Alphas Unleashed (18 page)

His heart swelled with a possessive satisfaction as she obeyed him. He enjoyed watching her pink-tipped breasts sway and move as she settled back on her elbows in a half-raised position, her ass right at the edge of the table. He almost stopped breathing when her moon white thighs fell open to reveal the glistening pink folds. A delicate sea shell pink.
Fuck, she was beautiful.

With a groan he dropped to his knees between the open V of her legs. He reached out and brushed the spill of silvery hair from her shoulders just because he wanted to touch those gleaming strands again. He slid his hands down to her breasts and just held them for a moment. Then he squeezed and kneaded them, twisted and pinched her pebbled nipples. Selene whimpered and arched her body, revealing more of her hidden core. She pushed all that delicious pinkness toward him. Tempting him.

His mouth watered, but he tore his gaze away and back to her face. Her mouth had dropped open as her breathing turned more desperate. He let heat flood his fingertips as he played with her nipples, let out a tiny bit of sparking. She gasped and closed her eyes.

Her hard buds looked like berries. Rayez raised up and took one pink nipple into his mouth, sucked and savored it. Then turned to the other.

“Oh Rayez,” she whispered. Damn, he’d never get tired of hearing her say his name, especially like this.

He raked his hands down the length of her abdomen, massaged her flat stomach. Let his fingers brush the soft hair at the top of her mound, before stroking the soft insides of her thighs.

A breath hissed out of her. Her eyes were open again and watching him. The lavender in them had turned a deeper purple. “I want to touch you too.”

Rayez smiled. “You will.” Then he brushed a thumb back and forth across her opening, rubbed against her folds. She gasped again.

Damn, she was ready, slick with desire. He relished the slip and slide of his fingers over her silken insides. “You feel so good, Selene,” he murmured. “So wet, and hot. So ready.”

“Yes,” she panted, dropping back against the table. “Yes, I’m ready, so ready for you.” She reached for him, grasped his forearm and tugged. “Take me, take me now.”

“Not just yet.”

She responded with a desperate moan as she squirmed and writhed on the table. Like a tasty morsel for his taking. How good would she taste?

He brought his mouth down on her. Let his tongue swipe across the length of her in a good, firm lick. Damn. He pulled in a ragged breath. She tasted damn good.

“Oh, Rayez,” she sighed. “More, please more.”

He smiled against her soft curls and complied. He played her with his tongue, flicked and swirled, dipped into her hidden depths. He added his thumb and fingers to the mix, stroking and rubbing all around, the sensitive nub of her clit.

Selene’s thighs pressed against his head. Her constant barrage of high-pitched “yes” and “Oh,” dwindled to wordless desperate cries. Raw and primal, they pushed him over the edge. Need roared inside him, made his already swollen dick ache. Fuck, he was going to erupt like Old Faithful. He had to have her. Now.

He crawled over her body, until the head of his dick nestled against her, in her. Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Rayez, wait.”

“Why?”
Creator, he sounded desperate
.

“We need protection,” she said. “Can you magic up a condom?”

“I’m djinn and you’re human. We can’t share diseases,” he said.

Her tongue flicked out and swept over her lips. He groaned, but held still because of the worry still in her gaze.

“What about babies?”

“Djinn have to intentionally will it to procreate, less complicated that way,” he said. “So, we’ll just not think about babies.”

“Oh.”

“Any more questions?”

She blushed prettily and shook her head. Unfortunately, he had one. “You sure about this?”

“Oh God, yes.” He liked that the answer came at once, without hesitation. There was a whole damn lot he liked about Selene He met her gaze and slowly pushed into her.

A soft gasp escaped Selene as Rayez filled her emptiness, made her feel complete. She wrapped herself tightly around him, shifted to pull him in deeper.

“How does it feel?”

“Incredible.” She answered truthfully. “How does it feel for you?”

He smiled a slow, sexy smile at her. “Like I found paradise.”

Something inside her fluttered and melted. She stared into his eyes. Into the fathomless dark depths with twin hot, burning centers. Red and gold flames, with flickers of iridescent blue, mesmerized her.

God, he was freaking gorgeous, and sweet and into her. She felt herself falling, tumbling head over heels, for him. “Fuck me Rayez,” she said. “Fuck me hard.”

He pushed himself onto his arms, sliding his hard length almost out of her. She moaned at the delicious friction. He held her gaze through it all. “No, I’m going to make love to you.”

Before she had time to think or respond, he plunged deep inside her again. He drove himself over and over into her, as his mouth ravished her with hot kisses and careful bites in the crook of her neck, at her throat, and her breasts.

Selene bit his shoulder, sucked and tasted the salt of his skin. She held on as his repeated thrusts rocked loose the tightness insider her. Heat rolled through her, filled her every pore, made them expand and breath. She grew warmer and warmer as the rhythm changed, became more urgent. Long, drawn out sighs shuddered through her.

“Come for me, Selene,” he said, slamming inside her, deep, oh so deep, that he set off fireworks of pure sensation. She screamed his name and thought she heard him say hers over and over like a prayer. Then the orgasm ripped away all thought, all barriers. Their very skin and flesh and bones seemed to dissolve and float away. She sucked in a harsh breath as the world spun around her. She was free falling through time and space.

And then suddenly she fell back and landed into herself. Her world blurred and froze, then started restarted with a jerk.
No, oh God no
. A terrible, hot agony gripped her in its claws, shredded away her breath. All she knew was that agony. It mapped every inch of her skin, seeped into her bones and turned her soul into ashes. Selene screamed her throat hoarse.

Chapter 9

The orgasm lifted Rayez up like a wave and then brought him crashing down. Literally. He hit a hard surface, presumably the table, with a loud “Oof!”

The humans referred to earth moving sex with reverence, and the djinns compared it to a cosmic joining, becoming one with the universe. He’d never experienced anything close to that until Selene. Now he knew exactly what they meant.

A blood curdling scream shattered his euphoria. Selene? He shook his head to clear off the fog of satiation.

“What the fuck?” A startled exclamation in an unknown male voice added to his confusion. He could sense a fear edged hardness in the tone. “Stand up slowly with your hands in the air.”

Rayez’s head shot up. A large hulking man, in a suit, stood holding a gun pointed at them. The gun wouldn’t harm him or Selene, but the threat still brought out all his protective instincts. He’d kill the man for daring to threaten Selene.

He glanced down at her and received another shock. Fear and sadness, like he’d never seen before in her, bruised her eyes. What the heck? He magicked on some clothes and complied with the thug’s order to buy himself more time, to figure out what was happening, though it tore him to pieces to leave her exposed. The man gripped his gun with both hands and backed away a few spaces.

They were no longer in the apartment. Instead, they were in a study or workshop. Walls of river rock, polished dark wood trim and a humungous unlit fireplace hinted that whoever owned this place had expensive tastes and money.

Selene lay spread-eagled and bound to a cot. Innumerable cuts, some old and some new, slashed across her pretty skin. Tears leaked from her eyes in a constant stream. “Leave,” she urged him in a roughened whisper. “I’m so sorry about this. Leave before he gets you too.”

Leave? His throat went bone dry. Somehow sex had transported them, unified Selene’s two selves. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, leave. He needed to get both of them out of here. Now.

A tall, thin man with silver hair and patrician features, stepped out from the shadows, from behind an imposing desk littered with papers and more books. Power emanated from him, and filled the room. He must have been working a sealing spell because now an invisible barrier thickened the air like a shield. It felt solid and dark, with the oiliness of evil and Rayez instinctively knew he couldn’t just whisk them away any more. A sinking, drowning, sensation hit his gut. Fuck.

“Interesting development,” the man said as if talking about something mundane. Without bothering to look away, he added, “Sam, aim for her head. Any sudden moves from him, shoot.”

“Yes, sir,” the thug answered. Rayez immediately threw up an invisible barrier in front of Selene.

The older gentleman laughed. “So protective,” he said. “That’s sweet.”

Rayez’s heart clenched tighter and tighter as the man stalked closer like a hungry predator. Heat poured off him, raising the temperature of the room degree by degree. “Warren, I presume?”

“Yes. A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Rayez,” the man flashed him a practiced smile. One that didn’t reach the cold calculating blue eyes set in his square-jawed, finely-lined face.

“Well done, Selene,” Warren said, with a smug smile. “I would have preferred him sealed in a bottle, but you get points for creative delivery.”

A choked sob came from behind Rayez, knifed into his heart. He couldn’t stand that she was tied up and completely helpless. Knew she hated being so vulnerable. He focused his will and flames sparked on her ropes, burned through them. They died before they touched her skin.

Selene sat up, pulling her knees up to her chin. She rubbed her chaffed skin where the ropes had been. “Thank you.”

“Ah, so you’re a fire djinn. Nice,” satisfaction oozed in Warren’s voice. He loosened his tie and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. Sweat slicked his skin. “I will enjoy owning you.” He pulled out a bottle from his suit pocket. A red glass bottled patterned with gold lines on all sides. Elegant. And a prison. Warren pulled the cork from it with a resounding “pop!”

Anger flared inside Rayez, made his power soar until he burst into flames. Hot blue fire raced along his skin, ready to burn. He shot out a lightning fast bolt of flame.

Warren shouted out an oath and a spell. He threw up an invisible shield. The fire and the shield canceled each other out. “Rayez, son of the Marid, I name you and bind you to this bottle.”

“Last I heard, witches were susceptible to burning.” Rayez advanced throwing more fire power at Warren. Anything to keep him from completing the binding.

For a time, both djinn and mage were at a standstill. One throwing flames, the other working spells to avoid being burnt. Then a gunshot and shriek made them freeze.

Rayez had totally forgotten about the thug. He’d also dropped the barrier protecting Selene to deal with Warren. Shit. He whipped around toward her. She stood clutching the fleshy part of her left arm and blood dripped from between her fingers. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Amar, amar, amar. Jhannkannananamutterfutter dhoom!”

“Don’t worry about me,” Selene shouted, darting toward the desk. The thug shot at her repeatedly but she managed to dodge behind it. The bullets thudded into the heavy wood.
Smart girl
.

“Rayez, son of the Marid, I name you and bind you to this bottle,” Warren started the second repetition. Rayez responded by throwing a blindingly bright blue flame at Warren. The bastard barely danced out of the way, shouting, “Amar, amar, amar. Jhannkannananamutterfutter dhoom!”

Fuck. One more repeat and he’d be powerless against him. Rayez threw more flames while blinking out and appearing right next to the thug. The man yelled and swung the gun around and pointed it at him. He didn’t have time for this shit. He nailed the thug with a wicked right cross and knocked him out. He melted the gun for good measure.

“Rayez, son of the Marid—

Now to take care of Warren.

“I bind you to this bottle. Amar—

This time he aimed for the widest part of the witch. The entire torso, from his thick shoulders to the soft, just spreading belly. Warren’s eyes widened in panic as he threw himself out of the way.

A pained curse rang into the room as he landed on his arm. The bottle flew out of his hand and hit the hard stone floor, breaking into hundreds of red and gold pieces.

Rayez grinned at Warren who was just lying there, muttering some nonsense. He would kill the bastard now. He deserved to die for abusing Selene and Cade. Alarm gripped him when he couldn’t take a single step. In fact, he couldn’t move at all. “What did you do?”

Warren staggered to his feet, holding his left arm at an odd angle. His nice suit was torn and scorched in places, his hair mussed up, the man looked worse for wear, but his gaze shone with triumph. “A freezing spell,” he said. “Rayez, son of the Marid, I name you and bind you to myself. Amar, amar, amar. Jhannkannananamutterfutter dhoom!”

Rayez’s blood ran cold. A soul to soul binding was the worst. It was hard on the magic user, but once completed the djinn was enslaved for the witch’s life. Literally, till death do us part.