Live Wire (42 page)

Baby girl, all you had to do was come home. She would have lived.…
Sorrel had laid the blame at her feet. But a part of Tehya had known better. He had wanted both of them. He had needed both of them.

You and your mother were the key to my future, to Kenneth’s future,
he had sighed months before she had gone to Aruba.
Come home, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you. I promise you, the embrace of your brother will be far better than what awaits you otherwise.…

Running, hiding, losing friends, never knowing what true freedom was because she could never stop long enough to experience it.

It was still far better than the embrace of her brother.

She shuddered at the thought. When she had been younger, she had idolized Kenneth. When he would come to her and her mother’s rooms, unlock the door and take her out into the gardens to play. When he would laugh with her, tease her, and tell her stories of what the world was like. The parties she would one day attend if she were a very good girl. The life she could have if she obeyed the rules.

If she would tell him or her father if her mother ever tried to escape. All she had to do was be a very good girl.

Her chest tightened as her stomach rolled sickeningly. She had never told on her mother, but her mother hadn’t truly trusted her either. Tehya had been convinced the reason her mother had left her with Sister Mary was to test Tehya. And while running, Francine had learned exactly the danger she and her daughter faced.

A danger Tehya couldn’t escape, even with Sorrel’s and Kenneth’s deaths.

She rocked against herself, her arms tightening around her legs as a knot of agony burned in her chest, the need to release it like a knife twisting inside her soul.

Thunder rocked outside, and lightning blazed with a power and brilliance that lit the world with nature’s display of strength.

And how weak she was in comparison, not just to the storm, but to the danger surrounding her. The danger she had drawn Jordan and his men into.

The click of the bedroom door behind her drew her attention. Shadowed and dark, the tall, black-clad figure that stepped inside had her heart suddenly racing in much more than fear. Excitement and lust, emotions she had given up on fighting years ago, and a need for touch that threatened to leave her shaking.

The black mask covering his face didn’t hide his eyes. The brilliant blue looked brighter, more sapphire, almost neon as he closed the door, locking it behind him before prowling across the room, dangerous intent marking every line of his body.

“The curtains should be closed,” he informed her as he stepped around the chair, his back to her now as he reached up and jerked the heavy material across the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Anyone could have a bead on you, Tey.”

Turning to her, he pulled the mask from his face slowly, dropping it to the floor as he stared down at her. His expression was tight, savage, and radiated pure hungry lust as he gripped the bottom of the snug black shirt and pulled it off as well.

Sensation punched through her womb, clenching it tight as she felt her juices ease along the bare lips of her pussy. The electricity of the storm seemed to sizzle over her flesh, tightening her nipples, her clit, and racing across her body with a sudden, exciting surge of sensuality.

Dominance radiated in his face, his gaze.

“Are you wearing panties?” Guttural, fierce, his voice echoed with the hunger reflected in his eyes.

The surge of electric sensation that pulsed through her pussy was so strong, so deep, it was almost an orgasm. Her heart picked up further in speed, racing, pounding with pure excitement as his hands went to the black nylon belt, moving slowly, with predatory intent, and released the catch.

Tehya swallowed tightly. “No.”

Weakening sensuality swept through her at the smile that edged his lips. At the same time, he flipped the catch of his black pants loose, the edges spreading slowly apart as his cock sprang free.

Thick and long, the engorged crest had flushed a dark purple, moisture gleaming at the tip and over the tiny slit at the blunt point.

Heavily veined, wickedly erotic and explicit, the sensual demand apparent in the heavy stalk of flesh sent Tehya’s senses reeling.

Slowly, she unfolded her legs, leaned forward, her gaze lifting to meet his as her lips parted, her tongue peeking out for a taste of the silk-covered steel throbbing demandingly before her gaze.

Male heat exploded against her taste buds. A hint of salt, a hint of spice. Addictive, intoxicating, the taste of him was a hunger suddenly exploding inside her.

Reaching for him, the fingers of one hand curled at the base of his cock, unable to surround it with her fingers, but her lips parted, taking the thick head between them, stretching around it to suck him inside.

The complete eroticism of the act was almost too much to bear. Her eyes closed, a moan trapped in her throat, vibrating there as she felt the hard throb of response against her tongue.

His fingers speared into her hair and clenched in the strands, tugging in sensual demand as she drew on the heated cock head, feeling his hands guiding her head, holding her in place as his hips began to move.

“Fuck, Tehya, I dream of this,” he growled. “Watching my dick fuck your mouth again. Seeing your pretty lips stretched around it, sucking me deep.”

She could feel her juices easing along the folds of her pussy, moistening her, preparing her for him.

She wanted him, with a desperation that clawed at her senses. His fingers flexed around the strands of hair he held, tugging at her scalp and sending an erotic fire radiating through it.

Pulsating need traveled through her senses. Flames of exquisite sensation raced over her flesh until she found her hands tugging at her gown, pulling it to her thighs as her fingers found the desperately aching bud of her clit. An agony of need filled her cunt, raging through it like a wildfire out of control.

A smothered cry escaped her as painful pleasure exploded through her. It wasn’t as good as his touch; sometimes he seemed to know her body better than she did, her pleasure better than she ever could. But with his dick in her mouth, her fingers stroking her clit, she could still sense the impending explosion and the rapture that would surround her.

Inside, she heated and clenched as her juices began to saturate her fingers.

“Fuck. Tehya.” The growl had her jerking in response as a shudder raced through her.

“Let me see, baby.” He tried to move back, to pull free of the grip her mouth had on him. She couldn’t allow it. She couldn’t release him just yet, not as long as this pleasure was tearing through her.

His grip tightened, male determination apparent as his cock pulled from her lips and her eyes flared open in rejection.

“No. Not yet.” She pulled her fingers from between her thighs, both hands reaching for him now.

“Let me watch.” The order in his tone throbbed beneath the lust as he gripped her wrist and pushed her hand back to her thighs. “Let me watch you play with your pretty pussy, baby. I want to see it. Every stroke, every soft caress of your fingers.”

Let him watch? Let him see the agonizing need tearing through her as her fingers played against her clit?

He went to his knees, and she admitted in that moment that she would do whatever he needed her to do. Whatever he wanted her to do.

One powerful hand gripped her knee, lifting it and guiding it over the arm of the chair as he continued pressing her fingers against her pussy until they moved.

She found her clit again, her head digging into the back of the chair as she felt herself rapidly flying into the center of the sensual, sexual vortex he was building inside her.

His gaze became darker, yet more brilliant, his expression more savage as a reddish flush stained his sun-darkened face and his lips appeared more sensual, with a hungry curve.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed out roughly, his eyes centered on her fingers as she circled her clit slowly. “Show me how you make your pretty clit swell, baby.”

The hard bud pulsed and tightened further as Tehya felt her breathing escalate. The room suddenly became hotter, steamier with lust as his fingers slid up her thighs and parted the swollen folds of her pussy.

Sensation electrified her. It whipped through the sensitive bundle of nerves and left her gasping for breath as excitement tightened through her.

As his head lowered, his lashes lifting to stare back at her, she watched, entranced, as he licked through the saturated flesh, a low hum of enjoyment vibrating against her flesh.

Tehya jolted, a fractured cry parting her lips and she swore she lost her breath for precious seconds. Her hips arched forward, driving his tongue closer to the aching entrance to her cunt.

“I need you,” she whispered, desperate for him, needing him now in ways she hadn’t before.

Each time the pleasure seemed to be higher, hotter. It whipped around her with such incredible intensity that she wondered if she could possibly live without him or his touch now.

“Don’t stop.” His hand caught her wrist as her strokes eased, pressing them back to her flesh. “Let me watch you come, Tey. I want to see it.”

The silky slide of her juices was caught by his fingers before he stroked the clenched opening, then with two fingers, began to penetrate the tender tissue. He parted her flesh, working inside her as her fingers began to move more quickly, more firmly against the sensitive bud now burning with the need for release.

“God, yes, Tey,” he groaned as his fingers stretched her slowly, thrusting inside her with slow, deliberate movements. “Come for me baby. Let me see you.…”

“Jordan,” she cried out his name, jerking as her body tensed, tightened, and began to shudder with the orgasm suddenly tearing through her.

She was only dimly aware of his fingers sliding completely from her. She wasn’t given a chance to miss them. In the next second he was stretching her further, the intimate flesh of her cunt burning with the sudden intrusion of his cock impaling her with strong, heavy thrusts.

Her lashes lifted as her hands moved with drugged weakness, her fingers gripping the strength of his biceps as his hips surged between her thighs.

The feel of his cock rasping over ultrasensitive tissue, stretching, creating a friction and pressure that sent electric surges of pure sensation tearing through her senses was almost too much to bear. Rapture exploded through her. Tender nerve endings flared with each pulse of her release as her pussy clamped down on his cock as though fighting to hold him inside.

Until he thrust in deep, his body arching, and the feel of his release suddenly spurting inside her intensified those last surging sensations rocketing through her womb.

His head fell to her shoulder, his mouth pressing to it for a second before they parted, allowing his lips to grip her flesh as a harsh male groan tore from his chest.

His pleasure combined with hers, whipping through her senses until she swore she could feel him moving through her soul, possessing her, owning her as nothing or no one else ever could have.

For Jordan, it was like suddenly waking. A part of him that he had never known existed flared to life. With his eyes closed, his teeth gripping her flesh, the taste of her, the scent of her overriding his senses, he knew some integral part of him had changed forever.

And it had happened the moment he saw her sitting before the window as though daring her enemies to strike.

The last ecstatic pulses of his release left him weak, pressed against her, fighting to catch his breath. It left him wondering at the sudden aura of contentment, of satisfaction that raced through his mind.

This was a part of pleasure he had never known before. It was an intimacy he couldn’t have imagined existed.

The last surge of release shuddered through him as reality began to slip past the overwhelming sensations that had surrounded him.

Tehya rested against him, her arms draped over his shoulders, her breathing just as hard, just as rough as his own. Sprawled against the back of the chair, she held him to her, bonds of silk and feminine warmth locking him in place more tightly than chains ever could.

Moving wasn’t something he wanted to do, it was something he made himself do. That inner voice of warning was screaming at him, alarms clashing inside his head at the realization that this one woman was beginning to mean more than any other in the past.

“Don’t leave me yet,” she whispered, the desperate plea in the words tearing through him.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, baby.” As his flesh pulled free of hers and he rose to his feet, it was only to bend to her and lift her in his arms.

Cradling her against his chest, Jordan moved to the carefully turned-down bed and laid her in the center of the soft mattress before removing the rest of his clothing, her gown, and climbing in beside her.

There was no hesitation as she moved into his arms, her head lying against his chest as masses of red-gold curls spilled over his arm and stomach. The warmth of it was like silken chains wrapping around him, holding him in place.

God, what would he do without her?

For the barest second, his breathing paused at the thought. There had never been anyone in his life that he didn’t think he could survive without, until now. And that was terrifying.

“Did you follow them?” Her soft voice pierced him with the underlying fear he sensed in it.

“We followed them,” he answered as he smoothed his hand down her hair, finally allowing his fingers to tangle into the curls that lay over his stomach.

He didn’t want to talk about this. He knew the past was coming back to haunt her, that Gregor Ascarti had been one of the demons who had chased her since she was a child. One that refused to die.

“What aren’t you wanting to tell me, Jordan?” The fear was gone. There was an edge of steel in her voice now, a determination he didn’t particularly want to hear.

“Just lie here with me for a while, Tey,” he sighed. “Let me just hold you for a minute.”

He didn’t want to do this to her. Telling her Ascarti was still alive would be nearly as bad as telling her Sorrel himself had risen from the grave.