Carinian's Seeker (8 page)

“Oh yes, this is what I want,”
she crooned silently. His woman wanted to be full to bursting with his cock. To be well and truly sexed. Done up, done right. Heat ravaged his body where their skin touched, where he filled her. Shaking with urgency, Carin gasped roughly against his throat, pressing steamy, openmouthed kisses against his Adam’s apple as Bix swallowed convulsively. But the little knot at his throat was the only thing moving.

“Bix,” she whispered against his skin, holding him tight, her arms and legs wrapped around his taut body. “Oh, Bix. Baby, please.”

He didn’t reply. Couldn’t form the words against the barrage of sensation traveling from his cock to his brain, down to his toes and back. God, she felt so good stretched around his straining erection. His body was tense, every muscle tight. Sweat ran down the sides of his face to weave a trail of moisture down his neck and chest. The rocks of his biceps trembled with the effort of staying still. But he would cut off his arm before he hurt Carin.

“Damn it, Bix. Move, please.”

Instead he pressed his lips together and ground his back teeth.

“Lord, if you didn’t move soon I’ll blow a gasket,” she yelled this time, urging him to stroke deep inside her body. Instead, he let her feel his need, his urgency, and the iron grip he exerted over himself to make sure this was enjoyable for her. She needed to understand how much her pleasure meant to him.

Strong, warm fingers caressed his bulging arms and up to the solid, flexing pecs of his chest. Her fingers left little patterns in the sweat pouring over his skin. She pulled him down to her until her nipples stabbed into his chest, sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire torso. Suddenly, Carin stretched up as much as she was able and sank her teeth into his neck where the thick muscles met his shoulder.

The second she clamped down on his neck a shaken growl made its way out of his throat and he threw his head back on a loud yell. Something primitive, primal snapped and sent him careening over the edge. She didn’t have the apparatus to pierce his skin, but the sensation of her biting, licking and sucking him in that sacred spot made him hotter ‘n hell. So hot, the beads of moisture on his skin threatened to sizzle and steam like drops of water tossed into an overheated dry skillet. He couldn’t have kept still a second longer if she’d begged him to.

He eased his throbbing cock slowly out of her, then slammed home. Her cries of pleasure pulled hard at his already slipping control. Her words were wild, untamed, telling him what she wanted him to do to her, and how hard and long she wanted it. Her body twisted and wrapped around his, gave him pleasure, and took much more. Carin’s hips rose to meet his as she tugged and yanked on his hair, spurring him on.

“Harder, Bix,” she pleaded, half out of her mind. Her chest heaved, her breathing heavy and labored. “More, baby. Oh, yes, give it to me.”

Damn, she was sexy and hot for him. Only for him. How could he not give her what she wanted? Hard, fast, then harder still. One hand held her hip firmly against his groin as he plunged inside. He arched his body and buried his nose between her lovely breasts. The sound of her heart thundering underneath the plump orbs was hypnotic. Her blood. He could smell it, almost taste it. The urge to bite her, to savor the sweet nectar of her body, and then lick her from neck to knees was almost unbearable.

No teeth, no teeth! Oh shit!
He clamped his lips closed and tasted blood on his tongue. His blood.

She met him thrust for thrust, pounding against him. Her slick, cream-coated pussy tightened and fluttered, milking him. Taking him. Her sweet channel had a vise grip on his engorged cock. If she squeezed any tighter he’d just give up the ghost and die. Panting out his pleasure, he pushed deeper and felt the ring of her cervix encircle him. His pants became growls. Bix went buck wild. Dominated her in their loving.

“Yes, take me.”

He reached down, his finger unerringly finding her thick, sensitive clit. The little bundle of swollen nerves pulsed under his questing fingers. He rubbed, tugged and stroked until she was delirious with pleasure. Until he was more than aware that every muscle between her toes and her head pulled tight, then tighter still as she strained against the pressure of the orgasm building within her core.

The spring snapped and she came on a scream. Bix, his balls drawn up against his body, was right behind her. He exploded in molten release, his thick load rocketing against her womb.

It was an endless loop of built and shattered ecstasy, both physical and psychic. His pleasure streaked through him, slammed into her, and back again, over and over until they were blinded with the sheer joy of it. In all his long years, he couldn’t remember anything quite like being with Carin. And he hadn’t even taken her blood yet. The thought of what that would be like made him dizzy all over again.

When his eyes regained the ability to focus, Bix just couldn’t bear to part with this woman. He rolled with her to one side of the mattress, still planted firmly inside her sweet treasure. The thick comforter at the foot of the bed was pulled over them and they settled into the plump pillows. Even when he could finally make himself pull out of her warm body, Carin remained sprawled on his chest, clinging sweetly to him as he stroked her back and placed light kisses at her temple. Together, they floated in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

After long moments, Bix finally spoke softly against her cooling skin.

“How long have you been psychic?”

“Psychic? I’m not sure if you can call it that,” she whispered on a sated sigh.

“There are different types of psychic abilities. Some people can detect thoughts. Others are empathic and can feel other people’s emotions. Which one are you?”

“Well”—she yawned—“I’ve always had a kind of sixth sense. Sometimes I can pick up people’s feelings. But until I met you I couldn’t hear them speaking in my head. Earlier, when you were leaving the lab you spoke to me in my mind, then ducked out before I could ask you about it. How did you do that?”

Bix didn’t answer right away, needing to know a little bit more about where she stood on her abilities. Just because she had them didn’t mean she accepted them. “Did anyone ever try to help you develop your ability?”

“Are you kidding? Puh-lease. I learned to keep it quiet, especially growing up. People thought I was weird. By the way, handsome,” she crooned, stroking a single finger across a flat male nipple, “you didn’t answer my question.”

“How did I speak to you in your head? Well, I have a little bit of psychic ability, too.” He left out the part about her being able to hear his thoughts because of their newly forming bond.

“But I’ve never been able to hear anyone’s words in my head before, Bix.”

He changed the subject. “Why did you bite me?” he asked, dropping a kiss on the side of her face.

“I don’t know,” she replied quietly, honestly. She tilted her head to the side, pondering, as if she didn’t understand it herself. “It just kind of felt right. Is that okay?”

“Baby, you have no idea,” he drawled, lowering his mouth to hers. He nibbled on her bottom lip before sucking the plump cherry, then rolled her onto her back and slid home in one smooth stroke. Bix was sure the loving would be easy, slow and tender this time. After all, he’d been sated, right? Wrong. With each slide into Carin’s wet folds, a coal-hot spark shot straight from his dick to his fangs. And the more he sank into her body, the more powerful came the need to join with her, to bond mind, body, blood and soul.

He couldn’t stay easy and slow with her. His thrusts came faster and harder. The writhing, panting woman with her smooth cocoa legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on didn’t help. He looked down to where the skin of her calves brushed against his thigh. The contrast between her beautiful dark skin and his fairer golden hues was stunningly sensual and strongly erotic. Her pussy fluttered around him and her calves pushed into the meat of his ass, pulling him deeper.

“I love it when you lose it inside of me. Come with me, baby,”
she cried into his thoughts.

And lose it, he did. Taking her just as deep and hard as the first time. She exploded around him, bathed him with her juices as her pussy tightened and flexed so strongly it felt like she would rip off his dick if he pulled out too fast. The woman milked his come right out of his balls until it blasted against her cervix with such intensity his vision blurred.

Damn, would he ever have the strength to leave her lush body? He sure as hell hoped not.

Chapter Seven

Carin awoke in the dark. She stretched, then winced as muscles she’d forgotten were capable of becoming sore protested her movements. She rolled to her side, her hands roaming over the cooling sheets where Bix had lain. His natural masculine scent greeted her, but he did not.

Why had he left her? She couldn’t help feeling disappointment at finding him gone. She thought he’d enjoyed their little tryst. She snorted to herself as she sat up and snapped on the lamp. Well apparently not.

She rose, padded out of the bedroom and into the bathroom next door. There, taped to the glass shower stall, was a note. She snatched it down and felt her cheeks heat. Her lips parted in a wide grin as she read it.

Sweetheart,

Had to run out and get some work done on another project. Thank you for a fabulous dinner. I have no regrets that we never got around to eating it. I wrapped everything back up and put it in your little fridge. Enjoy. It’s Thai. You’re something special. Can’t think of a single evening I’ve enjoyed more in a long, long time. I’ll see you again very soon.

Always,

Bix

PS—Charles gave me the spare set of keys to your lab. I made sure I locked up on the way out. Wouldn’t do for someone to step in and see all that sweet, beautiful skin of yours.

Boy, does the man have a way with words,
she thought as she folded the note and laid it on the small counter next to the equally small sink. She hopped into the shower with a lot more pep in her step. Since he hadn’t hit it and run, maybe they could spend time…whoa, stop right there and hold the door. Regardless of the weird connection between them, it was still just sex.

In college there’d been no frat parties, no nights out with the girls, not if she wanted to finish her doctorate early. In between the death of her mother and grandmother she’d foolishly indulged in a disastrous relationship with a womanizing idiot. After a devastating and painful end, she’d given up trying to decipher men and focus on school at the same time. As a result she’d earned her bachelor’s in medical science by age twenty and gone on to complete her Master’s and PhD, all in less than ten years. All by herself.

A lonely road to say the least, but even now she couldn’t afford to get all tooty over the man or try to recapture all the fun she’d let pass her by.

And here she was again with a dilemma—a biological problem to solve and no time to be distracted with a relationship. Maybe they could just have some more good hard sex? Perhaps. But fall for him? No. Or at least that’s what she told herself.

There was no way she could afford to put much stock in anything developing between her and Bix. For some reason she felt like she was running out of time on figuring out the shortcomings in her serum. And she still hadn’t figured out all the properties of the blood and samples she’d stumbled on in Sidheon’s cart.

After a good mental shake and a steaming hot shower, Carin pulled on clean sweats, changed the bedding and stuffed all the dirty laundry into a dry-cleaning bag. The bags and containers full of food packed up, she carried it all to the door, locked up and headed to the gym.

She pushed the fabulous loving Bix had laid on her to the back of her mind, and prepared to throw herself into her workout. Yep, by the time she was done, she’d have forgotten all about her little Lady Chatterley experience. She had it all under control. Well, except for being unable to ignore the sweet ache between her thighs. Damn.

“I can’t believe you didn’t shower first. I smell her all over you,” Alaan quipped.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Are you serious? I’m getting the hard-on from hell just from her scent on you, Bix. That’s just wrong, you bastard. What kind of friend are you, anyway?”

Bix had teased his best friend since the day he’d sworn off women two years ago. Alaan used to be quite the lady’s vamp, but he’d pretty much cut sex out of his diet altogether. Nobody understood it except Bix. But then Alaan hadn’t bothered to explain it to anyone but Bix.

Being a Seeker was dangerous business, and being the mate of a Seeker could be just as risky. Years ago Alaan had found a mate, only to lose her to the well-aimed blade of a rogue he’d been hunting. Now, as the single son of the Matriarch of Clan Serati, he was one of the most eligible and wealthy bachelors in the western territory. With the number of women who’d claimed to be mated to him, if even half of the stories had been true Alaan would have had his own mega-harem. Plain tired of playing games with the unmated females of the ten clans and their ambitious mamas, he’d cut off every female who wasn’t a relative. Two years of no pussy had the poor devil horny as hell. Bix totally understood how Carin’s spicy scent affected the man. After all, he’d sported his own semi-hard erection since leaving her asleep in the lab an hour ago.

“It’s not my fault you haven’t had a woman in two years, Alaan. You’re a healthy vamp of breeding age, and no sex? That’s just not normal, man,” Bix teased unmercifully, flashing an impish grin, fangs and all.

“Oh, shut up,” Alaan grumbled at Bix’s ribbing while they both tried to rearrange the bulges in their pants. “Damn, this is uncomfortable. Now I can’t even leave my trench in the SUV while I tail Sidheon.”

“That’s for sure. We can’t have your dick waving at every female who crosses your path while you’re trying to work, now can we?” Bix chuckled as Alaan flipped him the one-fingered salute.

He stopped the vehicle around the corner from a little sushi place where Sidheon was reported to eat several times a week. Alaan hopped out and Bix drove away to a good spot for surveillance. He raised a sleek pair of modified, non-reflective, digital binoculars and positioned them on Alaan as he walked down the street. Seconds later their prey passed him by. Sidheon was right on time.