Seduced by the Scrum-Half (Strathstow Sharks) Page 4

  “Hot,” he muttered, eyes glittering in the darkness. “And wet. God, that’s sexy.”

  He was sexy. Her breathing hitched as he walked onto the bed, on his knees, dropping her into the center. Within a heartbeat, he was over her, her breasts mashed to his chest as he hauled her hands over her head to pin them. Wordlessly she arched against him, loving the way he did that. Controlled her body, allowing her reactions to soar free. With a muttered curse, he pulled back to look at her.

  “That gets you going, doesn’t it?” His expression tightened with triumph and a deep, dark heat that had her quivering in excitement. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

  His movements sure, he reached over to the bedside table for something. The drawer opened and closed, but she couldn’t see what he was doing. Then something soft whispered over her arms. She looked up. A tie. As soft as silk, it made her shiver when he drew it across her skin. Teasing her with soft strokes against the underside of her arms.

  With slow movements, he drew it up her arms, watching her all the time as he wrapped it around her wrists, waiting for her to object. When she didn’t, he swore again, the words crude enough to bring a flush to her cheeks, and tightened the makeshift bonds. His hands shook as he tied a knot.

  The tension in his body made her quake as he sat on his heels to look at her. Spread over his bed, her hands tied above her head, she felt vulnerable and exposed, at the mercy of anything he wanted to do to her. A wave of heat hit her broadside. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

  “Let’s get rid of this,” he murmured, and slid her bunched dress over her hips. Lifting one foot then the other, still with her shoes on, she helped him remove the garment, her breasts jiggling with the movement.

  His gaze burned as he looked at her, the dress dropped, forgotten, onto the floor beside the bed. Tension rose between them as he reached out a large hand and wrapped it around one of her ankles. With rough movements that betrayed his need, he yanked her legs open to gaze on her exposed pussy. She bit her lip, waiting for a reaction.

  “Perfect,” he growled, divesting himself of his shirt so quickly she heard fabric tear and at least one button ping free.

  Then he was there, shouldering her legs further apart. She barely had a moment to think before his hot breath washed over her. She froze, her entire body humming in anticipation. The moment stretched out, the comforting blackness of the room surrounding them in their own little cocoon, like nothing existed beyond the bed with it’s cool, cotton sheets, the two of them, and the tension which bound them together.

  He licked, and her breath punched from her lungs in a rush. One quick flicker of his tongue. A warm, wet swipe that drew her hips off the bed in an unconscious jerk.

  Oh my, that felt good. So good.

  She bit her lip to smother a moan, pulling on her makeshift bonds to anchor herself as he licked again. He took his time, a long, slow stroke of pleasure. Short and fast followed long and slow, then back again. The two alternated as he learned the shape and taste of her. Deep moans rumbled from his chest as he parted her with gentle fingers.

  Homing in on her clit, he nibbled and licked. Built the tension in her needy body almost to a fever pitch. The fact that she’d already come harder than she could ever recall didn’t seem to make a difference to the heat and need holding her body in thrall. She couldn’t help the breathy moans that escaped her lips, nor stop the little rocks of her hips as her body sought more of the pleasure he offered her. Pleasure that came with the sharp bite of need as her body tightened. But there was more.

  Moving down, he teased her by running his clever tongue around the entrance to her cunt. Before she could murmur in frustration, not too proud to beg, he stabbed deep, thrusting in and out.

  “Ohh…”

  The sound that issued from her lips was as liquid as the heat that bathed his tongue, her body signaling its readiness for him. For whatever he wanted. He murmured in approval, lapping it up and moved up to latch onto her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pulled the small bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked, then shot open when he reached up and pinched her nipple. The pleasure-pain shot right through her, drawing a line between her breast and her pussy.

  A writhing mass of need and tension, she shoved her hips harder against his face. She needed this...needed to come again. As quickly as possible. Now. Sooner.

  He pulled away. The wash of cold air over her exposed lower body was like being hit by an icy wave. She shivered and looked up. Rapidly blinking, she tried to clear the erotic spell he’d woven around her.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Sudden panic set in as he gazed at her. His expression was unreadable. She swallowed, the sound a dry click in her throat. Crap. She was tied to the bed of a man she’d known for less than twenty-four hours. What a damn stupid thing to do. He could be into anything...any kind of kinky shit, and tied up as she was, there was nothing she could do about it.

  As though he could read the fears rolling through her mind, feeding her more horrific images, he reached out and ran a soothing hand up her leg.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  His voice was so low and heartfelt that, in an instant, all her fears melted away. And it wasn’t as if he’d been trying to hide either of their identities in the pub. It wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure they were headed back to bang each other’s brains out. The roughness of his palm abraded the soft skin of her thigh, and she shivered again, the arousal that had been dampened by her fear flooding in to consume her.

  She couldn’t stop looking at him. His broad shoulders and wide chest were wreathed in heavy muscle that she ached to explore with her lips and tongue, while his narrow waist led down into lean hips and the powerful thighs of a runner. After years of watching the Sharks in action, she knew all about his explosive action on the pitch. Now she had all that power and speed to herself.

  A shiver hit her broadside, the quiver in her stomach doing nothing to erase the heat in her blood, and her gaze dropped lower. That didn’t help, her attention caught on the bulge in his pants. She’d felt it pressing into her belly, hard and heavy, but now it looked huge. Her eyes widened as the fabric pulled, outlining the rigid shaft. Oh my, would it even fit?

  He let go of her leg to ease off the bed. Every movement was a study in masculine grace. Heat flushed her cheeks, and then washed over her body as he dropped his hands to his belt. Shit. He’d made her come twice, but she hadn’t done anything for him. Damn selfish cow. She pulled on her wrists, and his hands stopped moving.

  “Something wrong?”

  “Let me go,” she begged. “I need...want to touch you.”

  His chuckle was immediate and so wicked that she felt another rush of liquid heat slide from her.

  “Love, if I let you touch me now, then it’ll be all she wrote. And I plan to make this last as long as possible...savor it as I make you come again and again, until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.”

  He yanked open his belt, ripped the zipper open at the same time to release his cock. Long and thick, it arched against his stomach, the flushed purple head a proud statement of his masculinity and virility.

  She whimpered, trying to suppress the sound of need and failing miserably. She needed this. Oh God, did she need this. Her work didn’t leave much time for personal relationships so the last time had been... Waaay too long ago to think about. With him shoving his pants down, divesting himself of his shoes and socks in the same economical movement, to stand naked in front of her, she wasn’t capable of that kind of mental arithmetic. No way, no how.

  In fact, all she could do was watch him reach into the little drawer on the bedside cabinet again and extract a small foil packet. Strong fingers made short work of the wrapper, and his eyes didn’t leave hers as he rolled the thin sheath over the luscious length of his cock.

  He stepped forward, the bed dipping again as he planted a knee between her spread thighs. She couldn’t look away, her gaze lo
cked to storm-grey eyes as he crawled over her. The banked power and tension in his body hit her deep in the stomach. Primal female instincts urged her to surrender to him. Offer everything that she had, everything that she was.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, a hand skimming the outside of her thigh even as he used a hard knee to part her legs wider. Threading his arm through hers, he slid his forearm beneath her neck and lowered himself over her. Surrounding her, protecting her, and creating a world inhabited by just the two of them.

  He lowered his head to claim her lips again, his kiss as innocent as if they weren’t pressed together naked. The tip of his cock brushed against her folds as his lips caressed hers, light and sweet. She parted her lips, desperate for more, but he switched his attention to her jaw, nibbling and kissing along it to nuzzle under her ear. Her body went boneless. The moan which left her lips shattering the silence in the room too soft and sexy to ever be her. Surely?

  Then he was back. His mouth covered hers, tongue parting her lips to drive inside with a power and dominance that stole her breath. At the same moment, he dipped his hips, fingers spreading her lower lips as he fit the broad head of his cock against her. She moaned, anticipation coiling within her, but it was short-lived. With a hard thrust of his hips, he pressed into her.

  Pleasure became a burn, a hard ache as her body gave under the penetration. Even as slick as she was after he’d brought her to orgasm twice, it was still a tight fit. Breaking the kiss, she turned against the strong curve of his arm and shoulder, and held her breath as he pushed deeper.

  “Breathe, love. It’ll feel good soon,” he promised, his lips against her temple.

  It already felt good, the little burn promising bloody fantastic things to come, but she nodded anyway. Her breathing hitched when he paused and pulled away a little, before pushing forward again. Back and forth, he worked his way inside her in small jerks that sent ripples through her body. She felt him bottom out at the same moment a deep groan rolled through his broad chest.

  “God, that feels fantastic. You feel fantastic.” He looked at her with concern in his eyes. His voice was a little hesitant when he asked, “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  The small shake of her head dissolved the tension in his shoulders, and the worried look in his eyes was replaced with pure heat. “Good.”

  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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  Enjoy the following excerpt from Dragon’s Honor

  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 nap
e 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.