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The taste of him was as intoxicating as it had been the first time their lips had touched. It went to her head faster than a dozen synthbrews, sending her thoughts spinning. Her instincts clamored the same message, the same mating urge. She ignored it, stuffed it into the deepest, darkest corner of her soul.
His hands slid down from her shoulders, one wrapping around her waist, the other wedging between them to cup her breast. Gooseflesh broke over her skin when his thumb stroked back and forth over her nipple, circling the beaded crest. She wanted his clever mouth on them, too. Just the thought made her thighs clench on the explosion of need. She tangled her tongue with his, unable to resist. When had she ever been able to with her mate—either of them? Her heart turned over in her chest, cinching tight, but there was no saving her now.
The slow movements of his lips were worshipful, savoring. She hated herself for loving it so much, but she knew her time with him, with Quill, could be measured in nanoseconds. The moment Kienan had shown up, a countdown had started, ticking away with the relentless precision of a chrono. Then it would blow up in her face like a cluster of biobombs. Quill was going to find out. And when he did, he would hate her because she'd lied, taken away his choices, denied him his vaunted control. And that, she knew he'd never tolerate. Not for a nanosecond. Not even from a mate. When he shoved her out of his life the way she'd always assumed, that was it. Over. Done.
Just the way it should be.
For now, for as long as this lasted, she'd let herself have it. If only because she knew, she
knew
it was going to end. Kienan wouldn't keep her secret for long, he'd been honest about that, and so her nightmare would explode in her face. And she would be alone. For the rest of her life. Even if she managed to take on sexual partners again, it would never be like this. They would never be her mates.
She could only hope she was stronger than her mother when it all ended. At least she hadn't claimed them. That might be the only thing that saved her sanity. She could only pray that was true.
Kienan nipped at her bottom lip, sending a jolt through her. Reaching up, she threaded her fingers through his soft hair. Her tongue dueled with his, and she arched her body into his hard planes. Deus, it felt good. Too good, but she pushed that notion away and focused on this, on him, and nothing more. She twined one leg around him, rubbing her sex against the hardness of his thigh through their clothing. He flexed the muscle, wedging his leg against her clit. Excitement fizzed through her, ratcheting up her heart rate and speeding her breath to ragged puffs of air. Grinding herself down on his leg, she rode him until her pussy began to clench with each movement. She was so hot for him, so wet and wanton. But she wanted more.
As if he'd sensed her thought, he eased away from her just enough to unseal her pants, slipping his fingers in to brush over the tight curls between her thighs. She shivered, her body tensing as she waited for his touch. A ragged cry broke from her throat when he dipped into her sex. He circled his fingertips over her clit and her hips heaved in response.
She gasped. “Deus.”
“Touch me.” His words were half-command and half-plea. So different from Quill, who would have simply demanded. He controlled their pleasure, while Kienan shared it. She couldn't decide which she liked better.
Tugging at the bottom of his shirt, she pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Then her palms were coasting across his broad chest, a pure tactile pleasure. He was all crisp hair and warm skin over hard musculature.
His fingers slipped from her sex, but before she could protest, he'd bent to work her pants down her legs. She stepped out of the garment and her boots, then stripped her top off while he straightened. Arching a brow, she trailed a nail across his pec to his nipple. It beaded for her. Nice.
“You're overdressed, Vaughn.”
She brushed her thumb over his flat, brown nipple, circled it, pinched it, and rolled it between her fingers. As she teased him, she watched his eyes burn to molten silver. His fangs slid down and she could see his body begin to shake with the struggle not to let his feral side take over. It was a heady rush of power for her, and she loved it.
“Take your clothes off, Kienan.”
“Yes.” He ripped open the seal to his pants, shoving them down and off along with his heavy boots. They thudded when they hit the floor. And then he was nude, his cock a hard arc against his belly, and she remembered the taste of him in her mouth. A throb went through her, her sex growing damper.
Snaking an arm around her waist, he hauled her flush against him, making them both moan. He dipped down to suck her nipple into his mouth, and a shock of heat went through her. The feel of his fangs scraping her sensitive flesh made her gasp, sent wildness careening through her. Talons slid from her fingertips, scoring his shoulders when he offered the same treatment to her other breast, flicking the tight crest with his tongue, suckling and biting. Her pussy flexed, her hips beginning to undulate without any direction from her mind.
His hands curved over her ass, and he lifted her to sit on the edge of her desk, pushing his way between her thighs. She arched herself for his penetration, wanting him inside her. Needing it. The fox in her craved the ecstasy of being with its mate, and she struggled to restrain the beast within. The head of Kienan's cock slid over her wet slit, seeking her opening. Sinking into her micrometer by micrometer, the thickness of his dick stretched her. Perfect. She squeezed her thighs around his hips, drawing him as close as possible. Deeper. She wanted him deeper.
“Deus, it's even better than I imagined.”
She struggled to draw enough breath to speak, barely managing to gather enough wits. “What is?”
“Being inside you.” His gaze was focused on her face, the intensity making her shiver. “Hot, wet, tight.”
Her pussy clenched in response to his words, fisting around his cock. They both groaned at the sensation. “I like you inside me, too.”
The rough sound he made was one of pure feral need. He shoved into her again, hard, and she cried out when he filled her. Deus, she'd forgotten how thick he was. The stretch was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one, just as everything with her mates was for her. She craved it so much, despite the pain she knew was inevitable.
If his thrusts were swift and deep, his kiss was a shocking, arousing contrast. He brushed his lips over hers, tender and sweet enough that tears stung her eyes. She blinked them back, refusing to give in. Sex was one thing, but she offered nothing more to either of her mates. She couldn't. Down that road lay madness and death, an end to everything that made her who and what she was.
Shoving her tongue into his mouth, she turned the kiss into something animalistic, purely carnal. They nipped at each other with their fangs, and she tasted blood. His or hers, she didn't know, but it made the wildness within her claw for freedom. Kienan plunged into her pussy, his hips picking up a faster pace that had her moaning with each powerful thrust. She squeezed the walls of her sex around his dick, and he choked on a groan, his fingers biting into her hips as they moved together in perfect sync, racing each other for orgasm.
She cinched her legs around his waist, holding him close and reveling in the feel of his big body sliding against hers. The light hair on his chest chafed nipples his mouth had already sensitized, and it was exquisite pleasured-pain. The discomfort only revved her up more. Climax beckoned, her muscles tightening with every movement they made.
His breath rushed against her cheek, his lungs bellowing. “You could have this forever, Gea, if you'd just let us in.”
No, she couldn't. Everything in her wanted it, but she
could not
do that. She shook her head, opened her mouth to deny him. But he plunged inside her, ground his pelvis against her clit, and orgasm hit her in a tsunami wave, dragged her under, and she had no choice but to
feel
everything. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking the length of him.
An animalistic scream wrenched up from within her, her body bowing as pleasure rocketed through her, frying her systems. He fucked her hard, pounding inside her, dragging out her climax until she couldn't stand it any longer. Aftershocks pulsed through her, and she dropped her forehead to his chest, gasping for breath, her heart galloping.
Reality returned by degrees, and she realized Kienan was still thick and hard inside of her. She blinked her eyes open, saw his features were taut with unspent lust, his claws digging into her hips.
“You didn't come?” It was a stupid question, but it was the best her scattered wits could come up with.
“Not yet. If this is all I get, I want to make it last as long as I can.” He nipped at the sensitive spot at the base of her throat, sending a shiver through her. “And I want to make you come again.”
5
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eus, she was beautiful.
Flushed with satisfaction, her lips swollen from his kisses, her sex hot and slick around his. Kienan held on to his control by the thinnest thread of mercurite.
Trailing kisses down her neck, he pressed her backward until she was spread out like a feast before him on her desk. He liked that thought and couldn't stop the wicked grin that formed on his lips. He leaned back a bit, wanting to see all of her, every naked centimeter. Yes, beautiful. Her pale hair fanned around her, a sharp contrast to the dark wood. He palmed the roundness of her hips, moved to her waist, slid his fingers up her soft, soft skin, and cupped her breasts in his hands.
She moaned, arched her torso, and forced his cock deeper inside of her. Lust pounded through him and he shuddered. It took every ounce of his restraint not to fuck her hard and fast until he came inside her. He wanted more from her, wanted to wring another orgasm or two out of her before he let her up. He squeezed her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. They tightened for him, stabbing into his hands. He pinched them, flicking his talons over the beaded crests, and he watched her lust reawaken. The scent of her desire filled his nostrils, made his dick throb.
She writhed against the desktop, her tight sheath slick around his cock. “Kienan.”
He shuddered. “I like it when you say my name.”
“Why's that?” A little grin curled her full lips, but her breath caught when he surged inside her. “Kienan.”
Deus, he loved the way she moaned his name. His hips rocked, and he reached between them to stroke a fingertip over her clit. “I haven't told anyone my real name in a long time. Only my bosses knew it. I never used it when I was working.”
Her brows drew together as she struggled to focus, and he liked that she had to struggle, that he could make a woman as focused as she was lose it. “Really?”
“Yes, I got tired of the lies.” He teased her wet flesh, the lips of her pussy, stretched around his cock. “Got tired of never knowing anyone or having them know me. I want to know you, Gea. You and Quill.”
The words spilled from his mouth, stupid, weak words that were like speaking a foreign language to him, but he didn't care. There was some part deep inside him that
hated
the thought of losing either of them now. He wanted this, wanted to see where it went with both his mates. Doubts shadowed her gaze, and she opened her mouth to speak, but he pinched her clit hard before she could protest. He rolled it under his thumb, flicking it with the tip of one talon. Hard.
Her back arched and she cried out. He felt the squeeze of her inner muscles around his cock as she came. And his control broke. He bracketed her hips in his hands and hammered inside of her sweet pussy. Grabbing for his arms, she held on for the ride, there with him the whole way. Her fangs bared and the feral display only made him drive his cock into her harder, forging their bodies together until he couldn't tell where he ended and she began.
Just the way he wanted it.
“Kienan, Kienan,
Kienan,
” she chanted, and he groaned, thrusting deeper into her pussy. She screamed his name, her sheath locking tight around his cock again as she came for him.
It was more than he could resist. He exploded inside of her, shuddering and groaning as he jetted come deep into her pussy. The feel of her fisting around him while he came made him choke and sink his softening dick into her, craving the connection that he knew would end the second she came down from the climactic high. Collapsing forward, he rested his head between the mounds of her breasts, her scent dragging into his lungs while he sucked in oxygen. His muscles shook and burned from the workout, but it felt damn good anyway. He had no regrets about hunting her down today.
She stirred beneath him and he reluctantly straightened. “You all right?”
A sigh slid out of her. “Yeah. You?”
“Me?” He lifted an eyebrow. “I'm prime right now, thanks to you.”
Chuckling, she pushed herself upright, winced a bit, and rubbed a hand over her back. She felt around the desk behind her and came up with her palmtop computer. “That explains the backache.”
“Sorry, I was more focused on you than what you were lying on.”
She set the palmtop aside and slipped off the desk to stand before him. “I'm really not trying to rush you out, but I got a message before you arrived and I have a contact to meet. It might be the break in the case I'm working on.”
“Looking for Felicia Tamryn. Quill mentioned it, in case I heard anything at Tail.” Surprise flickered across her expression, but he could see the barriers sliding back into place. He sighed but knew he couldn't let her walk away from him now. She was still flush with passion and wet with his seed. His cock jerked at the thought, and a shudder ran through him. “Let's shower before you go. We smell like sex.”
“Probably not the most professional perfume.” She flashed a smile and led the way through her main space to a wash closet with a small shower. “Unless you're a jade and it is your profession.”
They kept it quick, and he waited until they were back in her office and sorting their clothes out before he spoke again. He hoped this was a gamble that would pay off. “I understand the case is important to you and you have to go now, but I want to come with you to watch your back.”
“I'm working.” She stuffed herself into her pants and boots, sealing both. “That means I'm dealing with sensitive information for my client and going places you probably don't want to be.”
He snorted, pulling his shirt on. “I worked covert ops for a national intelligence agency. Do you think I can't keep a secret? Do you think I can't handle myself anytime, anywhere?”
Her jaw clenched. “That isn't the point.”
“I can follow you. Do you really want me tailing you while you try to do your work?” Everything in him said if he let her shut him out now, he might never get her to talk about why she had such a deep aversion to mating. He needed to press his advantage now. “Wouldn't it be easier to just let me come this one time?”
She growled, the fox in her ready to snap at him. “This one time, you swear it?”
“You trust me to keep my promise?”
“Yes,” she barked.
“You don't know me.” He bent down until they were eye to eye, until he was close enough to see the gold flecks in her irises. “Could it be that pesky mating instinct telling you that you can trust me?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Putting on his boots, he shot back at her. “Fucking you is so much better, but your suggestion is noted.”
She threw a few things into her ever-present bag, spun on a heel, and walked away. He sealed his pants and followed her out. The silence was chilly, and she refused to even glance at him as she jogged down the street to catch a public transport.
“Was it your parents who were mates?”
She stumbled, catching herself against the side of a building to keep from falling. She shrugged away from his touch when he tried to help her and pushed herself to a standing position. Not looking at him, she kept walking. “Leave it alone, Vaughn.”
“You know I can't do that. I'm your—”
“
Stop saying it.
Deus!” She hurried to clamor onto a transport headed toward the Vermilion. No one else was on board, but he sat close enough that their thighs brushed anyway.
“So it was your parents.” He drew in a breath, pushing her and hoping it didn't push her away. “Was it your mother who lied to your father or your father who lied to your mother?”
“My parents were never married.” She stared out the window at the passing scenery.
He narrowed his gaze, noting the way she held herself, the inflection of her tone. It didn't ring true. She was lying about something. “They weren't married. Were they mates?”
She sighed, closing her eyes briefly. “Yes.”
“And who was the liar?” He kept his voice low and undemanding, knowing he could only press her for information so much before it backfired on him.
“My father.”
He bumped her leg with his. “What did he lie about?”
“Everything. And nothing.” Her shoulder twitched in a shrug, and she eased away from him subtly. “It doesn't matter now. He's dead. They both are.”
“Why didn't they marry?” Some people didn't, but she'd been the one to point out a lack of matrimony, and he suspected it meant something deeper.
Her mouth worked for a moment before she spoke. “Because he was already married when he met my mother.”
That
surprised him. “He didn't divorce to be with his mate?”
“No, his wife was a wealthy, influential woman. If he'd left her, she would have ruined him.” There was an inflection to her words, as if reciting something she'd been told by someone else. Often.
“So, you were the result of an affair between them?”
She snorted but still didn't meet his gaze. “Something like that.”
“Tell me. Please. Give me this, if nothing else.” He covered her hand with his, and she balled her fingers under his touch. He brought her fist to his lips and kissed it. “Let me understand why you don't want us to be together.”
Her defiance crumpled, her head bowing. She tugged her hand away from him. “He kept her as his mistress until he died.”
Deus, the man had turned his
mate
into a whore. The very idea was outlandish to Kienan. “How did she deal with that?”
“She didn't.” She folded her arms over her chest and hunched her shoulders. “She spent her life waiting for him. We both did. Everything revolved around him and whether or not he was coming to visit. She was the happiest person alive, joyful when he was around. But then he left again. He always left. There was always something more important than his family. Like his wife, his business associates. We were always last place. That's what mating means to me.”
Mated to one woman, married to another for power and prestige. What a fucking prick. He wanted to go back and punch the bastard in the face, if for no other reason than the man had hurt Gea. Protectiveness bristled through Kienan. “That's not mating, that was just him. He sounds like a selfish person. I'm not.”
“Maybe, but what if I come to depend on you like she did on him?” She turned to look at him squarely, her gaze troubled. “What if I buy into this whole whacked-out mating thing and invest myself in it heart and soul?”
Deus, he wanted that. He wanted this woman's heart and soul. He wanted everything she had to offer and more.
She shook her head, pressing shaking lips together. “And then what happens when you die and I'm alone again? Only I don't have a life without you. I'm just a weak shadow of a person, and I'll wither up without you.”
That didn't sound like her at all, this fearsome female. What he knew of her so far was that she was tough and redefined obstinate. Talking to Quill this past week had only confirmed his suspicions about her. “Is that what your mother did?”
“Yes.” She dashed away a tear as if it shamed her to have shed it. “I decided as a kid that that would
never
be me. I would never be in so deep with someone that there was no me without him. That's what mating is, that's what it means, and I am
not
going there. Not for you or Quill or anyone else. I can't, Kienan. I just can't. I hope the two of you are happy together, I really do, but I can't be part of it.”
“You already are.” His gut clenched at the sight of her tears, and he reached over to squeeze her leg.
“No.” Her gaze was stormy, her face paling. “I may not have any say in whether or not a mate or two exists out there in the world for me, but I
can
decide whether or not to do anything about it. I've made my choice.”
“You can't blame me for wanting to change your mind. I'm nothing like your father, Gea. Neither is Quill. We both protect what's ours; we value what we have.” He pitched his voice low as a ragged-looking woman boarded the transport and shuffled to the opposite end. As far away as possible, but still within earshot. However, the noise of the moving transport should cover his quiet words. “If we had you as a mate, openly and honestly, then that would apply to you, too. Neither of us is like your father.”
She sniffed, ignoring the personal comments to focus on her parent. Her stubbornness was intact. “He valued his wealth and comfort more than he valued his mate.”
“Or his daughter.” And she valued her independence more than her mates. He didn't say it aloud. He doubted it would win him any favors from her to compare her with her father. Even less if he said anything about her mother. What kind of woman stood by and allowed her mate to treat her that way? Why hadn't she come out fighting, claws bared, at the mere mention that he'd remain with his wife and treat her like a cheap jade he'd picked up on a street corner? Hell, why hadn't she walked away rather than take that shit from anyone? It showed a lack of respect. She hadn't had any kind of self-respect, and her mate hadn't respected her as a person or a mate. Neither of them had respected what a mate was. Kienan shook his head.
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