The Twisted Kiss: Doomsyear, Book 1 (4 page)

He pulled into the driveway of his small, neat white house at the edge of town and practically broke the sound barrier getting around to her side of the vehicle to open her door. He lifted her straight into his arms with a strength that gave her pause and carried her up the steps and into the house, slamming the door behind them with his booted foot.

He set her down in the entryway and immediately began to kiss her. These weren’t just any kisses—they were kisses that stole her breath and made her knees weak. He slid his arm around her and bent her toward his body, his mouth slanting hungrily over hers and his tongue sliding into her mouth to ease up against her own.

Inch by inch, he moved her backward toward a doorway she could only get a glimpse of. The dark house closed them in lovely, velvet seclusion. Traveling through shadows and discarding clothing as they went, Christian nudged her into his room and up against the side of his bed.

His hands found the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, throwing it to the side. Her breasts, still cupped in her bra, brushed his chest as she did the same, exposing his powerful upper body to the exploration of her hands and lips.

He undid the button and zipper of her pants, slid them down her legs and pushed her back onto the bed gently to pull them completely off, along with her shoes. She reclined on the soft mattress wearing nothing but her bra and underwear and stared up at Christian in the shadowed light. He stood wearing only his jeans, his chest bare and beautiful in the shadowed light. Her fingers itched to touch him and her tongue thirsted to taste him.

“Come here,” she whispered.

He crawled onto the bed over her, his mouth coming down on hers as she worked the button and zipper of his jeans and pushed them past his hips, his hard, long cock springing free. He shed his jeans and tangled his fingers in her underwear, yanking them impatiently down and off.

Planing the inside of her leg with his hand, he parted her thighs and made a hungry noise in the back of his throat as he stared down at her bare cunt. She shifted on the bed, aroused to the point of begging, and thrust her hips up at him just a little in invitation.

He bent his dusky blond head and kissed along her upper thigh, making her bow her spine and moan his name as he worked his way up. His mouth closed over her sex and she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. The sight of his head between her legs as he sucked her swollen, aching clit almost undid her.

“God, you taste good,” he whispered, his breath warm on her sensitive, aroused flesh. “I want to make you come this way.”

Her fingers gripped the blankets on either side of her as his finger found her entrance and pushed inside. She gasped as her body adjusted to the width and length of his digit. It had been a long time since anything had penetrated her and her muscles clamped down around his thrusting finger. He added a second, stretching her even farther, then lowered his mouth back to her clit and nibbled and sucked it until she was near-incoherent with lust.

She closed her eyes and tossed her head, her toes curling as the first hint of impending orgasm teased her body. His fingers thrust in and out of her faster and harder, making pleasure ripple through her while he made low sounds in his throat as though she was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

The first climax she’d had in years burst over her body like a bomb exploding. Her back arched and she cried out, clawing the blankets on either side of her as the sensation gripped her hard. All she could do was hold on and go for the ride.

When the waves of pleasure finally passed, she lay panting and sated on the mattress for a moment. Then she pushed up and sealed her mouth to his as though not kissing him would kill her. He used the press of his lips to push her back down onto the mattress, one hand slipping behind her back to undo her bra strap.

Her fingers found and curled around his cock, stroking him from root to luscious, smooth tip until he groaned into her mouth, making the hair on her nape rise and her body quicken for him. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her…

“Oh,” she whispered. “Birth control.”

He jerked a little, as though the words came as a surprise to him. “Birth control,” he agreed and reached over, fumbling in a drawer by the side of his bed for a condom. He went to tear open the package with his teeth, but she plucked it from him before he could.

Scooting away from him a little, she let her bra fall off and stifled a smile at the way he studied her bare breasts so intently. Her breasts were one of her best physical features, full and nicely shaped. Right now, her pink nipples stood at hard attention, letting Christian know just how excited she was.

Parting her legs so he could glimpse her aroused sex as she worked—just to tease him a little—she ripped open the package and crooked a finger.

He came toward her on his knees and she bent her head to his erect cock, sliding her lips over the smooth crown. He jerked and groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. She gave him a few long strokes, then teased the underside of the crown with the tip of her tongue. Then she slid the condom over his length slowly, her gaze caught intently with his.

“On your hands and knees.” His voice came out rough and needful. It sent shivers through her body.

She did as he requested, tilting her pelvis up and showing him her damp, excited sex. He studied her for a long moment, then ran his hand over her aching sex, spearing two fingers in her from behind and thrusting in and out until she was a panting mess, nearly coming again.

He took her roughly by her waist and pulled her flush up against his pelvis. The jut of his cock pushed like an iron rod against her delicate flesh. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to get you into my bed?”

She rubbed along his cock, making him moan. “I’m happy you finally got me here.” She was happy now, but she’d probably be regretting this in the morning.

His hands found her breasts and caressed them, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefingers until her body jerked in a sudden flush of pleasure. “You are so fucking beautiful and I can’t wait to hear you come again.”

She shifted her hips. “Then what are you waiting for?” Her voice came out breathless.

He guided his cock to the entrance of her sex and pushed slowly between her lips. She moaned, hitting the mattress with her closed fist as her muscles stretched deliciously to accommodate him. Pleasure skittered through her body, stealing her thoughts and sometimes even her breath.

Little by little, he pushed deep inside her until he was seated to the root and Kylie was filled up more than she thought she ever had been. Then he began to thrust.

She saw stars. Moaning, she gripped the blankets as he stroked inside her faster and harder. His hand slipped down to flatten against her abdomen, then eased between her thighs to find her aroused clit. He teased the swollen bit of flesh with the pad of his finger as he fucked her, keeping time with his thrusts.

Her second orgasm hit her like a freight train, pleasure pouring through her and nearly making her lose the ability to remain on her hands and knees. She cried out, her muscles spasming around his thrusting length.

He groaned her name, then bellowed in agonized pleasure, his cock jumping inside her.

When it was over, he lowered her to the bed, took care of the condom and then returned, tucking her against the curve of his body. She snuggled against him with a smile, inhaling the scent of his skin and enjoying the sweet aftermath of really good sex.

His hand roamed her body as though he just couldn’t make himself stop touching her. “Kylie, I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve wanted you for a long time. I mean, since school. You always seemed so unapproachable, I guess because you’re human. Aside from being gorgeous—” he stroked his warm palm over one breast and her nipple tightened “—I always admired your strength, coupled with that hint of vulnerability you have. You always seemed a little sad and I had the urge to make that sadness go away. I’d always hoped the council would match us.”

She sighed and closed her eyes, her body still tingling from the way he touched her. She knew the sadness he was talking about. “Carolyn told me you’ve been crushing for a while. I had no idea.” It was pretty flattering, in fact. She smiled.

“Right, I forgot she’s your friend.”

“My best friend.”

“She’s a valued member of our pack. I wouldn’t be surprised if the alpha took her one day.”

“Really?” She turned to look up at him. “I don’t think Carolyn has any clue that’s a possibility.”

He shrugged. “I can see it happening. She’s the strongest female in the pack, probably the best option Brady has for a mate. I think he’s just waiting to see what the council says.”

Kylie snuggled back into his arms. Brady Callahan, leader of the Sweet Rock pack, was alpha in every way. She had the impression that Carolyn was both awed and frightened by him—Kylie wondered how she’d take this bit of news.

“What do you know about Michael?” she asked softly.

His hand stroking her outer thigh faltered for a moment, then resumed. “I know him about as well as any werewolf knows a vamp in Sweet Rock. I grew up around him, same as you, but wolves and vamps don’t occupy much the same space.”

Michael and Christian were around the same age, but supe kids of different natures didn’t tend to hang around together. The school in Sweet Rock was integrated, since it was such a small town and there were so few kids, but Michael had been educated mostly away from the school, at home.

“It’s so stupid. I almost feel like I cheated on him. Dumb. I don’t owe him anything.”

“It’s the bond you share with both of us, Kylie. Doesn’t matter what the council said about the three of us, or what anyone else might think—now that your chemistry with me and Michael has been pointed out to you, you feel it. That’s why it feels like you betrayed him by sleeping with me.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, wanting the truth of that statement to go away. Yet, she’d always been attracted to these two particular men. Even when she’d been with Louis, the man she’d thought was the love of her life.

The thought of Louis made her blood go cold. She couldn’t think about him right now, not while she was in Christian’s arms.

“This is all too weird for me.” Her voice came out trembling.

“It’s not my ideal situation, either. My ideal situation would be to have you all to myself.”

“I guess the fact that Michael is a vamp makes it worse.”

“Nah. That doesn’t bother me. Honestly, maybe it’s better this way. At least he’ll keep different hours than I will.”

She laughed. “Yeah, right, and if I accept you both, I’ll never get any sleep.”

He flipped her to her back and slid between her thighs. His mouth came down close to hers. “Baby, tell me you’re not at least a little fascinated by the idea of having two men at once.” He nipped her lower lip and her body tightened in desire.

“Two men…I haven’t really thought that far ahead.”

He slipped on another condom, then nipped her lower lip again, this time a little harder, then licked the tiny hurt. “Four hands on your luscious body, two mouths, two tongues, two cocks…” He moved the head of his cock to her entrance and found her wet and willing. One little thrust and he was inside her again, making her gasp against his lips. He slid a hand beneath her and touched her rear entrance. “You know that if we take you together, one of us will need to go here.”

She jerked as he pushed the tip of his finger inside and then moaned as delicious, curious and unexpected sensations rolled over her at the contact.

“Ah, yes, it’s good, isn’t it?”

“Strange.”

“Just relax and I can show you how good it can be.” He pushed in a little farther and gently thrust into her cunt at the same time.

Her body went rigid as ecstasy slammed through her. She gripped his shoulders and held on as he very gently pushed deeper inside her rear, continuing to drive in and out of her sex at the same time. The sensation of having both her orifices penetrated blew her mind. It produced a blossom of pleasure she’d never known before.

“Christian,” she gasped. “It’s good.” Her words were slurred.

“Oh, baby, you’re killing me.” His voice was rough, uncontrolled. “You don’t know how bad I want to flip you over and take you in your sweet little ass right now.”

“Just don’t stop what you’re doing,” she panted. “I’m going to come.”

He gave a few hard pumps, his pelvic bone rubbing her clit, and she exploded. He rode her through her orgasm, bracing both hands alongside her on the mattress and taking her hard and fast until he burst inside her with a groan.

He collapsed alongside her. “Kylie, I want you in every way I can get you. Now that I’ve had you, I only want more.” He dragged her up against his chest, a finger skating over her aroused sex. “I want to put a toy deep inside you, then take you in the rear so you can see what it would be like to have two men at the same time. I want to hear you scream when you come that way.”

She shuddered at the thought. She hadn’t been a virgin before she’d come here tonight, but she wasn’t all that experienced either. Until now, she’d never had a man touch her where Christian had just touched her, and she’d never had a man tell her he wanted to do such exciting—dirty—things to her.

She loved it.

She smiled wickedly. “The night’s still young.”

He growled and rolled her under his body.

Chapter Five

Michael stood outside Christian’s house, under the shadow of a tree, his hands fisted at his sides. He knew where Kylie was right now, knew she’d be there until morning. Jealousy rose hot and hard within him.

So, Christian had gotten a taste of her skin first.

He gazed up at the moon. By tomorrow night, it would be full. Christian was a strong wolf, so the full moon wouldn’t put him out of commission for long. It was likely that today, the day before the full moon, he was losing some of his impulse control—probably how he managed to lure Kylie to bed with him. Tomorrow night he’d be a wolf and running the woods, leaving Michael alone with her.