Crave the Night: A Midnight Breed Novel (28 page)

Fueled by her own rising need, she dragged his cock deep, suckled him mercilessly, until at last he tore her away from him on a strangled growl.

No words, no gentle touches. He grabbed her under the arms and lifted her to her feet. Spun her around in front of him, then put one strong hand around the back of her neck and pressed her facedown onto the desk.

It was a primal move, his fingers like heated iron against her nape. With a low growl, he put his bare thigh between her legs, nudged them wider apart.

Jordana couldn’t move, even if she wanted to.

She’d pushed him to the brink, but now he was back in control. And she could hardly breathe for how totally that turned her on.

Nathan held her down with one hand, while his other lifted the skirt of her dress up over her backside. She knew the precise moment when he saw her skimpy black thong. He stilled, sucked in a short gust of air.

“So pretty,” he rasped thickly. His fingers skimmed up the inside of her legs, to where her soaked crotch throbbed.

He brushed her sensitive flesh, then she felt the thin excuse for underwear pull tight in his grasp. It snapped and fell away.

“Mm,” Nathan grunted. “That’s even better.”

She trembled, every nerve ending lit up with anticipation. Outside her office window, shadows passed by the closed blinds as people strolled through the museum, conversations muffled, but not entirely muted, by the walls and glass.

Nathan’s hand slid between her drenched folds. He penetrated her slowly, his fingers caressing the inside of her walls and wringing a strangled cry from the back of her throat. She wanted more. Needed more. Had to have all of him now.

“Should I make you scream when you come for me, Jordana?” Nathan’s voice was a low murmur behind her, his breath fanning hotly across her naked spine as he leaned over her prone body.

His mouth came down between her shoulder blades. She shivered, then panted softly as his open lips and tongue followed the shallow valley of her spine.

“Yeah, maybe I should make you scream for me,” he uttered against her skin. “I want every male in this building to know that you belong to me. Only me.”

She moaned, ready to give him anything he demanded if only to ease the fierce ache roiling within her. He stroked her until she was squirming helplessly, her lip caught tightly in her teeth to bite back the sounds of her pleasure and her need.

Each wicked thrust of his fingers made her arch to receive more, her body totally exposed to him, her sex inflamed, juices trickling along her cleft.

“So greedy,” he admonished, dark amusement in his voice.

“Nathan,” she gasped as he teased her swollen petals, making her legs quake beneath her. “Please …”

“Stay there,” he commanded. “Stay just like that.”

He moved off her, leaving chill air in his wake. But then she felt his bulky shoulders between her parted thighs. Felt his breath rush against her wet core in the instant before he buried his face in her sex. Heat blasted her as he licked a slow, fiery trail from her clit to her ass.

“Oh, God.” Jordana’s voice was threadbare, choked with pleasure as he cleaved her slit with his tongue. She had no voice at all when he returned
to the pulsing little nub and suckled it ruthlessly, the quivering seam of her body pressed tight to his face with nowhere to escape.

Not that she wanted to. There wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be. The world could go on without her on the other side of her office walls. Everything could float away and she’d be happy, so long as Nathan didn’t stop touching her, tasting her, making her mad with pleasure.

She started to come, orgasm roaring up on her in a powerful wave of sensation.

“Not yet,” Nathan ordered her, nipping her just enough to bring her back to earth.

He kissed her shamelessly, relentlessly, until her bones felt liquefied and her blood seemed made of lava. Only then did he release her, rising to his feet behind her. The head of his cock was a blunt, demanding presence in the slickness at her core.

“You’re mine,” Nathan growled savagely. “I can’t stay away from you. Fuck, Jordana … I will never have enough of you.”

And with that, he thrust deep, impaling her to the hilt.

Nathan couldn’t slow down and sure as hell couldn’t stop. He couldn’t curb the ferocious need that wracked him as he pumped hard and deep into Jordana’s slick, tight sheath.

He couldn’t hold back the primal drum of his pulse, his blood running hot and molten through his veins.

She was his.

No one could tell him otherwise. No plea or command or lethal threat would change how he felt about her.

Jordana belonged to him.

Her body, her pleasure, her heart. Maybe one day, her blood bond.

Just the thought of taking her vein as he claimed her body made his fangs erupt farther from his gums. The recollection of her bloodscent, that ethereal, delicately elusive mix of citrus and spice, made his mouth water with the thirst to make her his in the one way no worldly force could ever break.

But not here.

Not like this.

He’d already taken more than he deserved from her.

She had driven him to the razor’s edge of his control tonight, but he still had some sanity left.

Admittedly, too damned little, when she looked so sexy for him tonight and tasted so sweet. When she felt so incredibly perfect as he held her pinned beneath him and crashed into her welcoming heat with an abandon he’d never known.

All he knew in that moment was her. She consumed his senses, obliterating everything but the pleasure of their joining, the erotic sounds of their bodies moving together in slick and frenzied rhythm.

He wasn’t going to last long.

Each thrust of his hips sent him deeper, jolted him further away from reason and control and discipline. His veins were lit up, sizzling. Tension coiled deep inside him, pressure that turned every tendon and sinew to the breaking point. His cock had never been harder, ready to explode.

“Come for me now, Jordana,” he muttered fiercely beside her head as he leaned forward and angled himself even tighter into the milking tightness of her womb. “I want to feel it. I need to feel it right now.”

Her response was immediate, her release a sudden, violent shudder that vibrated all along his shaft and down into his marrow. She cried his name on a broken gasp, arching into his thrusts as his own release roared up to overtake him.

He was gone in that same instant. He came hard and fast, blinded by pure, white-hot ecstasy as his seed shot loose into the contracting glove of her sex.

He didn’t know how long they remained there, Jordana panting softly beneath him, splayed over the desk; he braced above her on locked elbows and fists, unmoving, unwilling to break the sexual connection of their bodies.

He was hard again. More accurately, still hard.

Jordana’s pulse was a heavy, seductive thrum against his shaft. Her delicate muscles gripped him snugly, even now. When she shifted her hips in tempting invitation, Nathan groaned.

“Keep that up, and I’ll never let you out of this room.”

She turned her head and regarded him over her shoulder, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. “I think I might like that.”

So would he, but they couldn’t stay there much longer and expect her not to be missed. Exercising more self-control than he’d been able to claim since he met her, Nathan slowly eased out of her. Her disappointed moan nearly undid him.

“Give me your hand,” he said, and reached down to help her rise up off the desk.

She turned around to face him, her light blue eyes dusky below the thick fringe of her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips cherry red and glistening.

He drew her close, brushed his fingers over her moist, tantalizing mouth. “You make me hard as stone, just thinking about how good your lips felt on me tonight.” His cock twitched in agreement, ready to start all over again. “I can’t wait to get you out of here and into bed with me. I’ve got some very creative ideas for how I’m gonna pay you back.”

She grinned up at him. “Mm, I can’t wait to hold you to that.”

Tilting her face, she caught the tip of his finger between her teeth. Her tongue played him the same way she’d tormented his cock, maddening little flicks combined with ruthlessly intense suction.

Nathan grunted, a spasm shooting up his spine and straight into his rigid shaft. “Holy hell … on second thought, who needs a bed?”

She laughed softly as she released him. Nathan grabbed for her, but she ducked away, playful. The sexiest damned woman he’d ever seen. He wanted her badly, and he wanted her now.

She smoothed the hem of her red dress down over her fine bare ass and long legs, shimmying to adjust the silky fabric back into place. “I should get back out there, don’t you think?”

He shook his head, eyes hot on her. “I think you belong right here, with me.”

“Now who’s the greedy one?” she tossed back at him, arching one delicate brow. Bending down, she retrieved the tattered remains of her thong from near his discarded pants. “I’m going to go freshen up, and, ah, destroy the evidence.”

The scrap of black silk dangled from her fingers, and the understanding that she would be naked under the dress for the remainder of the night sent another shock wave of lust into his bloodstream. How he was going to survive the next few minutes, let alone potentially another couple of hours, in public without pouncing on her again, he didn’t know.

As he contemplated all the things he wanted to do to her, a low buzz sounded from somewhere near his feet. Despite his preternatural senses, he could hardly hear the faint hum over the roar of his pulse in his ears.

Shit
. His comm unit.

Jordana gestured toward the floor where the device lay forgotten in his pants pocket. “You take care of your business,” she said lightly. “I’ll go take care of mine.”

Nathan stooped to pick up the comm, bringing his pants up at the same time. He fastened them hastily, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she strode for the door.

“See you back inside the exhibit hall in a few minutes,” she said, beaming as she opened the door and slipped out.

Nathan glanced down at the comm unit buzzing again in his palm.

“Yeah,” he said into the receiver, struggling to wrench his attention away from thoughts of Jordana as he took the call from the Boston headquarters.

“Nathan.” Chase’s deep voice held a grim edge. “We just got intel from Gideon in D.C.”

Nathan’s combat instincts went on immediate full alert. “What is it?”

“Are you with Jordana?”

Fuck. This couldn’t be good
. “She was just here with me a minute ago.” Nathan gripped the comm device harder in his fist, started stalking toward the office door. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s Gates,” Chase said. “He’s been allied with Cassian Gray this whole time, partnered with him in the club. Gates isn’t who he’s pretending to be. The son of a bitch is dirty.”

Ah, Christ. No
.

“Do you think he’s part of Opus Nostrum?”

“We don’t know that yet,” Chase said. “We’re digging deeper. If it turns out Gates is involved with Opus …”

The commander let the statement trail off, but Nathan knew well enough what it meant. If Gates’s partnership with Cassian Gray tied back to Opus Nostrum in any way, the Order would have no choice but to deal with him as an enemy and terminate him.

Nathan didn’t even want to consider what all of this would do to Jordana.

He exited to the gallery outside, swiveling his head to ascertain which direction she might have gone.

“In light of this new intelligence,” Chase said, a carefulness to his tone, “it makes Cass’s visit to Jordana at the museum the day he was killed more than a bit troubling. Is it possible she’s aware of the link between her father and Cassian Gray?”

“She doesn’t know any of this,” Nathan blurted. He would stake his life on it.

Jordana couldn’t have been keeping a secret like that. She was too
open, too innocent. She couldn’t have been playing Nathan for a fool this whole time.

“The team and I are en route to the museum now,” the commander said. “We know Gates is there tonight. We have to take him in for questioning. No delays. No warnings.”

Goddammit
.

“I understand,” Nathan replied, his cold warrior’s logic instantly at war with the man who dreaded the heartbreak about to visit the woman he loved.

“Don’t let him leave,” Chase ordered. “We’re two minutes out at most. I need you to do whatever you must to hold him until we arrive.”

“I understand,” Nathan confirmed woodenly, ending the communication on a harsh curse.

Outside the open entryway of the exhibit hall, he spotted Carys chatting pleasantly with a small group of ladies. He motioned her toward him as he marched at a soldier’s clip across the marble floor. “Find Jordana. Now. Keep her out of the exhibit hall.”

The Breed female’s face blanched. “What’s happened?”

“Find her,” he barked sharply. “Take her home. Don’t leave her side, do you understand? And tell her … ah, fuck. Tell her I’m sorry.”

“Nathan?” Carys called from behind him, but he didn’t answer.

His heart as heavy as his feet, he strode into the glittering society event like a wraith, his ruthless Hunter’s gaze searching out his quarry through the crowds.