Savage Bond (The Fallen) (14 page)

He tucked the vidstick in a side pocket of his pants as her knees hit the side of the bed and she turned. He was close. He inhaled deeply, dragging the scent of her skin deep inside him.  She smelled of the smoke from their fire and the outdoors, and beneath that, woman.

Because that attraction and trust was not going to be enough. Not against a Fallen angel determined to bind her body and soul. He'd tell her what to do, give her commands. He'd do it because he was going to keep her safe and get her home, but she'd still resent his orders. And she wouldn't have a choice. Once they'd bonded, she'd be
his
.

This first time was going to have to be quick, too.  For her, he wanted to be the lover she needed, but time was a luxury they didn't have.

"You're all mine now," he said. He'd seen firsthand the sensual games some of his fellow Fallen played. Dom and sub. Erotic games. His Ria was too independent for those kinds of games and they were out of time. Not now. Maybe not ever. She didn't take orders.

But she would now. He was going to make sure of that.

He was going to touch her.

Hell, she was going to touch him. Never mind that this was a really bad idea.

He was all big, tough warrior as he came towards her, as if she was a battle he needed to win. Heat shot through her as she watched him come. He pulled off his shirt with quick, efficient movements and she fought the urge to move towards him. God, he was beautiful. His body was big and hard, the sharp planes of his stomach where the golden skin disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants drew her eye. He was disciplined. Honed by battles she couldn't begin to imagine. And the thick erection pressing against the front of his pants reassured her. She wasn't alone in this unfamiliar maelstrom of desire. Vkhin was there, with her.

"Come here," she whispered, stretching her arms up towards him.

His head turned away from her for a moment, eying the empty fireplace on the other side of the room. "I wish," he began and then stopped. "I can't make a fire for you," he said fiercely. "The smoke would give us away immediately and we need all the time we can buy, but I don't want you to be cold."

 "I'm okay," she said and she was. She was nervous and aroused, but she wouldn't be afraid, she told herself. They were being hunted, but Vkhin would never allow anyone to hurt her. She wanted to take care of herself, even if the danger made her a bundle of nerves, but she appreciated the extra security. Loved how feminine and cherished it made her feel. She'd never felt cherished. As if someone wanted to take care of her not because she needed it but because he wanted to do that for her. A gift.

"Lay back." His guttural command had her panties dampening. "Do it," he ordered when she hesitated.

She did as he ordered, the sound of her body shifting on his leather jacket unbearably loud in the stillness of the room. When he got closer, she could smell the smoke and sage scent of the man, clean and hard and undeniable.

Need blazed through her. This was going to work. Everything was going to be all right. Maybe, they'd get through this and everything would be fine. Maybe, she wouldn't walk away from his bed with a broken heart.

He came down over her. Not touching her yet, just caging her between the bed he'd made for her and his body. Those broad shoulders blocked out the room.

"We don't have much time, do we?" she asked because she wanted him naked, but she understood that wasn't going to happen.

"No," he agreed softly. One powerful forearm came down beside her head. There was a flash of metal as he set a knife to one side where he could palm the blade quickly. "We don't. But I'm going to make this good for you," he promised.

He didn't need to make her that vow. She knew this would be good with him. She wanted him, wanted him inside her so she could take him deep and hard and make this part of him hers. Their relationship would be a temporary thing, just long enough to get them over the wall and back to M City, so she pushed that regret out of her head. She'd have him now and that was going to have to be enough.

"No," she countered, reaching up for him. "I'm going to make this good for you."

"Make?" His eyes flared and he leaned down into her. "No one makes me do anything, baby. Not for millennia."

"Too bad," she challenged, because she wasn't going to let him dominate her. Not here, not in their temporary bed. If she did, she sensed she'd lose him. She'd meet him face-to-face, as equals. Whatever he gave, she'd give. "Right now, I'm thinking you're all mine."

She slid a hand down his chest. His skin jumped beneath her touch, but his eyes never left her face. He just froze, like an animal facing the unknown. "You're going to like this," she whispered. "I promise. Okay?"

Heat flared between them, as sensations slammed into her, and, oh God, she wasn't cold any more. Her hand wrapped around him through his pants. That hard length pressed into her flesh and she wanted more. Finding his zipper, she got it open and then there was nothing between her palm and him. Just the slick, heated length of him sliding against her skin.

Anticipation swept through her. He'd fought battles. He'd killed to do the right thing. And now he held himself above her, motionless. Waiting for her touch, her command. So she reached out to him. Just one curious stroke of her finger, sliding down that slick length. Soft and gentle, she explored him, teasing the soft, vulnerable skin. No rhythm. She just touched where she wanted, where he was unfamiliar. Soft and slow. Pleasure filled her, a powerful sense of connection.

"Let me," she whispered. She wasn't sure what she was asking for. Permission to touch, to take. For him to lower those barriers he kept up against the world. Spreading her fingers, she stroked around him, expanding her horizons. Letting him fill her up.

What she got was pleasure surging through her as he groaned, shoving that part of him against her hand. Demanding more.

Leaning up, she licked his nipple. The erection in her hand thickened, lengthening. His sexy growl warned her he was done playing, but she couldn't lose this connection with him. All she had was this handful of stolen minutes and she wanted every one of those seconds.

"I'm not done with you." Would she ever be done? She could feel the tension building in him, warning her that he was fighting for control and that it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge.  His hands tangled in her hair, holding her tight. His mouth brushed against her hair, his thumb stroking her cheek.

She got her hand wrapped around him more tightly and squeezed gently, a long, luscious movement that took her hand from the tip to the base. She wanted to cover every inch of him, stroke until he was pushing himself into her palm, coming in fast, hard strokes. She'd fantasized about having him like that, watching him while he came just for her.

"That's enough," he growled. His head came down, his mouth covering hers. Hard and dominant, his wicked kiss stole her breath away. He tasted of sage and male, of something wild and untamed and impossibly addictive. She'd been kissed before, but none of those other lovers came close to measuring up. She'd never forget this first real taste of him, his fingers fisting in her hair as he stroked his tongue inside her mouth, that part of him warning her what was coming next.

Thank God.

His lips parted her, opening her up further for his exploration. His tongue drove inside her mouth again. And each stroke drover her higher, until all she could think of was this male holding her. Kissing her.

"Vkhin," she whispered.

Pulling away from his mouth, she slid down beneath him before he could stop her. The hand she'd wrapped around his erection squeezed gently and found his zipper.  His hips bucked as she slid his pants out of the way, shoving his erection into her hand just like she fantasized. Harder. Silently demanding more. Good. She wanted all of him, wanted to taste this part of him as well. Her clit was swollen and hard and she wanted to ride him, rub herself against him, because he could make her feel so good.

"I want to taste you," she warned. Above her, he groaned and she drank in the dark sound. She wanted to explore all the dark pieces and parts. Learn him inside and out. For now, though, she sucked just the tip of him into her mouth and held him there. Heated and wet, her tongue explored the lush underside, teasing the nerves hidden beneath the flared head.

He muttered an indistinct curse and she looked up, sliding her mouth down his erection again. The connection slammed into her.

He yanked her up, ripping off her panties as he parted her thighs. She was wet and open and aching.

"I'm touching you," he warned.  "How brave are you now?"

"God, please." She couldn't take much more of this, didn't want to wait when all they had was this handful of stolen minutes. She couldn't keep him, had to let him go back to the world where he belonged but, right now, he was all
hers
. Every raw, demanding inch of him was
hers
. She slid her fingers along the heated length of him, wanting him to feel like she was feeling. Needy and urgent. Empty.

 His fingers, blunt and hard, parted the saturated folds of her pussy. Just the tips. Just like before. "God, more, Vkhin." She rocked forward, sliding herself against his fingers. Pleasure speared through her. "Give me more."

"Yes," he growled.

The large blunt tip of him was at her needy opening. Pushing in. Hard. Heated. Determined. His fingers petted her clit, desperately. Making her wetter, making her ease for him.

He pushed slowly inside her and, God, she took him. Sweet, feminine heat surrounded him, her slick passage clenching down on him. "Bond with me."

 "Yes," she growled.  "I'll bond with you." He pressed forward, sinking deeper into her and she arched up into his hold.

"Ask for your favor," he growled. He nipped at her lower lip with his teeth. Marking her as if he couldn't help himself and he wanted her to know she belonged to him. Was hungry for
her
.

Something flashed in his eyes, but her arms were reaching up, locking around his neck and pulling him towards her. "Get my pictures out," she said. "Get my pictures out. I want that vidstick on my desk in M City."

He froze, his body stilling. "You should be careful what you ask for, baby."

He drove into her again, cupping her ass in his hands so he could lift her up, find that sweet, hidden spot inside her. "Done."

He drove himself deeper and harder into her, pushing them both towards the edge as his hands tightened on hers, her fingers curling around his. Rode the final explosion of pleasure as the orgasm tore them both, the bonding marks spiraling into existence around their wrist with each heated clench, thick black strokes of ink telling the whole world that he and she had themselves a deal.

Vkhin got up and off Ria, dropping a quick, hard kiss onto her forehead as he got dressed. He wasn't facing this bare-assed, not with the army they had coming after them. He regretted the need to get going, but things weren't going to slow down just because he wanted more time to hold her.

She followed his lead, dressing rapidly, and his regret grew as she covered up her skin. He wanted to spend hours touching and kissing her skin, learning her, but he was out of time for the first time in millennia. "You think it worked?" she asked.

As the first shock wave of pain slammed into him, he knew had his answer. He was Changing and, yeah, it was going to suck. He passed her the shotgun so she'd have something between her and any rogue who got to the party early. "Anyone comes through that door, you shoot first. Ask questions later."

His skin crawled, his nerves howling in revolt. Yeah, it had worked. He wasn't surprised. He'd known what he felt for her.  He loved her and he wanted those wings for her.

Still, he hadn't been prepared for the magnitude of the pain. He was going down for the count, no way around it, and if the rogues caught up with them before he finished here, the fight wouldn't end well for either of them.

Christ
. The word hissed out from between his lips, more prayer than curse as he staggered, bracing his hand first on the wall and then on his knee. The pain bent him over and proceeded to tap dance on his nerves.