The Darkest Assassin (Lords of the Underworld 14.6)

He kissed and licked a fiery path to her breasts, nudged the lock of hair out of the way, and sucked that nipple hard. Her back bowed, a cry of bliss filling the air. He sucked harder. Only when she thrashed and mumbled incoherently did he switch to the other, sucking it just as hard.

Can’t think, can’t think. The bet had ceased to matter. Never had he wanted something as desperately as this.

With a flare and flap of his wings, he lifted Fox off the mattress. After flipping them both, he rested atop a mound of pillows while she rested atop him. Breasts bouncing, she straddled his hips and nestled her hot, drenched sex against his erection.

She stared down at him, her expression tender, indulgent, her excitement and anticipation palpable.

When she rolled her hips, grinding on him, pleasure and pain collided, whipping him into a frenzy. Waited so long for this—for her.

He hissed another breath and went still. He had waited for her. Deep down, he’d known—hoped—someone exceptional would come along, the bright future she offered eclipsing the past. On paper, Fox should not be that someone. As different as they were, they should drive each other nuts. Instead, she made him better, complementing every aspect of his life.

“Bjorn,” she said softly, only to go quiet. Whatever emotion she noted in his expression—burning lust? frenzied need?—intensified both the excitement and the anticipation.

“Yes, vixen. Yes.” He curled his wings around her, the ends caressing her back.

Shivering, moaning, she traced a fingertip around both of his nipples. “How badly does my baby crave a climax? Will you go off as soon as I slide down your length?”

Yes! No. Maybe? He would fight with every ounce of his might. “Let’s find out.” But first, he had to prepare her.

He urged her to her knees. The moment he spied a visible gap between their bodies, he reached down to plunge a finger deep into her core. With a ragged cry, she dropped her head back and bowed her spine. The ends of her hair tickled his thighs.

As he moved the digit in and out, in and out, her inner walls squeezed him. On the next inward plunge, he added a second. She gasped—a gasp that tapered into a moan. He scissored the two together, stretching her. In, out. In, out. Every time he withdrew them, she writhed, chasing them, eager for more.

When she began to pant his name again and again, he wedged in a third. She gasped with more force, her hips jerking. All he could do? Pray for strength. Too good. Too much. Not enough. In, out. White-hot. Wet. Soaking. In, out. Feminine honey drenched his hand.

The way his vixen responded to him…

Will never get enough.

She slapped one hand against his chest then the other. Then she raked her nails down his abdomen, leaving eight perfect trails he would admire for hours to come.

He hadn’t lied to Fox. He loved the sting. Loved knowing he’d pushed her past thought and reason, making her a slave to sensation. Loved knowing she’d left her marks on him. Her brand.

The woman held nothing back, and he realized this wicked, wild, uninhibited desire was everything his life had been missing. Everything he’d hoped to gain when he’d bedded those soft, gentle women he’d thought he preferred.

Trembling, panting faster, he lifted his head. Fox’s nipples were damp, red and puffy—ready. Her passion-flush had deepened, and her pupils were blown. All signs she’d reached the point of no return.

Need her. Now. “Ready for me, vixen?” Please, be ready for me.

Voice ragged, she said, “Please! I—I’ll be the first to come. I will. Just make me come!”

The provocation to sate her proved more overwhelming than the urge to tease her. Control in shambles, he shifted her to her knees a second time. Her pupils expanded, covering more of that glittering hazel as he positioned his shaft at her entrance, breaching the inner ring by an inch.

His eyes nearly rolled into his head. The pleasure! And he had only inserted the tip. What would happen when he thrust hilt-deep?

Not yet, not yet. As she watched, he licked her essence from his fingers. Again, his eyes nearly rolled into his head. So sweet!

She got wetter. Hotter. Because of his size, she did not slide down his length. He was too big, and she was too tight. Incredibly tight. He gritted his teeth, the urge to come all but strangling him.

He skimmed his fingers along her inner thighs, drawing goose bumps to the surface of her skin. “You ready for more?”

“Mmm.” Chewing on her bottom lip, she gave her hips an experimental roll. A gasp. A groan. “Yes, please. More! Now, now, now.”

Clasping her by the waist, Bjorn planted his feet on the mattress, bent his knees, and lifted his hips. Slowly, he forced his length deeper, impaling her. Deeper. Deeper still. Not slamming all the way to the hilt required more strength than he possessed, but somehow, he managed it.

Once she’d accepted every inch, he stilled, letting her get used to his invasion. Tension thrummed inside him. Sweat trickled down his temples and his back. He shook.

“Tell me when…you’re ready,” he gritted out.

Experimenting, she rose up slightly, then sank down gingerly. Again. Then again. It was pure, unequivocal torture for him, yet he loved every second of it. Finally, she rushed out, “I’m ready!”

Wait, wait, wait. This felt good. Too good. Better than ever before. Why?

Realization stabbed him, and he flinched. “Need to pull out. Not wearing a condom. Shouldn’t risk pregnancy.” Could he pull out? His every cell shouted a protest.

“No! Stay! Just got you here. Not ready for you to leave, even for a moment.” She locked her legs around him. Only took a heartbeat to realize what she’d done. She unlocked and whispered, “You can’t get me pregnant like this. Will explain later. Please, Bjorn.”

Hearing her plead for his possession…

With a grunt, Bjorn utterly unleashed. He thrust up, and she slammed herself down. For a moment, he saw stars, but he did not go still. No, he hammered inside her, the headboard slapping against the wall. In and out. Faster. Harder. In, out. In, out. Her inner walls clasped him tight, surrounding his shaft with heat and arousal. In-out, in-out. Faster still.

He’d been posed at the razor’s edge of desire for far too long. Now, passion ruled him. He reached between them to circle his thumb around her clitoris while working her little bud between two fingers.

Then. That moment. Fox threw back her head and screamed, her inner walls clenching around his length.

The next moment, Bjorn roared to the ceiling, pouring jet after white-hot jet of satisfaction into his woman.

Chapter Sixteen

Hours passed before Fox’s heart calmed and her breathing slowed. She’d never been a snuggler, but she spent every minute tucked against Bjorn’s side, her n

ails buried in his chest. Like a predator intent on keeping her prey. He combed his fingers through her hair. A suspended moment of communion and connection more satisfying than the sex. Well, just as satisfying.

Almost as satisfying.

A real close second.

As silence continued to reign, worry plagued Fox. Last time she and Bjorn had gotten busy, the Queen of Shadows sensed his arousal and came gunning for him. Would Alana sense his arousal today, too?

If the bitch returned, Fox could kill her without opening a portal. The perfect silver lining. Oh! Oh! Maybe Fox and Bjorn could work together to end Alana. After all, couples who slay together, stay together.

I want to stay with Bjorn.

What they’d just done…Earth-shattering, world-changing. The man had worshipped her body. Nothing had mattered but his next touch. Never had she felt closer to another living being. Now, she wasn’t sure she could live without the sensation.

Fool! I told you before, but I’ll tell you again, because your puny brain is not computing the truth. His leaders will never pardon a sinner like you. When the time comes, Bjorn will strike at you.

The demon whispered his poison, and her stomach filled with acid. Perhaps she should put a little distance between herself and Bjorn, just in case. “I guess we can’t declare a winner of the bet. We came in a photo finish.”

“I suppose we must have sex again to break the tie,” he teased.

Teasing. Now. Her heart squeezed.

He frowned and rubbed the center of his chest, as if his heart squeezed, as well. “I’m being summoned by Alana.”

All thoughts of maintaining distance vanished. Knew the bitch would try something like this. Stomach now roiling, stirring the acid as if it were a simmering stew, Fox said, “Give me her coordinates. We can kill her together. Today! Please, Bjorn.” She flattened her palms, one against the other, creating a steeple. “Please, please, please.”

He opened and closed his mouth once. Twice. Thrice. Finally, he settled on, “During one of our first conversations, Alana told me she used to live in Hell, as a concubine of Lucifer’s.”