Captured & Seduced (27 page)

Ry turned to Camryn. She swallowed, the smooth line of her throat attracting his avid gaze. The desire to see her black hair loose and flowing around her shoulders was like one of Talor’s compulsions. He slipped his hands behind her head to remove the leather tie Mogens had given her, and with great satisfaction, he watched the fragrant locks fall free. Leaning down, he buried his nose in the scented strands, breathing deep. He’d never, never tire of her spicy, piquant scent.

“We need to get you in the sanitizer unit.” The street dirt and dung clung to her clothes, smelly but not lessening his need of her.

A snooty gasp escaped her. “Are you telling me I stink? Such gratitude. And after I saved you too.”

Ry suppressed his amusement and didn’t bite back.
Bite
. Devil take it, he’d love to take a bite or two. His cock swelled to press insistently against his trews, and impatient to get to his berth, he swept her into his arms, exiting the tender with rapid steps. His boots thudded on the metallic floor of the frigate, beating in time with his heart. It was a quick trip to his cabin. He shouldered his way inside and kicked the door shut with his boot before setting Camryn on his bed.

Without moving his gaze from her, he tugged off his boots and made short work of removing hers as well. Their clothes landed haphazardly on the floor. He switched on the sanitizer unit and pushed Camryn inside. She sat on his bed while he took his turn to refresh.

Then his stingy store of patience gave out. He crawled onto the bed, crushing her into the firm mattress and claiming her mouth while he cuffed her wrists above her head with his hands. It had been too long since they’d been together. Way too long.

He tried to take it slow. He really did. With his tongue he outlined her mouth. He pressed his lips to hers, savoring the tart spiciness and softness, the way she pressed as close as possible. His heart thudded, pounding against his ribs, and he was lost in a wash of sensations.

Heat. Scents. Her quick breathing.

His skin itched, his back and chest prickling enough to make him uncomfortable.

“Oh,” she gasped, wriggling to free her hands so she could explore his body. “I have to touch you.”

“Soon.” Yes. He needed her touch. Desperately. Her fingers kneaded his pectoral muscles, clutched his biceps and he shivered, the pleasure more intense than it had ever been. He stroked one breast, and he took pleasure in the way her nipple tightened at his touch. The scent of their arousal filled the air, pushing him even higher.

It was hot. Fast. Scary even.

His mouth fastened around her nipple, and he sucked hard in the way she liked. She bucked against him, her cry of pleasure echoing through his chamber.

He needed to taste her. Now. Urgency propelled Ry down the bed. Roughly, he parted her legs and lifted her to his mouth. His tongue raked the length of her slit, gathering her cream. Camryn moaned, her brown eyes closing while soft color suffused her cheeks. He lapped at her entrance, the rasp of his tongue making her quiver. The taste of her rushed across his taste buds. The rough sound that escaped Camryn spurred him on, and he trembled when his tongue slid across her swollen bud.

“I think about this, about being with you all the time. With you I’m powerless,” he confessed, sharing what was in his heart. He loved making her sigh and groan and shudder with desire. It made him feel powerful and important. Escalated need clawed him, and he realized how much he ached for her, ached for this. His tongue stabbed inside her core while his fingers teased her higher.

“No more, Ry. Please,” she begged. “Inside me. Now.”

“I live to please you, sweet.” Instinct guided Ry. He flipped her over so she rested on her stomach and arranged her until she balanced on all fours. A pleasurable shudder racked him, the ache in his balls one of savage demand. Ry smoothed his hand over the rounded cheeks of her ass then pushed into her. Watching his cock disappear into her hot, wet flesh was the sexiest thing. The grip of her flesh and the way she gloved him so tight was miraculous. His growl of pleasure reverberated between them.

“Camryn, I wish you could see this, our flesh joining.”

“Describe it for me. Make me see.”

“First, I watched my cock disappear as I impaled you. When I pushed inside, I started to feel your flesh parting to let me inside then the way you pulse around me, squeezing and massaging my shaft. It feels amazing.”

“What else?” she whispered.

Ry wished he could see her face. This position felt too good to move though, and he leaned over, brushed the dark hair from her shoulder to press his lips to the leopard tattoo on her back. Her sheath spasmed around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically. It felt damn good so he repeated the move, scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin and rasping the sting away with a lap of his tongue.

“Each time I pull out, I can see my cock shiny with your juices. It’s sexy knowing you want me, that you’re welcoming me into your body. I like the easy glide into your body. I want to go slow, but the massage of your channel against my shaft feels so damn good. I want to do it again and again. Faster and faster,” he whispered into her ear.

Camryn pushed against him, taking each gliding thrust and demanding more, as if his words made her hot. Voicing his feelings sure made him hot. Ry withdrew, moving back enough to see his glistening cock and pushed back into her, the firm slide of her flesh against his bringing exquisite pleasure. Unable to help himself, he quickened his strokes. Pleasure roared through him with each hard thrust, each touch.

The liquid sound of arousal competed with Camryn’s ragged sighs and the roar building in his throat. He gripped her hips and thrust, each smooth glide of his cock driving him toward climax. Ry slipped one finger between her legs, stroking across slippery folds and teasing the small knot of nerves that gave her pleasure.

“Yes,” she whispered, her breathing shallow, labored. “Keep talking.”

“Your sighs and the demands of your body drive me to speed. I start thinking about biting your flesh to give you greater pleasure.” Giving in to temptation Ry leaned over to scrape his teeth over the crook of her shoulder and neck. He felt the convulsive clutch of her inner muscles, the shiver and tensing, heard her sweet moan of pleasure. With her flesh gripping and releasing him so exquisitely, he shafted her hard and fast. The electrifying sensation of orgasm rushed up from his balls and he exploded, the velvet heat of her quim milking his cock.

Chest heaving, his nostrils flared, their combined scents pleased him. Without haste he pulled away, separating their clammy bodies. The feline part of him snarled in displeasure when their bodies parted. Sighing, he tugged Camryn’s petite frame against his chest. Pushing the silken curtain of hair from her neck, he licked and laved the area where he’d bitten her.

Camryn stiffened against him, her breath catching. “Oh heck.”

Ry stilled, the human part of him appalled at the red mark he’d made on her delicate skin. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said, regret throbbing in his low voice.

“No.” Camryn turned in his arms and peered earnestly into his face. “No, you didn’t hurt me.” She brushed the hair from his face. “Lick me again.”

He lapped across the reddened flesh, across the slight indentation where his teeth had sunk deep. There was no blood. No angry wound.

“Ooh,” she whispered, and he watched in amazement as pleasure deepened the brown of her eyes. A delicate flush colored her cheeks.

Her enjoyment ignited desire in him again. He dipped his head to kiss her, pushing his tongue between her parted lips, tasting her, and collecting her soft, breathy sigh before it gained substance. With one hand, he tugged at a nipple and pinched it between his fingers, wanting to drag another sweet sigh from her. No sigh this time, but she clutched him, stroking her hand over his back. The score of her fingernails went straight to his balls. His cock pulled tight, urgency pushing him again.

But this time he didn’t want to risk hurting her. He wanted Camryn to set the pace, or as much as he could cede control to her. This thing between them burned out of control. He couldn’t talk to Mogens anymore. Instead, he took each day one at a time and tried to work things out as he went—the way he’d handled things since his feline had materialized and thrown his life into turmoil.

One day at a time.

He flipped over to his back and took Camryn with him, surprising a yelp out of her.

“What?” Her black hair fell forward to screen her expression.

“Your move.”

Camryn laughed and tucked her hair behind her ears, baring her neck to his gaze. “I know how to ride.”

The need to see her rising above him, the delightful thrust of her breasts while she pleasured them both rippled through him. “Prove it.”

Without hesitation, she straddled his legs. He thought she’d sink onto his cock but she leaned over him and nipped his chest. He jumped, relaxing only when she soothed where she’d bitten him with her tongue. Her touch, the scrape of fingernails across his nipple and the graze of teeth drove him high, tightening his balls and lengthening his cock. He trembled, needing her to hurry but contrarily enjoying the care she took with him. In the past, sex had always been quick. Necessary. Furtive even because the loss of control to the feline had shamed him. It had been a means to an end—something to soothe his hormones and allow him to function in a semi-normal manner.

This was different. More. Much better.

Joy wrapped up with teasing and lazy satisfaction. With Camryn he savored sex. It meant something more than appeasing his feline. He felt a connection.

Camryn moved down his body, touching and petting him until purrs of pleasure erupted. Another new thing that had arrived with Camryn. He’d never purred before. She took his cock into her mouth, and his breath caught, the heat unbearably good. Quick flicks of her tongue kindled an inferno. His belly quivered and drops of pre-cum leaked from his slit. She licked them away, tormenting another bout of purrs from him. Laughter filled her, the sound reverberating through his cock and propelling him toward pleasure.

“Enough,” he complained.

Aw, poor kitty. Can’t cope with the teasing.

Ry growled and she just laughed. The wet rasp of her tongue teased the sensitive underside of his swollen shaft. Her fingers stroked his tight sac while she sucked and drove him into a frenzy of need. A rough rumble vibrated in his chest as he attempted to hold himself in check.

To his relief she stopped persecuting him, the heat of arousal in her cheeks telling Ry it was twin-edged torture. Lifting above him, she guided his cock to her and sank down, enveloping him with her heat. His heart skipped a beat as he concentrated on sensations, the moment.

“That feels good. Real good.” Ry let his fingers drift across her knee. She looked so beautiful, rising and falling above him, her head tossed back, black hair flowing across her naked shoulders.

“Feels pretty good on my end too.”

He caught the blaze of happiness simmering in her eyes before she closed them, before his gaze drifted to her breasts. They bounced lightly with every move, her apricot-colored nipples drawing his attention. He reached up to pinch one and she swayed toward him with a slow, purposeful move that smoked his insides. Gradually she increased her pace, her breathing harsh. Her skin glowed with perspiration, a rough sound of animal enjoyment slipping from her throat.

“I thought I was the kitty,” he murmured.

Her brown eyes opened and narrowed, the shifting light making her appear feline. Ry blinked and the impression receded. Camryn moved rapidly, distracting him from the thought as flesh slapped flesh in a sensual dance.

“Ry,” she sobbed out his name, slumping forward and coming apart in his arms.

Ry held her for an instant before flipping her onto her back. He thrust hard until his climax neared. The soothing stroke of her hand across the swirling tattoos on his back finished him off, shooting him into an intense orgasm. With his eyes squeezed shut, he relished the clinging feminine flesh, the glide of her fingers across his back and her seductive scent. He nuzzled her neck, breathing her spicy aroma deep into his lungs. His nostrils flared and he dipped his head to brush a kiss across her mouth.

His woman. He knew they belonged—now all he had to do was convince her.

“So where’s this book you mentioned?” Camryn asked, twirling her fingers through his dark hair. She tugged to emphasize her question.

With a sigh, Ry reached into the hidden alcove below his bed. He pulled out two cloth-covered parcels. Even though he couldn’t read the contents of the book or open the mystery container, he’d kept them, instinct telling him they were important. He unwrapped the first and studied the leather-bound notebook with new eyes.

“The last time I opened this to read, the ink disappeared. After three pages disappeared, I decided to stop reading. I haven’t opened it since.”

Ry smoothed his hand over the cover, noticing the fine tremor with a faint frown. The unease he’d felt on holding the book last time had disappeared. Either that or his memory was faulty. Holding the book brought a rush of other memories—of Talor’s betrayal. And Meghan—her perfidy had hurt most of all.

“Are you worried about the words disappearing again?”

“I…no. Just thinking about Talor.”

“He’s not worth the time or energy.” Her dark eyes glowed and answering heat flared to life inside Ry. “Look at the book.”

Although Talor hadn’t mentioned the book, he must have suspected Ry had taken it along with the currency. Nervous tension thrummed through him, and he wiped his palms on his bare legs, took a deep breath and started to open to the middle of the book.

“Wait!” Camryn slapped his hand away. “Shouldn’t you open the book at the first page? Didn’t you say the words disappeared? The start of a book is the introduction. The important stuff is in the middle and toward the end.”

“I knew there was a good reason for bringing you along.” Besides the fact he couldn’t bear being parted from her.

“Because I’m smart,” she shot back. “You detest stupid people.”