Avet, Danica - Ain't No Bull [The Veil 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) (27 page)

Ricky, who’d wedged himself in the room behind his aunt, made a face the Amazon apparently didn’t appreciate. The cold look she gave him was reminiscent of an iceberg, but Ricky winked at her.

“It was easier for us to take care of them together,” he told Arabella, “and they look cute together. Look, they have matching bruises.”

“Richard Davis, I don’t need to hear your smart-ass remarks. Get that woman out of my son’s bed!”

Isola groaned, but Grant couldn’t tell if it was from pain or frustration since her hand still covered her face. The blood flow from his nose trickled to a stop, but he couldn’t stop staring at his mate while his mother argued with Ricky and the Amazon. He saw her lips thin and felt her body tense next to him. She was in pain, severe pain, and his mother acted as though it didn’t matter. Rage roared through him like wildfire.

“Get out.” His voice was so low and deep that it took several seconds for the others to respond.

“What?” his mother asked when she stopped for air. “Did you say something?”

“I said get the fuck out of here.” He didn’t hear them moving. “Now!” The bellow reverberated around the room, shocking them into silence, but it wasn’t until Grant made to leave the bed that his mother scrambled.

Ricky, with a wink and a grin, tried to herd the Amazon out, but she wouldn’t budge. Pressing a hand to Ricky’s chest, she moved him out of the way so she could pin Grant to the bed with a deadly glare. “Hurt her and I’ll skin you alive.”

With that said, she shoved Ricky halfway across the bedroom before stomping out.

His cousin chuckled softly. “That little lady is a handful!”

“Are you fucking nuts?” Grant asked, his rage seeping away as confusion took its place.

Instead of looking offended, Ricky shook his head. “Maybe. I kind of like the way she pushes me around.” He laughed again. “Take care of your girl. I’ll take care of her friend.”

Grant watched the whistling bear saunter out of his room, softly closing the door behind him. He stared at the panel for a while, trying to puzzle through Ricky’s behavior. His head pounded after a few seconds, so he gave up with a mental shrug. Ricky was bear enough to take care of himself. He had more important things to worry about, like his mate’s pain.

Leaning over, he stroked his fingers along her cheek. “Baby, are you okay? Can I get you anything?” He hurt for her, for the pain she’d suffered protecting him, but part of him felt nothing but awe and pride that she’d fought by his side.

“Are they gone?” A soft whisper cut through his inner musings.

Startled, Grant looked into bright brown eyes.

“What?” she asked in a defensive tone. “I wanted them to leave. They were getting on my nerves.”

“Are you okay?”

She snorted, pushing his hand away to sit up with a yawn. The sheet started to slip, but to his disappointment, she caught it before it revealed anything. “I’m sore, got a headache that makes me wish I could van Gogh myself except I’d cut my head off, but yeah, I’m good.” She looked him over. “How about you?”

In answer, Grant tackled her, pinning her beneath him. The sheet fell to her waist so their bare chests were pressed together. She felt so fucking good against him he wanted to stay plastered against her for the rest of their lives. Since that wasn’t practical, he settled for a kiss.

Chapter Twenty-Two

She didn’t evade him, didn’t try to stop him. No, Isola’s eyes were wide open and her lips moist as he lowered his mouth to hers. The softest sigh escaped just before her body relaxed into his. The kiss itself was gentle, loving. He rubbed his mouth over hers, learning the texture of her lips, savoring her softness. He would be content to sip at her forever.

He nibbled at her plump bottom lip, feeling a surge of triumph as she shivered in reaction. Her nipples tightened against his chest, pressing into him in demand. Grant hummed softly. He’d get to those little beauties in a minute. He just needed to taste more of Isola’s hot mouth.

* * * *

Izzy moaned against Grant’s mouth. He was being too fucking gentle, too sweet. She was warm and willing beneath him. He should’ve been pushing for more, but no, he was taking his good ole time. And gods help her, she loved it. His body held her to the bed, caged her really, but she could’ve cared less. He was so hot, so hard and sexy she wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Knowing that was impossible, she dragged her hands up his back to sink her fingers in his hair. She opened her mouth in demand, and Grant gave her what she wanted, needed. His tongue surged into her mouth and Izzy answered. Their tongues dueled as Grant’s taste went to work on her senses. She moaned as her body flooded with heat, with such insistent need, she thought she might explode from want.

He tilted his head to the side to give him better access which she immediately granted, her hands tugging him closer. The gold ring in his septum pressed against her cheek, sending those erotic electrical charges through her body that sent her womb into a spasm of delight. His scent seeped into her pores until she felt him on what had to be a molecular level. He was inside her without being physically inside her. He was a part of her. Forever. She knew that, wasn’t quite sure she accepted it, but she wasn’t ready to analyze. No, not right now. Right now, she needed him.

The sheet was pulled away, baring her to his hungry hands as they roamed over her body. Every hurt she’d gained from the imp fight was washed away by the feel of Grant’s palms and fingers trailing over her skin. Bruises on her ribs? Gone as he feathered touches up to her breasts. He levered himself over her, pulling away from the kiss to stare down at her.

His eyes were black, his nostrils flaring. With a growl that should have made her wary, he eased over her to trail his gorgeous lips from her mouth and down her throat. Sharp little bites of heat and electricity followed his mouth as he worked his way to her chest. Izzy whimpered, squeezing her thighs together. She was dripping wet already. If he did what she thought he was going to do, she’d—

She moaned. Loudly as his tongue circled her right nipple. That fucking nose ring dragged across the mound of her breast, sending charges through her with each pass of his mouth. Wet? She wasn’t wet anymore, she was a one-woman flood!

“Grant,” she moaned. She wasn’t sure what she wanted other than release. She tugged at his hair, but he paid her no mind, switching his attention to her other nipple.

He gave it equal amount of love with his tongue before surrounding her with his mouth and suckling. Her back arched, her legs fell open as though he’d unlocked them. He growled against her nipple as he settled himself between her legs. His cock was a searing hot brand against her thigh. She wanted, oh gods, she wanted him so much. But something…something felt wrong.

His teeth nipped her breast and in an instant, she felt instinct roar to the forefront of her mind.

* * * *

With a grace and agility Grant hadn’t known she was capable of in her wounded and aroused condition, Isola flipped him over to his back. He was stunned for a split second, but that was all it took for her to tie his hands to the headboard of his bed. Surprised—okay shocked—he looked up to see that she’d used strips of material the others had obviously intended for wrapping wounds. Grant knew he could shred through the bindings, but something stopped him.

Isola’s eyes blazed with an inner fire that forced him to remain pliant beneath her. It was so against his nature, against the nature of all minotaurs, but under her hot stare, he felt his will to dominate fade. His heart thundered and his cock throbbed. He had a feeling he was about to find out what it was like to be taken by an Amazon.

As though she read his mind, his mate’s lips curled into a sensual, dangerous smile that sent a bolt of desire through him. She leaned towards him, her breasts swaying closer until her hardened nipples grazed his chest. Her hot center pressed against his stomach, coating him in her juices. His mouth watered for a taste of her, but from the look on her face, that wasn’t going to happen.

She closed the distance between their lips until they were mere inches apart. Her breath was warm and sweet against his lips. He opened his mouth to kiss her, but she shook her head. “Don’t make a sound, bull boy,” she whispered against his mouth. “Do you want your mother to come running in here to see you like this?”

Okay, now he was about to come even though she’d mentioned his mother at a time when no sane man wanted to think of their parents. Knowing she was going to drive him crazy, knowing she planned to fuck him and not being able to make a sound? Oh gods, he was in heaven…hell…he bit back a groan of want, squeezing his eyes closed.

The scent of her arousal surrounded him, the spice of her ovulation adding a new layer that demanded his seed. He was going to explode.

She didn’t waste any time, didn’t bother with foreplay or teasing. No, not his mate. She knew what she wanted and she took it.

Her hips lifted and he felt her small hand on his cock, positioning him for her pleasure. His eyes shot open just in time to see her sink onto him, taking him inside her tight pussy in one smooth glide. His breath burst out of him in combined relief and agony. He was inside her. His cock twitched. He was inside his mate and gods, had anything ever felt as good? No. Never, and he knew no other woman would ever make him feel the same.

“Look at me, minotaur.” Her voice was just a wisp of sound, but it dragged his attention from the sensation—barely—to her face.

He lost his breath again. Her eyes were bright, mesmerizing, her face glowing as though lit from within. Long, brown hair spilled over her shoulders in wild disarray. This was the Isola no one else had ever seen. Grant knew it as surely as he knew she would be his forever.

“Watch me.”

It was a command, and he was helpless to do anything other than obey. He watched avidly as her hands rose to play with her breasts. His dick twitched again. He was going to come. She smiled as though she knew how hard he struggled to hold back. Her long fingers with their blunt nails twisted and tugged at her nipples until they were diamond-hard points and flushed the color of cherries.

She shifted her hips, his cock sliding against Isola’s sweet, little pussy. Grant clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, scrambling for the will to hold out until she came. Her inner muscles clamped around him, forcing his eyes open.

“You have to watch.”

He nodded dumbly. Anything. He’d do anything to come, but it had to be with her. He was a dominant male. He could hold back his pleasure until she did.

Her hips rose until only the tip of his dick remained in her tightness. Circling her hips slightly, she sighed as his cock rimmed her opening. A rush of arousal seeped from her core, coating his cock with her essence. Grant growled softly, his eyes on where their bodies were barely joined. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. He watched, breathless and hungry, as her delicate pussy lips stretched around him, taking him in until their pelvises met.

He huffed out a soft moan. Looking up at her, he was rewarded with her broad smile. She winked at him right before she began riding him. She slid down on his cock with slow, measured glides. Grant’s hands clenched into fists over his head. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to grab her hips and fuck her hard, but that strange compulsion stayed with him. She controlled their lovemaking and he had to let her.

But that didn’t stop his hips from rolling up to meet her every downward thrust. It didn’t stop him from planting his feet on the bed to push harder into her. She gasped above him. His body thrilled at the sight of her head flung back, her hands cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples as she rode him harder, faster.

Their heavy breathing and the soft, slick sounds of their mating were the only sounds in the room. Grant blinked sweat out of his eyes as Isola lifted and lowered herself hard. She reached out to brace her hands on his chest as she bounced on his cock with more enthusiasm than skill. He panted as her pussy tightened around him. She was about to come. Thank the gods.

Then she did and it was more than he could’ve possibly hoped for. Her inner walls clutched his dick so hard he would’ve worried she was about to snap it off if the top of his head hadn’t exploded. He came, his hips pumping harder as he sent his seed deep inside her clamping body. Grant met Isola’s eyes, seeing his future in them, and knew she saw the same in his. It was a moment of pure and utter beauty. And in that instant, he felt the spark of something deeper.