I leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips and swerved at the last moment to land it on his cheek. “Brave hero.”
I turned to walk to Dorian, and he held his hand out. “I don’t need a kiss.”
But something flashed in his eyes as he folded his arms. A touch of jealousy? A hint of anger? There was no mistaking the gold of the flash.
“Are you all right?” Elex asked again.
“I am. I am just a little sore and shocked. I think I need to learn more about my own magic and more about physical self-defense.” My eyes landed on Dorian. “A lot is going on here you haven’t shared yet, isn’t there?”
He unfolded his arms. “You were the one who wanted to rush blindly into the Breaking Time. I tried to stop you. You’ll pay the price now.”
“You had best not threaten me, Dorian. You already have the other masters angry with you, and threatening me will cause a schism.”
“You are a child, Lady Raven.” Scorn and derision dripped from his words. “You have no idea what the masters are like, not from your few weeks of interaction with us. Thousands of years separate us from the infant you are in our eyes. You pushed the Breaking Times. You are not ready for any of this.”
His eyes flashed gold again, and his anger landed on Elex. “You’d best bond her soon if you plan on it. She’ll need what protection she can get from another infant such as you.”
He spun on his heel and marched away from us, back toward his horse.
I couldn’t stop the question. “Why is he such an asshole?”
“Probably needs to get laid.”
I punched Elex. “That’s inappropriate.”
He looked at me, and I saw his eyes light gold—there was no mistaking the lust that sat within them.
“I’m still on an adrenaline rush. You want me to show you what’s inappropriate?”
He moved just a step closer, and his finger traced the collar of my dress. My blood heated at the suggestions of that simple touch.
“Show me behind closed doors, and you can get my dress on the floor.”
Just a split second passed, and I found myself being dragged away by him.
Once again, I was laughing.
Elex’s apartment was small and clean, but I didn’t have a moment to look at it before he pulled me bodily into the bedroom.
“Elex—”
His fingers pressed against my lips.
“No. No talking, my sweet. I only want to hear your pleasure.”
What was this?
As he walked around me, he trailed his finger over my dress and my skin. My blood heated again, almost instantly.
“I was terrified when I saw you being shoved out of the room, Kimber. I regretted every instant I hadn’t shown you what you mean to me. Tonight, I plan to worship every inch of what I’ve denied myself. And what I’ve denied you.”
Those same wandering fingers found the fasteners on the back of the dress, and slowly, torturously drew them open. Hot hands slipped under the shoulders, pushed the top open, and slid it forward. The sleeves were traitors, really, as they didn’t do much other than look pretty.
And slid right off my arms.
“You’re very serious about getting my dress on your floor.”
Elex’s arms slid around me from behind. “I am. And I’m also serious about making you scream your pleasure.” His arms wrapped around my waist, below the lacy bra I had picked out for him.
With other men, I’d been shy about sex. Another time, I would be holding the dress in front of me.
But with Elex… it felt natural. As though I belonged there.
I certainly wanted to be there.
His hand snaked its way up to my throat and splayed across the delicate expanse. “Kimber. I am not a tender lover. I am rough. I am raw. I am dominant. I will command you, and I will make you perform. And I will reward you. But if you expect sweet and careful, I suggest you leave right now.”
The timber of his voice sent chills through me, my nipples beading against the fabric of the bra—sending a touch of pain through my breast.
I liked it.
“I am here because I want you, Elex. I’ve had tender. I’ve had careful. I’ve had those who worship me. I am done with that.”
I tipped my head back to rest in the crook of his neck. “Show me your beast.”
His mouth descended on mine, plundering his prize. I opened for him, welcoming him, as I tasted him. Male, so very male, a touch of dessert, and the strong flavor of a rich, golden scotch invaded my senses.
Magnificent.
Those roaming hands slipped up my sides, and right under my bra, lifting it up and over my breasts. He didn’t take a moment to find my nipples and roll them, teasing them harder, and coaxing the first of a thousand moans from me.
Elex moved one of his hands away from my breast and slipped the fasteners open all the way down. That same hand found my hip inside the dress, and pushed it off, sending it cascading to the floor.
He was right, it did look better there.
Curling that hand around my hip, a smooth motion spun me into him, and he took over again with a kiss. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation. “I need you.”
“What do you need?”
“You.”
“Say the words, Kimber. Tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Good.”
Unprovoked, I dropped to my knees. I needed to taste him. I needed his cock in my mouth. I grabbed his pants and unfastened them, shoving them down and out of my way as his impressive member sprang free.
“Oh, really?” His voice was a hiss. “You want to suck me.”
“Yes.” Again, no hesitation from me. “You have one of the most magnificent cocks I have ever seen.”
Glistening with pre-cum, I ran the tip of my tongue over him, tasting him. My little tease earned a grunt from him, and he threaded his hands through my hair, gripping tightly. Pulling against his tight fist, I slipped my lips over the crown of his dick and drew him deep into my mouth.
He tasted excellent, but I knew my jaw would hurt quickly with the size of him.
I went on. I drew him out slowly and then pulled him back in. I tightened my lips around him and took control of his dick, tasting and sucking and licking and enjoying him.
The huge erection did exhaust me. When it was clear to him that I was willing but tired, he took control of me and fucked my mouth, driving himself in and out of my lips. I licked and prodded, tightened and loosened my lips, even scraped my teeth over him.
There was something delightfully primal about him just using my mouth for his own benefit. I had never let a male do this to me, but him just using me, driving his erection as deep as he could force it, was the perfect act from him, from this beast he was.
How different he was here in his bedroom.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow it. Every last drop.”
Yes. I was going to. I knew I was, and I wanted to. I wanted to taste him.