Tequila Sunset (Last Call #4.5) (4 page)

The urge rode her hard, and she whimpered
and rocked forward a little. “She’s winning, I can’t -- I can’t
stop her --”

The heat of his mouth disappeared, and his
open hand landed on her ass in a painful slap. “Shh.” Then he
returned, licking and sucking, stroking her with skill and
determination.

Her head flew back and she cried out, torn
between conflicting needs. His tongue teasing at her clit might be
clever enough to wrench pleasure from her body, but the power
inside her was only impressed with the strength. The
domination.

The plea escaped her before she could stop
it. “Again.”

“
Shh.” He bit her, a quick
graze of teeth, and smacked her ass again. “Greedy.”

Arousal reached the point where pleasure
bordered pain. The magic escaped her grasp, twisting around him
even as she struggled to bring her power back under control.

But fighting was the wrong thing to do. This
time the vision slammed into both of them, forcing her breath from
her body as the vivid image formed behind her closed eyes. She
whimpered as she watched the Zack of her vision drag the drawer out
of her bedside table and spill its contents onto the floor.

In the vision his strong fingers closed
around the solid weight of her vibrator, and Iris fought a wave of
embarrassment as her magic showed Zack how she’d squirm if he
thrust it into her cunt, and how she’d beg if he worked it into her
ass.

His growl echoed in the room, and his
fingers tightened on her hips. “Are you doing that on purpose, just
to drive me insane?”

Iris closed her eyes and fought a shudder.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Zack, I can’t stop it --”

“
Why does it embarrass
you?”

“
Because you -- you’re
seeing --” She tried to control her panting breaths, but her entire
body ached with the need to relieve the twisting pleasure inside
her, the need to come. “Please, Zack, please… let me -- help me
--”

“
Anything you want.” He
bent his head as one hand slid down from her hip. Two fingers
grazed her cunt and then slid inside, curling and stroking. After
one more fierce growl, Zack closed his teeth on her ass.

She’d never come so hard before. Pleasure
slammed into her, weakening her knees and driving her to the bed.
Everything throbbed in time with the spikes of pleasure, and his
name left her lips again and again.

It was perfect bliss, and it was all because
of him.

He stopped only long enough to pull away and
flip her over onto her back. One of her feet hit the floor, but the
other leg wound up draped over Zack’s shoulder as he leaned over
her and thrust his fingers into her again. “One more time, Iris,
and I swear to God, I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t stand up
anymore.”

She curled her trembling fingers around the
quilt above her head and stared up at him as anticipation gripped
her. “I haven’t had a man inside me in seventy years, Zack.”

His eyes blazed, but a surprising smile
curved his lips. “Then it won’t take long, will it?”

The words drove a whimper from her, and this
time she didn’t even try to stop the magic as it spun its web
around them. She didn’t know what Zack saw, didn’t know whose
fantasy played out in his head.

And she didn’t care, because whatever it
was, he could handle it.

He could handle her.

They were locked in an embrace, his cock
deep inside her. They barely moved, were too busy staring into each
other’s eyes and whispering things he couldn’t make out but
understood anyway.

Then the mental image -- his fantasy --
faded, and Zack focused every bit of his attention on making Iris
whimper again, on making her arch off the bed and convulse under
him. “I’m going to fuck you, Iris. And when I’m done fucking you,
I’m going to make love to you.”

Iris moaned at the words and dug her head
back against the bed. She was tight around his fingers, so tight
that being inside her would be torture. Watching her was torture.
She begged with every movement, begged him to claim her.

It wasn’t the kind of temptation he could
resist for long, so he gritted his teeth and lowered his mouth to
her neck. “Do you want it now, sweetheart? Tell me what you
want.”

Her gaze snapped to his, and red eyes stared
up at him even as power prickled along his skin. Her voice was
nothing but a husky whisper, but he could sense her sudden fear.
“Do you still want me like this? Can you love a demon?”

She expected him to shy away, to say no. He
nipped her lower lip and kissed her softly. “You’re beautiful,
baby. Fucking gorgeous.”

When she bit him there was nothing soft
about it. Her teeth caught his lip and she hissed out a low,
desperate breath. “Fuck her. Fuck us. It’s been so long since I let
her out. She needs -- she needs --” A tiny hitching breath left
her, and he caught another flash of vision, this time tinged with
an edge of shame. Her fingers curved around the footboard, his hand
tangled in her hair as he rode her hard and out of control.

His cock twitched, and he groaned as he
pulled his fingers away. “I’ll give it to you now, Iris.” Zack
rolled away and came to his feet beside the bed. His boxers hit the
floor, and he gripped his shaft with a hand still slick from her
pussy. “On your knees.”

Her moan sounded both relieved and aroused.
She was a little clumsy as she crawled to her knees and reached for
the headboard.

Zack slipped onto the bed behind her and
teased her by rubbing against her ass. “I’m going to start slow.
Then, when you’re begging, I’ll ride you. Fast and hard.” He didn’t
know how long he could keep that up, but he’d waited too long to
screw things up now. Not when she was so close to being his.

“
Fast and hard,” she
echoed, her voice shaking. She arched her back and rocked into him
with a needy sound. “I want you so much.”

He leaned over her, his hands on either side
of hers, and slid into her with a slow, steady thrust. “Tell me
how. Why.”

“
I --” The word disappeared
in a low moan. Her body was every bit as tight as he’d imagined,
but she pushed back eagerly as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
She made a tiny little sound of pleasure, then twisted her head so
his lips rested against her cheek. “It’s because… because of the
way you look at me.”

Zack groaned against her skin and fought the
urge to pull back and plunge into her. “How do I look at you?”

“
Like you’ll never let
anything hurt me.”

“
I won’t.” He whispered the
words into her ear and then bit the lobe. “Nothing can touch you.
You’re mine.”

He felt her shiver underneath him. “You
don’t think it’s wrong for me to want these things. Everyone always
-- always told me --”

“
It’s who I am, Iris.” He
straightened and gripped her hip with one hand. The other he
twisted slowly into her silky hair. “Does this feel wrong?” He
yanked her back to meet one quick, rough thrust.

Her back arched as she cried
out, answering his question without saying a word. “That’s right,”
he whispered. “It feels
right
. This is who I am, baby. How I was
made.”

“
I want you like this.” Her voice
shook, heavy with pleasure and a raw desperation. “I
need
you like
this.”

“
Damn straight you do.” Her
submission threatened his already brittle control. Zack rubbed his
hand up her back and forced himself to rock gently as he growled,
“Say it again.”

“
Need you, Zack. Need --” A gasp,
and her body clenched around him. “Oh God,
God
it’s too good…”

It was all too much. The feel and scent of
her overwhelmed him, and he plunged into her again. She screamed
this time, something that sounded like his name, and his next
thrust drove her down to the bed. He set a hard pace, fast and
demanding, knowing her need would answer his own.

And it did. The back of her head slammed
into his shoulder. The grip of her body around his cock grew
impossibly tighter, but even that wasn’t as hot as the breathless,
panting way she whispered his name before she fell apart underneath
him, all desperate noise and absolute surrender.

Her orgasm spurred his own. Wet heat rippled
around his cock, and her cries of fulfillment echoed in his ears.
He thrust harder, slamming into her, his teeth scoring her skin as
she dragged him down into an abyss of pleasure.

She was still trembling when he finally
stilled, her soft whimpers filling the room and mingling with the
sound of their frantically beating hearts. “Zack…” His name sounded
hoarse and unsteady, but full of such satisfaction it sent a rush
of warmth through him.

Mine.
He’d taken her, claimed her; there
could be no doubt about that. “Are you all right?” He didn’t
move.

“
Yes.” She turned just
enough to rub her cheek against his jaw. “You can’t hurt me by
mistake. I’m one of the weaker demons, but I’m still…
sturdy.”

Zack smiled as he nuzzled her face and neck.
“I didn’t necessarily mean physically.”

“
You’re the one who found
out that the sweet, shy social worker next door wants you to tie
her up and do dirty, wrong things to her sometimes.” The light,
sleepy tone of voice couldn’t hide the same tense shame that had
plagued her from the moment he’d set foot in her
apartment.

“
Mmhmm.” He rolled
carefully to his side and kissed her shoulder. “I’m also the one
who thinks those dirty, wrong things… aren’t.”

She turned her head and rested her cheek
against her arm, and her eyes drifted open. “I was raised in a
different time. And as a human. I don’t think I’ve adjusted to the
changes in the world as well as people like Leo.”

Zack kept his arm draped over her, his hand
tracing sweeping figure-eights on her back. “Is that your way of
explaining that, even though you’re a demon, you’re something of a
prude?”

Color rose in her cheeks. “Maybe. But it’s
not just that. Everything moves so fast now. The computers and all
of the technology… sometimes I drive them crazy at work because I
can barely access my files.”

His chest ached for her, for the confusion
that must come with watching the world spin crazily around you.
“Starting to feel the years, baby?”

“
I think I just need time
to catch my breath.” The corner of her mouth lifted in a tiny, shy
little smile. “Leo kept trying to give me money. I had to take it
at first, but I wanted to learn how to take care of myself. I was
mostly doing it, too, until you came along and started feeding
me.”

The soft bow of her lower lip beckoned, and
Zack kissed her quickly. “Uh-uh. You’ve been feeding me. I just
bought the stuff.”

“
I liked eating dinner with
you.” The color in her cheeks deepened as she lifted a hand and
brushed her fingers lightly over his lips. “You wouldn’t believe
the things I wanted to do every time you came over
here.”

“
I think I would.” He
tapped his temple with one finger. “I got the gist in those mental
pictures you were sending me. And let me just say…” He grinned
slowly, letting every bit of his approval show. “I’ll get right on
all of it.”

That earned him a smile, an honest one this
time. “My bed’s not very comfortable, and the fridge is empty. If
you wanted…” A tiny pause, but she seemed more nervous than ashamed
now. “Maybe we could go over to your place? I could make us
something to eat, and maybe… maybe stay the night?”

In
his
bed. Zack nipped at her lip and laughed.
“Get some clothes on. Hell, I’ll even make sure the hallway’s clear
if you want to dash over there naked.”

Iris sat up with a sleepy laugh and moved
toward the edge of the bed. “No, I don’t think so. I have a
nightgown, but you’ll probably laugh at it. I… bought it a long
time ago.”

“
All I care about is what’s
under it.” He rolled to his feet and looked for his
pants.

Her feet whispered against the cool hardwood
floors as she moved toward the bedroom door. “I’ll be right back.
Or I can meet you over there in a few minutes, if you want.”

“
I’ll wait for you
outside.” He let his gaze roam her naked body and cursed the
arousal that threatened again. If he stayed longer, he’d bend her
over the bed again. “Uh… yeah. Or at my place. In a few
minutes.”

She paused and glanced at him over her
shoulder, another of those wicked little smiles curling her lips.
“I won’t take long.”

Zack clenched his hands around his pants and
yanked them on. He didn’t bother to find his shirt or shoes, just
dug his keys out of his pocket and dashed down the hall.