Tequila Sunset (Last Call #4.5) (3 page)

His steps were longer. Zack overtook her
before she could open the door and pressed his chest to her back,
trapping her against the wood. “I never said nothing could touch
me.” The scent of her filled his nose, heated his blood, and he
nudged her ass with his hips. “Tell me what you want that’s so
wrong, and we’ll see.”

Her breath caught, and he could smell her
arousal as she braced her hands against the door. “An alpha
werewolf told me once that nothing made him as hot as a strong
woman’s submission, and that was my specialty. I decided he wasn’t
worth the risk, and I stayed away from strong werewolves after
that.”

“
Your specialty was faking it…
or
not
faking it?”

She shivered, and the words came hesitantly,
as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to give him the truth. “I faked
submission. But I didn’t always want it to be an act.”

If he’d tried to imagine Iris telling him
these things, it wouldn’t have worked. Yet here she was… His hands
clenched against the door. “Is that the problem you keep talking
about? That you want to submit to me?”

“
I
would
submit to you. And giving up control is dangerous
for a demon.”

Refuting her words would be easy. Refuting
them confidently, on the other hand… “I think I can handle it.”

“
You think so?” The
whispered words sounded like a challenge, and a moment later he
found out why.

Power flooded the apartment, unleashed from
whatever restraints she’d kept it under for so many years. He was
used to the steady prickle of Leo’s magic, but Iris’ felt
different. Not stronger, but more persistent. Magic curled around
him, brushed his aura and left behind a tingling feeling of
arousal. And deeper, underneath it all, was the silent promise that
he’d found a woman who would take everything he could give her and
revel in the sexual abandon.

His mind darkened until only a single image
remained, a vivid scene painted in shades of longing and lust.
Iris, standing before him as she was now, only naked and
trembling.

Zack sucked in a ragged breath as he
pictured pinning her hands against the wall over her head and
sliding his hands down her back to the curve of her ass. She moaned
and bared her throat when his fingers slipped between her legs, and
he --

He shook himself from the fantasy. If it had
been anyone but Iris, he’d have dragged her to the bedroom and
fucked her into exhaustion and beyond. Instead, he swayed closer.
“Let me try, baby. I’ll be careful.”

She moaned, and the stiff line of her spine
melted into a submissive arch as her head fell forward. “This is
why I didn’t dare tell you. I’ll let you do anything you want to
me, Zack. Do you understand? Anything.”

It took a willpower he didn’t know he
possessed, but he let his hands fall to his sides and stepped back.
“Then invite me to your bed, Iris. Now.”

Iris turned slowly and gathered the hem of
her dress in her hands. Large brown eyes stared at him as she
pulled the fabric up and over her head. When her face appeared
again, her eyes were closed and her face held nothing but slack,
desperate need. “Take me to bed. Take me wherever you want. Just…
take me.”

Zack hauled her into his arms before the
dress hit the floor. He covered the scant distance to her bedroom
quickly with long, eager strides, barely able to stop himself from
tossing her on the bed and tumbling after her. “How? Tell me.”

“
Don’t ask me that unless
you’re sure you can handle the answer, Zack.”

He did toss her on the bed then, but stepped
back and lowered his hands to his shirt. “I asked. I want an
answer.”

She rolled onto her stomach and up to her
knees, presenting him with the smooth curve of her ass encased in
white panties with honest-to-God lace edging them.

When she spoke, her voice was nothing more
than a husky whisper. “Sometimes I have dreams that start like
this. Only my hands are tied to the bed and I’m blindfolded, and
all I can do is wait for you to touch me, to make me come again and
again…”

“
I can do that, Iris.” If
she wanted domination, he’d give it to her. He’d make her come so
hard she couldn’t see, and then…

Then, when she was still shaking with the
force of her pleasure, he’d make love to her.

Iris curled her fingers around the worn
fabric of her quilt and tried not to think about how weak she was.
Behind her she heard the sound of leather whispering against a
belt-buckle, and a dark tendril of magic unfurled inside her,
taunting her with the possibilities. So many ways she could tempt
him, so many things she could goad him into doing. Inside her, the
power whispered for her to find a way to take control again, to
give him just enough of what he wanted to bring him to his knees.
Enough to make him beg for more.

She closed her eyes and focused on the sound
of his shoes hitting the floor instead, fighting a whimper as her
magic flared and gave her another taste of his desire, this time
infused with the pure radiant heat of love. So many men had desired
her, but none of them had loved her. Wanted her, without a doubt.
Coveted her, even. But love…

No one had ever loved her. No one had ever
been this dangerous.

The bed dipped under his weight, and denim
chafed her bare legs as Zack gripped her hips and rolled her onto
her back. His fingers skated up her arms, guided them to the
pillows above her head. “Don’t move your hands, and don’t open your
eyes.”

She curled her fingers around the sad,
threadbare pillowcase and fought another wave of temptation. “Be
careful. I don’t know if I can keep the magic under control.”

“
What will happen if you
let go?”

Iris fought a shiver. “You’ll
meet my dark side. I’ll fight you for dominance and you might not
like it.”
You might not like me.

He just snorted. “After all this, you want
to keep lying to me?” His hand skimmed up her leg, over the back of
her thigh, and his fingers slipped under the edge of her panties.
“Let go.”

She didn’t want to, but the heat that shot
through her in the wake of his touch was too much. Ianthe would
break free sooner or later, and Zack would see who -- and what --
she truly was.

And maybe he’d end up walking away from her
after all. Better now, before she knew what she was missing. When
he was still whole and could go on to live a full, safe life
without her.

It was easier than it should have been to
unleash the demoness hidden beneath the skin. The magic that had
circled before spiraled inward, bringing with it a rush of
pleasure. Her body felt liquid as goose bumps rose on her arms and
her nipples tightened painfully beneath the constricting fabric of
her bra. She arched her hips a little and opened her eyes, fixing
her gaze on Zack’s face.

He looked almost feral. His jaw clenched and
his eyes blazed, and he tugged lightly at the delicate fabric of
her panties. “I told you not to open your eyes.”

Husky laughter filled the room, low and
dark, and it had been so long since she’d heard it that Iris barely
recognized it as her own. But the words that came next felt all too
familiar -- truth that finally escaped after decades of living a
lie. “And I told you my dark side isn’t always a good little
girl.”

“
So I see. But even bad
girls know to play nice until they get what they want.” Zack bent
his head with a growl and nipped at the sensitive skin of her
stomach. “Close your eyes.”

A tiny voice whispered for her to push him
more. To challenge him and see how far he’d go. To see how far she
could make him go.

But it was Zack, and her body ached for his
touch more than her magic hungered for the chase. She squeezed her
eyes shut as the first tiny thread of hope grew inside her. Zack’s
love for her made him dangerous, but she’d never considered the
converse.

Her love for him made him powerful.

“
Thank you.” He gathered
her hair in his hand and urged her head back. She felt the wet
brush of his tongue on her throat and then the sharp bite of his
teeth, almost distracting her from his other hand sliding inside
her panties.

She sucked in a breath and reached down to
tangle her fingers in his hair. “Again. Harder.”

“
Uh-uh.” His fingers
ventured lower. “Tell me more about those dreams of
yours.”

Frustration rose hard and fast at his
refusal, but Iris ignored it and stroked at the back of his head
instead. “I could… I could show you.” It came out sounding more
nervous than seductive, and she braced herself for a swift
rejection.

He froze and whispered, “All right. Show
me.”

The trust was almost intimidating. Iris
closed her eyes and let the magic rise again, this time focusing on
the soft brush of his fingers and the heat of his body. She let him
see the things she’d dreamt of, knowing the images would flash
through his mind in vivid Technicolor. First the fantasy of being
backed against the wall, her hands pinned over her head as he
taunted and teased. Then his fingers in her hair, him growling
encouragement as she sucked his cock. The feel of his hand as he
landed a stinging slap to her ass and soothed her at once with his
tongue in her cunt…

Zack tensed, and a low, tortured growl
shuddered out of him. “Is that what you want?” His teeth scraped
her chin, and one fingertip teased over her clit and was gone.

Her hips jerked, chasing the touch. “Yes.
All of it.”

He bit her again, this time on the shoulder,
and pulled his hand from her underwear. “Get up and finish
undressing.”

Iris felt the heavy weight of his gaze as
she moved to the edge of the bed and climbed carefully to her feet.
When she turned she found Zack relaxing against the mattress, his
eyes intense.

It was impossible not to tease him. She
lifted her hands to her bra but avoided the small plastic clasp
nestled between her breasts in favor of brushing her fingertips
over her too-sensitive nipples.

He rose up on his knees and beckoned. “Come
here.”

It was only one step back to the bed, but
she paused with one knee braced against the edge of the mattress.
“I thought you wanted me to get undressed.”

“
You’re too slow.” He
curled his fingers down into the cups of her bra and jerked. The
thin garment yielded with a loud snap as the clasp
broke.

Her other knee hit the bed and she
whimpered. “You are so much hotter than anything I dreamt
about.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw, and Zack groaned
softly. “I don’t know how much longer I can pretend you’re not
driving me out of my mind, Iris.” His thumb swept over her nipple.
“Bend over the bed.”

Leaning down to brace her hands against the
bed brought her face even with his cock where it strained against
his underwear. Longing gripped her, and she nuzzled her cheek
against the shaft with a soft sigh. “Let me make you come,” she
whispered, the words a soft plea. “Then you can do anything you
want to me.”

His cock jerked, and another groan rasped
out of him. “That wasn’t my plan, you know.”

“
Then tell me your plan.”
And I’ll do it.
I’ll do anything…
The thought should have terrified her.

He moved off the bed, one hand trailing down
her back, and knelt behind her. “I’m going to make you come until
you can’t stand it anymore. Then I’m going to take you.” As he
spoke, he tugged her panties down her legs.

Iris fisted her hands in the thin quilt and
locked her knees. “I spent a hundred years as a notorious
seductress and you’re the first man to turn down having my lips
wrapped around his cock.”

The stubble on his cheeks rasped over the
backs of her thighs. “I’m only saving it for later.” His hand
curved around her hip, and he stroked her ass with his thumb. “I
saw this in your head. You want me to spank you while I eat your
pussy.”

It was the perfect reverse of everything sex
had always been. She’d spent her life plucking fantasies from men’s
minds and playing them out. Now Zack had seen into her mind, and
she had given him the power. Only the knowledge of what that power
had cost her made her hesitate. “Don’t do it just because I want
it. Don’t do anything you don’t want to.”

His deep laugh vibrated over her skin.
“You’re kidding, right? Honey, I’ve been dreaming about getting my
tongue inside you for months.” His hands moved, fingers parting the
slick, swollen lips of her cunt, and his tongue dipped around her
clit in a lazy circle.

Heat shot through her, followed by a wave of
languid pleasure that made her body tremble. Nothing had ever
reduced her to helplessness so swiftly. The demon disapproved, not
just of her vulnerability but the willingly relinquished power. She
wanted to twist free of his grip and drop to her knees, to go down
on him so fast and ruthlessly that Zack was the one unable to
resist the lure of pleasure.