Lost Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans #6.5) (15 page)

“Do you now?” His cock grew thick against the side of her belly.

“Yes, I do. Are you planning on doing something about it?” she goaded. As she went to move, he pressed a firm hand to her shoulder, pinning her still.

“I’ve been looking forward to this ever since you ran from me back to Philadelphia,” he said, a dark tone to his voice. “Then you ran a second time to Embo. And going into danger alone…without Luca? I’m afraid you need a lesson.”

“Looking forward to what? Ow…ah,” she cried as a hard slap landed on her bottom.
Holy hell.
He’d teased her for months that he’d spank her. He’d even bound her to the bed on occasion, yet the sting of his palm came as an erotic surprise.

“You see,” he said, smacking the other cheek. “I know you better than you know yourself. The rush you get from the danger. How do you like it now, my little vamp?”

“I don’t know…I…” The wetness in her swollen folds dripped down her thigh and she attempted to conceal her arousal with words. “I don’t like…”

He slapped her hard, caressing her reddened flesh. Sydney reached for his cock and swiped her finger across its wet slit. Her ass tingled in sweet pain, yet as she yearned for more, he stopped. She’d hoped that he’d continue, and was taken by surprise when his fingers glided down her crevice. A thick digit plunged deep inside her pussy and she moaned, pressing back into the erotic invasion. Retreating, he coated his fingers in her wetness and entered her again, this time circling her puckered flesh with his thumb.

“Oh God, Kade…what are you…?” With the shock of the intrusion, her fingers loosened around his dick. Unable to move, she did nothing…only felt, immersing herself in the sensation her mate sought to give her.

“You may be a novice, love, but I am a master,” he told her.

“Ah…yes.” He continued to tease her bottom as his remaining fingers scissored around her swollen lips, pinching her clit, never actually touching her taut nub. Her clit ached in arousal. “I need more…I need…”

“No more running.”

“No, no, no,” she protested as he removed his fingers from inside her. She gave a muffled whine into the covers. Her hips pumped against his legs seeking relief, but none came. “Ahh…I’m so close.”

“I love your body,” he said softly. “I love all of you.”

“Don’t stop…” She grew dizzy with need, his fingers brushing over her clitoris.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Entering her once again, he allowed the tip of his thumb to press gently into her anus.

“Yes…that feels…it’s so wrong, but oh my God. Kade…easy…oh, yes…ah,” she cried.

Quivering, her climax slammed into her. Tears brimmed from her lashes as she began to shake. Her fingers fisted his cock as she writhed against his hand. As the spasms subsided, she pushed onto her elbows and knees. Her tousled hair flew in all directions as she whirled between his legs.

Never releasing his swollen flesh, she returned his devious smile as she dipped her head and brought her lips to his cock. Her tongue darted out and lapped at his salty essence. She licked underneath his hard length, and he groaned, hitting his head upon the headboard. Sydney laughed at his response, knowing that despite his declaration that he was the master, she’d mastered him as well. Taking him into her mouth, she sucked and laved at his soft skin. Clutching his hips, she swallowed him down to his root.

His fingers raked into her scalp, guiding her up and down. He lasted only minutes before stopping her, lifting her chin to meet his gaze.

“Come to me,” he directed, wiping her lip with his thumb.

She did as he said, climbing atop her mate. Grazing her hands down his ripped abs, she hovered above him, his tip prodding her entrance. He gave her a wicked smile and flipped her onto her back. She squealed in delight as he pinned her arms to the bed.

“Make love to me,” she whispered. Her quickening breath struggled to keep up with her heartbeat. She knew what was coming but nothing ever prepared her for his possession.

“For the rest of your life,” he promised.

She gasped as he pushed deep inside her, his thick flesh stretching her. As he filled her, she clutched at his shoulders, her fangs dropping. She reveled in the sharp penetration, the walls of her core clamping down around his shaft. He rocked inside her, taking her pink nipple between his lips. Her hips met his, thrust for thrust, his pelvis stroking her clit in a tantalizing rhythm. His sharp teeth descended, piercing her full breast.

An orgasm rolled through her as he sucked her gently. Never giving her quarter, he increased his pace. She rebounded from her climax only to be driven to the precipice of ecstasy once again.

“Kade!” Her head thrashed on the pillow as she screamed.

He bit at her lips, silencing her with his savage kiss. She gave back what she got, biting, their tongues probing each other’s. He pounded into her and she rose to meet his need. Moving to accept his cock, she lifted her hips. As he slammed into Sydney, her pussy pulsated around his length. Only the taste of her mate would suffice, and she sought to give him the pleasure he’d given her hundreds of times. He closed the distance, offering her his neck. Without hesitation, she bit down, her fangs slicing into his taut flesh. His powerful blood rushed down her throat, and she came hard, her body shuddering in release.

Kade cried out loud, his explosive orgasm blasting through him. He ground his body against hers. Erupting inside her, he surged into climax. As she laved at the wounds on his skin, he rolled onto his back, never letting her go.

For two hundred years, he’d been alone, and he’d almost lost the love of his life. Two hearts had once again been brought together. The death of her humanity brought to life again, reaffirming their commitment. As she fell asleep on his chest, the emotion he’d held at bay surfaced. He’d never been more grateful for what he’d been given: his soon-to-be wife, a future family. For eternity, they’d be lost in each other’s embrace.

Mya smiled as the elevator numbers ticked by above her. She’d easily bypassed the detective in the hospital, her appearance once again altered to suit her purpose. Her only regret was allowing Pat to suck her into his epic fail of a plan to kill Sydney Willows. Not only had she lived, they’d been forced to kidnap the redheaded vampire. Hostages were always a burden. With her still alive, she’d have to deal with her sometime.

Mya reached underneath the floral silk scarf tied stylishly around her neck and fingered the newly healed scabs. She supposed that receiving pain could be a means to an end. A shame it hadn’t played out the way Pat had wanted. Mya never played the victim well, though. Pat had known it when he’d asked for her help. She laughed to herself, knowing full well that her sadistic nature would always take precedence over any man’s desire to bend her.

As the doors slid open, she smiled. Her plane ride had been filled with delightful dreams of pain. Some would call them nightmares. She’d call them a wet dream laced in blood. She reveled in the fear, excited to share it with her victims.

In truth, they got what they deserved. Nothing was ever as simple as it seemed. No one was one hundred percent innocent nor were they guilty. The spectrum of evil was as wide as the ocean, its waves readying to drown those who stood in its path.

Katrina Livingston, sister of Tristan, Alpha of Lyceum Wolves, would suffer greatly for the sins of others and perhaps her own. Within minutes, Mya would have her to do with as she pleased. As she exited and rolled her red leather carry-on down the hallway, she considered the implements of pain she’d packed for her session.

It only took her seconds to reach the young wolf’s apartment.
It’s entertaining to play with wolves
, she mused. Vampires were far too easy to kill, taking the thrill out of the hunt. She reached for the welcome heart that hung on the door, tracing her fingers over the last name:
Livingston
. All was well with her life.

With the excitement of New Orleans, she’d almost forgotten her commitment to her new project. She would have loved to have stayed in the south a bit longer. A shame, really, that she’d been caught by the detective.

Her phone buzzed, and she retrieved her purse to view the text message. Pleased, she glanced at the photo and smiled. His caretakers had seen that he stayed just how she’d left him, bound naked in the dark.

She could have left him for weeks, she knew. Immortality was a delicious benefit when torturing supernaturals. Whether it be for revenge or pleasure, with nothing but time, she’d always met her goals, carrying out her devious plans at her leisure. She glanced at the image again, sliding her fingers across the glass to enlarge it. A tingle of delight shivered through her body as she studied his face. His blond hair had grown longer. Through the waterfall of strands covering his face, she could taste the anger emanating from his eyes. She smiled, delighted she’d elicited her intended response.

Unfazed by the Alpha’s obvious discomfort, she tossed her cell in her purse. The big bad wolf, Jax Chandler, could wait a bit longer. She knocked on the door, adrenaline rushing through her veins.
Let the fun begin.

Kym Grosso is the USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of the erotic romance series,
The Immortals of New Orleans and Club Altura
. In addition to romance, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is a contributing essay author in
Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum
.

Kym lives with her family in Pennsylvania, and her hobbies include reading, tennis, zumba, and spending time with her husband and children. She loves traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow-covered mountains. New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her favorite places to visit.