Wicked Christmas Eve (3 page)

He shoved in deep and halted behind her. “Do you understand me?”

Megan shook her head and tried to clear the fog. “Yes, Cyrus. Please. You’re going to make me come again.”

He must have liked that idea as he thrust with more fervor than before. Megan whimpered and gritted her teeth against the onslaught. She couldn’t hold back on her own much longer.

Cyrus must have sensed everything she felt. He swore behind her. “Come again then, girl. Now.”

The barked order sent her violently over the edge. Hard shudders shook her body as he too came, jerking inside her. His fingers at her hips dug in with brutal force as both their climaxes seemed to go on forever.

By the time she stopped coming, her body had gone limp with exhaustion. She vaguely heard murmurs around her that sounded in awe of the show she and Cyrus had managed to put on. The normal heat of embarrassment did not make its way through the darkness washing over her. Black spots hovered in her vision until she closed her eyes and succumbed.

Sometime later she opened her eyes and realized that Cyrus had untied her and was now massaging her wrists and arms. When he realized she was awake, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to a nearby couch. He sank down into the plush cushions and cradled her on his lap.

“That was quite incredible, Megan Walker. I didn’t think you had it in you.

“How long was I—” She struggled to sit but Cyrus merely pushed her back down.

“You need more rest.”

“Wait. You said my last name. You know who I am.”

“Of course I know who you are. Believe it or not, I don’t fuck strangers.”

Embarrassment heated her neck and face. Oh. Dear. God. What had she done?

“Relax, my pet. Your secret is safe with me. I’m not about to tell anyone about your secret sex life.”

Megan turned her head into his chest and hid her face. She couldn’t even do an anonymous one-night stand right.

“On one condition,” he continued.

She jerked in his arms. “What? You’re going to blackmail me?” A hot flood of anger cleared away the last of the euphoria that had clouded her judgment.

“What are you doing for New Year’s Eve?”

Her head shot up and locked gazes with his. A not-so-subtle smile played across his lips. The air whooshed from her lungs.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me. We didn’t even get to these yet.” He held up a pair of nipple clamps with tiny bells on the end.

Her mind reeled with the implications. He didn’t want to reveal her secrets; he wanted to spend more time with her. Megan thought about it for two seconds more before she lowered her gaze and dipped her head.

“Your wish is my command, Master.”

The End

Author Bio

Eliza Gayle lives a life full of sexy shapeshifters, blood boiling vamps and a dark desire for bondage…until she steps away from her computer and has to tend to her family.

She graduated Magna Cum Laude (which her husband translated into something very naughty) from college with a dual degree in Human Resource Management and Sociology. That education, a love of the metaphysical, and a dirty mind comes in handy when she sits down to create new characters and worlds. The trick is getting her to sit still.