Inferno (14 page)

“Suck him off, Megan.” His eyes met hers with a hot, speaking look. She could tell the thought of watching her suck Duncan’s cock turned him on as much as it did her.

She licked her lips with a promise in her gaze before turning back to Duncan. He held his thick, hard cock in one hand, rubbing under the head with one finger as he moved closer to her mouth.

“Do you want it, lass? How bad do you want it?”

“Give it to me, Duncan. I want it bad.”

He didn’t make her wait. He stepped forward and touched the tip of his cock to her eagerly waiting lips. She took him in and licked around the head to tease the spot he’d been stroking, then took him deep as she heard Dante groan.

Both men worked her, sliding into her wet places, making her want to come again even though she’d just had a shattering orgasm only a few minutes ago. She began to tremble and both men were there, holding her steady, helping her keep the rhythm they set. Duncan had one hand on her head, guiding her as he began to thrust into her mouth, fucking it like Dante fucked her pussy.

Dante’s hands were on her hips, holding her up. One slipped around to her tummy, supporting her and dipping lower to tease her clit as his pace increased. She felt him bend over her and Duncan’s hand shot out.

“Don’t do it, man.”

“I need…” Dante’s voice held desperation. For her part, she was too much on the edge to worry about anything except her need to come.

“Take it from me.” Duncan’s voice was harsh and commanding. He held out one arm to Dante and it took only a moment for him to snarl and latch on with his teeth. Dante bit into Duncan’s wrist near the side of her face, where she could see everything.

Rather than turning her off, witnessing the act of Dante’s vampire nature did the exact opposite.

She came around his cock as she watched him dine on Duncan’s half-fey blood. At almost the same moment, Duncan came in her mouth. She swallowed eagerly as Dante followed only seconds later, coming deep inside her in warm jets of ecstasy.

The three of them remained locked like that for long moments, sharing bliss in a way that was unprecedented in Megan’s admittedly limited experience. She moaned as Dante sealed the punctures in Duncan’s wrist. Moments later, the half-fey warrior withdrew and sank into a nearby chair.

“I’ll be damned,” Duncan panted as he recovered. “I forgot the whammy you bloodletters can pack when you feed while you fuck.”

Dante pulled out of her body and turned her to sit in his lap as he claimed the couch. She had no energy of her own while her body recovered from the most orgasmic encounter yet. Just when she’d thought there was no way to top what happened the night before, Dante had to prove her wrong in the most delicious way.

She lay across his lap as he reclined lazily, stroking her bare skin absently as he talked to Duncan.

“So why the change in plans? Why did you let me feed from you again, Duncan? I thought the whole reason you were here was to watch over me until the last magical whammy you let me have wore off.” His words were laced with satisfaction he couldn’t completely suppress and a kind of drunken slur that made her want to kiss him silly.

“I got to thinking…” Duncan began.

“Always a dangerous sign,” Dante quipped as he cupped her breast and played with her nipple.

“Quite so, my friend.” Duncan chuckled. “After what happened last night I thought you could use a booster shot of otherrealm magic with everything that’s going on.”

“What? You’re not afraid I’ll run mad with my new superpowers?” Dante’s raised eyebrow was softened by a wry smile.

“If you were going to do that, you’d have done it long before now. Besides, I think stranger things are in store for you both.” Duncan nodded at the two of them, and then his expression went fierce. “I want you to be ready for anything.”

“Sounds ominous.” Megan tried to reclaim the lazy teasing of their earlier conversation, but it was lost.

“I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.” Duncan stood and collected his clothing as he moved toward the door. “I’ll be off. I think you’re well enough fed to be trusted not to sip on our little friend now, eh?” Duncan winked at Megan as he left the room, not bothering to dress before he stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him.

Dante was quiet for long moments as he held her, stroking her skin almost absently.

“I almost lost control and bit you, Megan.” His voice whispered over her bare skin, chilling her.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. If not for Duncan, you’d have another poisoning on your conscience.”

“I don’t know how you can be so casual about this.” She sat up, facing him as the thought of him being poisoned by her blood sent shivers down her spine. “You can’t ever bite me, Dante.

I’m a wolf. Just pretend I have rabies.”

Dante laughed out loud at her sharp words, and she joined in a moment later, realizing how silly she’d sounded.

“I’d love to see you in wolf form, sweetheart. Isn’t the moon nearly full? Don’t you have to change on the full moon?”

He sounded eager to see her furry alter ego. It was the first time in her life she could share that wild side of her with anyone outside her family. It went without saying, she’d never changed form with a lover. The thought was tantalizing.

“Honestly I don’t feel the pull of the moon as strongly as my mother did. Whatever else I am seems to dull the effect. I do like to run every once in a while and the full moon is as good a time as any, but I can shift easily anytime.”

“You are a marvel. Instead of being weaker than a full
were
, in many respects you are stronger.” He touched her face with tender fingers, stroking her cheek and the look in his eyes was electrifying.

She blinked and stood, moving back so she was facing him.

“Watch.”

Her purred command was sexier than anything he’d ever heard. Her next move came unexpectedly, even though he’d asked her to do it. She was just that distracting.

She began to change. Her body elongated into the fierce half-shift form he’d seen her in once before and stayed there much longer than the shifts he remembered seeing so many years ago. It was as if she was stuck halfway.

He knew many
were
warriors practiced holding the half-shift deliberately. It was their most powerful form and useful in battle, but this didn’t look deliberate. It looked more like she was fighting to get to her pure wolf form, not as if she was fighting to hold the half-shift.

Maybe that was natural for her as a half-
were
, but Dante wasn’t so sure.

Finally, she managed the full shift and shook her fur as if becoming accustomed to her skin. She padded up to him and licked his hand. He reached out, rubbing her silky coat.

“You feel like mink, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.” And it wasn’t a lie. She was petite and powerful, soft and sexy in a way he hadn’t expected. He’d never really been attracted to a
were
female. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands all over her fur, stroking her softness while they slept.

And then when they woke, and she was back in her human form, he’d make love to her for hours and hours. It was a delicious fantasy. One that he might be able to make reality, given a little cooperation.

She stepped back and shifted again. Once more she paused a painfully long time in that difficult half-shift form until she retook her human shape.

“Does it drain you?”

“The shift? No, not at all.” She rejoined him on the couch, sitting at his side.

“You hold half-shift a very long time. That’s difficult even for the
were
warriors I used to know.

It drained them to stay in that form. They used to practice maintaining it and even for the most gifted alphas, it was difficult.”

“It is?” She looked honestly surprised. Yet another thing to marvel about her.

He drew her close. “It is.” He kissed her shoulder. “You are a beautiful wolf, Megan.”

“I’ve never shown anyone before. Well, except my mom when I was first learning.” He pulled her more securely into his arms and rose, taking her with him. He left the room, using his mind to open the doors in his path and strode toward the center of the house, where he kept an aboveground bedroom to maintain the illusion of normalcy. It was sunproofed and contained a hidden passage that led to his domain belowground. He knew it would be easier for her to accept him if he didn’t go out of his way to point out their vast differences. At least for now.

“Where are we going?”

“All the way to heaven and back if you’ll let me have my way.” He smiled at her and was rewarded by her look of desire.

“You have to promise me one thing.”

“Anything. Within reason, of course,” he added in a teasing tone.

“You can’t bite me. If you try, I’ll scream bloody murder until Duncan comes to stop you. I may even bite you myself.”

He liked that she was worried for him. He saw under her fierce façade to the very real fear she had that he’d lose control and poison himself on her blood.

“Don’t worry. Half-fey blood is like a drug to my kind. I’m sated for a good long while with Duncan’s help. I think I can control myself.”

“You’d better do more than
think
it!”

He bent down to kiss her as they entered his bedroom. “I love your concern for me, sweetheart.

It’s been too long since anyone cared if I lived or died.”

“I care, Dante. Probably too much, given the circumstances.” He kissed her then, slamming the door shut with a stray thought as he laid her on his bed. He only used this bed once in a while. He kept his wardrobe here, and there was a luxurious bathroom that he loved attached to the bedroom. He’d show her the delights of his tropical bath paradise later, he promised himself. She’d love it too, he was sure. It would, no doubt, appeal to her wild side.

Dante settled over her on the soft mattress, glad of the chance to finally fuck her in a bed. He’d take his time—what time he had left before dawn—and make love to her slowly. He wanted to savor every taste of her skin, every gasp from her lips.

“If you didn’t realize it before now,” he whispered against her skin as he nipped his way down her body, “you’re very special to me, Megan.” He paused to look up at her and grin. “Even if you were sent here to spy on me.”

“Oh, Dante, you’ll never know how much I regret the things that led me here.” Her eyebrows drew together, her lovely face frowning with worry as he soothed her.

“I don’t regret your being here for one second, Megan. I haven’t had this much fun in centuries.”

“Fun?” She sent him a puzzled look. “You have a strange definition of the word fun.”

“Believe me, you are fun of the most pleasurable kind, my dear.” He returned to nibbling her body, teasing her with his sheathed fangs as he trailed them lightly over the skin of her belly. Her muscles clenched as he moved lower. He parted her legs with gentle hands, feeling satisfaction as she shivered under his touch.

“Dante?” She sounded delightfully unsure.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m right here, and I’m going to take my time showing you everything I’ve been dreaming of doing to your delectable young body.” He moved in closer then, trailing his fingers across the insides of her thighs. Puckering his lips, he blew a soft breath across the delicate folds of her pussy, spreading her nether lips with his fingers and teasing within. He kept his touch as light as a feather, his warm breath visibly exciting the small nubbin at the apex of her thighs.

With a satisfied smile, he lowered his head, his tongue searching for and finding her tight little clit. She moaned as he licked, teasing the aroused nub until she was shuddering in his arms.

He wanted more.

Dante reached down and slid one finger through the slick folds to rim her opening, seeking her warmth and wanting to feel the inner clenching of her muscles as he excited her beyond all reason. His finger slid inside while his lips closed around her clit, sucking lightly. He used his teeth gently, just enough to let her know who was in control of her pleasure and was rewarded with her pussy contracting in rapid motions around his finger.

He added another finger, twisting as he used his tongue to zero in on her clit. His other hand moved lower to tease her back entrance, shoving in with careful movements until he was fully inside.

She came like a rocket, clenching around his hands and nearly bucking him off the bed, much to his amusement. She cried out, moaning his name, music to his ears.

He didn’t give her time to regroup. Instead, he rose to his knees between her legs, taking just a moment to stare at the bounty before him.

“You’re beautiful.” He leaned over her, cupping her luscious breasts and taking time to kiss each turgid peak, using his tongue on her until she began to squirm under him. He knew the signs of her pleasure now, and he knew she was ready for more.

Lifting away only enough to guide himself into her tender pussy, he slid home with a satisfied groan. He stayed there, looking into her eyes as they joined, feeling the electricity of the moment fill them both.

“God, you feel good around me.” He leaned in to lick a path up her neck then nibbled on her earlobe until she giggled.

“You feel good too, Dante. Make it even better. I dare you.” Her teasing words brought him up to meet her gaze. The devilish light in her eyes warmed him.

“That’s a dare I’m more than happy to take. What do I get if I win? Besides the obvious, of course.”

She pretended to think it over, her smile widening. “How about more of the same? I’m discovering I’m a sucker for you, Dante d’Angleterre.” Her expression grew serious at her soft words. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Good.” He kissed her lips just once, drawing back to meet her gaze. “Neither have I.” He began to move, recalling his plan to draw out their time together. It was a good plan, and he’d do his damnedest to see it come to fruition. He stroked gently at first, long drags out and even more deliciously slow thrusts in. She was whimpering in need long before he was ready to let them both come.

“Stay with me, my dear. We have a long way to go before I’ll let you off the hook.”