The Original Sin (Skye Morrison Vampire Series, #3) (12 page)

He growled as I finally came down and he flipped us over as he took control.  The hard, relentless pounding was incredible.  The sex was rough, filled with every bit of the frustration we felt by having to deny ourselves this moment for the past month and a half.  It was desperate, driven, and absolutely divine. 

“I want to take you from behind,” he growled and I excitedly moaned my approval.

He withdrew from me, flipped me over and dragged me by my ankles to the end of the bed.  He stood behind me, gathered my long hair up in his hand and wrapped it around it a few times.  He pulled hard and my head immediately jerked back.  I hurriedly scrambled to all fours and he slapped my ass hard.

“Yes,” I cried out, loving his treatment of me.  I didn’t want warm and fuzzy with him, I wanted to take the roughest, hardest, deepest pounding of my life.

“Are you ready for this, baby?” he asked as he tugged harder on my hair, arching my back.  I looked over my shoulder at him and moaned at the wicked smile on his face.

“Yes,” I moaned.  “Fuck me, Archer.  Please!”

He grabbed one of my hips as he pulled my hair and slammed his huge length inside me.  I cried out in ecstasy and pain.  He pounded me quickly as he spoke in Gaelic.  I couldn’t tell what he was saying, but it didn’t matter.  He was enjoying the experience, too; that much I could tell.

“Oh, God,” I gasped, suddenly.  “I’m so close.  Don’t. Stop. Fucking. Me!”

“Come for me, baby,” Archer growled roughly in-between strokes as he slapped my ass again.  “Come for me.  I want to hear you scream my name.”

I was about to tip over that magical threshold when, for some reason, I looked over at the apartment door.  To my shock and horror, Amun was standing there with his arms folded across his chest; an amused look on his face.  I screamed out in terror and ecstasy as by body climaxed around Archer.

I bolted upright, panicked and panting, and the room was completely dark. It took me a second to realize that I was in my room back at Archer’s house.  I fumbled for the lamp and hurriedly clicked it on.  I fearfully gazed about the room, looking for Amun or Archer, but found no one.

“What the fuck?” I breathed heavily as I put my heart to my chest.  I looked down and saw that I was wearing black boy shorts and my Heartbreak Honeys TXRD shirt.  I ran my hands down my chest and tried to get a handle on my racing heart.

“How did I get here?” I mumbled aloud to myself.  I walked into the bathroom and saw the tights and dress I had worn to work sitting in the laundry basket.  When I walked into my closet, my boots were sitting in their spot on the shelf.

What the hell is going on?
  I looked to my door and knew where my answers lay.  I immediately threw my door open and walked the few feet down the hall to Archer’s room.

I didn’t bother knocking as I walked in and cut on the lamp by his bed.  Archer rolled over and groggily opened his eyes.

“Skye?” he asked softly, sleep still thick in his voice.  “What’s wrong?  What is it?”

“How did I get here, Archer?” I demanded, and not too kindly I might add.

“What?” he asked, confused, as he fully sat up in bed.  “What are you talking about?”

“Cut the shit, Archer,” I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest.  “How did I get home from work?”

Archer ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.  “You woke me up just so I could remind you of how you got home?”  He glanced over at the clock at his bedside and then looked back up at me, displeased.  “It’s 5am for Christ’s sake.  What’s gotten into you?”

I stared at him and saw no trace of the heat or passion I had seen from him in his office.  I sighed as I turned and sat down on the edge of the bed.  I was so beyond confused.  One second, I’m having the dirtiest, hottest sex of my life with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen and the next I’m lying in bed with no memory of how I got there.

“Who did I ride home with?” I asked quietly, my mind racing with questions and my heart a bundle of confused feelings.

“Um,” I heard Archer push back the covers and felt him slide to the edge to sit next to me.  “I believe you rode home with Killian and Hagan in the Escalade.  Why?  Were you that drunk that you can’t remember getting home?”

I let his answer sink in and I turned to him, completely scared of what was happening to me.  I was missing time, significant time, and I didn’t know how to handle it.  “If I share something with you, will you promise not to hurt me?”

“Why would I hurt you, Skye?” Archer asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m going to ask you to peer inside my mind and I want you to promise that you won’t hurt me if I trust you with this again,” I explained timidly.  “I need you right now…and I need to know that I can trust you.”

“I promise,” he whispered, suddenly concerned.  “I promise, Skye.  You can trust me.  What’s going on?”

I took a deep breath and turned my body to face his.  He did the same and soon we were facing each other on the bed. I slowly reached out to take his hands and gently placed them on my cheeks as I leaned into him.  His smell immediately bombarded my senses as his pheromones slammed full force into me.  I felt my breath quicken and Archer’s eyes got wide as he took in my immediate response to him.  Never had I reacted so strongly or so readily to his pheromone influence before.

“Skye,” he whispered as he smelled the reaction his pheromones gave me.

“Just read me,” I whispered back as I looked deeply into his eyes.

Suddenly to room started to wobble and tilt as Archer accessed my mind.  This invasion of my memories was softer than last time.  Last time, it felt like they were being ripped from me.  This time, I willingly gave them up.

The first thing I saw was our fight in the living room.  I saw myself walk out and I saw my swim in the pool.  I saw my breakup with Jameson and my girl talk with Rachel.  I saw us working, drinking, and dancing, then I saw me go to Archer’s office.  I saw my conversation with Ruarc and I saw Archer and me fighting again.  The next thing I saw was him kissing me and I heard Archer’s audible intake of surprise in front of me.  I saw him throw me on the bed and our intense sexual episode after that.  The last thing I saw was Amun’s smile before I saw myself wake up in my room.

Archer growled as he released his hold on my mind.  He was breathing heavily and not from the physical exertion mind reading could cause.  He was very obviously turned on.  His pupils were large and dilated, his mouth hung slack, his lips were parted, and his…impressive manhood was on proud display under his thin black silk boxers. 

I licked my lips and hurriedly looked up from his hips.  I felt my cheeks instantly flush red with embarrassment.  “So, yeah,” I breathed, trying to calm my racing heart.  “That’s what I meant by ‘how did I get home’.”

“Jesus, Skye,” he breathed as he looked my body up and down.  “That was incredible.”

“Calm down, lover boy,” I pursed my lips.  “We’ve got bigger problems here.  I’m missing a few hours in my memory.”

Archer licked his lips and shook his head, obviously trying to shake the vision of us in bed together.  “I-I can’t explain that,” he sighed as he stood up.  “It had to be Amun messing with you.  What I saw just a few seconds ago most definitely didn’t happen.  Trust me, I would have remembered that.  Those positions…and the spanking…” he started, but I cut him off.

“I’m well aware of the spanking,” I waved my hand as if to erase the memory.  “Do you really think this is another one of Amun’s dreams that he is controlling?  If so, why have me dream about having sex with you.  Why would he care to see that? Or have me experience that, for crying out loud.  What’s the point?”

Archer looked down at me and frowned.  “I have no idea,” he shook his head.  “I don’t understand it either.  Are you sure it wasn’t just a dream that you had naturally?  I mean…”

“No,” I said quickly, looking down at my hands.  “Er…I mean…I guess it could have been.”

Archer gently reached down and lifted my chin with his finger so that our eyes met.  “Is that how you feel about me?  Do you want to do those things with me?”

I blushed furiously as I looked away.  “No,” I paused and then sighed.  “I don’t know.  Maybe.  Yes?”

Archer grabbed my hands and gently pulled me off the bed.  I stood in front of him and my breath hitched at the memory of our kiss in his office. 

He searched my eyes, as if asking my permission, as he slowly leaned his head down to mine.  I had a sudden thought and clamped my hand over his mouth, stopping him in his tracks.

“What do you remember from tonight?” I asked, deep in thought.  “What is that last thing from my memory that is true?”

Archer sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned back from me.  He took a step back and I dropped my hand from his mouth.  “Well, um…when I was chastising you about the way you talked to Ruarc.  I told you that you were hardheaded and you said that it was a gift.”

“Okay,” I nodded my head as I went to sit back down on the bed, worrying at my bottom lip, deep in thought.  “So, what happened after that?”

“Well,” Archer sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.  I watched as his muscles in his stomach and arms adjust and ripple as he lifted his arms.  I instantly thought back to my dream and his naked body underneath me, grabbing my hips as I rode him.  I swallowed hard and Archer immediately looked down at me.  “You’re projecting those thoughts awfully loudly over there.  If you want me to behave, I’m going to need you to stop thinking about that.  I already saw it once; I can’t handle seeing it again without wanting to make that dream a reality.  A man has only so much control, Skye.”

“Sorry,” I blushed and looked down at my hands.  “I can’t help it.”

Archer growled and reached down to adjusted himself.  I could tell that he was hard to the point of it being painful.  “So, as I was saying, after I said that you were hard headed, I told you that Ruarc ultimately agreed with your request.  He was definitely not happy about it, but you did provide valuable information to them about Amun.”

“So he agreed?” I asked, surprised.  “I get a guard?”

“Yes,” Archer said unhappily.  “You may have your pick of the ones that are currently guarding us, if you still wish to move.  You will be provided with two so that you are always guarded, day and night.  Ruarc will send our replacements soon after.”

“Thank you,” I said gratefully, but part me of felt sad at the thought of leaving Archer’s house.  After having that dream, I was no longer as furious with Archer as I had been.  My attraction to him was deeper and my desire was scorching hot.  Realizing this left conflicting and confusing feelings in my heart.  I was still furious at him for what he and the others did to me, but I guess you can’t have hot and amazing dream sex with someone and not feel a little something for them afterward.

“So, uh…what happened after that?” I questioned as I tried to hide the conflicting feelings deep down so he wouldn’t see them.

“Well, you said thanks, poured up a glass of scotch and left,” he shrugged his shoulders.  “It was pretty uneventful.  I came out of my office a few minutes later and you were sitting at the bar downstairs drinking your drink, not saying anything to anyone.  When it was time to go, you grabbed your stuff and got into the Escalade with Killian and Hagan and when you got home you went to your room and shut the door.  That’s the last I saw of you until just now.”

“Where’s Styvi Nix?” I asked, suddenly worried.  “She wasn’t in my bed when I woke up.”

“Jameson has her,” he explained gently.  “You went to bed without so much as a glance her way.  So, Jameson took her upstairs and she’s sleeping with him.  She has really taken to him.”

My brow furrowed with the confusion I felt.  “What?  I would have never just ignored Styvi and I definitely wouldn’t have gone to bed without her.  I don’t understand.  That isn’t like me.”

“I agree,” Archer sighed tiredly, running his fingers through his hair again.  “You had been acting kind of strange at the bar before we left; not talking to anyone and all, but I thought it was because you were still mad at everyone.  You were also pretty drunk, too.”

I bit my bottom lip as I evaluated my sobriety.  It had only been a few hours since my last drink.  With the amount of alcohol I had consumed tonight, I should have still been intoxicated; at the very least, feel buzzed, but I wasn’t.  I was stone cold sober.

“I’m sober,” I whispered as I looked up at Archer.  “I’m completely sober.  I shouldn’t be.  I don’t get it.  What the hell is going on with me?”

“I don’t know, love,” Archer shook his head and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

“Are you sure Amun didn’t infect me with something?” I asked, suddenly terrified at the thought. 

“I’m positive, Skye,” he said as he pulled me into his arms and comforted me.  “Hunter, Trey or I would have caught it when we read you.  I don’t know what’s going on, but I know you aren’t infected with something.  I’m sorry I thought you were a Trojan Horse.  It’s my fault you are so worried about that.  I should have never said anything.”

“Asshole,” I whispered as I leaned into him and buried my head in his neck.  “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know,” he whispered as he softly kissed my temple and squeezed me tighter.  “I know, baby.”

We were quiet for a few minutes as we contentedly sat together, me in his arms.  After a while, Archer spoke up.  “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you not asking my permission to bring your animal into my house,” he said quietly.

“Oh, I didn’t forget,” I smiled tightly and sat up.  “I called you from Drop Kick’s to ask your permission, but you were otherwise engaged, remember?  I figured that if you could have a bitch with you, so could I.”

Archer sighed and looked down at me.  “That was just work.  I provided my business associates with a few escorts to accompany us to a club that they wanted to go to.  The girl you heard on the phone was just that, a girl.  I like women, my dear,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes as he studied my face.  I chuckled and he took that moment to lean in and try to kiss me.

I stood up in a hurry, my hormones screaming angrily at me, and bid him a good night.  I heard a sexually frustrated growl as I hurried out the door before closing it.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself.  Part of me wanted to throw the door open, run back in there and have my way with him, just as I did in my dream.  I bit my bottom lip, refrained, and made my way to the front of the house.  I silently climbed up one side of the double staircase and made my way to Jameson’s room.  I knocked quietly and a few seconds later, a sleepy eyed and bed-head ridden Jameson opened the door.  He was wearing my favorite pair of blue silk boxers and I quickly looked back up and into his face.

“I’m uh…sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could get Styvi Nix from you,” I whispered quickly.  “I hate sleeping without her.”

Jameson looked confused, but ultimately agreed.  He opened the door wider and allowed me to enter.  I heard her soft snore coming from under the covers and determined that Styvi was curled up in Jameson’s bed fast asleep.  My heart constricted at the sound and I couldn’t bear to wake her.  Styvi hated being woken up; I should have thought of that before I came up here.