Dark Alpha (ALPHA 2) (14 page)

“Don’t even think about telling me this was a bad idea,” Lucien growled as the car entered the underground parking garage and he could clearly see the expression of doubt on Nicky’s flushed face. “I’m so near the edge right now that I’ll take you right here and now if you refuse to come up to my apartment with me,” he assured her grimly, keeping one arm anchored about her as he shifted slightly so that he could refasten his trousers in readiness for the two of them getting out of the car.

Her answer was to bury the heat of her face against his throat. “I wasn’t going to refuse to come up to your apartment, Lucien,” she assured huskily. “I’m just—I would just prefer it if your cousin and the driver didn’t both see me naked.”

Lucien’s jaw tightened just thinking of any man other than him seeing Nicky naked.

Including any men from her past?

Hell, yes!

A warning—as if Lucien needed one—that he was getting in way too deep with this woman.

He already knew he was in way too deep, damn it, so deep that only Nicky’s complete surrender would calm the blazing need he felt to possess, to own her.

“Put my jacket on.” He helped her to slip her arms into the garment as the car came to a halt beside the private elevator to his apartment, giving a rueful smile as Nicky instantly wrapped the jacket about her almost twice to cover her nakedness.

She looked like a little girl dressing up in an adult’s clothes, the jacket reaching down to her mid-thighs, the sleeves hanging off the ends of her fingers.

“I’ve already seen it all, you know,” he drawled as he pushed the door open.

“You’ve done a lot more than ‘see’ it—oh!” Her arms moved about Lucien’s neck and she held on as he stood up with her in his arms.

“Put your legs around my waist,” he instructed as he placed his hands beneath the bare globes of her bottom and walked purposefully over to get in the elevator without so much as giving a glance towards the two men sitting in the limousine.

Nicky rested her head on his shoulder as the elevator doors closed behind them. “Perhaps it’s as well I lost some weight; less for you to carry,” she chuckled.

“The weight goes back on,” Lucien assured her grimly. “I don’t happen to like thin women.” He gave her a frowning glance.

Nicky snuggled closer into his neck as she gave the strong column of his throat a long and leisurely stroke with the moistness of her tongue, smiling against his skin as she felt him quiver in response. “You seem to like me well enough,” she murmured with satisfaction, enjoying the play of muscles in his shoulders as he carried her so easily, and able to feel the press of his arousal between her vulnerable thighs.

His eyes glittered brightly. “I don’t feel anything as insipid as liking for you, I just want to—”
 

“Yes, I know; you just want to fuck me.” She sighed.

“I told you not to use that word,” he growled harshly. “Not unless you want this bare backside,” his hands boldly caressed her bottom, “soundly thrashed.”

The heat of those caresses went straight to Nicky’s groin, causing her to groan as she felt the flow of her juices wetting her swollen labia.

“I don’t feel anything so insipid as
liking
for you, Nicky,” Lucien repeated softly as he stepped out into the carpeted hallway of his apartment. “But I do need to take you, right now.” He slammed her up against the wall. “Finesse will just have to wait!”

She gave a gasp even as her legs tightened instinctively about Lucien’s waist, fingers gripping tightly to his muscled shoulders as he held her against the wall with the weight of his chest, glittering eyes continuing to hold hers captive as Lucien kept one hand beneath her bottom to support her while he used the other one to unfasten the zip on his trousers, allowing the long and straining length of his cock to spring free.

“There’s a condom in the breast pocket of my jacket,” he managed to gasp.

Nicky quickly searched in the pocket, her cheeks warming as she found not one packet but half a dozen. She quickly tore the top of the packet and removed the condom. “Shall I?” she offered gruffly.

“Maybe next time.” Lucien took the latex and quickly and efficiently rolled it over the length of his erection.

Nicky gave another gasp, softer this time, more like a groan, as Lucien once again cupped her bottom and moved his hips back slightly, stroking the length of his covered cock along the dripping walls of her labia, lubricating his length as he pulled back even further before surging forward and thrusting up hard and fiercely inside her.

“Jesus, you feel like molten fire around me,” Lucien’s groan was somewhere between ecstasy and agony as his cock took complete possession.

He stayed exactly like that for several long seconds, not daring to move, knowing that even a single stroke inside that soft and yielding heat was likely to send him hurtling over the edge.

“Don’t move and keep your legs wrapped tightly about my waist,” he growled, holding her up against the wall as his hands moved to part his jacket, revealing those delicious breasts, the nipples swollen and colored a deep rose.

Lucien’s head swooped as he latched onto one of those delectable nipples, sucking and pulling on that swollen bud like a starving man, so hungry for this wild, red-haired woman he knew he wasn’t going to last longer than a few minutes, but determined that when he went Nicky was going to come with him.

He became suddenly still, as he allowed himself to enjoy the pull and tightening of Nicky’s sheath as she started to come. Those contractions became slowly stronger, stroking along the length of Lucien’s cock as he continued to remain unmoving inside her, caressing him, squeezing him, demanding he join her.
 

That pull grew stronger, harder, until her inner muscles all contracted at the same time as she came, wrapped about his cock like an undulating vice.

Lucien lost it completely, suckling harder on Nicky’s nipple, as he heard her cry of pleasure at the same time as he joined her, his cock surging and throbbing with his own agonizingly pleasurable release.

Her fingernails dug painfully into his shoulders as she continued to move up and down the length of his cock, desperately taking her own pleasure, taking all of his pleasure too, not satisfied until she had drained him dry.

“We should move,” Nicky murmured a long time later, the sound of their hoarse and ragged breathing the only noise in the silence of Lucien’s apartment.

She had known Lucien’s cock was going to be big, had felt that long, thick length pressed against her several times. But she had realized earlier he was even bigger than she had imagined, long, thick and silky, and filling her completely still even as he softened. Nicky had no doubts that she was going to ache in the morning, the pleasurable ache of having Lucien inside her.

“I can’t move yet,” he murmured raggedly, his breath hot against her throat.

“I should get dressed and leave— Oh God, I left all my clothes in the car!” she groaned in realization.

Lucien gave a shake of his head, his hair soft and silky against her skin. “Dair will bring them back in the morning, probably laundered and pressed. And the only place you’re going tonight is my bed,” he added with his usual arrogance.

Nicky raised her head to look at him, although she couldn’t see much of his expression in the shadowed hallway. “I thought you would want me to leave now that you’ve had what you wanted.”

Ordinarily that was exactly how Lucien would have felt; he didn’t remember ever wanting to spend a whole night with a woman, in his bed or in hers. But he had already told Nicky that her leaving him tonight wasn’t an option, and he had meant it.

He had no intentions of allowing Nicky to go anywhere until he had taken and enjoyed her in all the ways he had fantasized of—

Of what?

He had realized in these past few minutes that it was no longer just fucking with Nicky, that it went much deeper than that.

Obsession, maybe?

Whatever it was, he intended this woman to be his until they had both sated this wild need for each other. Even if he had to keep her naked to make it happen.

“Oh!” Nicky drew her breath in sharply as she felt Lucien starting to harden again inside her, was literally able to feel the blood flowing back into him, thickening the veins running the full length of his shaft, until he once again felt like that rigid length of steel inside her.

“Yes—oh.” Lucien bared his teeth in a humorless smile as he straightened. “We’re going to be in a bed this time.” He carried her easily down the rest of the hallway, past the kitchen where he had eaten her for his meal just days ago, and then down another hallway and into what was obviously his bedroom.

A single bedside lamp offered a soft glow of illumination, allowing Nicky to see the room was decorated in icy blues and black, and dominated by the biggest bed Nicky had ever seen. “You could get a football team in there!”

“We’ll make do with just the two of us just for tonight, hmm?” Lucien murmured as he lowered her down onto the ice-blue duvet.

She blinked up at him in alarm. “Just for tonight?”

“You should see the expression of disapproval on your face.” He chuckled softly as he moved away briefly to dispose of the used condom before removing the last of his clothes and rolling on another one. “And you really should know me better than that by now,” he added hardly as he once again lay between her thighs to sheath himself in her heat with one quick thrust. “I don’t share. Ever.” He took his weight on his elbows as he looked down at her.

A shiver ran the length of Nicky’s spine. She had forgotten this side of Lucien during the past hour—she had forgotten her own name for most of it!

But she remembered Lucien’s need to possess and own. His desire, craving, to have everything, and everyone, exactly as he wanted.

Just as she remembered the pain of Lucien’s rejection the last time they had been intimate.

The ridiculousness of the timing of that realization—now, when Lucien was once again hard and throbbing inside her—wasn’t lost on her, either.

Despite her reassurances to Lucien, this was exactly what Nicky had been so afraid of earlier. This losing control, the loss of sense of herself and who she was. Or, at least, who she was pretending to be...

“I don’t like it when you go quiet, Nicky.” Lucien’s hard and naked body was pressed intimately along the length of hers. “It drives me crazy when I don’t know what you’re thinking or doing. I don’t like it when you shut me out, as you’ve been doing for this past week—”

“You threw me out,” she reminded softly.

“And then I reinstated you in your job with back pay—a word or letter of thanks might have been appropriate?”

“I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again.”

“I invited you out this evening.”

“You
ordered
me to meet you for dinner by email!”

“You stood me up!”

“You were behaving like an arrogant ass again!”

“I was frustrated as hell by your silence!” They were both flushed and glaring angrily by the time Lucien lashed out with this last accusation.

Making him totally aware of the ludicrousness of their argument when Nicky was completely naked beneath his dinner jacket and he had the hard length of his cock buried deep inside her.

He gave a disgusted shake of his head. “You certainly know how to pick your moments for being bloody awkward.”

“
I
know how to pick them?” She pushed ineffectually against the bareness of his chest. “You’re impossible! Get off me, you big ape!” Her eyes glittered up at him angrily as he refused to move.

Lucien stared down at her incredulously for several seconds, shock warring with laughter, and he desperately tried not to release the latter, knowing it would only infuriate Nicky more.

It was a battle he quickly lost as he began to chuckle and then to laugh outright.

As predicted, Nicky just looked more and more outraged by his amusement.

All that laughter did absolutely nothing for Lucien’s libido either, and he felt himself softening. “Now look what you’ve done,” he groaned as he rolled off her and onto the bed beside her, his arm up on the pillow behind him.

“I didn’t do anything—”

“Obviously not.” Lucien glanced down to where his semi-hard cock now lay on his groin.

This woman drove him nuts. Absolutely, one hundred percent nuts. To the extent he had been so desperate to be inside her he had taken her up against a wall while still wearing his bloody trousers, socks and shoes.

And she still looked sexy as hell lying there naked inside his dinner jacket, with those riotous red curls spread out on the pillow behind her, her eyes glowing—obviously with anger rather than desire—and her cheeks flushed.

How the hell was he supposed to resist her?

“Maybe we should just talk for a while, Lucien?” she ventured softly.

“Talk about what?” he prompted warily.

She shrugged. “You could tell me a little about yourself,” she added encouragingly. “Is Dair your only family, or do you have more relatives?”

This
was how he could resist her, Lucien realized. Why he had never allowed any woman to get close to him.