Authors: Crystal Jordan
Night Games (20 page)
Snorting, the dog looked at her from the corner of his piercing blue eye.
“Look, Grim. He’s a friend. He wouldn’t hurt me. Or you. You’ve seen him the last week. He’s a good man. Leave him alone.” She gave his collar a more insistent pull, hoping it didn’t just piss him off. “Come on, Grim, you’re killing my sex life. I never go all cock blocker on you, and I know you’ve been making time with that Dalmatian down the street.”
The sound her familiar made in the back of his throat could almost be a laugh. His head swung around to look at her full-on and he rolled his eyes dramatically before he stepped off of Jack’s chest and flopped over at her feet. Chuckling, she shook her head and bent down to pet him. “Attention whore. You act all big and bad, and then go all softy on me when you want petting.”
She rubbed his furry belly and he sighed, wriggling on the floor to get closer to her hand. She glanced up at Jack. “Well, since we stopped, I should feed him.”
“Right, reward the dog breath for being a cock blocker.” He sat up and drew one knee to his chest, draping a muscular forearm over his bent leg. “That’ll really show him who’s boss.”
“He knows who’s boss.” She patted the dog’s head while he made that odd laughing noise again.
Jack chuckled, the humor of the situation clearly getting to him. “And it isn’t you. You act all big and bad, and then go all softy when your puppy wants petting.”
“Ha. True enough, but I understand that’s kind of how being owned by a familiar goes. I’ve heard cats are worse than dogs.” She had no idea if that redeemed her from anything, but it didn’t hurt to say it. Grim rolled to his feet and gave a little yip at the mention of cats.
“Go feed him before he starts eating the neighborhood kittens.” Jack snorted and shook his head, while Grim made an incredulous noise at the notion of munching on kittens. The dog moved closer to Jack until they were eye-to-eye. Each male gave the other a tolerant stare. “Look, dog. It’s good that you’re protective. I get that, I respect it. But before you take a chunk out of my ass, try to remember I would never do anything to hurt Selina. I would never try to force her to do anything against her will. I certainly have never had an unwilling woman. Takes all the fun out of it that way.”
Grim rumbled another of his strange doggy sounds, and Selina didn’t know how to interpret that one. The familiar moved closer and nudged the arm Jack had draped across his knee. When the man didn’t move, Grim nudged harder.
Jack sighed and reached out to scratch behind one of Grim’s ears. “You’re annoying, mutt.” But the words came out with grudging affection, and Selina’s heart tripped at the sweet picture before her.
She folded her arms over her chest and tried to ignore the warm fuzzies that were flooding her. It didn’t matter that Jack was a good man, and that he could overlook her familiar’s pain-in-the-backside nature. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to be around long enough for it to mean anything. Not for the first time this week, that thought made her ache deep inside. What was wrong with her? She’d known this was coming. She’d accepted it months ago.
Nothing
had changed. Nothing would.
Nothing
had changed. Nothing would.
Standing, Jack turned toward the kitchen. “Come on. I have a feeling if he doesn’t get fed, I don’t get laid. And I really want to get laid. I still have plans for you, sweetheart.”
Her heart tripped again, but for very different reasons. Blood rushed through her veins as her pulse sped. She was totally on board with the plans he had for her. And her ass. The thought made her nipples peak tight and a flush race up her cheeks. Gods, she was blushing. It wasn’t like her at all. But, damn. She’d also never been one to go for exhibitionism. Jack had gotten her fired up enough for her to ignore that little fact.
And she wanted more.
At the moment, she was shrugging out of her ruined shirt, kicking off her shoes and unfastened pants, and following Jack’s deliciously naked ass into the kitchen. “He can feed himself if he wants to. He has enough magic to make it happen—he just likes to make me do it for him.”
“Hmm ... I’d still fear for the neighborhood kittens.” He paused in the doorway to look back at her.
“Aww, it’s not that bad. He only tackled you. He didn’t actually bite.” She made sure to brush her body against Jack’s when she passed him to get to her familiar’s kibble. His hand swatted her backside, and she laughed, jolting forward. The slight sting just made her heart pound harder.
Opening the correct cabinet, she pulled out the plastic bin with Grim’s food and scooped some into his bowl. Then she fetched his water dish and refilled it in the sink. Jack settled against the counter next to her and slid the tip of his finger along the edge of her panties at her hip, humming low in his throat. “Nice.”
She grinned, glancing down at the brilliant turquoise silk bra and panties she wore. “I have a fondness for nice underwear.”
The look in his eyes was more than a little appreciative. “You have to tell me where this obsession came from.”
“History.”
One dark brow winged up. “Excuse me?”
“Do you know how crappy women’s underwear has been for the last four hundred years?” She pursed her lips. “Don’t even get me started on bustles ... or whalebone corsets. The man who invented them should be tarred and feathered, boiled in oil, and
then
shot.”
then
shot.”
His eyes lit with mirth. “Wow, you really want to go old-school Salem Witch Trial, don’t you?”
Making a face at him, she shook her head. “If I were going witch trial, I’d have drowned him, too. Which isn’t a bad suggestion.”
“Right, so sexy lingerie does not include corsets. Got it.”
She laughed. “Let’s just say that the moment more comfortable undergarments came into fashion—hell, the moment more comfortable
clothes
came into fashion—I was all over them. And that they now come in all kinds of colors and materials is something I like to take advantage of.”
clothes
came into fashion—I was all over them. And that they now come in all kinds of colors and materials is something I like to take advantage of.”
“I am so very glad that you do. I have a definite fondness for your underwear, too. But right now, I’d rather have it off of you.” He took the water bowl from her hand and set it on the floor beside Grim, who was already wolfing down his dog food.
Then Jack dragged her into her bedroom and put actions to words, stripping her out of her silk and lace in under a minute. He tossed her underclothes over his shoulder, and the strap of her bra caught on the bedpost and swung in a wild circle. She had no idea where her panties went, and she didn’t much care when his mouth settled on her breast, sucking hard on her nipple.
Spearing her fingers into his hair, she held him closer. His tongue circled her areola, bit down on the tight crest. The line between pain and pleasure blurred, and she arched into him. He cupped her ass, his hands prying apart her buttocks so he could slip his thumb in to tease her anus. She shuddered, squirmed, her excitement spiking. Sweat gathered at her temples and between her breasts, her breath rushing in little gasps as she thought about his thick cock sliding into her ass.
He let her nipple pop free of his mouth. “Do you have lube?”
“Yes.” She didn’t remember the last time she’d used it for anything other than self-entertainment with her dildo, but that was beside the point. There was lube available and they were going to put it to good use. “It’s in my dresser.”
She flung a hand out to point, realizing a moment too late that she’d be giving him free rein on her goodie drawer. A couple of vibrators, dildos, lube, some silk ties, and maybe even a flogger and a set of nipple clamps she hadn’t used in forever. After a few centuries of sex, she’d tried just about everything at least once, if only to keep things interesting. Somehow she doubted Jack would be shocked. A grin quirked her lips. He might even be inspired.
Rolling to his feet, he moved toward the dresser and opened the top drawer. He rummaged through the contents before he paused, his body stiffening. “Well, now.”
He turned around, the lube held in one hand, while the other had the nipple clamps dangling from the slender chain that joined them.
“Find something interesting?” She tried to sound innocent and failed miserably.
“As if I could resist these.” He set the clamps to dancing midair. His dick was a hard arc against his lower belly, a bead of precum slipping down the long shaft.
The sight made her thighs clench. That cock would be pushing into her ass. Very soon. She arched her eyebrows. “Just remember that turnabout is fair play.”
A visible shudder ran through him, lust flushing his face. His pupils dilated until only the slimmest rim of blue remained. “I look forward to it.”
Gods, the anticipation was going to kill her. Juices slicked the folds of her pussy, her clit throbbing. She all but writhed on the sheets as he walked toward her. Cupping her breasts, she plumped them up, teasing them with her thumbs. “I want you.”
“I love how you let loose during sex. You should do it more often, other times.” He bent forward and kissed her before she could reply.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she reached up to try to pull him down onto the mattress with her. He resisted, and a shocked cry jerked from her when she felt the clamps tighten like vises around her nipples. She ripped her mouth away from his. “Jack!”
Chuckling, he sat beside her hip, leaning back to admire his handiwork. He tugged on the chain that connected her breasts, and she arched in reflex, her hips twisting. He licked his lips, his nostrils flaring. He opened one of the clamps, and an extra rush of pleasured pain burst through her. He closed it on her nipple once more, and she couldn’t help a whimper. Somehow, it hurt even more when he put it back on her ... and it turned her on even more, too.
“I want you facedown, with your ass in the air.” The words were guttural, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. He reached out to pluck up the lube from where he’d dropped it on the mattress beside her.
Moisture gushed in her sex at his words. She rolled to do as he wanted, the clamps pulling at her nipples, the chain between them stretching taut as she moved. A shiver went through her, her heart pounding and beads of sweat beginning to dot her forehead. When she was on her hands and knees, she glanced over her shoulder to watch what he was doing.
The top of the lube opened with a creaking
pop,
and another shiver passed through her, anticipation ratcheting higher inside her by the second. One of his hands slipped underneath her to tease her nipples, opening and closing the clamps, twisting them until tingles ran in waves over her skin. Her sex clenched hard, and she bit her lower lip. She wanted to demand that he stop tormenting her, but she never wanted him to stop. He tangled her up inside in ways that she didn’t understand, ways that she knew were dangerous to her well-being, and still she couldn’t make herself call this off.
pop,
and another shiver passed through her, anticipation ratcheting higher inside her by the second. One of his hands slipped underneath her to tease her nipples, opening and closing the clamps, twisting them until tingles ran in waves over her skin. Her sex clenched hard, and she bit her lower lip. She wanted to demand that he stop tormenting her, but she never wanted him to stop. He tangled her up inside in ways that she didn’t understand, ways that she knew were dangerous to her well-being, and still she couldn’t make herself call this off.
Her hips undulated, subtle movements she couldn’t control. Sexual magic whipped inside of her, and she felt it begin to bathe her skin in golden light. The spell that wove their passion together was as natural as breathing now, and she knew how he enjoyed it. She
wanted
him to know how much she craved him, this. She whispered, “Jack.”
wanted
him to know how much she craved him, this. She whispered, “Jack.”
Kissing her thigh, he nipped the sensitive flesh and made her jolt. She felt him shift so that he was behind her, and the muscles in her arms shook. Dropping lower, she pressed her face to the mattress, her hips arched in offering.
Cool lube drizzled over her heated flesh, slipping between her buttocks. A shudder went through her. “More.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll get more. I have to make up for not getting to come at Trudy’s. Your ass is mine tonight.” One of his fingers used the lubricant to ease into her anus, and the sensation made her moan.
She loved having her ass fucked, always had. Her hands fisted in the sheets when he added a second, and then a third finger to her anus, stretching her for his cock. “Hurry.”
“No.” He smacked her backside with his free hand, and a burst of hot magic shot out of her. He groaned, his breathing a heavy rasp behind her. He added more lube to her ass, pressing her rear passage wider.
“I want you inside me, Jack. Fuck me hard.” She closed her eyes, rocking herself back into his hand.
“Jesus Christ.” His fingers left her, and she bit back a triumphant smile. The blunt head of his cock probed at her opening, and she sucked in a shuddery breath, excitement exploding deep inside her.
Her teeth clenched together as he slid slowly into her ass, his cock stretching her beyond what his fingers had done. A high keen pierced the air, and she realized it had come from her throat.
Jack stilled when he was hilted inside her, his palms brushing over her back. “You’re so tight.”
“Yes.”
“Am I hurting you?”
Yes. “Don’t stop.”
She arched her ass higher, taking him still deeper. A harsh groan ripped out of them both. The white-hot pleasure knifed through her, sizzling her nerves. Her mind went blank, not a single spell occurring to her. All she could do was
experience.
experience.
Nudging his cock back and forth, he stimulated her without thrusting. It was maddening and enticing at the same time. She rolled her hips under him, unable to stop herself. The small movement made a moan spill out of her. Gods, it felt so fucking good, she didn’t know how she’d stand it.
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