Eternal Temptation (5 page)

After waiting several seconds she brought her other hand into the mix and oh so carefully popped open the button of his jeans. Immediately she pulled back, her arms held up like a cop just told her to freeze. Any second now he’d come roaring awake and yell at her again. Seconds passed and then, nothing.

Breathing freely once again, she gently lifted the tab of his zipper, wincing as she did. She kept her eyes trained on his face as she tugged at the zipper. It hissed loudly in the quiet cabin and she waited, bracing herself for him to fling open his eyes. He didn’t.

There was a hard pressure pushing against his zipper, helping her to pull it down the rest of the way in one easy tug. Her jaw dropped open as his cock sprung out, hard and swollen. The man did not wear underwear and she never thought she’d be happy about that.

Close to moaning, she bit her lip and quickly peered up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. His eyes were closed, his dark lashes laying a thick crescent against his face.

Her bravery faltered as she eyed his erect cock. Surely lykaen cocks must be bigger than others. She’d never seen a vampire’s as big as this. Not that she’d really seen many in her life, and even then they were only glimpses, but it must hurt taking that thing inside a woman. Well he was a giant of a man, so it suited him well, she supposed.

Using only her thumb and index finger, she grabbed it by the tips of her fingers. Encouraged by his deep even breaths, she leaned forward and parted her lips. She was already wet and she hadn’t even tasted him yet and she was dying to. Her mouth watered and she darted her tongue to swipe across the tip of his cock.

Her eyes quickly flung up to his face and in the process, her grip tightened hard around his cock.

Shit
, she muttered inwardly and loosened her grip. It was already too late though because he groaned and somehow leaned even further back into the chair. The action thrust his hips toward her and enveloped her further between his longlegs.

She grinned wantonly. See I knew you needed me Darien Kategan.

Gripping him loosely in her fist, she parted her lips and took the tip of him into her mouth. The first taste was heaven. He tasted like he smelled, like raw man but so much more. He was so much more potent this way.

She trained her eyes on his face, watching for any sign of him waking up. Nothing, so she bobbed further down his cock, wetting his stiff flesh. Desire flooded through her. The naughtiness of the act combined with his potent taste flooded her panties with cream. Images flashed through her mind of Darien waking up, then taking her body again and again without remorse or apologies. Just taking.

Moaning, she licked her way up his cock then swallowed him again, creating what she hoped was the perfect rhythm to make him explode in her mouth. She had to know what he tasted like. Had to know what his seed would feel like on her tongue.

She sucked him deep again and again, her mouth so wet that saliva dripped over her loose fist and down to his heavy sac below. The sight was so sexy she long since stopped watching his face. She didn’t care if he woke up. She wanted to give this to him—had to.

His cock grew hotter in her mouth; the thick meat of him grew impossibly wider until he was stuffing her mouth full. Lykaens were definitely bigger than most. Had to be.

Resting her free on hand lightly on his thigh, she felt his muscles twitching and spasming beneath her touch. She opened her eyes to search his face and was almost disappointed to see his eyes still closed.

Though she realized that a part of him definitely knew what was going on. His chest was moving quickly, his lips parted a hair and his arms uncrossed, crept closer, and closer to her. She tightened her fist around him and pumped him faster as she took him deep into her mouth again and again.

A deep, sexy groan sounded from deep in his chest. An answering one pulled at her throat but she stopped it, afraid the gentle sound might rouse him.

His hips started thrusting then, working his cock in and out of her mouth just as his hand reached to twine into her hair.

A deep pulsing throb built inside her. She squirmed, wiggled, as she tried to keep her jaw relaxed around his length. She sensed he was close so she moved faster, squeezing her fist around him tighter and pumping faster. He groaned, sounding like she was killing him, not pleasuring him, and then he swelled even more in the back of her throat.

Cassie tried to pull back to breathe, but his hips pushed up, burying his cock at the back of her throat. His fist tightened to keep her there and then she had only a moment to open her eyes and looked up at his face.

His eyes shot open, found hers. Then he was groaning roughly as hot, thick spurts of cum jetted in her mouth. His face drew into a slackened expression of desperate pleasure—and she loved it. She swallowed the cream in her mouth as more came. She sucked at his head and licked at the tip catching all of his thick seed.

Gasping for breath, she pulled away. Her hand was wet and her jaw was sore, but none of that bothered her because of the look in the lykaen’s eyes. It was like a realization happened and she got to watch it take place. Complete and utter satisfaction. The hooded look of pleasure slowly left his beautiful eyes. He jerked then blinked rapidly looking down at his cock, at her, then around the cabin. Finally he shot to his feet.

“God dammit!” That was so not the response she’d hoped for. Be brave. Be strong. He needs help.

Okay, try a compliment. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met.” His hands turned into fists and she was fairly certain he was struggling not to hit something. She wished he had, because instead he turned to her and yelled, “Do you suck off every man you think is sexy?”

“Well, I’ve never sucked a man off, as you so delicately put it. I’ve never had that particular urge until I met you. But to answer your question I’d say that no, I usually don’t have that urge. You’re just special I guess.” He looked like he was about to scream, then he just stared at her like she was mad.

“Are you a crazy woman? I mean really.” He said the last gently as if afraid to spook her. She burst out laughing.

Somehow over the laughs she managed to say, “Um, no. Sorry to disappoint you, Darien. This was plain old lust. I wanted to see your cock, and I wanted to suck on it. Then I really wanted to know what your…seed tasted like.” She dropped her voice to a husky purr as she said the last.

He must have liked it because his cock twitched and hardened again, and his eyes darkened like a thunderstorm. Beautiful. As if realizing he was still hanging out, he zipped himself up.

“Yeah well there must be something wrong with you. A woman just doesn’t do things like this, Cassie.” The sound of her shortened name made her smile. She liked that he was already using it. She’d always hated the long, prissy sounding version of her full name. “I’m going out, and if you know what’s good for you, which it doesn’t look like you do, I suggest you stay the he— just stay away from me.”

“Wait, where are you going?” He rolled his thick neck until it popped.

“I’m going to chop firewood and maybe hunt for more food.”

Pouting, she pulled herself onto the cot and spread her legs. She really wished she had on a skirt or a dress right now, but hey, there wasn’t much of a choice when you were running from a psychopathic vampire.

She wasn’t disappointed though because his heated gaze fell straight to her core. He looked as if he could see through the denim. Suddenly her mouth was dry; her gaze dropped to his crotch and was not disappointed by what he was currently sporting there.

“No,” he said gruffly.

“Oh, come on sexy lykaen. Darien...” She leaned back on her elbows and arched her back at him. “You got to finish. It’s really only fair if—”

“
No
.” He turned and was out the door before she could say another word.

God dammit. That didn’t go how she wanted at all. Silly man. Didn’t he see how right they could be together—at least in bed?

Flopping back onto the bed, she started tugging at her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. She spread her legs then dove her eager fingers under her panties. The first touch was pure ecstasy.

“If you aren’t gonna do this, then I am, Darien.” She found her breast with her other hand and tugged at her nipple as she built herself towards what was turning out to be a very fast orgasm.

* * *

Darien snatched the axe off the ground and moved to the next pile of wood he had to cut. Shit, he didn’t have to do this. He hadn’t even planned on cutting more wood today, but hell if he was going to stay in that tiny cabin with
her.

What was she a vampire vixen? She sure as hell didn’t know how to listen or what the word “no” meant. Blasted, sexy fucking woman...

He hefted the axe into the air and let it fall hard into the wood. It snapped and cracked from top to bottom. It didn’t take long for him to fall into the motions of chopping wood. He performed the action without really thinking.

He thought it was a dream. He’d been dreaming of a sexy vampire with copper hair, and as he noted this morning in the sunlight, blonde and dark brown lights spread throughout her thick mass of hair. There was no doubt in his mind she was the devil.

Was she sent by one of his brothers? Were they convinced that the only way to make him better was to have a vampire seduce him? No that wasn’t like them. They’d send a lykaen, not a vamp.

In his dream, he’d been sweating, his balls pulled up tight as she suckled him and he was certain that at any moment he’d blow. Yet even in his dream, he sensed her apprehension, her anxiety. She’d never even done it before, she’d said. That news alone brought forth so many damned questions. He had the urge to go in there and shake her into telling him the truth. Like why her face was busted up and who did it and why. Why was she running through his woods and not in a car or with family and friends?

A faint sound caught his ears, making him twitch. The axe hung in the air as he listened. There it was again. A soft, husky moan.

She was...

“God dammit,” he growled and swung the axe down hard. It split the wood like a lightning strike and sunk deep into the earth below. He let go of the axe and stalked towards the cabin. The sound came again like a gentle caress over his body. He stopped, struggling to breathe and comprehend, and trying like hell not to envision what she was doing.

Oh, hell. Now he could do nothing but see images of her rubbing her soft sex. Another husky moan seduced his ears. Well she did warn him. His cock was acting as if the sounds she made were just for him. It thickened, lengthening in his pants, throbbing like he’d never touched it in his whole life.

His cock didn’t seem to understand that it just came—a lot—inside that vixen’s hot little mouth. It pulsed in his jeans, and he glared at it. It also was in agreement with her. Especially since it hadn’t been touched since Dana died.

Her soft moans were coming faster now. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. She was close. Was she thinking him? About his cock sliding inside her, spreading her wide, and filling her deep? As if his body had a mind of its own, he reached down and opened his jeans. His cock sprang free and he grabbed the heavy flesh in his fist.

He remembered the soft flicks of her tongue and the touch of her lips from his dream. She’d moaned when he came in her mouth as if she liked it. Breathing heavy, he pumped his fist. He knew this was going to be fast. He could hear her legs shuffling back and forth on the bed, could hear her breath getting quicker and quicker. He knew her fingers were working herself fast. Was she cupping a breast as she did, tugging on her pretty little nipple?

A sharp cry spilled out from the cabin, and he knew she was coming. Biting his lip to stifle a groan, he stroked himself once more before he started coming. He pictured her hips jerking as she came, her nipples pulled into puckered points begging to be sucked. He tasted blood as he jetted his release in long pulls onto the leaves on the ground.

All was silent then except for the scurrying of rodents in the forest. Cursing himself, he kicked some leaves on top of his mess and leaned against the cabin for support. Every minute she was here, he was desecrating Dana and the baby’s remains.

She was leaving today. Thank god, because he couldn’t stand to have her here a moment longer. A cold fist gripped his heart. She was in trouble. He was sure of it. He hesitated at the thought of sending her away; he might be sending her into danger. A big part of him was not willing to do that—ever.

He heard her shuffling inside the cabin, then her soft steps coming to the door. Picking up the axe, he resumed chopping. The wind blew gently and he caught her scent as she came up to him.

He told himself not to look at her, but of course that was the first thing he did. Big mistake. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glossy and sexy as hell. At least she was wearing clothes.

“When do you want to leave? I’ll take you wherever you want. You got family to go to?”

Her smile didn’t reassure him. “I don’t want to leave yet. If it’s all right with you, I thought I might stay awhile.” He slammed the axe down harder than necessary and the wood flew several feet away. She smirked at him. She had no idea what she was messing with.

“Well this is my place, my woods, my cabin. I say when you go, not you.” A flicker of panic formed in her eyes but was gone fast. Damn if she wasn’t hiding something.