Worlds of Obsession (Celtic Otherworlds) (20 page)

             
Oh yes, here she was in a seedy club in Scotland, trusting a
Vampire
to kiss her in order to make a Demon jealous.  Nothing this strange or exciting had ever happened to her before, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or scary, and the strange feelings of déjà vu she’d been having seemed to be getting more intense lately.  All of this craziness was starting to feel very
normal
.

             
Erath leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.  They were soft and warm and sexy, but they weren’t Bastien’s lips.  There was no spark, no sharp tingle that ran straight to her toes, and no butterflies filling her stomach so full that she felt like she could fly.  No, this was just a kiss.

“And here comes mayhem…” Erath said.

Chapter 21

              Hot, irrational rage held him motionless on the couch as the laptop fell from his stiff fingers and hit the floor. 
Fucking
kill him
.  Another male has what’s yours. 
I’ll fucking kill him!
  A red haze came over his vision as he flew to his feet and began to pace the floor with hard, fast steps.  It took him several minutes to calm down enough to think clearly again.  Well, as clearly as he could under the circumstances. 
No, not mine… better she is with a good, strong male like Erath than anyone else.  Erath is honorable.  Erath will keep her safe.
  Bastien told himself all of these things and more, but he still ended up following them to the club, even knowing it was probably a set up.  Yeah, he wasn’t dumb. 

Now h
e pressed himself against a wall and watched Liv dance with a natural grace and sensuality no human could ever hope to match.  There were lots of Sidhe creatures in
Dune
tonight, it was a favorite hang out here in the human realm, and as a result, humans flocked to it as well.  They were drawn like moths to the flame, because Sidhe creatures had a certain sexual energy and allure about them that no human could resist, even if they didn’t know
why
they couldn’t resist it
.  Even now, Bastien was aware of several human females watching him with interest.  He didn’t care.  He only had eyes for one female right now, and she was currently laughing and dancing with one of his best friends while he lurked in the shadows, unable to keep himself away, unable to just let her go.  Unable to claim her.

As he watched,
Erath put his arms around Liv’s delicate waist, and in turn she slid her hands up his chest, stopping with her palms flat against his pecs.  Bastien swore he could almost feel her touch on his own chest, and a shiver of pleasure ran through him at the thought.  His body craved her touch… what he wouldn’t give for her to touch him like that, he was starving for it.  He could practically
feel
it, her fingers on his bare skin, every nerve ending alive and humming with pleasure… but wait.  Erath was drawing her closer. 
He was fucking going to kiss her.
 

No
. 

Oh, no… that was
not
going to happen.  Bastien was already moving forward, elbowing his way through the crowd, as Liv lifted her face and Erath lowered his lips to hers.  Without even thinking, he grabbed Erath by the back of the shirt, pulling him away from Liv just before he slugged him, hard.  Erath grunted and doubled over, looking up with a crooked half-smile.  “Decide to join us?”  With lightning-fast reflexes, he caught the second fist that was aimed at his face.  “Take her”, he said to Bastien alone, in a language that was known only to the Sidhe.  “Take her now, or someone else will.  Decide.”

So he did. 
Fuck everything
.  Fuck right or wrong and
fuck
two hundred years of misery.  There were limits to everything in the universe, and he had just reached his.  He grabbed Liv’s wrist and pulled her through the rapidly parting crowd, straight to the car that was double-parked right out front.  He opened the passenger door and half-lifted, half-pushed her into the seat before going around to the driver’s side.  He started the engine before he turned to look at her with eyes darker than she’d ever seen them before, and his full lips pressed together in determination.  “Tonight, I’ve decided that you’re
mine
”, he growled, before putting the car in gear and speeding towards headquarters.

***

             
Liv stood just inside the room, watching as Bastien pushed away from the doorframe and moved towards her with singular purpose.  He stopped directly in front of her, and as her eyes took in the magnificent sight of his large, strong body, she saw that he was visibly shaking.  She could see his powerful muscles clench as if he was fighting for control of himself, and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to be for him everything he needed. 
Everything
he needed.  She belonged to him, however that had come to be, she couldn’t question it.  It was simply the truth.

Bastien watched Liv’s face, and saw nothing there that was going to stop him.  No fear, no regret, only desire, pure and simple and raw.  It was swimming in her eyes as she looked up at him in anticipation.  She was going to break him, he knew it, but he didn’t care anymore.

“Touch me”,
Bastien demanded in a harsh whisper.  “Touch me, damn it!” 
Fuck
, the need to have her hands on him was driving him mad.  He needed it like he needed his next breath.  Looking a little uncertain, she reached both hands towards him, flattening her palms against his stomach and slowly sweeping them up to his shoulders.  He hissed as she brushed past his nipples, an acute shock of pleasure traveling straight to his groin.  “No”, he said, shrugging off his leather jacket and ripping the tee-shirt over his head.  “Touch
me
.”

When her fingers met his bare skin, his head fell back, and he trembled
with both sheer bliss and terrible need.

“Yes… more…”  But more of her
enthralling touch would never be enough, and he knew it.  He was hard and aching, his body straining with a primal urge to sink his cock deep inside her body, no matter what it took to get himself there.  The lines of his civility was quickly fading away, but he could not stop himself, because all he could see when he closed his eyes was Liv in the arms of another male, and that image tore him up in a way that made him think he might do real damage if it ever happened again.  Fucking hell, he couldn’t stop himself, because he had given himself over to her, even if he was to be damned for it.  He had made his choice, and he wasn’t going back now.  He was pretty sure he couldn’t if he tried.

Bastien s
ank to his knees before her and his eyes swept over her body with what he knew was undisguised lust, making her heart begin to pound, louder than it already had been.  He could hear it matching the pounding of his own, beat for beat.  He put his hands on her thighs, watching as he slid them slowly up to her hips then higher, over her stomach and up to her breasts, pressing her back onto the bed as he did so, leaning his body in between her legs.  Closer…

             
He stared at his hands where they had come to rest near her collarbone, and watched as they trembled against her soft skin.  “For hundreds of years I have been all but dead inside.  Numb.  Lost.”  He leaned closer so that his warm breath was at her ear, sending shivers through her body and making his cock heat and throb with need.  “But now… now I burn with something I can’t even name.  I can’t understand it, as hard as I try.”  He ran his tongue lightly over the shell of her ear, then bit down on the lobe, making her shudder as her breath hitched.  “A pleasure beyond words… and I find I do not have the strength to fight it.  Even if it’s wrong, Liv, I just can’t fight it… I’m lost…”  His hands moved to cup her face, holding her captive as he watched his thumbs slide across her trembling lips.  She opened her mouth to capture one between her teeth, drawing the edges over his sensitive flesh.  Bastien’s lips parted on a gasp of pleasure, and he felt his whole body tense against hers. 

“
Bastien.  How could this be wrong?” she whispered.  “Can’t you feel it?”

With a low, raw, growl, he pulled his thumb away and collapsed against her, pressing her hard into the soft
bed as his mouth crashed into hers.  His kiss was feverish… desperately hungry.  “Even if it is… I don’t care anymore.  I
have
to have you… I have to take what I need.”  And that was the truth.  Bastien knew to the very marrow of his bones that there would be no stopping , no turning back from what was about to happen… he could only hope it didn’t end in disaster.  And if it turned out he couldn’t finish inside of her, he could at least ensure he brought her pleasure.  But truth be told, it was getting more and more difficult to think anything through when all of the blood in his body seemed to be rushing straight to his cock.  He groaned at the aching fullness of it, and hissed as he ground himself against her hips.  But no, this wasn’t good enough.  Naked… he had to have her naked.  Both of them naked… skin to skin with not a scrap of fabric between them. 

“I need this off…
” he reached for the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head in one swift movement.  Instead of bothering with the clasp of her bra, he reached around her back with both hands and tore it loose, while his lips moved frantically over hers.  Then his hands were at the button of her jeans, tearing at the fly before tugging her them off, along with her panties.  Her hands reached for his shirt, and he pulled it over his head, groaning when she leaned against him and their bare flesh touched for the first time.  “Touch me…” he said again, and when her hands slid over his chest until her thumbs were circling his nipples, his whole body jerked and his jaw clenched hard.  He scooped her up in his arms and moved her farther back on the bed, laying her out like some sort of pagan sacrifice, watching her as he unfastened his jeans and pushed them over his hips.  Her eyes immediately fell to his straining erection and widened in admiration, and his lips curled up in masculine satisfaction.  She truly wanted him.  He could see it in the way she moistened her lips and shifted her body restlessly against the bed.

He knelt above her, trembling with arousal and need.  “You are so very beautiful”, he told her
in a voice that was gravelly with desire.  And when her arms encircled his neck to pull him down for a kiss, he was lost.  He kissed her fiercely, one hand mercilessly kneading one breast, while the other slipped between her legs, fingers sliding against her opening until she moaned and spread her legs wider for him.  Already she was wet, and her hips bucked up against his as her hands moved to squeeze the taught, straining muscles of his ass.  Fuck, he needed to be inside her so badly he thought he might just die of it.  It was a ruthless physical need, growing more powerful by the second, and he could barely breathe under the sheer weight of it.  He knew need would win out, but he was also afraid… what if he really couldn’t do this?  The pain was going to be fucking unimaginable, that was what, but no matter what happened to him, he would see to it that she had pleasure.  Even if that was all he could ever manage, it would be better than never touching her like this at all.  The tip of his cock rubbed against her entrance, and for a moment he savored the exquisite torture of it… fuck, it had been
so long
since he’d been inside a woman… he could barely even remember what it felt like…

“Bastien…” 
Liv’s voice was pleading as she rocked her hips against him, and a sharp pang of pleasure raced through his groin as the tip of his cock slipped inside her.  That was all it took.  With a hoarse cry he thrust himself into her all the way to the hilt, throwing back his head and gasping at the indescribable feel of her warm, tight body all around him. 

But
there was something else in that moment, a connection that felt a hell of a lot more than just physical.  He looked down at Liv’s face, and found her looking up at him with the same sense of bewildered awe he felt.  Her lips were parted, and her breath was coming in little pants.  But his cock, having been denied for so long, wasn’t going to wait another second.  He pulled back and thrust against her with a groan, and then his body took over.  He couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to.  And he didn’t.  He thrust faster and harder, vaguely aware that Liv was thrusting back against him, and the nails of her left hand were scoring his back.  Her right hand was entwined with his left, and he squeezed it urgently as he pressed it into the mattress at her side.  With a growl, he pulled her tighter against him, the pain of her nails and her bite on his shoulder only adding to his building pleasure and urging him on. 

The pleasure
rose to impossible heights, tightening in his loins and at the base of his spine until he thought he couldn’t possibly bear any more.  Beneath him, Liv cried out, and he felt her tighten around him.  The feel of her body clenching around him was enough to drive him over the edge.  The pleasure peaked to a moment of pure bright white ecstasy, and then crashed down all around him as he came violently, pulsing hard within her, a raw groan escaping from his throat as his head fell back and he cried out helplessly.  Completely overcome.

  When it was over, he collapsed down onto the bed, rolling
carefully to the side and bringing a limp and sated Liv with him.  He buried his face in her hair and inhaled her scent, then rained kisses over her face before finally capturing her lips for a deep, lingering kiss.  It had happened.  And it had been devastatingly powerful, beautiful…
life-altering
.

She sighed and cuddled closer to him, her hands roaming lightly over his back.  Maybe it was only because he had been so long without having sex, but he didn’t think so.  If sex had ever been as soul-shattering as what he had just experienced, he would have remembered.  And he would certainly have missed it more than he had.  No, there was something different, something so much
more
about Liv, and he wanted to keep her with him.  Everything she was, all that she could give him, he wanted it all for himself, so badly that he could feel it pulsing just under his skin.  No other male would ever touch her again.  His body must have tensed as the fierce wave of possessiveness rolled through him, his emotions racing to extremes, because Liv turned her head to look up at him.