DarkInnocence (6 page)

Down the center of my body, he drew his mouth along my flesh
in a single open-mouthed kiss. Cool air wafted over the moisture his tongue
left, and the sensations of hot and cold rioted through me. He spread my thighs
wide and settled himself at my core. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering
shut.

“Delicious,” he purred.

My breathing sped. The moment he drew the broad, flat
surface of his tongue against my slit I panicked.

“Wait, wait, wait.” I closed my eyes and threw my arm over
my flaming face.

I felt the heat of his gaze but didn’t dare look at him.

“You want me to stop?”

“I’m nervous all of a sudden. What if you don’t like the way
I taste, or what if—”

He crawled up my body and cupped my cheek until my lids
fluttered open. “Darlin’, you taste better than you smell which, by the way, is
fucking incredible. Has anyone ever gone down on you before?”

I licked my lips and his gaze traced the movement. “No.”

His eyes lit up with an excitement that eased my tension.

“Give me thirty seconds. Keep your eyes open and watch. If
you decide it doesn’t feel good or that you want me stop, just say the word.”

The hard knot in the pit of my stomach eased the rest of the
way. “Just like that and you’ll stop?”

He nodded, licked my bottom lip and then disappeared between
my spread thighs. Never breaking eye contact, he licked me from top to bottom
and then back up until he traced my clit. My body throbbed at a pleasure that
was far from simple.

“You taste like peaches and honey.” His words eased the
tight muscles in my legs and my thighs fell open to allow him more room.

He settled over my core. His mouth was hot and wet and so
sinfully good. A half growl, half moan emanated from his chest. Dante’s fingers
bit into my thighs as he pulled my sex tight against his face and devoured. He
scraped his tongue against my clit, sucked.

I came off the floor. A low, feral growl rumbled between us.
Hands clamped down on my hips and he pinned me in place. My body tightened,
wavering on the edge of another orgasm, this one so quick and powerful it
nearly hurt. I had no time to retreat, no time to panic. He changed strokes,
stiffening his tongue and then flicking.

Stars danced behind my eyes. My muscles clenched with each
throbbing beat of pleasure and I let myself absorb each and every sensation.
And then he stopped.

I opened my eyes and tried to remember how to breathe—hell,
how to speak. “Why’d you stop?” I all but cried.

From between my legs, Dante met my gaze. Moisture glistened
off his chin and I knew I should be embarrassed, but somehow I wasn’t because
it was him. He licked his lips and smirked. “I don’t want you to climax yet.
Let the pleasure build. I’ll tell you when to let go.”

I struggled to slow my racing heart. “How can I not come?”The
question was absurd considering a few minutes ago I hadn’t been able to come at
all.

“Trust me, darlin’.”

He dipped his head and pressed his tongue into my pussy.
Sucking, he thrust inside and caressed some magic spot that sent my blood
racing. I bent my legs at the knee and scraped my foot against the carpet.

“Play with your breasts.”

My breath hitched at the order and I found I liked him
bossy. A lot.

I rolled my nipple, still damp from his mouth, between my
thumb and forefinger, pinched. Little pricks of pain had me sucking in breath
after breath. The harder I struggled not to come, the more intense the pleasure
became. Darkness wavered. Where instinct demanded I dive headfirst into the
abyss, I held back.

“Very good,” he murmured against me, his words opening my
eyes and drawing my gaze to the sight of him feasting between my thighs.

He was watching my face, head tilted so he didn’t miss my
expression. Drawing a finger through my moisture, he pressed deep inside my
core and brought me off the carpet.

“You’re so tight.” His voice was deep and husky, a sexy rasp
that pushed me closer to euphoria. “And wet. Fuck, Hannah, you taste so good. I
could eat you all night.” He slid in two fingers. Back and forth against my
G-spot, he made a come-hither gesture with his digits. The pleasure, like
before, was sharp, instant ecstasy.

Screaming, I writhed and cupped both of my breasts, pushing
them together. Dante never slowed. Instead, he sucked my clit into his mouth
and shook his head back and forth. There was an abrasiveness to his jaw that
scraped against my thigh and honed the sensations tightening inside. He added a
third finger, twisted and then plunged.

“Come,” he demanded.

I came. Spine arched and head thrown back, the orgasm ripped
through my nervous system and left every single muscle quivering. “Yes, Dante,
oh god, yes,” I cried.

“Again,” he growled, sank his teeth against my thigh and bit
down.

He pushed his fingers deep, curved and withdrew. As if he
truly were master of my body, and I merely his slave, another climax stole
through me. He brought me to one orgasm only to throw me into another. I came
so many times I, the girl who forgot nothing, lost count.

It felt amazing.

By the time Dante was satisfied, sweat dripped between my
breasts and tears of intense pleasure wet the carpet beneath my head.

He rose over my body and crashed his mouth against mine so I
could taste myself on his tongue. I sucked him into my mouth and threaded my
hand through his wild curls to hold him close. He thrust his hips against my
core and devoured my mouth.

His cock was thick and hard, and when I reached between us
to undo his jeans, he caught my wrist.

“No.”

Between kisses, I asked, “Why?”

“Because my pants are the only thing stopping me from
flipping you over and sinking inside your tight pussy. I’m not sure I’ve been
so hard in my entire life. You touch me with those sexy hands and I’m gonna
explode.”

I pushed on his shoulders. When he rose off me, I followed.
I crawled into his lap and urged him back until he was the one lying on the
carpet. I captured his mouth in a kiss. He grabbed the back of my head and held
me still for his plundering.

I pulled away and licked a path down his chest, stopping to
play with his small, flat nipples. His muscles clenched under my touch. Lower,
I ran my nose along the ridge of his erection barely restrained by faded denim.

“Hannah,” he warned and stroked the back of my head.

I looked up at him, let him see how much I wanted him and
licked my lower lip. Using the tip of my finger, I traced his cock. “I want to
taste you,” I said in a soft voice.

Beneath the material of his pants, his erection strained to
get closer to me. He tugged on my hair, lifting my chin. “Babe, you look at me
like that with your big green eyes full of innocent hunger and I’m not sure I
could deny you anything.”

His words encouraged me. My hands trembled with anticipation
as I worked the button, then the zipper fastening his pants. The moment the
material parted, his heavy cock sprang free. His erection was thick and long.
Through the dark, swollen head of his cock, silver glinted.

Jesus. He was pierced.

I leaned forward and flicked the metal with my tongue. At
the same time, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, measuring the girth with a
forefinger and thumb that didn’t close around the base of his penis. He was
massive. When he thrust inside me, there was no way I wouldn’t feel it,
wouldn’t be stretched to my limits. Sex with Dante was going to be completely
different. I was nervous, excited and a little bit scared. How would I recover
when he decided he’d broken me and left?

“Fuck, Hannah. I’m not going to last long if you keep doing
that.”

Opening my mouth, I curled my tongue around the smooth
mushroom tip and revealed in the salty tang of pre-come. I flicked the
underside of his penis along the ultra-sensitive foreskin and then curled up to
play with the metal piercing.

He shuddered, thrusting forward in an involuntary jerk. I
hollowed my cheeks, sucked him deep and began a quick rhythm. In and out, each
time I used my tongue to caress the most responsive part of him right under the
head.

His groan echoed through the room. “I knew you’d be good at
this. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you sucking my cock. Your
mouth was made for me.”

The knowledge that he fantasized about me infused me with
confidence. I stroked him harder, quicker and my pussy tingled with arousal.

“Just like that,” he moaned. Using the hand in my hair, he
guided my head in a pace he liked. He was taking silent control, making me
submit in a way that made me felt safe and secure. I moaned around him and cupped
the heavy weight of his testicles.

“So good,” he praised, stroking the back of my neck as if in
reward.

I looked up the line of his body and met his eyes. He stared
down, his gaze riveted to the sight of his glistening cock moving in and out of
my mouth. The naked lust in his eyes was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I sucked and stroked him faster until he vibrated beneath
me.

He groaned. “I’m going to come, babe.”

I moaned in anticipation and flicked the barbell before
sucking him into the back of my throat. Hot semen jetted into my mouth,
splashing against my tongue, the back of my throat. I fought the initial urge
to pull away. I took a breath through my nose, swallowed. He kept climaxing, my
name a purr from his throat as his hips jerked in time to the explosions in my
mouth. Each squirt was less than the one before, so I was able to flick my
tongue over the underside of his cock.

I swallowed the last bit and pulled off his still-hard
erection. Dante gripped the back of my neck and urged me up his body. Legs
twined together, I rested my head on his chest, over the spot where his heart
pounded. He trailed his fingers over my back in slow, smooth strokes.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked.

I buried my nose in the soft, springy hair on his chest. “I
liked it,” I admitted.

After a few minutes of silence, I finally asked, “Did the
barbell hurt? I’ve always kind of wanted to get my nipples pierced but was too
scared.”

“That’d look hot on you and yeah, it hurt a bit.”

I lifted my chest off his stomach so I could look at him.
“The metal stops your penis from expanding, huh?”

His eyes narrowed and the hand on my back stilled. “How do
you know about notching?”

I shrugged. “A couple of months ago when Ella and Micah
bonded, I did lots of research on demon mating rituals. I came across a few
texts on shape shifters, one text talked about the male’s ability to ‘notch’
inside a female without truly shifting forms. One source said the metal helps
prevent that happening. Have you ever tried it without the piercing?”

He shook his head. “No. Not something you try for the first
time with a casual fuck.”

I bit my lip and forced myself not to look away. I needed to
draw some boundaries between us, find out how far he was willing to take this.
I wanted him in a way I’d never wanted someone before. Eli, I realized was just
a crush.

“Am I a casual fuck?” I asked.

Before I knew it, I was on my back. Dante loomed over me.
“You couldn’t be causal even if you tried. I’ve got the taste of your pussy on
my tongue. I came in your mouth. That makes you mine, Hannah. Is that what you
want?”

Was he asking me to be his…partner? Did I want that? “Yes,”
I answered and knew in my heart I wanted everything from him.

“Good.” He rolled us over, his arms bracketing me so I
wasn’t crushed by the weight of his body. I laid my head on his chest and let
the drumming beat of his heart lull me.

I yawned and cuddled in closer. “What does that make us?
Partners, lovers, boyfriend-girlfriend?”

He chuckled, stroked my spine from neck to ass. “It means I
don’t share. Label it whatever you want, in my world you’d be my lover.”

Lover. I liked that. My lids fluttered. Another yawn cracked
my jaw. “Just so you know, I don’t share either,” I murmured before I fell
asleep.

* * * * *

The boom of loud, angry male voices jerked me awake. I shot
up to a sitting position and clutched the soft blanket to my breasts. It took
me several seconds to realize I was naked and in Dante’s bed. I looked to the
nightstand where a lamp still burned bright, and struggled to bring the glowing
numbers of the alarm clock into focus.

“She isn’t thinking clearly, I’m not going to let you take
advantage of her,” someone who sounded remarkably like Eli shouted.

“Keep your fucking voice down,” Dante said. “It’s nearly
four in the morning. You’re drunk, you smell like pussy and you’ve got blood
all over your shirt. Go home, Eli, and sleep it off.”

Four in the morning? Shouldn’t Dante be at work?

“I’m not drunk and Hannah’s coming with me,” Eli demanded.

A growl sounded. “The fuck she is, boy.”

I got out of bed on trembling legs and picked up Dante’s
green shirt from the floor. I slipped it over my head, my bare toes squishing
in the thick, soft carpet as I made my way into the living room.

Chest to chest, nearly eye to eye, Eli and Dante faced off
in front of the open door. Cool night air streamed inside and helped ease the
testosterone strangling me. I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Eli, what are you doing here?” I asked in a sleepy voice.

Three beats passed before Eli looked away from Dante and met
my gaze. His eyes were glassy and his cheek was swollen with what promised to
be one hell of a shiner.

“I’m making sure you’re okay.” Eli moved forward in my
direction.

One step was all he got. Dante pressed a hand in the middle
of Eli’s chest and shoved him back with a not so subtle curling of his lip.

Eli batted Dante’s arms away and got up in his face with his
hands fisted at his sides. Dante stepped into him and the otherness in the room
gave me the spins.

“Don’t touch me, pussy,” Eli growled.

Through the coarse stubble covering Dante’s jaw, muscles ticced
as if he were clenching his teeth. His voice came out in a scary, low whisper.
“One more fucking word and I’ll lay your ass out on the floor, you drunk little
shit.”

“Eli, as you can see I’m alive, talking and walking. Go
home,” I said and hoped to defuse the violence in the air.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” He glared at Dante.
“Alone?”

Dante stalked across the room and slid a proprietary hand
around my waist to pull me to his side. I turned to him and placed both my
hands flat on his bare chest. “It’s okay, babe. Just give us a minute.”

“Babe?” Eli mocked.

We ignored him.

“I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Dante moved his hand
to my ass, squeezed.

“He won’t hurt me, I promise. I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t like it,” he said, his tone soft and silky now that
he was talking to me.

“This will only take a minute. Promise. And I thought you
had work tonight—what happened?”

He stroked a hand down my hair and I cuddled into the caress.

“Called in. You looked too peaceful to wake up and I sure as
hell wasn’t leaving without you.” He bent, pressed his lips to mine. Our
tongues met and I angled my head to the side to taste more of him.

Behind us, Eli cleared his throat. Right. We had company. I
broke from Dante’s mouth and looked to the man I’d once stupidly fantasized
about having babies with. Eli had his hands shoved into the front pockets of
his black jeans and his gaze glued to the tile entryway where he stood.

Dante kissed my cheek, his warm breath fanning over my skin
before striding in the direction of the bedroom. Like me, he was barefoot. The
sight of his toes was insanely sexy. At some point, he’d changed out of his
jeans and put on a pair of loose sweatpants that hung off his hips.

After Dante disappeared, I turned back to Eli. I leaned
against the wall and yawned. “What is so important that it couldn’t wait until
the sun came up?”

“He’s fifteen years older than you, Hannah. Whatever you two
have going on isn’t a good idea.”

Anger heated my skin and sped my heart. I was so tired of
everyone knowing what was best for me. “What I ‘have going on’ is the best
thing that’s happened to me in a long time. He’s seen me at my absolute worst
and still wants me. He cares about me, which is more than I can say for you.” I
pointed to the door. “Get out.”

His jaw clenched but he didn’t move. “We’re friends, right?”

I shook my head, tried not to think about drinking coffee
together in the wee hours of the morning while Ella and Micah were out on hunts.
We’d spent hours discussing computer programming, demonology and the other
random ancient mythology facts I had locked in my brain. He’d never called me a
freak and he’d never mocked me. He knew my favorite foods and beverages, used
to go out of his way to make me feel included.

“We used to be,” I said.

He walked across the room and stopped an inch away from me.
His otherness swirled around me and had a different, more feral vibe than
Dante’s. He cupped my cheek and brought my head up until our gazes locked.

“I’m an asshole and I fucked everything up between us. We
were friends. I want that back. I want you back. I haven’t been dealing well
with the change. When I came out of the hospital, I pushed you away because I
knew I’d never be the man you deserved. You wanted a normal life with a normal
husband, not some ravenous beast who looks at you with the single consuming
thought of tearing off your clothes and sinking his teeth into your neck.” He
scraped a hand over his buzzed hair. “Okay, I shouldn’t have said that last
part. Truth is, I love you, Hannah, and I’m asking you to give me, us, a
chance. Normal is obviously not what you’re looking for.”

Wow. I heard his words, felt them like a punch to my
stomach. “You’re drunk, Eli. Go home. We’ll talk about this later,” I said with
as much disappointment as I felt.

He’d turned his back on me because he thought he wasn’t good
enough. But the minute I hooked up with another shifter, he was okay being with
me? He only wanted me because someone else had me.

Emotion danced in his eyes. “I’ve been drinking, yes, but
I’m not drunk. I love you.” He leaned forward as if to kiss me and I shoved him
away.

“Dante said you smelled like…”I couldn’t make myself say the
word pussy aloud. “Female. Tell me you didn’t just leave some poor girl’s bed
to come over to my boyfriend’s house and profess your love for me.”

He opened his mouth as if to deny it and then closed his
lips. His gaze hardened. “One fuck and he’s your boyfriend now?”

“We didn’t have sex, but yes, we’re a couple.”

He shook his head. “He’ll break your heart.”

“You bruised my heart—he kept it safe until it healed. You
need to leave now.”

“Fine.” He clenched his jaw. “But don’t say I didn’t warn
you. When you realize I’m the smarter choice, I’ll be waiting.”