Lord of Capra (3 page)

“This isn’t normal,”
he told his reflection.

“Why do you want to
be normal?” His dream woman spoke to him from his bathroom doorway.

Startled, Drake
jumped backward and almost fell into the bathtub before regaining his new-found
balance.

“What the hell are
you doing here?” he sputtered. “And how did you get in?”

Stunned by her
intrusion, he fumbled around for something to cover himself with and barely
regained his composure before making a mistake by grabbing the shower curtain.
Damn thing was clear, anyway. Well fine, he decided. If she wanted a good look,
he certainly had nothing to hide. And she was looking.

She leaned against
the doorframe and boldly studied him, not at all put off by his attitude.

“I told you I’d
visit you. Remember? Last night?” Her words prodded his memory. “And how I got
in?” The beauty flashed him a smile, moved away from the door and walked down
the short hallway. “That’s not important right now,” she called back to him.

Dumfounded, Drake
stood in the middle of his bathroom, not sure what to say or do. He wasn’t even
sure what to think, but he was pretty damn certain he wasn’t dreaming. So being
a man of action, he pulled on his sweatpants and then stomped down the hall
after her. He found her lounging on his couch.

“Please don’t be
angry with me. There’s so much I need to explain, but first I’d like to know
how you’re feeling. It seems you’ve recovered?”

She was even
lovelier than he remembered. No longer wearing hospital gear, his raven-haired
temptress was draped in a silky black fabric that molded to each luscious curve
of her body. Her eyes beckoned him to approach while every instinct he had told
him to stop. He compromised by sitting on the coffee table.

Okay. Just do this
her way
.

“Yes, it seems I’ve…um,
recovered.” He paused to focus on her reaction. “Maybe a little too well?”

He posed the
question, hoping she’d take the hint and explain something. Anything plausible
would satisfy him. He was out of rational explanations.

“Ah.” She nodded
and looked away. “Well, I suppose that’s better than expected.” She peeked back
at him, and asked, “You’re pleased?”

I’m not bloody well
pleased. I’m in freaking shock.
He wanted to yell at her. Instead, he
threw his arms up, and grumbled, “This is insane.”

He jumped to his
feet, stormed into the kitchen, fetched a cold beer from the fridge, popped the
tab and downed a huge gulp.

“Oh, sorry. Forgot
my manners.” He pointed to the can in his hand. “You want one? They’re old, but
better than a kick in the…” Drake stopped after noticing she wasn’t on the
couch anymore. Where the devil had she gone?

Unexpectedly, he
was picked up, carried out of the kitchen and dropped down ass first onto his
own couch. It happened so fast there’d been no time for him to protest.

And now, straddled
atop him was perhaps the most beautiful, most mysterious and apparently the
strongest woman he could ever have imagined. Her green eyes narrowed, glinting
with a hint of annoyance and her lips parted in an odd smile. It wasn’t an
angry I’m-gonna-kick-your-ass smile, it was more of an if-Drake-is-a-good-boy-nobody-gets-hurt
one.

Okay. Maybe this
isn’t all bad
.
He grinned.

Chapter Four

Evana couldn’t
believe what she’d just done. She shouldn’t have frustrated him. It was all her
fault things weren’t going smoothly. She’d wanted to talk to him, tell him
everything. However, when she came near him it seemed as if all her noble
intentions turned tail and abandoned her. Now she was in a most awkward position,
figuratively and literally.

His broad smile
confused her even more. Considering what had happened, he shouldn’t be smiling.
She had him trapped beneath her while she’d pinned his brawny arms along the
back of the couch. She felt his body heat through the thin material of her gown,
just inches from his bare chest.

Since she’d
neglected to wear any undergarments, she easily detected his swelling erection
thumping for attention against her sex with each beat of his heart. The soft
material of his clothing was the only barrier separating them. And maintaining
her position brought her face perilously close to his. Just the smell of him
was intoxicating, a musky spice that screamed of male to her heightened senses.
Even more disturbing, his eyes entranced her. They reminded her of the cold
beauty of blue glacier ice on the volcanic moon of Proteus, melting and freezing
in a never ending cycle.

Evana yearned to
lean in and kiss him, to taste him. She was close, too close. She loosened her
grip on his arms in order to back away. Apparently, Drake had other ideas. No
longer restrained, he lifted his head from the couch enough for his mouth to
capture hers. Overwhelmed, she surrendered to him and her own dark longings.

*

Encouraged by her
returned kiss, Drake embraced her and drew her closer while deepening his. He
plundered her mouth, thrilled by her response, while he tentatively explored her
body.

Her thin clothing
was no hindrance as he ran his palms down her back to her backside. He discovered
the bottom half of her gown bunched near the top of her thighs and wasted no
time slipping his hands underneath. No frilly undergarments blocked his way.

Sweet.

Drake cupped her
ass and pressed her closer, grinding his hips to rub the full length of his
cock against her naked pussy. He wished his sweatpants and briefs would just
disappear.

She moaned and
shifted position, bringing her upper body down to his, pressing her full
breasts against his chest, while moving her hips to the slight rhythm he’d
started. Almost breathless from his own arousal, he groaned in response. He
caught his breath against the corner of her lips and planted kisses along her
jaw line to her ear.

He nipped her lobe,
and pleaded, “Tell me your name, please.”

She silenced him
with another deep kiss.

His desire to have
her almost overrode what good sense he had left. He was on the verge of begging
her to join him in bed. There was so much more he wanted to give her, to
pleasure her, before taking his own.

He hadn’t been with
a woman since before his last mission, and he didn’t know how much longer he
could go on without exploding. And he certainly didn’t bed strangers, it just
wasn’t his way. For some unknown reason, this woman pushed him beyond his own limits.

Just when he
thought he couldn’t take any more, she captured his face between her palms and looked
into his eyes so deeply he could see her passion for him as she whispered, “Evana.
My name is, Evana.”

With that, she
broke away and stood. He was about to protest, but hesitated when she spoke.

“Follow me.”

She stepped away
and walked toward his bedroom. Along the way, he watched the silky gown glide
down her body and land on the floor just before her naked form entered his
room.

*

In a hurry, Evana
tossed the rumpled bedcovers to the floor before throwing herself at the huge
bed, landing flat on her back in the middle. An odd sound of sloshing water
accompanied the movement she felt as she bobbed up and down. Drake entered the
bedroom, modestly holding his briefs and sweats in front of him, just in time
to catch her startled expression.

“Water bed,” he
explained. “I’ve had it a while.”

Evana stared at
him. Judging from his winning smile and what she thought might be mirth or
arousal glittering in his eyes, she was unsure if he was about to devour her or
burst out laughing. She watched him closely as his expression changed from
amusement to bold appreciation in seconds. Gods. He was magnificent.

“Not what you were
expecting?” he asked as she openly admired him.

“No.” She replied
in a voice barely above a whisper.

Truly, she had no
experience with such a bed, but she answered the other query his question
brought to mind. She’d never expected it could be possible that a man such as
he might exist.

Somehow he eased
himself onto the bed beside her without a ripple. As soon as she reached to
caress his cheek, he caught her hand and drew it to his mouth, pressing a quick
kiss to her palm before releasing it. She was free to explore his body as she
wished.

Evana heard his
breath catch as she stroked her hand down his chest, over his hard stomach and
boldly grasped his rigid cock. He groaned in response as she caressed the
entire length of his shaft before tracing light circles around the broad head
with her fingertips.

“You’re driving me
crazy.” His deep voice vibrated his chest.

Evana gasped as he
jerked her tight against him. She was forced to release her grip when he rolled
to his back where, once again, she straddled him. She brought her knees up
beside his hips and sat, pinning his straining erection between them. He
inhaled sharply, then let his breath out in small gasps.

The raw passion
reflected in his eyes flamed her own, igniting within her a hunger she wasn’t
sure she could restrain. Like a stalking beast, it waited for her to lose
control and allow it to attack. Evana tightened her resolve to keep the monster
caged while she surrendered to Drake’s advances.

She moaned in
pleasure as he caressed her breasts, plucking her nipples to hard nubs before
stroking downward. His hands seemed to be everywhere, working her into a sexual
frenzy. He slipped one between her thighs to stroke her swollen clit, and she
feared she might cry out from the intensity of her own need. She rocked her
hips back and forth, teasing his straining cock, and was rewarded by a groan
erupting from deep inside his throat.

“Evana, please,” he
rasped. “You’re so wet.”

In answer to his
plea, she stopped. His brows lifted, questioning her action, but the look in
his eyes implored her to continue. She bent over to kiss him and lowered her
upper body to crush her breasts to his broad chest. Evana shifted her hips to
position herself properly. She slid down him and wiggled, brushing the head of
his probing shaft against the moist outer lips of her pussy.

Beneath her, Drake
groaned in anticipation and thrust his hips up, eagerly seeking a way to breech
her entrance. She ended his quest with one swift thrust of her own. The thick
length of his cock penetrated her, stretching the resisting walls of her soaked
channel. Crying out, her voice mingled with his in pleasure at their joining.

She remained
motionless, satisfied for the moment to feel him inside her, and used her
pelvic muscles to slowly caress the unyielding hardness of his cock while she
continued to kiss and nibble his lips. He tasted so good, so deliciously
perfect.

His rough hands
caressed her back as they glided down to grasp her hips. Slowly, at first, he
slid her entire body up and down his while he arched his hips to push his shaft
even deeper.

“So tight,” he
grunted.

She moaned her
delight and pushed against his heaving chest to sit upright while driving her
pussy down to envelop every inch of his cock. He filled her to perfection.

Evana matched her
movements to his. With each thrust, her impending release built, but she had to
close her eyes to fight off the other hunger lurking in the background of her
pleasure. She wanted to watch him, to see the man she desired, the man whose
passion for her in that instant pushed her to ultimate satisfaction as she
writhed hungrily astride him.

Evana shouted his
name at the height of her orgasm. She barely noticed him sit upright. Strong
arms embraced her, pulling her closer, while she wrapped her legs around his
waist. She clung to him as the last shuddering spasm of pleasure coursed
through her, bathing his rigid cock with the juices of her climax.

He panted from
unsatisfied need and nuzzled her shoulder, then made his way to her neck.
Urgent kisses scorched her skin. She splayed her fingers through his hair,
leaned back and gave him full access to her neck, chest, whatever he wanted.
His mouth covered each breast in turn, and she shivered in delight as his hot
tongue stroked one nipple, then the other. She gasped at the feel of his teeth
nipping the sensitized nubs as he coaxed them to remain hard, making her pussy
clench even tighter around his shaft.

Drake blew out a
frustrated-sounding groan against her breast before shifting his weight. He
rolled over, turning her onto her back as he smoothly covered her body. Still
between her legs, he moved inside her once again, this time with more urgency.

She caressed his
face, taking pleasure from him, enthralled by the sight of the handsome male
above her. Desire welled within her again as she caught him watching her. Ice-blue
eyes melting with raw passion implored her to match his need. It was impossible
for her to deny him. She ran her hands feverishly over the rippling muscles of
his chest, shoulders and arms while his strong body continued to assault her
senses.

She arched to meet
him as once again she succumbed to the primal sensations he created inside her.
With each thrust of his hips, she came closer and closer to release while
another hunger uncoiled. She feared her release was now a slave to this strange
urge she fought so hard to keep hidden.

Evana burned with
desire, and didn’t want to admit she was losing control. As the tingling sensation
in her gums rushed to her canines, her fangs lengthen. Desperate, she sealed
her lips to hide them.

Pilot hunger
. The warning voice
in her mind gave her a miniscule amount of control. She grabbed the lowest bar
on the iron headboard with both hands and held on with all her strength.

I won’t hurt him
, she repeated over
and over to herself.
Nemesis, don’t let me hurt him
, she pleaded with
her ship in silence. As a last resort, she bit her own lip, releasing a gush of
blood, most of which she managed to swallow before crying out as he brought her
to climax. Vaguely, she was aware he’d come immediately after and was now
draped atop her, oblivious of how close he’d just been to death.

His lips found hers
seconds after his orgasm and he kissed her, leisurely exploring her mouth with
his tongue. After a few delightful moments, she realized his kisses had turned
harder, more insistent.

*

Spent from his
pleasure and hoping he hadn’t taken it too soon, Drake continued kissing her.
She tasted incredible, so much so he couldn’t stop.

He couldn’t keep
the image of her sitting on top him while she rode his dick out of his mind.
She was intoxicating, and he loved how she felt and moved against him. He was
positive there was no time in his life that he’d ever come so hard. No dry
spell had ever had such an explosive finale for him. She was amazing, and he
couldn’t imagine letting her get away.

He was certainly no
novice when it came to making love or just out right fucking, but he’d never
been with a woman like Evana. And he’d never been with someone so…clean shaven.
Except for her long, black hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, she was completely
hairless. And he found that incredibly sexy.

Her body was
perfection—ripe full breasts, narrow waist, curvaceous hips and shapely thighs.
She felt so damn fucking good. Just thinking about her turned him on again. He
moved to deepen the kiss with the intention of going for a second round. In an instant
his butt hit the floor.

“What the hell?” He
scrambled to his feet.

Drake wasted a glance
at the undulating bed. Sure enough, she was gone. He heard rustling in his
bathroom and dashed out of the bedroom. He found Evana dabbing her mouth with a
tissue, wiping away blood.

Instantly
concerned, he scrutinized her face. “Are you okay?’

“I’m fine.”

She grabbed another
tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth. More blood, he noted.

“Uh,” he stammered.
“Evana, I’m sorry. Believe me.” He hurried to apologize. “I don’t recall…” he
offered for lack of a better word, “hitting…you.” He winced. “I’d never do
that.”

She smiled in
response to his fumbled explanation. “No, it’s not your fault,” she assured
him. “I just bit my lip. It was an accident.” She lifted on her toes to kiss
him.