good on her. Quickly Baron shut down that train of thought. He might be a dragon, and rather hard to kill, but that didn’t mean he was suicidal. All the guys working for the agency, whatever their species, knew the boss was in a triad with the two gargoyles, Cal and Gran, neither of whom would hesitate to prove exactly why gargoyles referred to other species as ‘squishable’.

“Just in time.” Iliona stood to one side of the door and waved them forward. “Come on in, sit down. I’ve got something I want to run by you.”

Like naughty schoolboys, the two brothers filed into the office with Baron, as always, in the lead. Clocking a stranger in the room, he stopped, and Duke walked smack into the back of him. Absorbing the impact with a soft grunt, he cast a swift glance over the guy—suited, booted, and human by the smell of him—then rolled his gaze to Iliona.

“Ahh, yes.” She hurried forward, putting herself between the dragons and the human. Their dislike of strangers, particularly human strangers, was well known. “This is Detective Hammond, he’s with the local police department. Detective Hammond, can I introduce you to Duke and Baron, two of our best operatives.”

Baron’s eyebrow rose at her praise. That certainly wasn’t what she’d called them the last time they’d wound up in here, shuffling their feet like kids summoned to the headmaster’s office. What she’d called them then would’ve made a marine blush.

He turned from glaring at his brother to find the detective on his feet, hand out to shake. Duke ignored it, taking one of the seats behind them without a word. No surprise there. Duke wasn’t a talker at the best of times. Baron shook the guy’s hand, offering a small, polite smile he didn’t feel. Humans and their damn rituals.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr…?” The detective let his words trail off in question.

“No mister. Just Baron.”

“Not all of our operatives are human, Detective.” Iliona chimed in. “And not all of them are comfortable giving their full names if, indeed, they have more than one.”

“They’d have to have a surname if they went through the education system, or if you’re employing them.” Confusion flowed over Hammond’s features as he did that little trouser hitch the experienced suit-wearer adopted to stop their pants creasing and sat down. Baron slumped into the chair next to Duke, not caring if his well-worn jeans got creased or not.

Boss-lady smiled from the other side of the desk, her hands folded over the file in front of her. The expression didn’t reach her eyes, and the scent rolling from her betrayed her irritation with the male. Not that he’d be able to pick that up with his dull senses.

“That would be true,” she replied. “If we paid them in money.”

Hammond blinked, looking between her and the two brothers. “No money? What do you pay them with then?”

“Cows.” Baron’s voice rang with relish as he picked up on the cue. “Live ones for us to roast. They taste better that way.”

“Oh…right.” Hammond’s skin had turned a strange shade of purple-green. Baron wasn’t sure if he was about to be sick or explode in rage. “Uhm, as long as you slaughter them humanely in accordance with city laws.”

“Of course.” Baron’s nodding was echoed by his brother, the movement visible in the corner of his eye. “All by the book.”

Yeah, right. If Hammond was dumb enough to believe that, he’d believe anything. Ignoring the human, Baron transferred his attention back to Iliona.

“You wanted to see us about something, boss-lady?”

“Indeed.” She flipped open the file in front of her. “I have a job for you. If you’re interested.”

Both brothers were all attention. Until now they’d worked in a team with others, so for Iliona to call them in on their own was a big thing, especially considering Duke’s choice in snacks.

“Yeah, we’re interested.” Duke ground out, surprising Baron. His brother didn’t like to speak, leaving all the talking to his brother instead, so for him to say something showed just how eager he was for the two of them to get their own gig. Not that they didn’t like working in a team with the rest of the guys. They couldn’t wish for a better team leader than Zane. A were himself, he was more than aware of the pros and cons of their nature. Even if he was a wolf rather than a dragon, he was good people as far as the brothers were concerned. At the very least, Duke hadn’t tried to rip Zane’s head off yet, which was a positive declaration of ever-lasting friendship as far as the grumpy dragon was concerned.

“Excellent.” Iliona didn’t bat an eyelid at Duke speaking. “It’s a protection detail, but with a twist….”

Baron sank down in his chair at that. Close protection could be fun, but it could also be an utter pain in the ass if the primary was a fucking idiot. Most were. Man or woman, he didn’t care which, both genders were just as bad for diva-ish behavior.

She slid a photo across the table to them. Duke picked it up first, whistling in the back of his throat in appreciation, the high note one only Baron could hear, before handing it across. He took it from his brother and looked, his eyes widening. The image was covert surveillance, somewhat grainy but the subject was clear. A brunette in a wrap dress just getting out of a limo. The photographer had caught her mid-movement, the pose highlighting the length of one curvy leg as her skirt rode high on her thigh, and the bodice of the dress pulled across a rack to make any guy’s mouth water. Large Jackie-O style sunglasses covered her face, concealing her age, but poise and sophistication wrapped around her like a second skin. The sort of confidence a woman didn’t attain until she was at least thirty. He huffed. Socialite born and bred. Probably a diva to boot.