The Unveiling (D'Shar Men 2)

"Umm—we don't have to rush thing—"

"I didn't think you'd be the kind of man to beat around the bush," she said. A smirk curved her delectable lips upward. His jeans and his throat grew a little tighter.

"I'm not. I'm trying to show you respect. Isn't that what women want?"

"What I want is you to fuck away the all-consuming ache that's settled into my pussy.”

Her wicked words made his jaw drop. What was a Star Maiden doing with such a dirty mouth?

"Did I shock you?"

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Good. You should keep in mind you know nothing about me. I wasn't a saint while you were off fighting battles. I enjoy receiving pleasure as well as giving it, and I have no qualms about speaking my mind and making sure I get what I need."

"And I get no say in this?"

She leaned in across the table. Her sweater slid farther down her left arm, and his gaze ate up the expanse of fresh skin exposed.

"Are you telling me you don't want to fuck me, Bastien?"

His cock twitched, and he shook his head to pull away from the spell she'd cast. "No."

"Then I don't see the problem."

"I want more than that, Rivka."

"Funny, your actions say differently." Her words were like a slap to his face as The Purge reared its head once more.

Bastien reached across the table to cup her right hand in his. "I'm sorry, Rivka. I never thought about my mate when I did that. I made the decision when I was seventeen, young, ignorant, and trying to live up to large expectations." She opened her mouth to protest, and he shook his head. "I'm not saying that excuses anything. I'm just telling my side of the s

tory. I'm not a malicious person, and none of this was intentional."

"No, but it doesn’t change the end result, does it?"

"No."

"Enough of the maudlin, I've got an itch to scratch and you're just the Shar to do it. I wonder if you can take orders as well as you give them. I know you want to make amends and go on to live happily ever after, but right now I don't have the answer to the questions I see burning in those brown eyes of yours. So let's stick to the short term. If you want to make me happy now you'll indulge me and take away this pain threatening to claw me from the inside out."

Her lips formed into a line, and he saw the strain behind the bravado. Bastien gave a nod. He'd do things her way—for now. It was fun sitting back and allowing her to drive, gave him a chance to figure out who she was.

"Give me five minutes and then follow." He waited until the clock ticked down to the exact second, stood from the table and made his way to the back of the dimly lit hallway. Rivka's fragrant scent was like a homing beacon, becoming stronger the closer he got. His cock was painfully swollen, and his emotions were balanced on a razor's edge. Was this some ploy to play with his emotions? A way to get a little payback in on the man who'd wrought so much pain without a second thought? What would she do when he got there? The not knowing was an unexpected instrument of seduction. By the time he reached the bathroom door he'd placed all the cameras in the hall on loop with his powers and scanned the area for signs of other people. The coast was clear.

Bastien opened the door and a ball of warm, wanton woman pressed against him. He hit the door with a thud. Rivka clutched his collar and pulled his head down.

"This first time I want it rough." Her lips were fire. He moaned as she plundered his mouth with her tongue like a pirate ransacking a ship. Instinct kicked in. Bastien slid his hands under her skirt, cupping her high, firm ass. No panties, fuck. Is she trying to kill me? He lifted her up, and she wrapped her boot-clad legs around him. The pert nipples straining against her shirt teased him. A growl rumbled in his chest. Her skin was silky smooth, and the juices flowing from her pussy soaked the crotch of his pants.

"You're exquisite—and so wet and hot."

"Come inside me and see how much better it can feel." The husky purr of her voice was the only goading he needed.

"Whatever Rivka wants—"

She patted him on his cheek. "Smart man, we might just get through this yet." A ghost of a smile flitted across her lips, and for a moment he forgot to breathe. How had he been linked to this beautiful creature? Even wrapped around him and using language that would make a lesser man blush she was regal. Rivka reached down to grasp the swell of his jeans.

"I think someone wants to say hello."

He lifted her higher and fumbled with the zipper, and together they shoved his pants down enough to let his shaft spring free. He rubbed along the path of her moist lips, and they both shook.