Zurlo, Michele - Torment [Daughters of Circe 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

Behind her, the percolator hissed and spat the last drops into the glass pot below. Cinnamon and vanilla filled the air, but she was aware of only Shade’s scent and taste. He filled her senses.

Her feet were no longer on the ground. Like he had in the parking lot of the bar, Shade lifted her against him, grinding his pelvis into hers. The bulge there was thick, and the pressure of it against her center was more than she was prepared to resist.

Shade’s lips left hers to trail down her neck. He found the pulse point that drew his interest earlier. Teeth scraped gently, nipping the sensitive skin in a preliminary display of dominance. Quivers raced down Torrey’s arms and chest. She shivered in his arms.

His wolf senses knew her response meant desire, not fear. The pressure increased until she cried out, a moan that sounded a lot like his name. Her fingers wove into his thick black hair to hold him in place.

Lightly, gently, lips skimmed along her neck to stop just below her ear. His long fingers squeezed her ass before letting her slide down his body. A protest mewed in the back of her throat.

“Agree to my terms, Torrey. Take me to your bed.”

Desire-glazed eyes slowly cleared. Was this the right thing to do at this moment? She wanted him. She needed him in a way she had never before needed anyone. Yet, she didn’t know the consequences. Was this a betrayal of her sister? Torrey looked up into eyes so dark blue, they appeared black. “You know where Riley is?”

He shook his head slowly, regretfully. “No, but I have a pretty good idea of the general area where she’s being held.”

Torrey’s breath caught. Her vision had been accurate. “You know who took her, don’t you?”

This time, Shade nodded. “He won’t hurt her. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but he’s not a bad person. He isn’t doing this because he wants to do it.”

She looked away, not because she didn’t believe him. She hadn’t sensed malevolence from Seth. That was one thing that made his act so shocking and unexpected. Sucking at her top lip, she bit it while she thought. “Your kind and my kind aren’t supposed to mix.” She didn’t quite know where that idea had come from, but it was there, a fact in her head.

Shade shrugged. “I could give a damn about ancient rules, Torrey. I want you. I need to be inside you.”

She wasn’t swayed by his words, though if he kissed her again and took her into the bedroom, she wouldn’t stop him. “Isn’t something bad supposed to happen if a witch and a wolf become involved like this?”

He released her completely, moving across the tiny space to stand at the mouth of the hall to her bedroom. “You want me to give you to a man who wants to kill you in such a way as to take all of your powers. What worse things could possibly happen?” Holding out a hand, he invited her closer. “I’m a good lover, Torrey. You won’t be disappointed.”

It was her decision. Somehow, she knew he would find Riley even if she refused him now. The Shadow Man had been right about Shade.

Sparks simmered between them, thrown by the insistent need exuding from him in waves that crashed into her rhythmically and a submissive response inside that Torrey hadn’t been aware she possessed. She lifted her hand and let his hot fingers close around her palm to pull her close.

His kiss was hard and demanding. The coverlet on her bed was soft against her back. Torrey had no idea how they had moved from the hall to her bed so quickly. He tore her shirt, ripping the seams to unwrap her body. His hands caressed the skin there, heating it with the fire that seemed to emanate from his skin.

Vague facts flitted through her head. Wolves were fire creatures. It was their element. It made sense he would be so warm. Closing her eyes focused the energy and made it seem like actual flames licked against her.

The mouth scorching a path between her breasts and down her stomach banished those thoughts. Torrey was only aware of sensations. Heat as he licked and nipped at her skin. The jumble of desire snaking its way through her body. The hard muscles she desperately wanted to touch beneath his shirt.

Tugging at his shirt, Torrey managed to move it mostly out of the way. Shade didn’t seem inclined to take his hands or his mouth from her long enough to remove it, and she wasn’t strong enough to rip it the way he had ripped hers. Changing tactics, she pushed him away.

That got his attention. Pulling back, he gazed down at her. Animal passion mingled with confusion. His eyes were silver. “What?”

“I want your shirt off.”

Half of a nod and it was gone, along with her bra. “You have great breasts,” he said, taking possession of them as he pushed her back onto the bed and covered her body with his.

Hot hands palmed her breasts, rolling back and forth to toy with the nipples. His tongue explored the texture and taste of the valley between before supplanting a hand. Torrey gasped and pressed his face closer, urging him to suck more and deeper. He did.

His hands were everywhere, and her clothes were gone. He was gentler with her jeans and panties, peeling them from her body with a movement as quick as their journey from the hall to the bedroom.

Large hands wrapped around her ankles and slid up her legs, parting them along the way. Torrey trembled, her senses flooded with pleasure and her body alive with feeling. She knew a large part of Shade’s attraction to her was based in scent. Human males determined their mates based on visual appeal. Wolves were all about the smell.

The man didn’t know the meaning of hesitation, and he didn’t let anticipation build. He didn’t tease. He took and demanded. When his thumbs parted her lips and his searing tongue lapped at her juices, there was nothing tentative or exploratory about his movements.

Levels of pleasure grew, piling one atop the other. She thrust against the tongue he fucked into her hole, using the feet she planted against the mattress as leverage until he hooked his hands under her knees and pushed her legs up. This position opened her to him completely and robbed her of any say in the matter.

She climaxed, and his tongue moved even faster, lapping at the flood of cream brought by her pulsating pussy. Wet sounds of pleasure mingled with the growls of greedy satisfaction rumbling from his throat.

Torrey wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to do something to make him pause in his pursuits long enough for her to recover, but he held her in place. Powerlessness was new to her. Being tall and athletically built, she had never before been overpowered by a lover. Shade was far larger and far stronger than any man she had ever known. The helplessness brought a curious feeling with it, a permission to acquiesce, to give in and submit completely to this man.

As if he felt the moment of her surrender, he hooked one of her knees over his shoulder. His newly freed hand joined his lips and tongue in their quest to tease and torment. One thick finger slid into her sopping channel. Torrey tightened around it until his growl of warning stopped her.

She wasn’t used to being growled at or reprimanded in bed. The shock made her forget her quest, and she relaxed her vaginal muscles. A second finger entered. She barely had time to gasp at the fullness those two digits created when he inserted a third finger. The walls of her pussy stretched impossibly wide, and pleasure exploded inside before he could slide them out.

Torrey cried out, arching her back to prolong the pleasure because he didn’t allow her to move any other way.

Animal sounds of pleasure escaped, vibrating against the sensitive tissues of her pussy as he removed his fingers and lapped at the liquid evidence of her orgasm.

Another small orgasm was close when that strong tongue withdrew. Torrey whimpered at the loss. Leaning up on one elbow, she watched as Shade licked his fingers clean. The long tongue that brought her so much pleasure wrapped around each long, thick digit as he took it in his mouth and sucked. When he finished, he lifted his eyes to hers and she saw that they were silver. The round pupil was nothing more than an elongated slit. Her pussy, so recently sated, quivered in anticipation of experiencing the promised wildness. Shade tugged off his black boots and shed his jeans.

He didn’t allow her much of an opportunity to study his body. She barely caught a glimpse before he pushed her back on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. One hand slid across her thigh to find and circle her clit. Two fingers explored her opening, pushing deep inside. Her eyes closed, focusing on that ecstasy. Torrey arched, opening her legs even wider, but he withdrew his fingers. Shade knew exactly what he wanted, and Torrey knew she was in no position to demand anything. Still, she couldn’t stop a small protest from escaping.

For too long, nothing happened. She opened her eyes to find him studying her with a grim expression. His pupils were again round and his eyes were the exact hue of midnight blue that only came with a full moon. “Is something wrong?”

He breathed deeply, inhaling her scent. His nostrils flared and shades of bliss washed over his features. “You’re very tight, Torrey. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She liked the way he said her name, as both a caress and a demand at the same time.

His body was pressed against hers, so looking down revealed nothing. However, it didn’t take her long to realize that what she thought was part of his leg pressing against her thigh was actually his erection. Reaching down, she grasped it in her hand, but she was unable to close her fingers completely around it.

It made sense that his arousal would be as long and thick as the rest of his body. Meeting his gaze, Torrey moistened her lips. She didn’t want him to stop. With every fiber of her being, she needed to know the feel of him stretching her as he claimed her, the last lover she would ever have. “Go slow.”

“I will, Torrey, but you need to know that I can’t stop. I
have
to have you.” His last words were uttered in a vehement whisper, leaving Torrey no doubt that instinct drove his actions.

Yet he still asked her permission. She shifted beneath him and positioned him at her entrance. A shudder ran through him and a thrill ran through Torrey. His eyes returned to silver; a bit of his wolf was back in control. “Slow, Shade. Just go slow.”

The silver in his eyes diminished, transforming back to midnight blue. He pushed, rocking his hips as he worked his way into her. The sensations he set to riot coiled flames low in her core. Moans and sharp cries fell from her lips. Sweat beaded his brow as he fought the instinct to plunge inside and take her quickly.

The motion and the pressure combined to drive Torrey over the edge. With a cry, she came, arching into him before rational thought could warn her against the action. It was enough to help the head of his cock gain entrance. He stretched her vaginal walls as they contracted, intensifying her orgasm.

Torrey’s body relaxed, pliant in his arms, as she came down.

Shade continued to rock inside her, withdrawing ever so slightly before pushing deeper. It felt good, but Torrey was too relaxed to react. When he was completely buried, he stopped to let her body acclimate to his significant size.

The stillness drew Torrey’s attention. Opening her eyes, she saw the effort it took for him to hold back. He had gone slow, and he had given her nothing but pleasure. The feel of him inside was like nothing she had ever experienced. He filled her. He possessed her. No lover had claimed her so completely without claiming her at all.

Lifting a hand from his shoulder, she caressed his stubble-roughened cheek. “It’s all right, Shade.”

That was all the urging he needed. Immediately, his eyes returned to silver. Withdrawing almost completely, he plunged deep. Torrey arched, meeting the frantic rhythm he set. The waning orgasm returned, burning with a heat that matched the feel of his body against hers.

Her legs tingled and trembled, useless for leverage, and dropped away. Shade’s pupils elongated, a slit instead of a circle. The sight, a potent reminder his wolf was in charge, momentarily shocked Torrey. His arms, which he had been using to keep his weight off her, snaked down to hook under her knees and throw her legs over his shoulders. He sank deeper into her.

Torrey’s eyes rolled backward into her head. Her fingers latched onto the edge of the mattress above her head, and she forgot all about his eyes as every muscle in her body contracted with the force of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.