In Hawke's Eyes (7 page)

Her shuddering breaths at his words were noisy. She bit her lip and pressed a hand to her chest, trying to get a grip. Hawke lay her down and moved to the dresser. She leaned up on an elbow. “What are you doing?”

He rummaged through the top drawer and brought out a strip of cloth. She raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you going to do with that?”

“You squint a lot, and it causes you headaches.”

That surprised her. “How did you know?”

“I’m a very observant man.” He came over to her. “Now lay back. I’m going to blindfold you so you can’t even see shadows. This will also help you to exercise trust in me. Are you willing to give it a try?”

“I think I want to, but no typing my hands.”

“I won’t. I want you to touch me. When your hands roam my body, it gets me harder than I ever remember being. I’m not forgoing that pleasure for any reason.”

Stephanie chuckled, but she let him do what he wanted. Her world went dark, and while she couldn’t say she trusted him, she did feel compelled to let go and just experience what they were about to do. Hawke grazed her thigh with his hand and then pulled one farther from the other. A breeze tickled her secret place, stirring her desire. When it happened again, she realized he blew down there, and the wetness and air reacted together to make her hotter.

“Hawke, what are you doing?”

“Shh.”

He dipped a finger between her folds into her channel. She squirmed, but he didn’t stay. The coated finger found her nipple and circled it. Stephanie arched her back as her nipple puckered and tightened. She knew what would come next and cried out when his lips closed over the tiny bud. He licked her cream from the tip and then sucked until she thought she would come from the sensation alone.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“Mm, yes, Hawke. Do it again with the other one, please.”

“Uh-uh, I want you to do it.”

She frowned beneath the mask. “What do you mean?”

He took hold of her hand and guided her fingers between her legs. Hawke used her digit as a lollypop, dipping it into her come and then licking it clean. When he had done that a few times, he coated her digit once more and made her play with her nipple. Stephanie writhed on the sheets as he had her pinch her nipple and tug it until she whimpered. When he apparently couldn’t take it any longer, he thrust her hand aside and fed her breast into his mouth, consuming as much of it as he could. He drew back and pulled on the tip, then moved to the other breast for the same treatment.

Hawke covered both breasts and squeezed. She cried out his name. He massaged the globes, pinched the nipples, and laved between them. All around the swollen mounds, he played, driving her out of her head. When he drew back, she took a moment to catch her breath.

“Baby, have you ever come with your lover playing with your breasts and nothing else?”

She trembled with excitement at the prospect. “No, never. I don’t know that I can.”

“You can, and I will give it to you.” He nuzzled her sensitive skin, biting sometimes and licking others. “Most don’t know but it’s not your nipples that have the highest sensitivity, but this spot right here.” He indicated with a finger and then his tongue. The sweep back and forth at a spot just above her areola shot a volley of arrows between her legs. Her core contracted. Surely, this was impossible, and yet, she knew she was close to an orgasm.

Stephanie bucked on the bed. She tore at the sheets and squeezed her legs together. When she reached between them to toy with her clit, Hawke took her hand away. She whined to be allowed to rub herself, but he didn’t give her the chance, pinning her wrists to the bed and nipping at her rigid peaks until she cried out his name. The torment went on. One minute she thought she would explode, the next, he changed tactics and let her ache. All of his attention remained on her breast. Even the pop of him tugging on and releasing them got her hotter. She raised her hips and pumped the air, but Hawke laid an arm across her pelvis. No matter what she tried, he maintained control.

At last, when she couldn’t take it any longer, her orgasm crested and erupted from her core. Muscles contracted, and her pussy clenched. The sensations ran wild in her channel as if he had been fingering her inside the whole time. She couldn’t believe it. She had come with him touching her breasts and nothing else.

Hawke leaned up, and she ran her hands over the plains and valleys of his skin, exploring with only her sense of touch. His skin was so taut she couldn’t pinch anywhere, but the smooth contours, the warmth, and the beat of his heart under her fingertips heightened her desire as if she’d not just come.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes,” she said in a raspy tone. “I want more, but come closer and let me suck you.” She held out her arms but didn’t hear him shift his position.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything you don’t like.”

“Hawke.” She found her way to him, stroked his cock and marveled at the size of it. The shaft jutted from his body, straining and hard as if ready to be pleased. She longed to see it clearly, just as she wanted to see his face, but for now, she treasured the feel. Threading it between her lips, she gave his shaft a light suck and heard him drag in a sharp breath. Stephanie drew back and licked the head before circling it with the tip of her tongue.

“Baby, baby, what are you doing to me?” he moaned.

She swallowed his shaft a little ways in her mouth and drew hard on him. Up and down, she worked her head so that one minute he lay deep in and the next he threatened to pop out. She found the protruding vein that ran the length of his member and nibbled along it. Hawke’s tight dick scarcely gave an inch as she sucked his skin and placed pressure on it with her mouth. Once again, she swallowed him and held the cock at the base. She gave it a squeeze and worked him over and over.

“Damn, I’m going to come,” he grumbled.

Stephanie found her hands empty without warning as Hawke shoved her roughly onto her back. He thrust one of her legs up and began sucking at her pussy. She screamed and writhed. He held her down, and she could almost feel the strength behind the hold. He didn’t let up for a long time, but rather licked and licked, shoving his tongue into her folds and scooping her cream into his mouth.

“Wait, wait,” she pleaded on a tremor, but he didn’t stop. He pressed his nose into her clit and wiggled it back and forth. A wave of ecstasy washed over her, and she arched her back. Just as she hit the very edge of a second orgasm, he stopped and shifted positions again. He stretched his full length between her thighs and nudged them higher. One small push had his cap past her entrance. She keened, and when her muscles gave, her pussy straining around his thickness, he stabbed farther.

Hawke seized her wrists and jerked them above her head. He gave another mighty push, and she knew he lay at the hilt. She whimpered, unable to do anything other than lie beneath him, the blindfold still in place. After a few moments, he began a slow rocking of his hips to get his dick moving in and out of her. Stephanie slid her feet over the bed to raise her knees. Her legs as wide as they could go, she accepted his invasion. He thrust hard. She cried out. He thrust again, and her orgasm took hold. While she rode wave after wave, Hawke pounded into her body. Her clit tingled, and her core muscles tightened. The sensations were too much, and she pleaded without intelligence. The sounds their bodies made, the slap of his skin on hers, all culminated to give her the most amazing climax she had ever had.

Hawke drew away and turned her so that her ass stuck up in the air and her legs rested together. He pressed a heavy hand on her hip, and she felt the tip of his cock against her pussy. He eased in, and she moaned, reaching out for him. Her hand struck his thigh, and she caressed the smooth skin, covered in a smattering of fine hair. He pushed deeper, and she caught her breath. Heat rose along her arms, her sides, and on her cheeks. She knew he had bent over her and began a slow grind. When a grunt sounded low in his throat, she writhed, encouraging his pleasure. He pumped faster, his body slamming against her.

He shouted her name and went still. Hot come filled her pussy as tears wet her cheeks. She waited, and then he fell down behind her, gathering her into his arms. Light stirred behind her eyelids when he removed the blindfold and kissed her cheek.

* * * *

The next morning, Stephanie opened her eyes to find Hawke gone. Her heart tightened in her chest, and she jumped from the bed to throw on her clothing. If Meechi woke and didn’t find her in her room or the rest of the house, she might go exploring outside. Stephanie might have allowed her daughter to be with Sienna the day before, but her fears hadn’t lessened.

She left Hawke’s room and hurried across the hall to her own. After checking Meechi’s room and finding it empty, she ran to the stairs. A misstep at the top sent her tumbling forward. She had seconds to realize Meechi simpered like the lovesick little girl she was at the bottom of the steps, and the person in front of her by the tone of his voice must be Karl, who leaned on the banister as if he had nothing better to do with his day. The next instant Karl’s arms were around her, stopping her fall. Stephanie marveled at the strength in a young man his age and him being so slender, but she struggled to get free when his nails dug into her arms.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” he said, backing down the steps.

Stephanie fell hard on her ass and gripped a rung in the railing. “Meechi, come here now!”

Her daughter scrambled up the steps. “Are you okay, Mom?”

Rapid heel clicks sounded on the hardwood floor below. “What’s going on? Are you all right, Stephanie? Did you fall?” Sienna asked.

Stephanie licked her lips.

“I’m sorry,” Karl said again. “I had to move fast to catch her. I forgot myself. My claws came out. You know this time of month… I’m sorry.”

“Go find something to do with yourself,” Sienna snapped. She jogged up the steps and examined Stephanie’s arm with a click of impatience on her tongue. “I told Toron he’s not good in the house, but what else was he going to do with him? Come on, sweetie, let me clean this up. It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad?” Stephanie railed. “He turned into a beast and scratched me.”

“Okay, drama queen.” She chuckled, and Stephanie glared at her. “I apologize. His claws came out, not unheard of when we’re this close to a full moon. We don’t usually have humans here. We’ll get you right. Don’t worry.”

Stephanie suffered in silence until her arm was disinfected and bandaged. She couldn’t see the wound clearly, but after she’d calmed down some, she had to admit it wasn’t more than the scratch a house cat could have done. Karl did keep her from breaking her neck, and he’d moved with inhuman speed. The problem was his slip-up could have involved Meechi, and she would have thrown
him
down a flight of stairs if that had happened.

“I don’t want him near my daughter.” She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “Correction. It doesn’t even matter, because we’re leaving.”

Sienna clutched her hand while they sat in the bathroom, Stephanie on the toilet with the seat turned down, and Sienna on the edge of the bathtub. “But Hawke left to take care of your problem this morning. Please, give him more time, Stephanie. I know this is scary, and I would be out of my head. You’re actually doing well considering. I promise no one will come near you, and I will gut my husband if he doesn’t make Karl go somewhere else while the two of you are here. Don’t go. Let us look after you for a little while longer.”

“Look after us?” She seethed. Looking after them was not what had been happening. She hated the fear that stirred inside of her and the uncertainty. Having her eyes in the state they were made her feel like she lay open to whatever came, and to be here among these people didn’t bear thinking on. To her annoyance tears welled in her eyes. Lately, she cried at every opportunity, and it pissed her off. She swiped a hand over her nose, and Sienna tore off a bit of toilet paper to hand to her.

“My ex-boyfriend got excited during sex and bit me,” Sienna blurted. “I was terrified that this was a situation of abuse I didn’t see coming, but it turned out to be worse than that.”

Stephanie covered her mouth and found no words to comment. She sat in silence and listened.

“He informed me later that I was going to change. I’m like, change into what? I had all kinds of ideas, and none of them left me with the confidence that this wasn’t the end of my life. But then I met Toron, and he had an ability to set things right for me. He calmed my mind and helped me find peace, just like he does so often for his people. I tell you when I think of how much he loves them…well I guess I love him more each day.

“I know he can’t do the same for you because you’re human, but something tells me you have a strong connection with Hawke. I’ve never seen him more animated than when he’s with you or talking about you. I’m amazed. Usually, he’s silent and watching, but I don’t know. He’s with us more. And just mentioning him has brought an expression to your face.”

Stephanie turned her head frowning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sienna laughed. “Okay, have it your way. I’m asking you to stay. It’s a huge risk, and I get it that your daughter is the number one priority, but where would you go? Who will help you, and as much as you hate it, you do need somebody’s help right now.”

Stephanie gritted her teeth.

Her new friend placed a hand over Stephanie’s and squeezed lightly. “Get cleaned up, and let’s have breakfast together and gossip about the crazy folk in this town. Human or not, you know there’s always stupid people, right?”

Despite herself, Stephanie grinned. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” Sienna stood up. “You’ve got twenty minutes. I’m hungry.”

“I’ll be there.”

Chapter Seven

Hawke put the phone down and tapped fingers on the desktop. He surged from his chair and grabbed his jacket. A visit to Michael had given him the information he needed. He knew where to find the loan shark that had provided his loan. Hawke had expected a man, but it turned out the lender was a woman. He was not a fool as to think she had no protection. Her goons would surround her, but Hawke intended to find a perch and wait for the right opportunity.