The Dark King (11 page)

They stopped in front of a massive set of double doors. The guard raised his fist and knocked.

"Enter!" a booming voice called out.

The guard pushed the doors open and shoved Taylor inside. She turned to follow him back out, but he closed the doors in her face. "This is ridiculous! If you need someone to watch you screw your girlfriend again, pick someone else."

"Why in the Goddess did you contact Linx?" Hades bellowed, trampling her words.

Had Linx called Hades first? Why would he do that?

Taylor swung around to answer the King, only to discover that the corner of her towel was wedged in the door. The move ripped the towel away from her body, before she could catch it, leaving her
naked
.

Hades' expression morphed from outrage to shock to desire in less time than it took her to gasp. Taylor turned and lunged for her towel. She tugged hard, but the material wouldn't budge. She covered herself with her hand, while she attempted to open the door. She hadn't heard Hades move, but she sensed the instant he was standing behind her. The raw heat from his body hit her like a volcanic eruption, making her melt inside.

"Please leave it," he murmured in her ear. His warm breath teased the shell-like flesh and she quivered.

Taylor didn't think the word 'please' left the Dark King's mouth often. That more than anything else stopped her.

Hades' hands shook as they gently touched her bare shoulders and slowly turned her to face him. The red rings had returned to his eyes, nearly swallowing the blue. "I tried." He sounded ashamed. "You have no idea how hard I tried not to touch you." His mouth nuzzled her neck. "But I'm not strong enough. I need…I want..."

She wanted, too.

Taylor closed her eyes as the heat of his lips scorched her, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. Her traitorous body responded despite her resolve to change old behaviors. The release she'd found while fantasizing about Hades last night was still fresh in her mind. What would it feel like to really have his hands exploring her body? His mouth tasting her hidden places? His shaft touching her soul?

She rose onto her toes, seeking his warmth, wanting his kiss, even though he’d never belong to her. Their lips met tentatively, a quick touch, an exchange of breaths. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. His sensuous mouth tempted her, demanded that she take more.

Taylor reached for his neck and sank her hands into his thick hair. The strands were soft as silk as she threaded her fingers deeper, so she could pull him closer. The first press of his muscles made her weak in the knees. Hades groaned and his grip on her tightened. The embrace went from innocent exploration to inferno. Their tongues greeted, then began to dance.

Taylor's body went up in flames as Hades yanked her against his hard length. One hand rose, winding its way into her long, red hair. His fingers tangled, then pulled gently. He held her exactly where he wanted her and deepened the kiss. This time Taylor moaned.

The Dark King could kiss. She'd give him that.

He explored her mouth with an expertise that only made her long for more. Taylor pulled at his clothing. How did this darn thing open? Last night, he'd made it look so easy. The thought gave rise to bitter memories. Taylor jerked her head back. They shouldn't be doing this.

"No! Do not pull away." Hades refused to let her go. He growled and sought her lips once more. By the time he finished kissing her, Taylor was boneless and he’d managed to change her mind, but only because she’d let him.

"Take this off," she said, weakly tugging at his clothes.

Hades complied instantly. One second his clothes were there, the next they were gone.

"How did you?" She glanced at the floor, but his clothing was nowhere in sight.

"Later." Hades took her hand and led her into another room that held a massive bed made up of a pile of furs that would've given animal right's activists an apoplexy. The furs were stacked over three feet high and ten feet wide and took up most of the room. Hades didn't give Taylor time to look around. He picked her up and carried her over to the furs and gently laid her down.

Taylor expected him to follow, to immediately thrust inside of her like he had Opal, but he didn't. He simply stared at her like he'd never seen a woman before. The intensity of his gaze made her nervous. "Hades?"

"Let me look at you. Smell your delicious fragrance. Savor this moment." The Dark King looked pained as he stared down at her. The longing in his eyes seared her soul.

A dangerous feeling rose inside of Taylor, it was that same emotion she'd vowed to ignore for a while. She couldn't go down this road again. She'd promised herself that she wouldn’t fall for another bad boy. This was just sex. This
had
to be just sex.

"I imagined what you'd look like lying amongst my furs, but my fantasies paled by comparison to the real thing," Hades said. "You are exquisite."

Taylor didn't think her body could get any hotter, but she was wrong. Hades reached for her foot and gently kissed the bottom of her sole. A shiver tracked through her leg, settling at the juncture between her thighs. He kissed her again and ran his tongue along her arch. Taylor giggled and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her.

"I need to taste you. Every inch of you." Hades nibbled on her ankle, then rained kisses upon her leg. He worked his way up one leg and down the other. He was patient, attentive, and far too thorough a lover for her piece of mind. Yet he avoided the places that needed him most.

Oh he was good, so very good.

That careful avoidance only ratcheted up her need, driving her into frenzy. When Taylor thought she couldn't take another second, Hades flipped her onto her belly and kissed his way up the back of her legs. Her sex grew moist as he neared her bottom. He had to smell her. Heck, she could smell the musk rising from her skin and she wasn't even down there.

***

Hades leaned over her and inhaled. Taylor smelled so rich, ripe, and sensual. He'd never tasted skin like hers and he doubted he ever would again. The round globes of her bottom jiggled beneath him. Hades couldn't resist taking a small bite, careful not to break the skin. She squealed as his sharp teeth latched onto her, then burst into laughter.

"Stop that." She swatted at him, but he easily avoided her half-hearted blow.

"A King doesn't take orders," he said. "Besides, I needed to see if you tasted as good as you smelled."

She glanced over her shoulder. "And do I?"

"Better," he said, meaning it. Hades continued his journey, this time exploring her back.

The Dark King never realized how much restraint he had until this moment. All he wanted to do was bury his nose in her moist sex and lap up her juices for hours. He longed to taste her release on his tongue, feel her clit swell beneath his teeth, and plunge into her depths. But he wouldn't. Not yet. Taylor was the type of woman meant to be savored.

He kissed her shoulder blades, then nibbled on her fragile neck, licking and sucking on the tender flesh. The tendon jumped when he touched it. Hades focused on the taut muscle, feeling it flex beneath his mouth. One bite would be all it would take. One bite would change both their destinies. He felt his incisors grow along with the urge to mark her, and quickly jerked his head away. What was he doing?

Hades stared at the small purple blemish marring the base of her pale throat and shuddered at how close he'd come to sealing their fates.

He shook his head to clear it and slowly kissed his way down Taylor's supple spine, away from temptation. "Spread your thighs for me. Your delicious scent is driving me crazy. I want to taste you. I want to bury my face in the dew, dripping from your soft curls."

Taylor reacted in an instant. Her legs parted so wide that at first he was shocked, then Hades remembered that she was a dancer. He'd researched the meaning after she'd explained what she did. He'd seen her 'dancing' in her thoughts, but for some reason he couldn't believe it, even when faced with the facts. Hades was still angry over the idea of other men staring at her naked body. He didn't think that would ever change, but looking at her now he realized her
skills
held a lot of possibilities.

Hades positioned his wide shoulders between Taylor's trim thighs, then leaned over and inhaled. Her glorious scent washed over him, drowning him and he didn't even try to save himself. Instead, Hades scooted forward and stuck out his tongue—
his very long Atlantean tongue
—and licked her from end to end.

Taylor's sharp flavor burst inside his mouth. Hades closed his eyes and groaned. She tasted even better than he'd imagined. He swirled his tongue around her back entrance until she squirmed upon the bed and her bottom rose up to meet him. The new position brought her dripping sex up to eye level.

"Don't move!" He growled, latching onto her hips to hold her in place. Hades extended his tongue to its full seven inches and slowly entered her tight channel. Taylor's body gripped him as he continued his journey deeper inside of her. When he was fully seated, Hades curled his tongue, undulating the thick muscle, then purred.

***

Taylor's breath rushed out of her body as vibrations shook her from the inside out. She knew what she was feeling though her mind wrestled with the truth. No ones tongue was that long and flexible. It wasn’t possible.

His purr deepened and the vibrations increased. When Hades swirled his tongue inside of her, he stroked a bundle of nerves that she never knew existed. Taylor cried out as an unexpected orgasm hit her, sending her spiraling. She tried to stay still, but she couldn't. Her back bowed and her hips convulsed a second before her channel clamped down on him.

She dropped onto the bed. Her breath came out in loud pants, as her body continued to twitch and jerk. Hades flicked and swirled his tongue inside of her and a new wave of tremors shook her, extending her pleasure.

When the shudders finally slowed to a waning pulse, Hades withdrew his raspy tongue and lapped at her nether lips, greedily devouring the dripping juices from her release.

"You taste like nothing I've ever experienced. I could eat you for days and never grow tired," he murmured between licks. "My Kingdom could fall down around us and I would not notice because I'd be so drunk on your sweet nectar."

Taylor tried not to picture a lifetime of having Hades' head buried between her thighs and failed miserably. Her whole body shook with emotion. She chastised herself again for letting the Dark King get under her skin.

"There are other places I need to taste before this day is through." Hades rose onto his knees and carefully turned her over. His eyes locked onto her nipples and seemed to dilate. He slowly licked his lips. "And I know just where to start."

The second his body came down upon hers, Taylor knew she was in trouble. They were a perfect fit. There was no shuffling for position or readjusting. It was like they'd been made for each other.

Sure, she'd thought the same thing in the past, but she'd had to
make
her ex's into the perfect fit. It took a lot of imagination. Not so with Hades. His massive body seemed to slot right into hers.

He leaned over and latched onto her nipple. It felt so much like her daydream last night that she had momentary déjà vu. Reality erased the hazy vision, as Hades swirled his rough tongue around her, teasing her flesh into tight kernels.

Taylor found herself growing moist once more as he sucked her deep into his mouth and bit down. There was a flash of pain, which was quickly eased by a gentle swipe of his tongue and a press of his sensual lips.

His hard shaft rested against her belly. It throbbed in time to the strong pulls of his mouth. Taylor's skin tightened and she couldn't seem to hold still. She writhed beneath him, her body feeling empty, wanting. Her need grew palpable. She could taste it on her tongue. But Hades wasn't taking the hint. He continued to suck on her nipples until they ached and turned bright red, flushed with blood. He buried his face between her breasts and inhaled.

"You smell sweet here, too. Like one of your earth desserts," he murmured. "I was brought one years ago. I have not forgotten the sugary aroma."

"I need you." Taylor nibbled on his shoulder, before trailing her lips over his skin and nuzzling his neck.

Hades ignored her and continued to feast.

Taylor rocked her hips, trying to rub her clit along his shaft. He was driving her crazy. She needed him inside of her. Hades shifted, preventing her from reaching his glorious cock. She growled in frustration and bit down hard on the spot where his shoulder met his neck. Her blunt teeth sank into his skin, leaving white marks behind.

Hades released her instantly and reared back. His face was flushed and he was breathing hard. His eyes turned dark crimson, erasing all trace of the aqua blue. "Why did you do that?" A snarled demand for an answer.

"Because you weren't paying attention," she grit out. There was only so much teasing a girl could take.

"Oh, but I was." His voice lowered to dangerous levels, but she noticed his cock grew even harder. "Don't ever bite me again unless you mean it."

Taylor wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she'd agree to anything as long as he stopped messing around and gave her what she wanted.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, trailing a thick finger along her moist opening.

It galled her to answer, but Taylor was desperate. "Yes!" she hissed. "If it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all." Hades positioned the head of his shaft at her entrance. "Human anatomy is smaller than that of the Phantoms."

She writhed. "What does that mean?"

"It means that since I'm your first, it may hurt when I take you," he said, looking far too pleased by the fact.

The warning made her hesitant, but she wasn't going to change her mind. Taylor was way beyond caring about a little pain. She braced her heels on the furs and prepared for him to plunge inside of her.

Once again Hades surprised her. He entered her slowly, inch by glorious inch until she felt stuffed, packed, overflowing with his maleness. Even then, it wasn't enough. Taylor needed more.