A Dangerous Hunger: (The Sentinel Demons) (11 page)

“It has nothing to do with you being useless. I don’t want to see you hurt,” Drew rumbled, bolting from his chair in frustration. “It’s bad enough that I’ll have to be away from you, leaving your protection to guardian Sentinels. I know Zach feels the same way about Kat.”

“Get over it,” Talia told him shortly, rising from her chair to stand in front of Drew. “You need help, and I’ll do whatever I can. I want to be your partner. I don’t have magical powers, but I have a brain.”

“Believe me, I’m well aware of that. I have one, too, but it doesn’t seem to function around you.” His breathing was heavy, and he took a deep breath, letting it out before replying. “I want to be partners. I want you to be my mate forever. I want you to bind with me, Talia. Fuck! I
need
you to mate with me. I have to make sure you’re mine right now. And safe.”

Talia chewed on her lower lip, thinking. What the hell could she say to that? Drew was obsessed with her protection, and she knew it was a trait that was inbred because she was his
radiant
and because he was…well…Drew. Everything Sentinel inside him demanded he protect his mate.

“It’s not just the demon in me,” Drew said in a husky voice, his eyes glowing a light amber.

“What?” Talia questioned, knowing he’d picked up on her thoughts.

He moved forward and grabbed her by her upper arms, pulling her closer. “The man in me wants you protected, too. It’s not just my mating instinct driving me, Talia. I want you out of harm’s way.”

Talia sighed. “But I’m not like most women, Drew. I sense evil. Or, at least, I generally do. I know I failed to recognize the Evils before they could take us to the demon realm, but I’m ready and aware of their ability to distract now—”

“And what about their next trick? Will you be ready for that? They’re more powerful than before, Talia. Very little can protect you against them now.” His nostrils flared and his expression was one of pure, male stubbornness mixed with carnal need.

“Then bind us together, Drew. There’s never going to be anyone else for me except you.” She reached up and stroked his hard jawline, her insides twisting with need. “I think I’ve been waiting for you.” Maybe everything that had happened in her life had led up to this moment, this man. Nothing and no one else mattered at that moment. Only Drew.

“I need you to be sure, Talia. There won’t be any going back after it’s done. You can leave me, but I’ll find you. Once we’re bound together, I’ll never let you go.” His voice was rough and ragged, his gaze intense. “More than likely, I wouldn’t be able to let you go now, but I can guarantee that once you’re mine, nothing will keep me from you.”

Drew was more fierce and feral than she’d ever seen him, but she wasn’t afraid. In fact, every word he spoke did nothing but arouse her. This fiery, animalistic part of Drew actually beckoned her, made her body burn like blue flame. “I want to be yours. Take me as your mate.” The fire he’d stoked in her wouldn’t be denied. It went from her belly to her sensitive nipples and landed between her thighs, flooding her core with molten heat. “Please,” she added softly, spearing her fingers through his hair and yanking his mouth toward hers, desperate to feel them connected.

“I plan on it,” he whispered fiercely, demandingly, wickedly, his eyes now radiating golden flames. “And after that, you’ll take me.” His mouth descended, giving her no quarter, and swept her away in his dominant embrace.

T
alia’s whole body was quivering as she stood in front of Drew in the bedroom she’d just left a short time ago. Not that she was afraid of what was going to happen, but her whole being was trembling with the desire to be united with Drew. He’d transported them right after he’d thoroughly ravaged her mouth, and she hadn’t even noticed until she opened her eyes to see his beloved face in front of her.

“You understand how the ceremony works?” Drew rasped, sounding like he was having a tough time holding himself together.

Yes. She knew. Drew had explained it during some of his revelations about the Sentinels and demon history. And she knew what was about to happen would be a hell of a lot more pleasurable for her than it was for him. Drew would be restrained, confined, and it would be difficult for him until she marked him. “Yes. Let’s do it fast.” She didn’t want to draw out his torment any longer than she needed to.

Drew barked out a laugh. “So eager, are you?” he asked in a low, graveled baritone. “This won’t be painful for me,
mo grha
. It will be a pleasure like no other. It will bind me to you.” He slowly started to release the buttons on her shirt, his eyes never leaving hers.

“But the restraints—”

“Won’t matter,” Drew interrupted, placing a finger over her lips. “Being mated to you is something I want more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire existence. And doing it fast is not in the plan.”

Drew finished with the buttons and slipped her shirt over her shoulders, letting it fall in a pool of silk to her feet. “What’s the plan?” she asked softly, already shivering with arousal as the cool air hit her skin and Drew’s palm stroked from the waistband of her jeans to her breasts. He traced each hard nipple through the silk of her bra. “I make sure you’re ready for me.”

Talia wanted to protest, to tell him she was beyond ready, but she only squeaked as Drew ripped the flimsy bra in half and her naked breasts spilled into his hands. He drew the tattered bra from her body impatiently and pushed her back against the large, wooden bedpost.

“Mine!” he declared possessively, his hands palming her breasts, teasing the nipples into agonizingly sensitive peaks. “You’ll be ready to ride me, Talia. You’ll want this mating as desperately as I do,” Drew growled, one hand moving to the button of her jeans. His mouth licked and sucked each tender nipple, making her cry out in a sound that was both pleasure and pain. He placed her hands over her head, curling her fingers around the bedpost. “Hold on. Don’t move,” he commanded, his mouth barely taking a break from his assault on her breasts.

Talia gripped the post, actually glad for the support. “Please. Drew.”

She watched as he dropped to his knees and grasped the waistband of her jeans, jerking down the zipper and yanking them over her hips. “Step out of them,” he said abruptly.

Talia kicked out of the denim, and gripped the wood harder as Drew moved his hands up and down her bare thighs. Knowing she couldn’t take much more teasing, she pleaded, “Please stop. I can’t take anymore.”

“You smell needy and intoxicating, Talia,” Drew drawled, ignoring her plea and running his tongue over the outside of her saturated panties, tracing her folds with his tongue. “Do you know what it does to me knowing that only I can make you this way? That I can arouse you until the only thing you can think about is me fucking you until you come apart?”

Talia closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the post. She was needy. And downright desperate. “Then make me come before I lose my mind,” she pleaded, both loving and hating Drew’s dominance at the moment. Her pussy and clit were throbbing almost painfully, and as he stroked his tongue along the soaked material of her panties again, she let out an anguished moan.

Drew’s control seemed to snap as he heard her sensual agony, and he ripped the lingerie from her hips with one firm, brutal tug. His hands curled over the back of her thighs, urging her legs farther apart and delving between her folds with so much aggression that it was nothing less than a claiming.

“Yes,” Talia hissed, gasping as Drew’s tongue sought and found her clit, rolling the bundle of nerves between his teeth and laving it with his tongue. Her hips thrust forward, begging for more. And Drew gave it to her. He feasted on her pussy possessively as his fingers moved up the inside of her thigh and sought her wetness. There was no hesitation as he thrust two fingers into her empty channel, filling it and claiming it completely. Her hips rocked forward again, her whole body igniting as he relentlessly thrust with his fingers and assaulted her clit with his tongue. An arm wrapped around her hips and his hand splayed over her ass, grasping it to hold her steady for the sensual assault he was lavishing on her.

Talia’s head dropped down with a moan, her eyes focusing on the top of Drew’s head, and she watched as he plundered her pussy with such unyielding, carnal, and erotic determination that just seeing him like that between her thighs was her undoing. She ripped her eyes away as pleasure rippled through her entire being, making her whole body shudder. “Oh, God.” Talia wasn’t sure she was going to live through this climax. It took her body over, and she had to grip the post to keep her legs from giving way beneath her.

Drew was unstoppable as she came, his mouth catching every drop of her liquid pleasure as if drawing nectar from her, prolonging her orgasm until it was almost too much.

He caught her as she fell, her grip on the bedpost weakening as her body pulsated violently. Scooping her up, he kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, her taste still on his lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she returned the pressure of his tongue, trying to tell him without words what this passionate encounter was doing to her.

His clothing disappeared as his marauding tongue continued to invade her mouth, leaving them skin-to-skin. He set her down on the bed, finally disengaging his mouth from hers.

Talia’s gaze locked with his, fascinated by the spiraling amber fire in his eyes, which actually threw sparks of light into the air around them. “Drew,” she murmured, still panting from the violence of her climax, entranced by the intensity of his stare.

“Now you’re ready,” he said arrogantly, but his expression revealed a tinge of vulnerability, too.

Talia’s eyes moved over his ripped body: so perfect, and so damn masculine. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered breathlessly, her fingers itching to touch the smooth skin over the steely bulk of his muscular build.

Drew crawled onto the bed to sit beside her. “I’m an Irish peasant, Talia. And part of me will always be an Irish peasant. I don’t dwell on it, and I love being a Sentinel. But I’ve never forgotten where I came from. I’m far from pleasant to look at.”

Talia frowned at him, wondering how he could find her beautiful, yet be totally unable to see his own allure. “Aside from being a panty-melting, gorgeous male, there are so many other things aside from physical appearance that make you beautiful to me,” Talia argued, running her hand over his stubborn jaw.

Catching her hand, he pressed it to his mouth. “You’re the only woman who I want to see me that way. So as long as you find me acceptable, that’s all that matters. And your panties didn’t melt—I tore them,” he informed her, deadpan. “Take me now, Talia. I can’t wait any longer.”

Talia scooted over as Drew lay down on the bed, uttering a string of lyrical words that she didn’t understand. His arms swept out to his sides and stopped, held immobile by invisible bindings. “Fuck! They really are unbreakable.” The muscles in his arms and powerful legs strained, but his movement was limited. “Come ride me, Talia. I’ll forget about them.” His voice was demanding, authoritative even though he was the one restrained.

Talia watched him for a moment, eyeing the dominant male who put himself at her mercy just so she would be his, and it moved her more than she ever thought possible. The mating instinct overtook her as she saw him in that position, her instinct to claim him as her own undeniable. She longed to ride him until he was as overcome by desire as she was right now.

“Your need is nothing compared to mine,” Drew groaned. “Fuck me, Talia.”

The pain in his tone shook Talia out of her mesmerized trance and into action. He sounded tortured, and it squeezed at her heart. She eased onto his body, realizing he was throwing off heat like a furnace. Not hesitating, she moved over him, positioning his cock to her empty channel, needing him to fill her with an urgency that was soul deep. She took him in one forceful plunge, a stroke that filled her to capacity, and they groaned together as he sunk deep, the connection so sublime that Talia nearly climaxed again. Lowering herself over his body so they were skin-to-skin, she told him tremulously, “Tell me what you want, what you need. I’m not sure how to please you this way.”

“You’re already pleasing me, love. I’m exactly where I want to be.” Drew lifted his hips as Talia bore down on him, burying himself even deeper than she could have imagined possible. “It arouses me even more knowing that you’ve never had a man this way. That it will only ever be with me,” he growled possessively, his mouth taking hers as they moved together, Drew’s urgency becoming ruthless.

Talia became submerged in a pleasure so intense that all she could feel was Drew and the volatility of their fierce and exquisite coupling. Their bodies moved as one, Drew burying his cock impossibly deeper with every downward movement she made, and having him fill her again and again, deeper and deeper, became her only thought, her only need. Her whole body was sensitized; the feel of Drew’s moist skin sliding against hers was erotic, every emotion pounding at her raw and vivid.

Drew disconnected his mouth from hers with a violent twist of his head. “Mark me, Talia. For Christ’s sake…do it now.” His breath was hot and heavy against her neck, his voice commanding yet desperate.

Animalistic possessiveness flowed over her in waves, her need to mark Drew as hers as critical as breathing. Her teeth latched onto his shoulder, gripping his skin and muscle tightly with her teeth.

Mine! Drew is mine.

Her mouth released its grip, and she sat up, watching with deep satisfaction as the mating marked formed, even as Drew continued to bury his cock into her, pummeling upward so hard that she moaned. “Drew. You’re finally mine. I love you so much.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, and really, she couldn’t stop them, didn’t want to stop them. Her emotions were on overload, every cell in her body energized from the vibrant connection she was experiencing with Drew. She was drowning in erotic pleasure, and she couldn’t hold back the emotions pounding at her.

Talia was suddenly pulled from her hypnotic daze and she felt herself propelled through the air, landing on her back with Drew’s massive bulk pressing her into the mattress. His look was ferocious and hungry as he snarled, “What did you say?”

“You’re mine,” she repeated.

He pinned her hands over her head, his cock still buried inside her, his body not moving. “Not that.”

“I love you,” Talia panted, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him to start fucking her again. She needed it, and she needed it now.

“Say it again,” he insisted. “Tell me again.”

“I love you,” she repeated, tears beginning to flow down her face. “Claim me, Drew. It hurts.” It hurt that he didn’t love her, too, but it also hurt to be unclaimed after she had already declared him as her own.

Drew moved his hands under her ass, pulled her hips up to his groin, joining them as closely as he could while he quickened the strokes of his cock.

“Mine. You’ll always be mine,” he said ferociously, his teeth clamping down on her shoulder, the mating mark starting to form almost instantaneously.

Talia was bombarded with a pleasure so intense that she started to climax immediately, her channel clamping down hard on Drew’s cock as she experienced the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life. Her back arched beneath him, her entire body vibrating, Drew still holding her arms over her head in a dominating gesture. “I don’t think I can take this,” she screamed as she continued to climax violently and Drew’s essence flowed into her, binding them together.

Drew groaned. “Mine.” His body bucked as he released himself deep inside her, the internal wall muscles of her channel gloving his cock tightly, milking him.

Talia’s heart was racing, and she was breathless as Drew rolled them over again, bringing her on top of him. He stroked her hair and ran a soothing hand down her back, cradling her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him.

“You are,” Drew said gruffly. “There’s nothing more important, not a person in the world I cherish more than you.”

Talia marveled at her connection with Drew. Their thoughts and feelings flowed back and forth between each other like they were one instead of two. She could decipher which emotions were his and which were hers, but it was as though they had one soul, and everything they thought and felt belonged in that one place. It was like she was finally whole, but still herself. “Odd,” she whispered, her heart still pounding against her chest wall.