Abandoned (26 page)

“I love you,” he whispered, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

“I love you too.”

He dipped his face into the curve of her neck and nibbled up to her ear.

She tilted her head to give him better access, moaning softly as a shiver raced down her arms.

When he lifted his gaze to meet hers again, she had trouble focusing. That happened a lot around him. He scrambled her brain and hazed her vision. “I want you to come so hard, you won’t ever forget it.”

She swallowed at his words. What the hell did he think she did every time they were together?

Daniel stared at her for long moments before finally settling loosely between her legs and inching down her body just enough to gaze at her chest.

Her heart beat wildly as she watched the top of his head, his gaze moving back and forth between her nipples. They hardened further into stiff peaks. She squirmed.

“Lie still, baby.” He grazed a finger over her nipple so lightly she barely felt it.

The tip puckered anyway, and his breath wafted over it next, making her groan at the intensity.

He switched to the other breast, swirling his finger around the nipple, but not making direct contact.

“God, Daniel. Stop teasing.” Her breath came out sharp and ragged. She grabbed his shoulder and nudged him to move farther down her body.

“Uh
-
uh. Stay still.” He shrugged her arm off him and circled her wrist. “Set your hands over your head. Let me explore. Don’t rush me.” He winked at her. He was evil.

Her hands shook
,
but she lifted them both anyway, clasping them above her head, which forced her breasts higher on her chest.

“So fucking sexy, baby.” Daniel caressed the underside of each breast, alternating back and forth. He spiraled around each one until he reached the center, but not with enough pressure. She wanted more.

A burn began in her belly and her pussy clutched at nothing. Wetness leaked, cooling as it ran between her butt cheeks. She held her breath to steady herself.

Daniel licked his tongue over one nipple, and she arched.

He set his hand between her breasts to hold her down while he did it again and then switched to torture the other stiff bud.

Allison closed her eyes and concentrated on his touch. Without watching, her arousal heightened. Each caress, each lick, landed in unexpected spots. Finally, when she thought her head would explode, Daniel eased down her body and settled between her legs. She was growing to realize he was a huge fan of sucking her off.

She took deep breaths as he pushed her thighs open wider. After several seconds
,
she opened her eyes and lifted her head to see what he was doing. His gaze was locked on her face. He’d been waiting on her. He pulled her lower lips apart slowly and held her sex open. When he dipped his head, he blew against her wetness.

Allison writhed. He wasn’t even touching her and she writhed.

But Daniel held her thighs tight, not giving her an inch. He lowered his lips to her skin and kissed the inside of one thigh. His tongue landed on her sensitive skin and trailed toward her pussy, skipping over the swollen
,
needy area to reach the other thigh. Even the contact on her leg made her hornier.

When he nibbled a path toward her sex, she gasped. Her legs shook. She needed him that bad.

One finger trailed between her lower lips, forcing a short, high-pitched squeal from her lips.

“You have to stay quiet, baby. These walls are thin.”

She moaned. She had no control over her vocal chords.

“I don’t want you to come. I want you to feel. Got it?”

He chuckled low and deep when she didn’t respond. Not come? Was that a choice?

The finger returned to press into her pussy
,
and she tried to lift her torso to meet it. To no avail. He gathered her wetness and trailed it down to circle her lower hole. Even though he’d touched her there before, she still stiffened. She wasn’t used to that kind of attention. It feel unnatural…and fucking awesome in a forbidden sort of way.

Daniel’s finger went back and forth between her pussy and her rear
,
over and over, circling the tight hole closer with each pass. His breath on her skin sent a chill down her shaky legs.

Finally, he pushed his finger into her tight hole, a gradual thrusting that left her wanting more. She gritted her teeth, silently begging him to let her come. She needed more contact with her sex, her pussy, her clit, even her nipples. All those spots were on high alert with his finger in her ass.

She dug her heels into the mattress but couldn’t get purchase with his hand holding one thigh open and his shoulder on the other. At some point he’d flung his left arm across her belly to hold her open, leaving his right hand free to explore.

She rolled her head to one side.
Breathe
. Could she come without him toughing her anywhere else? She was beginning to think so.

“Don’t come, Allie,” he commanded. “Not time yet.”

With his index finger inside her tight hole, he pressed his thumb into her pussy.

Oh God
.

When he rubbed the two fingers together, the walls of her pussy the only barrier, she stiffened. She’d never been this aroused in her life. So close with no promise of release. Like a fantastic romance novel read with no vibrator available in the house and her arms tied behind her back.

She panted, thinking she could come from this strange new touch. And his fingers disappeared.

“Not yet, baby.” He stroked her inner thighs again, his finger dancing lightly over the skin, almost too lightly.

When his tongue landed on the skin surrounding her clit, she grasped the sheet above her head with both hands, squeezing the linen.
Please
.

“Your skin is so soft,” he muttered against her. His voice was filtered, probably because her ears were ringing.

He licked her outer lips, tasting her everywhere, but not with enough pressure and not long enough in any one spot.

Her arousal mounted, but every time she grew closer, he pulled back. For long minutes he did nothing but circle her clit, her pussy, and her lower hole in figure eights, lazy slow torture that drove her mad. Every once in a while he pushed his finger into her pussy or her ass, but not for long.

Her belly clenched, aching. Her mouth was dry from breathing so heavily and not having the energy to lick her lips or swallow.

“So damn sexy,” he whispered.

“God, Daniel. You’re killing me.”

“I know. And it’s gorgeous. Your skin is all splotchy.” He trailed a finger over heated areas of her belly, her breasts, her thighs, his touch landing everywhere in random order.

He’d said she would come harder than ever before. After this much foreplay, she believed it.

The sweet
,
sweet agony of denial. It sent her brain in every direction. He manipulated her senses, making every touch seem more hypersensitive than the last.

Daniel’s fingers moved faster, reaching inside her and stroking around her pussy over and over as her arousal rose higher.

As she reached a point where she knew orgasm was imminent, he released her sex, scooted up her body and thrust into her before she knew what was happening.

And just as quickly she came, her eyes rolling back into her head, her mouth open on a moan, her body too limp to wrap around him. Pulse after pulse of her orgasm grabbed his cock. Even though her clit had received no stimulation, wave after wave rolled through her, surprising her with the intensity he had promised.

Before it ended, he moved, in and out, his cock seeming larger than ever, her pussy grasping at it firmly. One orgasm became two as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pressed her clit into the base of his cock on each pass.

“That’s it, baby. God you’re sexy.” He brushed a curl from her face as she tried to lick her lips. Her mouth was too dry. But he kissed her, his tongue coming out to tangle with hers instantly, his lips moistening her dryness.

He thrust faster as he kissed her.

She dug her nails into his back, realizing she was sailing higher once again. She couldn’t lift her eyelids. It didn’t matter. She could feel everything, and that was all she cared about right then. Every thrust of his cock drove her back toward the peak.

When he finally stiffened deep inside her and came, she launched into a third orgasm. Or maybe the three had really just been one long drawn-out experience. She couldn’t be sure.

What she knew, as she came back to reality, was no one would ever be able to make her feel the way Daniel did. She was one with him in a way only mates could understand. She’d known that for days, of course, but the stakes just went higher. If she had any doubt about Fate’s plan for her life, she would toss it out the door. He was hers and she was his. They would work things out and get through this rough patch in history and live long and happy together.

They had to.

Daniel leaned against the back of the small couch and put his feet on the coffee table as he answered his cell. “Evan, tell me something good.”

“Well, depends on your definition of good. My mission is to save the lives of innocent women, so if by good you mean, did I get six women out in the middle of the night and secure them in another location, then yep, I did that.” Evan paused. His voice was more upbeat than it had been in days. “And then I moved six mother-fucking GPS trackers in the opposite direction about an hour later in an armed car with two members of NAR. So that mission is a success so far also.”

“Good.” Daniel breathed a sigh of relief. “And no more signs of spies in the area?”

“Nope. Not a single human or shifter has been spotted.”

“Well, don’t lower your defenses any. I don’t trust these guys.”

“Agreed.”

“Are the other women leaving also?”

“Not yet. We’ll wait and see what Jerard thinks later today. So far no word on what the best course of action is yet. Since they don’t have any chips on them, maybe they aren’t as valuable to the Romulus, but I’m not willing to take any chances yet. I just want them safe.”

“I hear you.”

“How’s Allison?” Evan asked.

“She’s good. She’s not too pleased with my involvement in NAR
,
and she has this wild, harebrained idea that she needs to go to New York until this blows over.” He smiled at his mate where she sat at the tiny kitchenette table as she lifted her gaze to meet his with a glare.

“New York is a bad idea. The Romulus would likely pick her up there in a heartbeat. But now that her chip is removed, it’s not a bad idea to send her to a safe house. No one should be able to track her.”

“Jerard said the same thing earlier. I’ve been thinking about it. I’m trying to see logic here.”

Evan chuckled. “Well, it’s impossible for you to see things logically in your sensitive state.”

“Ha ha. And just what is my sensitive state?”

“Whipped, dude. It happens to all of us when we claim a mate.” Evan chuckled.

“Whatever. I’m considering her request, but every time I think about it I get sweaty palms.” He stared at her and held out his hand for her to see while he raised his eyebrows.

“I can imagine. Listen, after I met Ashley, I stepped aside for six months. Trust me, it wasn’t easy. Granted, I hadn’t actually claimed her yet, but it was still tough knowing she was out there, remembering her scent, thinking about her every hour of every damn day. But she’s with me now. And Allison will be with you too. What you want to consider above all else is her safety.”

“Damn you all and your sensible ideas.” Daniel smiled.

“Yeah, someday you’ll get reasonable too. I hear after about five years, we tend to calm down on our irrational concerns for our mates.”

“Oh, good. That sounds fantastic.”

“All right. I’ve gotta go. I’ll catch you again later. Let me know what you decide.”

“Will do. Thanks.” Daniel hung up the phone as Allison stalked toward him.
Oh, man
. Either she was pissed about his easy-going attitude about her suggested departure, or she couldn’t stand another moment without touching him. He was hoping for the latter, but the look in her eye could go either way.

She padded in his direction with her brow furrowed, but when she reached his side, she took his face in her palms, stared into his eyes, and then consumed him in a kiss that made him glad he was sitting.

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