Carinian's Seeker (7 page)

Carin had no idea how long he’d actually been tailing her, and he’d sure as hell make sure she never found out. Every night since she’d become his target, he’d done nothing but dream about those legs wrapped around his waist as he buried his dick deep in her body. His mind was constantly filled with the thought of Carin’s smooth, warm flesh glowing sweetly as she lay in front of the fireplace in his home, her hair in a wild tangle as she rode him hard, taking him fully inside her tight heat.

He’d enjoyed kissing her, but knew when they finally made love it would be mind-blowing. And they would indeed make love. Addicting, hot and fulfilling love. Before he could stop himself, his legs carried him across the room to stand right behind her tall metal stool.

His fingers found several knots in both her shoulders and the tender muscles stretched tight from her neck to the base of her skull. She sighed with pleasure, lifted her eyes away from the microscope and let her head fall forward as Bix worked on her. The breathy quality of her moans wrapped around his cock and squeezed. He shifted uncomfortably as his swelling flesh strained against the zipper of his pants.
Resistance is futile
, he thought, leaning forward to bury his nose in her hair where the clean scents of rosemary and peppermint made his cock jump. So much for dinner. He needed more than a nice meal right now. He needed some hot, wet woman. This one in particular.

“Carin?” he breathed harshly, his fingers still digging into her neck muscles.

“Mmmm?” she responded lethargically, not bothering to look up.

“Is there any tape around here?”

“On the desk over there.” She motioned lazily across the room. A smile inched up one side of his mouth when she groaned at the departure of his talented fingers from her tired muscles.

With a roll of tape and a piece of paper he covered up the small window on the lab door, slid the deadbolt home and returned to the delicious sight of Carin, legs spread on her stool, eyes closed with her chin on her chest. His fingers eased back to her shoulders and kneaded the flesh there.

He was unworthy of her trust, knew she had no idea why he was really here in San Diego. But when she shrugged out of her lab coat and let it fall to the floor, his strength of will flew out the nearest window. He couldn’t have forced himself away from her tempting body if he’d wanted to. Carin’s pristine white jacket pooled on top of his boots, and when she leaned her head to the side, baring her neck to him, a long, deep groan rippled down from his chest and vibrated a path to the underside of his balls. Damn, he was toast.

He let his thoughts run free, not bothering with any shields or precautions. Instead he wanted her to understand, to see and feel how much he longed to strip off her blouse so he could tease her bare skin. Her breath hitched when his fingers teased her throat then moved to unbutton her top. The blouse joined the lab coat on the floor and his heightened senses felt her body infuse with heat as his head dipped forward over her shoulder so his lips could travel across the length of her collarbone. She reached back and buried her hands in his hair. His head moved in an erotic dance as his chin pressed into the stiff, sore muscles of her neck between erotic nips and kisses.

The scent of her body wafted up to tickle his nose and her blood called to him. His tongue flicked out to taste and tease her sensitive skin, and her passion blossomed under his knowing touch. Quiet sighs a thing of the past, she moaned constantly now, her back pressed tight against his chest as he nibbled and sucked all the little erogenous zones on her neck and shoulders. His hands roamed at will and pleasure pooled deep in his loins when her tight abs jumped and fluttered under the pads of his fingers. Pleasure-pain caused his eyes to drift closed when her hands tightened at his scalp and pulled his mouth more firmly against her neck. Her flesh was sweet, smooth, like the richest chocolate.

Her pebbled nipples reached out to him as he explored her lush body. He wasn’t sure where he got the ability to hesitate, but hesitate he did. Even when Carin’s hips squirmed on the edge of her lab stool and her sweet faint moans became needy whimpers, he wouldn’t touch her breasts. Suddenly the act of touching a woman there had never seemed more intimate. He wanted to brand her, mark her, but he needed something else first. Something he’d always assumed with every other female.

“I need your permission, sweetheart.”

“You have it. Please…please touch me.”
She guided his palm away from her stomach and up to her swollen, tempting breasts. Caught up in the escalating pleasure as deeply as Bix, she hadn’t even flinched at communicating psychically.

“You’re going to be mine, baby. After this, you’re mine alone.”

“Mmmm, yes,”
she purred as he turned her around on her stool to face him.

Bix eased Carin’s knees open and stepped between them. He lifted her from the stool and groaned when her legs automatically encircled his waist. He walked with her hot core centered directly over his throbbing erection all the way to the back of the lab to the door she hadn’t bothered to open for him earlier.

Bix pressed her hard up against the door, taking her mouth in a brutal kiss until she gasped and squirmed in his arms. Her desperate plea echoed in his head when he set her to the floor on shaky legs.

“Don’t you dare let me fall on my ass.”

Her telepathic words were as shaky as the fingers trying to fit the key into the lock. While she frantically searched for the correct one he lowered his lips with one thought in mind—drive her insane with desire. He caressed the full globes of her ass and she empathically reached for him with a longing so openly wild it made total chaos of any remaining sanity. By the time she got the lock open, he wanted nothing more than to run to the bed, strip her bare and spread her wide.

He crowded her inside, closed and locked the door behind them. She moved around the small room, flipped on a couple of soft lamps, and pulled the covers back on the bed. And he was on her heels every step of the way. Never stopped touching her. Never stopped stroking her. He just couldn’t help himself. Her body and soul enchanted him. Her blood called to his with such strength, it scalded his veins as it pumped through his body, craving to mix with hers.

Bix tortured himself by slowly stripping her where she stood. Very slowly. Every bit of skin he exposed made him swallow convulsively. Every moan and intake of breath was precious to him. She was projecting her emotions again. He was glad to know she’d pushed aside any anger at his unexpected arrival, or apprehension about his special abilities, and given in to her need. Her need to be filled, to be taken…to be loved? No, she still fought that one. But he was a patient man.

With an arm under her knees, Bix lifted her up against his chest. Her fingers eased under his coat and slid over the muscles covered by his white silk shirt. His skin caught fire. Bix didn’t miss the wicked gleam in her eye nor the self-satisfied smile when his pec muscles jumped and twitched under her touch. Eyes on Carin, he tossed her into the middle of the bed with a bounce, sending several of the plump pillows flying. He unlaced and toed off his boots without ever taking his gaze off her, allowing his burning need to zing from his eyes to hers with laser accuracy. Carin stretched and preened while he watched her rub her bare arms and legs against the bedding. Mmm, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

He growled like the hunter he was when Carin went still as a statue, her full attention on the movement of his fingers as the black leather trench dropped to the dark blue carpet in a pile. Button by button, his shirt parted to reveal more and more of his body. His golden skin glowed in the dim light, and she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from the muscles bunching and releasing with each movement. The shirt was laid neatly at the foot of the bed before he turned to let her look her fill.

He ran his hands over his flushed skin, tweaked his own nipples, and licked his lips while he pinned her with a sensual stare. The man was such a tease, but a beautiful tease. His chest was baby smooth, with not even a light sprinkling of hair. God how she wanted to feel that skin, stretched over such perfectly developed muscles, sliding against hers. And he was moving too damned slow. Carin sighed with relief when he finally unbuckled his belt, followed by the button and zipper holding his trousers closed. He spread the top of his pants, buried his hand inside and stroked himself, keeping his silver-streaked eyes on her face.

Carin held her breath as the garment was pushed over his trim waist, down his powerful legs to settle on the floor. A nice-fitting pair of black silk boxers was left behind. The guy obviously liked black. She couldn’t blame him, he looked damned good in it. Ooh, he had such a tight ass. Taut and perfectly rounded. And his legs were to die for. Legs even a woman would be jealous of. They were heavily muscled, smooth and lightly tanned, just like the rest of him.

His boxers hit the floor and Carin gulped. Oh my GOD. Her heart rate had been beyond elevated the moment he kissed her, but it was nothing compared to the thrumming in her chest at the sight of Bix’s impressive cock. Thick, ridged with veins and pulsing with a life of its own, it was so hard and long it tapped against the planes of his stomach. Despite being concerned about his girth, Carin’s mouth watered at the thought of what he tasted like. Soaking wet, she wondered for a second if her pussy and her mouth were having some kind of contest to see which could get wetter the fastest. Again, his hands found his stiff rod and stroked. She moaned as his thoughts pushed into her mind and her head filled with the pleasure he felt as his hand moved up and down his hardness.

He released his cock and Carin watched it bob up and down as he approached the bed. His movements were sinuous and sleek. Oh Lord, he was doing the predator thing, and it was so damned sexy she stayed there on her back, lifted her legs up in the air and purred like a lioness in heat. He kneeled between her thighs on all fours, and leaned down to take her mouth in a wild openmouthed kiss that left her panting and hungry.

She shivered from the inside out when Bix lowered his head and feasted on the underside of her breasts, nudging the full globes with his chin and nose, taking in her scent as he moved over her body. Carin arched against his mouth, fingers tangled in his thick midnight hair. She wanted him to gobble her up. To take every bit of her into himself. Never in her life had she wanted to be devoured like she wanted it right now.

Bix cherished every moan, every shudder. Her reaction to his touch overwhelmed him. He could hear her, smell her,
feel
her. And it made the tasting that much more acute, deep. He loved knowing how much she wanted his hands, mouth and tongue all over her. Focusing on her breast, wrapping his lips around the crown, he pulled it deep into the heat of his mouth. After one taste, he was like a starving man. Couldn’t get enough of her sweet Hershey’s Kiss nipples.

While he licked, tasted and lavished attention on her swollen, full globes, Bix rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against the slick, pink folds of her pussy. He shook with his own need, but no matter how great his want, her pleasure came first. As his mate, it would always be this way.

As gently as he was able, he slid the sensitive head into her creaming opening. She was amazingly tight. The feeling of her honeyed walls squeezing him was exquisite and sent his senses reeling. The sound of her aroused panting inflamed his own desire as he pushed slowly into her hot, warm sheath, inch by torturous inch.

The sleek caress of her sheath told him she hadn’t given herself to many men. Hell, she gripped him so hard if not for the absence of a hymen, he would have thought she was a virgin. Well, he might not be the first to take her, but damn it, he would be the last. The feelings of possessiveness and desire were headier than any he could remember in all his long years. Her smooth, cinnamon thighs were spread wide in invitation when her body suddenly stiffened beneath him. Bix looked down at her face and froze.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and he could feel her warring with herself, trying not to tense. There was no true pain, but she projected a slight stinging sensation as her body stretched to accommodate him. He knew he was a large man and a distraction was probably a good idea right about now.

His lips moved softly over hers, then over her ear, coaxing her out of her fear with words so erotic she blushed.

“Carin, you taste so good. I love the sweet heady scent of your pussy. It calls to me, begs me to sink my tongue inside and feast on your dewy center. God, I want you so bad, baby, I can barely control myself.”

When he returned to her mouth he dove right in and kissed the care right out of her head. The tickle of his teeth scraping back and forth along the sweat-slickened skin of her throat caused a delicious shiver to work its way through her body and infuse into his.

He barely managed to maintain control over his body, but his fangs? Hell, there was no controlling them at all. They just plain wouldn’t listen to him and extended with a mind of their own. He hoped she wouldn’t notice the sharp incisors, because heaven help him, he couldn’t stop now. He felt her wonder at the pleasure-pain of the little scratches and revel in the ripples of pleasure they sent down her spine. Pleasure she wanted to experience again and again.

“Is he…biting me? Mmm, I like it.”

The second he heard those thoughts form in her head, Bix obliged and let his fangs scrape lightly across the column of her neck. Questing fingers slipped down to play in the close-cropped curls of her mound, then after a few torturous moments, drifted lower to skim over and around her clit. There was no ability to think at all now. The shared rush built and hummed, sending a blush from the cheeks of her face clear down to the cheeks of her ass.

Bix chose that moment to push fully inside and settle to the hilt. The slick walls of her sheath were agonizingly tight around his hard cock. The pressure was exquisite, squeezing him on all sides of his staff until the blood pulsed through the veins twined around it. He gritted his teeth and forced his body to remain still to allow her a moment to get used to his girth.