WickedBeast (18 page)

“Kelly,” he said softly. But there was nothing else he could
add to that. Nothing he could contribute as she opened her body and gave him
this erotic gift. It was a pure gift. She was experiencing pleasure, but she
knew she would have it anyway without lifting a finger to entice him. Hell, all
she had to do was look at him and he wanted to fuck her.

Here she was giving him an amazing visual, and the woman was
doing it for him. Momentarily he was afraid he was drooling. At least his mouth
wasn’t hanging open panting. Between his legs his cock was slick with his
response to her. He could feel the hot lubricant dripping down his balls then
her fingers disappeared into her body.

Cord dropped to his knees beside her, clutching the couch.
He was behind her foot that rested on the floor, his view completely
unobstructed as she slowly fucked herself. He could see the liquid pleasure.
Hear it as she pulled in and out. Watch her body drip as pretty fingers
invaded.

Her fingers pulled out of her body and her hand extended to
him. “Give me your hand,” she requested softly.

Cord had little control of his response as he placed his
hand in hers.

“Give me two fingers. I want to feel you, but let me be in
control. Please,” Kelly asked.

His eyes shot up to hers as he realized what she was asking.
His smile was dark. “Anything you need, Wind Witch, as long as it’s me and
you.”

She grasped his fist, two fingers extended. Slowly she
guided him to her entrance. He let her control the movements as she rubbed his
digits through the soft petals of her center, coating him with her pleasure.
Then she drew him down to her opening and slowly pressed his fingers into her
body.

Kelly arched in pleasure as he entered her. He let her push
him into her. He was in her body and it felt so good. Her hips jerked but she
was enjoying herself too much to go fast. Pulling him out slowly, Kelly moaned
in harsh delight as she pushed him deep into her body. Slight pressure told him
she wanted him to twist there. He did.

Her other hand went to her clit, circling as she directed
his fingers into her. Cord leaned down and nudged her fingers off that bundle
of nerves to replace it with his tongue. That wicked muscle strummed her as she
slowly released his fist. Cord continued the motions, his fingers screwing into
her with a twist as he pushed deep.

Kelly was stretched out beneath him, moaning as his fingers
delved into her sweet body. His mouth on her as she trembled with each thrust
and it wasn’t enough. She was feeding him power with every movement but he was
about to lose control and mount her. Fucking her brains out was something he
couldn’t do this night.

His head lifted from her as he watched her carefully. Both
his fingers pulled out of her as she thrashed beneath him. Turning his hand
slightly, Cord slowly pushed his thumb into her body, his forefinger gently
stroked the sensitive skin between ass and cunt. Her body jerked and pressed
down on his fingers. She didn’t pull away.

Focusing his attention on introducing her to new sensations
controlled the magic flowing between them. The power increased with her
excitement, but he could control it, drink all of it with the ravenous appetite
of his kind. He could not afford to let her drive him to lose control, and she
almost had.

His thumb pulled out of her cunt as his forefinger circled
the pink of her lower opening. There was no question of lubricant. She was wet
with her excitement, dripping down to the shy entrance he caressed now.

Looking up in to her wide eyes, he took control. “Breathe,”
he directed in a deep growl as his thumb entered her. His forefinger easily
breached that lower clench. She jerked but then her response shot up to white
hot as he held her with his eyes.

“That’s a good girl.” He fed her approval as she panted
through the new sensations.

Her bottom clenched around the invader, her hips lifted off
the couch as she froze. Looking into her eyes, Cord let her see the savage in
him. Holding her gaze with unblinking demand, he pushed both fingers into her
in a slow invasion.

“Breathe. Yes, little Wind Witch,” he answered the question
in her eyes. “Mine,” he confirmed for her. His hands slowly pulled out and
pushed back in. “Every pretty inch of you is mine.”

Kelly’s mouth dropped open as she panted through the barrage
of emotions and sensations. Fear had flashed through her at his first touch,
but it had only added another addictive shade to the fire of need he’d built in
her. Her reaction to his demanding statements struggled to gain her attention.
It was difficult for them to scream louder than the roaring heat consuming her
from her invaded body.

His eyes devoured her surrender as she relaxed into new the
sensation. “That’s right,” Cord approved softly. “Enjoy every bit of this. Fear
has no place between us.”

Fucking both ass and cunt with demanding fingers, he watched
her closely. As her body accepted his invasion, she couldn’t hide her
excitement from him. He wouldn’t allow it. Her body burned for him, for this,
and only then did he release her gaze.

His head dropped to her clit and there was nothing but the
sensations he was giving her. Sucking her sensitive nerves into his mouth, his
thick thumb pushed into her cunt and two fingers stretched her ass. Fire shot
through the shattering pleasure, racking her with its power.

The fingers pushing into her body became firm instruments of
pleasure and torment. His mouth on her clit grew ravenous, and pleasure drew
power from the torment. Sensations battled for supremacy and Kelly lost her
soul to them.

That was the push she needed, Kelly’s body clamped down on
him and she flew apart, coming hard on his inserted fingers as he continued
sucking her clit.

She’d never felt such a mix of intense sensations. The
emotional surrender as he took her body added so much to it, sweeping her to a
new high. Her body continued shaking as the contractions tapered off. His hands
no longer in her, his mouth gently licking over shuddering folds as she slowly
drifted back into reality.

Kelly squeezed her eyes shut and tried to figure out what
just happened. It was difficult to sort out as his tongue swirled over her in
lazy strokes. Everything had changed. She had changed, and he’d known she
would. That’s what he’d been warning her about earlier. The sensations were so
intensely different from anything else. There was no comparison.

He had been in complete control. She hadn’t been afraid
because of that control. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all. There were no
trappings to it, no make-believe or pretend. It was raw power exchange between
them. And it was as addictive as he had warned her it would be. She wanted
more.

Kelly slid her elbows beneath her to prop herself up and
looked down at the male between her legs. His head lifted, large hands were
splayed on her inner thighs though he didn’t have to hold her open. As his head
came up to meet her gaze, he reminded her of a lion—large, beautiful and so
dangerous that it almost hurt to look at him.

Their eyes held in silence for a few seconds then he prowled
up her body on all fours, and again she could see the beast. No, he wasn’t
human. He’d told her that over and over, now she was beginning to understand.
He knew exactly what they had done, where he had taken her and there was no
regret in smoldering gray eyes.

“I’m proud of you,” he said into her ear as his body lowered
onto hers.

“Proud? Somehow I wasn’t expecting that word,” she said as
he nuzzled down her neck. His arms pressed into the cushions to wrap around her
body as if he had to hold her closer than he could get by lying on her with his
massive weight. Kelly’s arms circled his shoulders as her fingers absently
stroked through his hair.

“You used the spice of fear to add to the return of
pleasure,” he said into her flesh. “I can feel you working through the
experience and still there is no regret in the air around you.”

“It was nothing like I expected,” she admitted.

“There was no way to tell you that. You had to experience it
to know,” he said.

“Is it always that intense?”

His head lifted from her neck as he smiled into her eyes.
“Again, baby, that was just the taste of how good it can be. Someday, when no
one’s listening, you’ll understand what I’m talking about. But until then,
trust me.”

“Is there any question that I trust you?” she wanted to
know, returning his smile.

Cord raised his brows with a slight smile. “I’m proud of
you, baby. But we have a long way to go. I need your trust to be unconditional.
There might come a time when it looks like I am the monster the world has named
dragon. That will be correct, but I need you to know it doesn’t apply to you.
You and Minuet will always be the focus of my protection at all costs.”

Cord watched her face soften and he knew she was about to
deny that he could ever be a monster. It was pointless to argue with her, he
was being a monster at this moment. Explaining to her what she needed to know
without including any information that gave her power over him. She could
control him even to the point of making him do something he knew was wrong for
the greater good. For her, he would do anything. She didn’t know it.

Telling her how to kill a dragon had been a deliberate risk.
Trusting her with that information would make her believe he told her
everything. He hadn’t realized what he was doing until it was already done. The
internal beast would always be a calculating bastard, subconsciously looking
for an advantage in every situation. He was a predator. He had told the truth
about her trust but omitted the part about his trust.

Could a soulless being trust another? He had trusted his
maker and look how much she had concealed from him. That was the root of his
struggle. Kelly had never given him a reason to doubt her, but then nor had the
other Wind Witch.

Aware of his weight, Cord pulled her up with him as he sat
so he could lie down with her on top.

Kelly let him move them, following his lead. As he lay
beneath her, she relaxed across his body, her head sinking to his shoulder.

“Will you ever trust me?”

Her question shocked him. He hadn’t expected her to read him
so well. “Your skill at reading the air has improved, little one.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“It’s not your fault,” he told her quietly.

“I know that. I suspect it’s my predecessor, were you
lovers?”

“Never. She was like a mother. She withheld so much from me.
She couldn’t bring herself to tell me the real plan. There has to be a reason
she didn’t trust me.”

“Perhaps it wasn’t a matter of not trusting you.”

“How can you say that? Her secret plan stripped you of
choices. I was created this way. You were a free individual before I arrived.”

Kelly lifted her head to look him in the eye. “If she had
told you the complete plan, she would have removed your choices. How can you
not see that? By not telling you what she hoped you would do, she gave you free
will. I think she invested all her trust in you, not just enough to believe you
would follow the plan.”

Cord gazed up at the ceiling and felt a winter wind blow
across his body then incredible warmth as her words rattled around in his head.
The female logic was making a strange kind of sense. If Kelly was right, the
deception he felt was all in his head. There was a big
if
in front of
that statement, it bothered him.

“That’s an interesting train of thought,” he murmured
cautiously. “Instead of hiding things from me she was trying to give me a
future?”

“Silly dragon, what else would it be? By not telling you
about me she took an incredible risk, leaving the future totally up to you. And
I’m guessing here, but I’d bet the part about killing the witches when they
reappear was cooked up by you three dragons. It’s predator thinking. I almost
said male thinking but it goes beyond that. Am I right?”

“Sorta.” Cord reached up and rubbed his jaw as he thought
back on the events that happened so long ago.

The six of them had been together when the witches revealed
their plan for destroying the dragons, and that he, Harrison and Legion had
been created for this event. They were the hope of the future, and the witches
had actually asked if they’d choose to take the mission. At the time, he hadn’t
paid attention to specific wording. The situation around them had become
critical to bring them to that point. There was no safe place, nowhere to hide.
In that atmosphere, destroying the world had made perfect sense.

“It was a chaotic time at the end,” he said quietly.
“Knowing they were planning to destroy the world was an incredible burden. If
even a whisper of it had gotten out, it would not have worked. Obviously we
were desperate.”

“Think about it,” she said.

“Go to sleep, baby girl.”

“Aren’t you taking me up to bed?” Kelly wanted to know, her
voice showing how tired she was.

“In a minute. Relax.”

“I have to ask. Don’t you feel sexual excitement like the
rest of us do? I mean, after all of that and you want to go to sleep? Doesn’t
this,” she rubbed her belly across his hard shaft, “bother you at all?”

“I’ve never been something else, so no idea if what I feel
is the same,” he lied. “This isn’t a problem to concern yourself with. It is my
concern.”

“Are you telling me it doesn’t matter to you?” Kelly wanted
to know carefully.

“Matters a great deal to me, however, I take my
responsibilities much more seriously than my wants. And I do want you, baby,
but for me to come, you have to be capable of shielding or consuming a great
deal of power. Someday you’ll be able to, but not tonight.”

“So the answer is sort of?” Kelly asked, puzzled at the
contradiction he seemed to be. Fierce and so sexy it rolled off him in a fog
when he walked by, how could he be casual about sexuality?