Avet, Danica - Ain't No Bull [The Veil 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) (13 page)

She didn’t bother looking at her pillow. She knew who it was just by the way her body was toasty warm and the scent that filled her nostrils. Grant. Why she was in bed with him without a stitch of clothing on, she couldn’t say. She wasn’t sore in the most obvious places, so they hadn’t had sex, but they were both naked and his cock was hot and heavy against her thigh.

Yeah, time to extract herself from the bed before he woke up. Easing away from his delicious warmth, Izzy managed to remove her leg from where it was draped over his groin without him moving. Peeking up at his sleeping face, she fought the urge to sigh like a lovesick teenager. He was a handsome devil, no question about it, but she wasn’t going to fall for that trap again. Nope, Izzy Malone didn’t let a pretty face bypass her common sense anymore.

The sheet covering them was twisted around her right leg, trapping her in the bed even after she’d untangled her body from Grant’s. Muttering under her breath, she wasted precious minutes unwrapping her leg while trying not to jostle the bed too much. She’d just managed to free herself when Grant’s body shifted closer to her, curling around her as she leaned half out of the bed.

His head rested on her right breast, his nose nuzzling her nipple. Izzy froze, waiting to see if he’d wake up. His breathing didn’t alter and his eyes didn’t flicker, but he wasn’t idle. No, the damned man’s hands stroked over her naked body as though he owned it. Izzy’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as those big, warm, raspy mitts moved over her sensitive skin.

Her breath caught in her chest as he brushed his lips across her nipple. She should move, get away from him before they did something she would regret, but gods, it felt so good! Her back arched a bit as she tried to get her nipple in perfect alignment with his mouth. She just needed a little pleasure, she thought hazily, just a little bit of him before she pulled away.

The man might have been asleep, but his body knew exactly what to do because his mouth opened over her hardened flesh, his tongue laving her nipple with expertise. Izzy went boneless. Her legs fell open and she let herself experience being loved up by a sleepy Grant. Air whooshed from her lungs as his teeth scraped over her nipple and her hands found their way into his thick hair, holding him to her breast.

She moaned softly as one of his hands slid up the inside of her thigh. He moved so slowly she wanted to grab his damn hand and put it where she wanted it most, but then he found that spot all on his own. Long, thick fingers stroked her pussy, and Izzy’s hips began dancing, trying to get him inside her. Then, oh gods, one of those clever fingers slid inside her quivering body.

Eyes closed as she reveled in the sensation, Izzy rolled her hips in time with his thrusting finger. A second finger quickly joined the first, stretching muscles that hadn’t been touched by anyone but herself in decades. Sighing softly, she widened her legs, wanting more. Her hands slid down the back of Grant’s neck, stroking his skin as she lost herself in pleasure.

“Oh!” she gasped as a third finger entered her, stretching her almost to the point of pain.

The pain faded quickly as pleasure mounted in great waves. Grant’s mouth tugged on her nipple as his fingers fucked her hard and fast. Then he brushed his thumb over her clit. Her eyes flew open. She looked down only to see Grant’s eyes open and black.

She should have been pissed, and she was…somewhere in her body, but it floated away until it was buried in the back of her mind. All that remained was the pleasure Grant gave her. Izzy’s blunt fingernails dug into his shoulders as she felt herself tugged towards the precipice of orgasm.

“Please,” she moaned, her head flung back as she reached for it.

His mouth moved to her other nipple, suckling hard as his fingers curved to reach a tender, extremely sensitive spot in her body. When he touched it, Izzy’s body stiffened as though she’d been electrocuted. She came harder than she ever had before, a strangled scream whistling from her throat as her inner muscles convulsed around his stroking fingers.

She fell against the bed, limp and panting for breath as his finger retreated from her body. But was the bull finished? Oh no, of course not. She should’ve just jumped out of bed instead of trying to be discreet. She should have punched him in the head when he went after her nipple, but oh no, she hadn’t. And now she was paying the price.

She whimpered as his mouth drifted down her belly. The ring through his septum brushed her flesh slightly, leaving a hot trail behind. Izzy wiggled in his hold, wishing she could find that much lauded self-control her sisters were always saying she had…somewhere in her body.

Then his mouth found the very center of her being and she forgot all about self-control. Hissing in pleasure, she dug her hands into his hair and pressed him closer. She was still so sensitive from her orgasm she quivered beneath his questing tongue.

* * * *

Grant was lost in the taste of Isola. Waking up with his hands on her body, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from bringing her to orgasm just like he wasn’t able to stop himself from doing it again. She was like a drug. Her orgasms fed his lust, making it burn higher.

She was so responsive, so open with her sexuality he could spend hours with his tongue inside her. He groaned against her flesh, his tongue seeking her rigid clit. Her thighs tensed as though to close, and he quickly pressed his hands on them to hold her open wide. Leaning back slightly, he looked at her sweet, little pussy and felt his cock jerk in reaction.

“Gorgeous,” he moaned, dipping his head to lap at her again. She tasted like cream and spicy femininity.

He thrust his tongue into her saturated channel, his nose ring pressing against her clit. Izzy’s body shook as jolt after jolt of magical electricity surged through her body before it bounced back to his. They were connected. He could feel it as his heart sped up to beat in time with the pulsing thud of her femoral artery.

His cock throbbed. His balls drew up tight as he neared his own orgasm just from fucking her with his tongue. Her inner muscles quivered around his tongue as more moisture flooded his mouth. She was close. Moving slightly, Grant wrapped his lips around her clitoris and suckled.

She screamed, her fingernails leaving marks in his scalp, but the pain only added to the pleasure of his own orgasm. He came all over the bedspread, his hips thrusting in time with Isola’s clenching pussy. He nuzzled her gently, his tongue flicking over her clit one last time. Her back arched and she trembled in his hold.

Resting his head on her thigh, he breathed in her musky scent, loving how well she responded to him. She had been made specifically for him. He knew it as surely as he knew no other woman had ever satisfied him as well without even being inside her.

Grant gloried in the harsh sounds of her breathing as she struggled to gain control over herself. He’d brought this mighty little Amazon to climax twice and left her a quivering mass of flesh and bone. He smiled against her skin. He was in heaven.

Then she punched him in the head. Grant saw stars for a moment before she punched him again, this time on the shoulder. Rolling off his pissed-off mate, he landed on the floor and was on his feet just in time to see her launch herself at him.

Long legs wrapped around his waist at the same time her hands encircled his throat. She was trying to strangle him! He was momentarily distracted when her thighs tightened around him, pressing her still wet flesh against his stomach. Oh fuck, that felt good! But the need for air pushed any thoughts of lust from his brain. Encircling her wrists, he pulled her hands from his throat.

“What’s wro—” he started, but was cut off, as with a loud crunch, she head-butted him.

Roaring in pain, he let go of her hands, pushing her off his body more forcefully than he intended. She flew away from him, landing in a heap on the bed. Blood poured from his nose and tears burned his eyes. She was insane! He was so pissed he shouted just that at her.

The crazy woman jumped up, standing in the middle of his bed buck naked but for a tiny ring on one of her toes. She slapped her hands on her hips, her eyes burning with anger. “I’m crazy? Well…you’re a molester!”

Grant paused, blinking. “Huh?”

“Yeah, you heard me. You molested me, and I don’t take that shit from no one!” she shouted at him.

“How did I molest you?” he asked, thoroughly confused.

“You…touched me without permission!”

Grant’s anger faded a bit and he smirked at her. “You weren’t complaining when you pressed my face against your pretty little pussy.”

Color flooded her body. He saw it happen. It was a rosy glow that started at her chest and flowed upwards until her face was bright red. Her mouth fell open as though she wasn’t quite sure how to react. He smiled deeply.

Her hands fisted at her sides, and she glared at him, her eyes angry slits in her red face. “I knew this would happen if I stayed here,” she growled at him.

Grant’s head tilted to the side. She was a lot more pissed off than he thought she’d be. It was disproportionate to what had happened. He hadn’t fucked her, after all. And she’d asked for more, he was pretty sure she had.

Doubt hovered in his mind as he tried to recall the moments between waking up and loving her. She hadn’t moved. She’d held still for him, her back arching up to him in a silent plea for more.

“I want a fucking apology, or I’m leaving and you can try to figure out what the killer nymphs want on your own,” she told him, her nose in the air haughtily.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he knew this was a critical moment in the relationship he hoped to form with her. Isola was hardheaded and strong. If he apologized to her for giving her pleasure, he’d never be on equal footing with her. She’d always see him as weaker, even if he wasn’t.

He shrugged as casually as he could, considering his cock was hardening as they talked. Grant watched as her eyes drifted down his body to lock on his growing erection which grew even more under her avid gaze. She might not want to want him, but she did, and his dick preened under the attention.

“I’m not sorry, so why should I apologize?”

That brought her eyes back up to his face, though they were now dilated with suppressed passion. “You’re not sorry?” she repeated, her voice breathless. Her nipples were hard again. He licked his lips. She crossed her arms over her chest, effectively hiding her breasts but leaving the rest of her bare. “What do you mean, you’re not sorry? You should be! I could…I don’t know, kill you or something for what you did without my permission!”

“You almost did kill me, sweetheart,” he drawled, letting his grin slip into place. “You tasted so sweet, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”

Her cheeks reddened again. “Shut up,” she ordered through clenched teeth.

Grant licked his lips again. “Sorry, honey, but I can’t stop thinking about it. Mm, it must’ve been a while since you had a man ’cause you’re so fucking tight I could come just from dreaming about how tightly you’d squeeze my cock.”

* * * *

Izzy wasn’t a prude. If anything, she was considered downright dirty-minded, but the way this minotaur talked to her had her blushing like a schoolgirl, and she hated it. She honestly did, but her body liked it. A lot. She was getting all wet again and she had to fight the urge to leap on his cock and ride him like a champion bull rider.

She didn’t want an apology. It had been the only lame-brained thing she could think to say to him. Her body had rejoiced in his attentions, but allowing her hormones to lead her into temptation again was so not happening. Uh-uh, she thought as she squeezed her thighs together. She’d been down that road before and all she had to show for it was a scarred back and an inability to stay in one place for long.

But this fucking man was tempting her oh so much. Her mouth watered as he shifted his stance, making his cock bob with his movements. She wanted him, gods she wanted him, but he wanted a mate and his godsdamned mother thought Izzy was it.

“I’m not your mate, you stupid bull,” she growled, her anger returning. Thank gods. “I’ll never take a mate.”

He didn’t seem bothered because he shrugged again. “You want me.”