Pan's Salvation (7 page)

Mind blissfully blank
, Lark giggled as they made their way inside the hotel. Pan’s arm around her waist kept her upright and protected. God, it felt good to have someone looking out for her. Pan was warm, powerful. Whenever he smiled, she could imagine all the pleasures he could offer. He unlocked the door and she followed him inside like a star struck girl. His eyes hadn’t left her the entire night. If it was just her body, he wanted. It was his for the taking.

He pulled her inside. She leaned against the metal. He studied her silently. The minutes crawled by. Tension filled her body. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation and fear. This was uncharted territory. Pan would be more than a fuck to burn off energy and get her mind away from the shit in her life that had become her restraints. He touched a part of her she’d ignored until it shrank to nothing.

“What are you thinking about, my little bird?” He ran his fingers through her short coif.

She leaned into his fingers on her scalp. “You.”

“What about me?”

“That you’re trouble.”

“Not the first time I heard that. You want to tell me why?”

“Because you make me feel?”

“Is that really such a bad thing?” His voice dropped an octave.

At his sexy tone, she creamed her panties and locked her knees, pressing her thighs together.

“Yes.”

“Why? There’s so many things I want to make you experience. We could be good together. I can feel it.” He leaned in and brushed the side of her face with his lips.

Unable to resist his lure up close, she turned her head and connected their mouths. She moaned as he devoured her. He was a magician with his tongue as he tasted, nibbled, sipped and made her hesitation disappear. She gripped his shoulders and closed her eyes. He was dark, delicious and intoxicating. It was the beginning of the end, because she knew she’d finally found her poison of choice in this dangerous man, hell bent on possessing her.

Pan ran his magical fingers down her sides. Goosebumps rose. He stopped at her hips and kneaded her flesh. His big hands were hot and soothing. She arched her back. He slipped his knee between her legs. He nudged her pussy. She whimpered, rocking her hips to experience more friction.

They surfaced for air and he continued to rub her. “I want to see you come for me, Lark. I want to hear you cry out and feel you cream on my knee. You’re going to do that aren’t you?”

She bit her bottom lip. She wanted to surrender. The desire damn near buckled her need. But the thought of being vulnerable terrified her. What would it mean to be at this man’s mercy?

He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked.

The pain sent a jolt of pure pleasure to her center—she moaned.

“You like the things I do to you, Lark. If you let go, you’d love it. I can read you. You need to release all that pent up anxiety, fear and stress. I can bleed it out of you. That’s the poison inside of you. The addiction making you sick is your sense of responsibility to your sister. But in this room, only you and I exist. I am the only one who matters. I will care for you and give you pleasure as I see fit. Do you understand?”

His words were an emergency ration to her starved soul.

“All you have to do is say one word…Yes.” The kneading stopped and he leaned in to trace her lips with the tip of his tongue. He ripped her wall down brick by brick. He bit her lip.

Lark cried out. The pain was sharp. It stole her breath. The caress of his tongue soothed it, turning the experience into something erotic and exciting. Blood rushed through her veins. Her heart thumped happily. The numbness she’d been wading through like toxic sludge was

banished.

“I want to offer you the world. My world.” He pinched her nipples.

“Oh, God.”

“No, just Pan.” His blue eyes twinkled.

She wanted to run away with him and be a lost girl on his fantasy island. The yearning

inside overrode her common sense. The chains of duty and sacrifice broke. “Yes,” she rasped.

“I hope you understand you’re mine now, little bird. You’ve flown into the home of a man who guards his things. I promise the cage you’ll live in will be beautiful and secure. You can come and go as you please, but you will abide by my rules so long as you remain under my care.”

“W-what rules?”

“You do as I say when I say it, because it might save your life. The people we run with are rough. Retaliation happens.”

This is really happening. I’m making a deal with the devil to save Robin. I knew this
wouldn’t be for free.

“Next…If you’re with me. You’re
with
me. There will be no one else.”

She sputtered. “I-I would never.”

“I’m just making sure we’re clear. It wasn’t based on any judgment call. You don’t know how things work in my world. You have to trust me. Because your actions reflect on me. I’m the one who has to pay for any mistakes you make. But I think you’re a smart girl. You know as well as I do, you’re safe with me and you’ll need my protection at least for a spell. I don’t trust these bastards. Two women alone, one going through withdrawal are exceptionally vulnerable.”

“You think they’d come back and kill us?”

“I think this deal went way too smoothly and I’m not a man who takes chances when it

comes to safety. That’s the fastest way to end up dead.”

“O-Okay. I trust you. I know you didn’t have to step up for me when you did.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. The minute I saw you burst out of that restroom and take on a whole store full of pissed off gun toting bikers, I knew I had to taste your fire. Even if it would burn me.”

His words were a fresh injection in her veins. Pan was man enough to dominate and go

against what her head said. Her body and her heart wanted it. They sang in his presence.

“I want to feel your heat now, little bird. I’m going to push you to your limits and allow you to see all the greatness I know lies within you. But first thing, if it gets too intense. I want you to say
Ice
.”

“Ice?” She frowned.

“It’s the opposite of fire.”

He had a clever mind…a major turn on for her.

“You say that word and I’ll stop in my tracks.” He leaned in and nipped her bottom lip.

She moaned helplessly.

“But I don’t think you’ll want me to stop.”

I don’t think I will either.

“Shall we begin?” he asked.

Images of the movie, Reboot of Khan flashed in her mind.
Yes, please.
She nodded, unable to make her vocal chords work.

“Walk over to the bed and take off your dress.”

lark made the walk to the bed, turned to face him and reached to unzip the top of her dress.

His eyes were dark with lust and hunger. She slid the zipper down and let the silky material slide down her arms. The cloth hit the ground and she stood before him in a pair of black panties and a black bra.

“Beautiful, just like I’d imagined you’d be.” He walked over and studied her as if she were a work of art. He glided the tip off his fingers over her cleavage.

The light teasing touches made her shiver.

“So soft.”

His breath tickled her flesh. He cupped her breasts and she gasped.

“More than enough to fill my hands.” Her nipples turned to stone. “And so responsive.” He pushed them together. She was clay and he, the sculptor. Heavy and throbbing they strained to be free of the silken material. He released them and pinched her turgid peaks, hard. She cried out.

The pinprick of pain turned into a river of lust running heat through her body. “Such a good little bird. I can practically hear your heart beating in your chest.” He pinched them again and again.

Lark cried out. Liquid coated the tops of her thighs.

He leaned in and sucked the offended area into his mouth.

She swayed toward him and closed her eyes. Sensations swirled together inside her and

pushed her closer to the edge. He flicked the opposite breast with his finger and she jerked. He hummed. The vibration went straight to her pussy. She panted.

Pan glanced up. “You want more, little bird?”

“Yes.”

He straightened and ran his hand down along her body. He cupped her core. “So fucking

wet.” He ground his palm against her swollen clit.

Her body shook. Fireworks exploded inside her. She prepared to tumble.

He stopped.

“No…”

“
Shhh
. There’s pleasure in the waiting. Sit on the bed and grip the edge.”

She sank down and gripped the bedspread, eager to see what he would do next.

He knelt down, hooked his thumbs inside her panties and rolled them down her legs.

“Spread your legs and let me see you.” He ran his fingers through her neatly trimmed curly hair.

“Neat and womanly.” He slipped his fingers between her lips. “Hot and wet.” He rolled her swollen clit between his fingers and her hips came up off the bed. “Not yet. Not until I tell you it’s okay.”

Lark gritted her teeth, fisted the covers and fought against the urge to let the wave build up wash her away.

“That’s it, hold it back. I’m going to have so much fun teaching you my games.” He blew on her pussy and she let her head fall back. He eased a finger inside her and she clutched him like a lifeline. “So tight.”

His finger felt long, thick and not nearly enough.

He added a second finger. “You want to come, Lark?”

“Yes.”

“Then fuck my fingers.”

She glanced up at him and her jaw dropped.

“You never had anyone talk to you like this before? I understand. But that’s why you were never satisfied. Stop thinking and do what I told you. Pretend this is me inside of you, filling that, tight, wet, pussy. You want to fly little bird…You’ll have to use your wings.”

Desperate for relief, she shoved convention into the back of her mind and rolled her hips. A cry of pleasure spilled from her lips. The sound of his ragged breathing, the squeak of bedsprings and the intense feeling of pleasure combined. She came hard. A blinding explosion of white burst beneath her lids and she flew to freedom.

In the throes of passion, his woman was beautiful.
His.
Somewhere along the way, he started to think of the dark-skinned beauty as his property. It began as a ruse and quickly become more.

Her muscles locked onto his fingers and she thrashed on the bed, completely out of control. He decided he liked her acting out of hand. She fell back on the bed and he eased his fingers out bringing them to his mouth. Her taste coated his tongue. He growled his approval. Here was a flavor he could sample again and again.

Other women bored him. Pan kept them until they were no longer useful, or they wanted

more than he could give. That wasn’t the case with Lark. She fascinated him and touched a part of him that’d been long forgotten. The day he and Hayes placed a tombstone on an empty grave for their mother, he hardened his heart to anyone not his twin or his Dueling Devils family. It’d been easier that way.

The guilt he carried on his back for starting the fire when he was a teen, wouldn’t allow him to commit to anything else. It’d be so easy to climb between her legs and slip inside her. But something held him back. When they came together, it wouldn’t be due to lowered inhibitions. It would be because she begged him for it. He spread her legs wider and moved his head between her legs. He licked a path up her center and savored her moan.

Tonight, he would show her exactly what he could offer her.

Pan leaned against the wall across from the door and watched Lark do her mini laps. She would walk from the door to his side and back.

Manuel and his men would arrive any minute to deliver Robin. It made him nervous that the businessman was actually making an appearance. The gun on his waist did very little to reassure him of his safety.

It was all up to his brothers in the other room listening to everything, via spy equipment their technical guru; Clue had set up. At the hint of trouble, they were just next door. The connecting doors between the rooms were unlocked and each of them was a crack shot.

He folded his arms and continued to be Zen. The faster they got this over with, the sooner they could get the hell out of Mexico and put this cartel shit behind them. Demon had hard rules.