Viper Game (GhostWalkers 11)

Her laughter curled inside of him, around his heart and lungs. He pushed two fingers deep inside her slick, hot channel, and found her sensitive button. She gasped, and he took her mouth ruthlessly, hot blood surging through his veins.

She damn well had to stop questioning their relationship. He wasn't going to allow her to walk out on him before they even got started. Aggression mixed with lust was tempered and colored by the curious melting around his heart. He kissed her over and over, making certain she knew exactly who was kissing her. It's my fingers inside you, Pepper. And it's my cock you're goin' to be ridin'. Don' think about leavin' me again. We have a problem, you talk to me about it. You don' just decide we're over. You're scared about somethin', you come to me to fix it. Do you understand?

He knew he sounded harsh and dominant, but he didn't give a damn anymore. She had to know they were supposed to be together. Hell or heaven, it didn't matter. They had to be together.

He stroked and tugged on her clit, brushing his thumb over the bundle of nerves again and again as he pushed his fingers deep into her. Her breathing came in ragged little pants and gasps, music countering the roaring thunder in his ears. Finally, finally, he heard the shoes drop to the floor.

Instantly Wyatt swept her up to his waist, drawing her leg around his back. "Like that, sugar. That's good."

She got the idea, wrapping her legs around him, her hands at his neck.

"The bra, hon, that's got to go." He lowered her just enough to lodge the throbbing, burning head of his cock in her scorching entrance. His voice had gone low, growly, almost hoarse.

"Put your hands under your breasts and bring them up to my mouth," he instructed.

He watched her eyes darken. Fill with lust. The starburst through the midnight purple. So sexy. She licked her lips, her sweet mouth he went to bed with and woke up with wrapped around his cock. He felt the electric current racing through his body straight to his groin at the sight of her tongue on the curve of her lower lip.

She moved then, a slow undulation, her channel grasping him with greedy fingers, closing around him tightly in pure silken heat. Even as she moved, her eyes still on his, she brought her palms under her firm, high breasts and offered them to him. Already her nipples were peaked. He could see the marks of his possession from the night before on the round, soft globes. He liked seeing her skin branded with him.

He dipped his head and sucked her left breast into his mouth. Simultaneously he lowered her hard as he surged upward with his hips. She threw her head back, colliding with the wall, her mouth open in a silent scream.

He loved how much she enjoyed sex with him. She never tried to hide what she was feeling. He gave her pleasure and she returned it tenfold. It was never enough for either of them.

She picked up the rhythm he wanted immediately, taking her guidance from his hands. That left him free to feast on her breasts and nip and bite and kiss all along her throat and neck and chin.

It didn't last as long as he would have liked because he was burning from the inside out. The slow, easy ride went hard and fast and then harder still. There was no way to prolong the pleasure, not when her muscles were milking him insistently and she was so close.

"Don'," he commanded. "You wait for me. Hold on."

"I can't."

"You can. You will." He poured command into his voice. He was so close, but he needed this, hammering in and out of her, her tight, hot, wet, silken fist wrapped around him, driving him out of his mind.

She leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder. The sharp sting only added to the pleasure building and coiling inside of him.

"Please, Wyatt, I can't hold back."

He knew she could and would. She always did when he told her to. For him. She did it for him. He liked knowing she would. Just like he always anticipated what came after. Just the thought drove him over the edge.

"Now, babe. For me. Give me yourself."

Her body clamped down on his, a strangling vise that felt like heaven and burned like hell. Her muscles tightened impossibly, rippling with life, a tidal wave overtaking her, overtaking him. It started somewhere in his toes, boiled in his balls and rocketed free, jetting into her, filling her with his essence. He loved that. Loved that he was deep inside her. He didn't want to leak out of her. He wanted to stay there, his scent all over her.

He held her while her legs slowly dropped to the floor, leaning into her, the wall holding them both upright. Her arms circled his neck, her fingers in his hair. He found her mouth and kissed her over and over. Gently. Rough. Mixing in tenderness because he always felt tender toward her at this moment.

When he finally slipped out of her, he turned them so his back was to the wall and he could rest there, catching his breath. He was still in his shoes, his jeans around his ankles while she was wholly naked. He waited, his eyes on her, a silent command, and she smiled her sweet, loving smile she didn't even know she had.

His. She was his. She knew it. Her body and heart knew it. Her brain hadn't quite come to the same conclusion, but she was working it out. Pepper caught up his shirt while he stood there, draped against the wall. He loved watching her every move. He could watch her forever and never get enough.

Silently she handed him the shirt. He just held it in his hand. Waiting. Anticipating. Loving her. Damn it all. Loving her. He could admit he was long gone now. He didn't want to be, but she'd managed to find her way in. That part scared him. He hadn't expected it to happen.

Pepper leaned forward and kissed his throat. Her mouth ran down his chest to his belly, her hands gliding over him like silken gloves. He felt the spicy biochemical doing its job, sliding into his pores with her addicting flavor. He accepted that whenever she touched him she would still have traces of the biochemical on her hands and he would crave her touch just like this.

But it was her mouth he'd come to need. The way she knelt down, lovingly took his sac in her talented hands, the biochemical giving him a rush through his balls and groin when she held him. The first swipe of her tongue always sent his head spinning. She lapped at him gently, every inch of him, curling her tongue around him, sucking gently and then...

He closed his eyes and let himself savor the rush when her mouth settled around him and drew him deep. His body was the magnet for the biochemical and it rushed to invade, to pour into him through his skin. He hadn't realized at first that that was what helped to leech it from her system, that his own body somehow worked in conjunction with hers to pull the biochemical from her into him.

He loved her mouth on him. She had done this to him their first night together and since, it had become a ritual. Once he realized what happened, that his body drew the biochemical from her system, he initiated it a second time. He'd come to love this ritual. To even need it. But she needed it more than he did. To him, it felt as if his woman worshipped him, cared for him. Her mouth was always gentle. Loving even. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

His hands smoothed her soft hair. "God, babe, that feels so fuckin' good I don' even have words to tell you."

Sometimes, he found, with her mouth working him, he got hard again and she took care of that as well. Other times, like now, it felt so loving and tender he actually felt a lump in his throat and a burn behind his eyes.

She sat back on her heels and inspected him carefully, making certain he was totally clean before she leaned forward again and brushed a kiss across the head of his cock. "I'm glad."

"You make me feel like you enjoy takin' care of me," he said.

"I do or I wouldn't do it." She sent him a small smile and then rose gracefully to make her way to the connecting bathroom.

He heard the water running. She didn't know. She didn't yet understand that his body could remove the biochemical for a time, giving her a respite. She thought it was the sex. He didn't want her thinking that. He wasn't taking chances she might turn to someone else.

He walked to the doorway and leaned his hip against the wood. "Babe." He waited until her eyes met his. She had a warm washcloth in her hand and was slowly washing his seed from her thighs and between her legs. She didn't have a stitch on and her small waist emphasized her full breasts. As she bent to use the washcloth, her breasts moved invitingly. Everything she did was invitation.

"Somethin' else I haven' told you. I've been figurin' thin's out. How it works with your body and the heat cycle."

Her hand paused and she swallowed. "Can you fix me?"

"Sugar." He said it like a reprimand. "You don' need fixin'. No, not like you mean. You secrete a biochemical that goes into your system slow and begins to build. If you don' have sex, your body overloads on it. You have to release it. When we have sex, that helps, but more than that, it's in your mouth, on your fingers and palms. That's why when you touch a man, he can't get you out of his head. It's addicting."

She took a deep breath and looked as if she might cry. "You? Have I done that to you, Wyatt?"