Wicked Wind (Solsti Prophecy #1) (21 page)

“I thought men liked to watch women pleasure themselves.”

“Wicked woman.” The fingers on her nipple pinched ever so gently. “You can do that for me later. But now, I intend to drive you out of your mind, until you can’t move those little fingers except to wrap them around my cock. And,” he paused, finally rubbing her nipple between his fingers. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“How?” Her legs shifted on the bed and heat flushed her skin as she tried to push her hips up to his, but he had other ideas. Reaching into the pocket of the pants he had dropped on the floor, he produced one of the veils from the dance.

She sucked in a breath and felt her eyes widen. “How did you get that?” She didn’t remember him being near the dancers.

“I have my ways.” He gave her a sly wink.

“Now who’s the wicked one?”

“You have no idea.” His eyes roamed her naked flesh. He took her hands in his and brought them above her head. Winding the veil around her wrists, he secured her to the tree-branch headboard.

He caressed his fingers down the length of her arm, across her collarbones, and down to her breasts. He traced circles, getting oh-so-close but not touching the sensitive tips. She wriggled in frustration. “Impatient already?” He made a tsking sound. “You may as well settle in. I intend to take my sweet time with you.”

“You’re torturing me.”

“I’ll make it feel so good though.” He covered her body with his, and for the briefest second she felt the delicious brush of his chest against hers before he lowered his weight onto her. As he aligned their bodies she felt his hard length pressing against her belly, and she took a small measure of satisfaction in knowing he was as aroused as she was.

He lowered his face to hers and kissed her like he owned her. His tongue thrust inside her mouth, flicking the roof, sweeping into the deepest recesses. She angled her head to allow him to go deeper, eliciting a murmur of approval from him. When he finally drew back slightly to let her take a breath, she sucked his full bottom lip into her mouth, nipping it gently.

“That’s right, Nicole. You’re gonna feel my teeth, too.” He dropped his head to her neck, nuzzling her throat, then moving to the sensitive spot where her shoulder began. He licked and scraped her with his teeth, and then he bit down. She jerked at the small pain of his sharp teeth. He held her there, teeth on her skin, licking and pressing her down. Shivers fired through her body at the dark eroticism of being bitten and restrained in such a primal way. And yet, there was a tenderness to his actions; he wasn’t being gentle, exactly, but he was marking her, making her his.

His
. The thought had barely formed in her mind when he moved down to focus on her breasts. Letting his weight rest on her legs, he traced one finger across each stiff peak. She couldn’t hold back a moan. “Want your mouth,” she rasped.

“Hmm.” He held each tight bud between his fingers again, driving her insane. “And what do you want with my mouth?”

“Suckle me.”

Thank goodness he obliged, swiftly taking one engorged nipple deep into his mouth. He sucked hard, swirling her with his tongue, while his fingers teased her other tip. If he wasn’t pinning her in place, she would be writhing with need. But she knew he would make good on his promise to take his time. He released her, blowing a breath across her damp nipple, before attending to her other side.

His touch drove her crazy. She felt a rush of liquid heat between her thighs and knew she was more than ready for him again. By his smug grin, she guessed his enhanced sense of smell had picked up on it as well. He teased his finger down her belly and lower. Her muscles clenched in anticipation.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as his wicked fingers deliberately skipped over her neat curls to caress her inner thighs. He bent his head to place kisses along the line he had just traced, then moved to her side and nipped her hip.

He moved lower still. “Your scent is intoxicating.” He cupped her mound, then caressed her slick folds with his fingers. She writhed in earnest, seeking release, but his hands clamped down on her thighs. “Not yet.” And then his mouth was on her, licking her up and down slowly, tortuously.

She squirmed against her restraints. “I need more, Gunnar.”

With a low growl he indulged her need, circling her clit with his tongue and flicking it gently. He slid one finger inside her entrance, then two, pumping her in a sensual rhythm that matched his tongue. She rocked against him, unable to stop. Suddenly he sucked her clit hard, and she came on an explosion of sensation, her body convulsing against him.

She was still shuddering as he reared up. He pulled her ankles to his shoulders and dragged her hips to his cock. He filled her so completely, she felt as if he was nudging her womb. Not bothering with slow and easy, he thrust furiously with a need that matched hers. Blue eyes bored into hers. With a sly grin, he flicked her most sensitive spot with his finger. She came again, her body arching off the bed as she cried his name. He exploded right after, his hot seed filling her.

He collapsed on her sated body.
So big and heavy
. But she liked the feeling of him covering her. “I think I’m dead,” she murmured.

He lifted his head long enough to nip her neck. “You can’t die yet, remember.”

“But this would be a good way to go. Having you fuck me to death.”

Growling at her coarse language, he lightly slapped her thigh. “Devilish female.” He shifted his weight and shook his head. “That settles it. You’re the wicked one.”

“You’re the one who tied me up.”

He glanced up at her bound wrists. “I think you’ve fulfilled your penance.” He untied the veil.

She immediately rolled on top of him, stretching her body along his in the same way he had done to her. “Damn right.” She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowed to a normal pace.

He rested one big, warm hand on the curve of her butt. “It was torture seeing the bottom of these perfect cheeks all night, under that damn excuse for a dress. You have such a sweet ass,” he whispered.

“So do you.” They lay like that for a few moments. Nicole wondered how her ability, something she once thought may be a curse, could have brought her to this powerful, sexy demon. She had never known anyone as fierce and dangerous as Gunnar, or as roguishly virile. The way her body responded to him was intense and out of control, like her mind had been left completely out of the equation. He had been both rough and tender with her, and she craved all of it. Lying on his muscular body, she knew she would never be the same. No man could elicit the same response from her. Ever.

Her neck throbbed where he had bitten her. “You marked me.”

“I did.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a warning to all other males to back off.”

She pondered his words. Was she supposed to do the same to him? She definitely wasn’t interested in any other men, and she didn’t want Gunnar to even look at any other women. But something niggled at the back of her mind.

Sure, their bodies were eager to be permanently joined, though she had only known him a few days. She cared for him, but she knew there was much more that she didn’t know about him. Like when he had “encouraged” the Skell demon to divulge information earlier. She sensed a darkness in him and wished he would share it with her. She wanted to understand her demon on all levels. Wanted him to open his heart to her.

She also didn’t want to lose the sweet intimacy of the moment. “I think they’ll get the message.” She lazily kissed his chest. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

He grunted his approval and stroked her ass. Her hair had freed itself from the nymphs’ handiwork, and she let its loose length slide across his skin, nuzzling her way to one of his flat nipples. She kissed it, then flicked her tongue across it. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” he rasped. “But keep it up and you’ll find yourself on your–”

“No.” She pushed up on her hands. “I want you like this, on your back. Let me explore you.” She traced his lips with one finger. “Let me ride you.”

A scoundrel’s grin spread across his handsome face. “Yes, my lady. You can have your wicked way with me.”

“Be a good boy or I’ll tie you up.” She leaned down to kiss his sensuous mouth, loving the feel of his soft lips and plundering tongue. She languidly moved down his throat, stopping to savor the woodsy, musky scent at the base of his neck. Her eager mouth found his chest again, licking every thick band of muscle. He tasted slightly salty, earthy, and wholly masculine.

She shifted to sit beside him on the bed, her hands caressing his huge biceps before moving down to his fingers. Bringing one hand up to her mouth, she kissed each knuckle. She licked the tip of one finger before lowering her mouth to cover it completely. He sucked in a breath, eyes locked on her mouth. She swirled and teased him like she had last night at the safe house, humming deep in her throat. His cock stood at attention, rigid and ready for her.

She released his hand and bent down to roam his abdomen with her lips, learning every hard ridge and sculpted dip.
God, he’s perfect
. He may as well have been carved from granite and then come alive for her benefit. Her own personal Pinocchio, she thought wickedly, but with an entirely different body part capable of growing. When she got to his hip, she nipped him as he had done to her. He groaned and thrust a hand into her hair. He trailed it down her back and slapped her when he reached her bottom, then he nudged at her hip.

“Uh-uh,” she murmured. “Not yet. Isn’t that how you put it?”

He growled again but dropped his hand. She knelt between his legs. “You’re huge.” Her hair slid off her shoulder and tumbled across his thigh.

“You’re a tease.”

“But you know I’m a sure thing.” She moved closer and licked him from root to tip, pleased to see a single drop of liquid had squeezed out. She lowered her lips and drew the shimmery bead into her mouth. His hands clenched the sheets.

She cupped and cradled his sac, enjoying the feel of his soft flesh in her hand. A soft curse left his lips.

Deciding to have mercy on him, she took as much of his length as she could. She sucked and flicked, loving his earthy taste. Knowing this battle-hardened warrior had turned to putty in her hands filled her with a heady rush. She brought him to the edge of his control and he held on, barely.
Because I asked him to
. Giving his balls one last massage, she moved her hand to his shaft and stroked below her mouth. She pressed her lips tighter around him as she pumped up and down, squeezing and milking her demon.

She moved to straddle him, leaning over him so that her breasts brushed his chest and his erection grazed her folds. Pressed against his warm body, she was ready for him, so wet that his hard cock slipped along her cleft. She knew he ached as much as she did when he rasped her name in frustration.

Giving into their mutual need, she lifted up enough to guide him just inside her entrance and lowered herself down. She sighed and let her head fall back as he filled her inch by delicious inch.
I’ll never get enough of this
. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on either side of his shoulders.

“Touch me,” she whispered and before she had even gotten the words out, his hands were on her breasts, cupping her, flicking his thumbs across her nipples.

She moaned as the sensations he created shot in a straight line to her core, and her hips rocked against him. Teasing him had been delightful erotic fun for her, and now she perched on the brink of another orgasm. His body rubbed her just where she needed it. His hands teased her breasts, caressing the sensitive undersides, and when he pinched her aching nipples, she shattered. She cried out as she ground hard against him. He gripped her hips as he pistoned beneath her, bellowing her name as his release shot hot and deep within her body. She collapsed onto his chest in a haze of sated bliss, her breathing ragged, her body surrendered.

C
HAPTER
14

N
ICOLE
WOKE
UP
to sunlight streaming in the window and hungry kisses along her bare bottom. She raised her head from her bent arm and looked over her shoulder. “Mmm,” she murmured drowsily as Gunnar’s mouth moved to the tops of her thighs, continuing to nibble her sensitive skin.

“Morning.” His voice rumbled against her flesh.

“You sure know how to wake a girl up.” She couldn’t hold back a sleepy giggle.

“I can’t get enough of your perfect little ass.”

“Good.” She stretched out on her belly. Dropping her head, she savored another minute of his delicious attention. She was still so blissed-out from last night that she didn’t think she could get any more relaxed.

He brushed the hair from her neck and sucked the spot where he’d bitten her. “Time for a bath.”

Nicole rolled over and blinked. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? A second tub sat next to the one she had used yesterday, and lavender scented steam wafted from the water. She thought about asking him how and when this had all happened but decided that it didn’t matter. Meeting his gorgeous blue eyes, she smiled. “You think of everything.”

“I do my best.” He scooped her up and settled her into the closest tub.

She dipped her head back until her hair was soaked, and then he proceeded to wash it. His fingers on her scalp felt divine, his warrior’s hands touching her hair gently, as if it were fine silk. “You’re good at this,” she murmured.

“I’ve taken an interest in making you feel good.” He picked up a cloth and gently washed her skin. When he was done, he instructed her to stay put and soak while he took his own bath.

She watched him unabashedly from half lidded eyes. His body was so finely sculpted and powerful that she could look at it all day. She watched his muscles ripple under his skin, remembering the taste of him on her lips. “Another time, I’ll bathe you.”

“I’ll remember that.” He climbed out of his tub and flashed a roguish grin at her.

They dressed in the clothing they had worn yesterday, which had been washed and lay neatly folded on a chair. Gunnar held her hand as they walked through the busy colony in search of Taszim.