Wuthering Frights (33 page)

All alone with an enraged Loki, a creature created by Hades, the god of the Netherworld, and in his own image, Knight was a soldier by all accounts and well trained in the art of combat, committed to destroy and win. Nearly two feet taller than I, and much larger in both breadth and
brawn
, (well, triple my size where the girth of his chest was concerned), my magic was utterly useless against him. In essence, I was about as threatening as a little butterfly. I felt myself instinctively avoiding him, trying to seek shelter in the warmth and the light of the Denali. Knight gripped me by my upper arms and jerked me forward, slamming the door behind me. I jumped at the loud sound and felt my heartbeat racing through me, every fiber of my being on high awareness.

"Why are we stopping here?" I asked, my voice teetering with my own anxiety. I was tense and I couldn't hide it. Knight's eyes narrowed and bored into mine with heated fury.

"Why? Are you scared, Dulcie?" he asked. Suddenly, his mask of anger lifted and he smiled, but it was a smile that said he was enjoying every ounce of my disquietude.

I gulped down my trepidation, but refused to respond.

"Are you afraid I'm going to hurt you?" he persisted, leaning into me until less than two inches separated us. I forced myself not to break his eye contact, straining to hold my own ground. "Kind of like the way you hurt me?" he continued and then shook his head, forcing his face up close and personal with mine. Now no space existed between us and I could feel the kiss of his breath against my mouth. "No, kind of like the way you devastated me?"

He pulled back as I shook my head and opened my mouth, about to deny everything again, while begging him to believe me, to allow me to prove my innocence. Apparently disconcerted at where the conversation was headed, he gripped my cheeks between his large fingers, forcing my mouth into a fish kiss expression. He released my cheeks, his hand then finding purchase around my neck as he pressed me against the Denali, forcing the back of my head against the glass.

"Please don't hurt me," I whispered, honestly frightened by his wild expression.

He just stared at me for a second or two.  His eyes began to glow, that same glow that said I was his and always would be. In that moment, I realized that Knight was as much in love with me now as he always had been.

"Knight," I said softly, my heart breaking for both of us. If he would just listen to me, just put aside his anger and injured pride, maybe we could get somewhere. "Please just let me explain. I can make you understand how wrong you are about everything."

"No," he said and slammed his hand against the door beside my head, dropping his face so I couldn't see the glow of his eyes. He clenched his eyes shut tightly, trying to compel the radiance of his gaze to subside, trying to force himself to believe that I wasn't the woman he thought I was.

When he looked up at me again, the glow disappeared from his eyes. He shifted my hair, half of which had fallen into my face, behind my neck, his fingertips brushing against my skin. I couldn't help remembering how those same fingers once touched me so tenderly, exploring my body in the most loving and gentle manner. I knew my eyes were wide with fright, my body still on high alert, but he just stared at me, appearing hesitant in whatever he was planning to do to me. He rested his hand against my collarbone as he honed in on my neck, his eyes narrowing. I glanced down and saw the line of golden blood that trailed from the gash at the bottom of my neck, the blood disappearing into my cleavage. Apparently Baron had sliced my skin when he threatened me with my dagger. The bastard.

Knight shook his head and took a deep breath as he reached forward and ran the pad of his thumb over the cut, healing it instantly. It was one of his many Loki abilities. "Fuck me for still caring," he whispered and sighed as his eyes found mine.

Before I could respond, he gripped the back of my neck, wrenching me forward. A single breath later and his mouth was on mine as he snagged a fistful of my hair at the nape of my neck almost painfully. His kiss was hard and impulsive, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he pushed his body against mine. It was as if he were trying to devour me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, regardless if I wanted it or not. And although I loved his kiss, and loved him, this wasn't how I wanted him. Not with all this unresolved anger and baggage between us.

I tried to pull my head back to break the seal of our lips, but his fist at the nape of my neck held me firmly in place. Trying to extricate my body from his, I felt the cold steel of the Denali against my naked back as I turned my head to the side. He pulled away from me and I faced him, glaring at him all the while.  "I want you to stop," I said in a small voice, my eyes begging him to keep away from me.

"Why, Dulcie? Would it upset Bram?" he asked in a lascivious tone, his eyes dancing with ire. "Have you sworn loyalty to him, just like you did to me?" Then he shook his head and chuckled. "The poor, stupid son of a bitch."

I felt something inside me break at the thought that he actually believed there was something between Bram and me. "You know that's a lie."

He shook his head, but said nothing, his gaze traveling from my face down to my breasts. He stared at me unabashedly, as if wanting to make me as uncomfortable as possible. It was almost as though he wanted to make me feel like nothing more than a vehicle for his desire, rather than a person. I felt myself inhale deeply. "Please don't do this," I whispered
but I couldn't deny the fact that something was heating within me, something fueled by the expression in his eyes when they'd feasted on my cleavage
.

He brought his eyes, which were now alight with desire, up to mine and smiled, but it was a smile of victory. "You know you want me to."

I swallowed hard because I couldn't argue. It was true that I wanted his hands all over me, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth and his penis inside me, but I also knew now was not the right time nor the right place. Not when things weren't good between us. I dropped my gaze to the ground, angry with myself for my own duplicitous feelings. But Knight wasn't going to allow me to hide. Instead, he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him.

"Please," I said again, my voice
husky with desire
.

Saying nothing, he stared down at me and I was sure he realized I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me, to have him claim me again. I just watched him, my eyes wide as I tried to guess at his thoughts. He continued to stare at me, finally releasing my hair. When I thought he'd back away, he held his ground. I shrank beneath his rigorous gaze.

"Knight," I said, but lost my train of thought when he touched his index finger to my stomach and traced the waist of my yoga pants. While keeping his gaze fixed on mine, he looped his fingers beneath my pants and tugged, dragging them down my legs, exposing every inch of me, because I wasn’t wearing panties beneath them. He kneeled down until his hamstrings rested on his heels and he was exactly eye level with my navel. Of course, his eyes traveled downward, resting on the triangle between my legs. I tried to shimmy my hips away from him, but his hold on my pants was tight and he simply reached down, slipping my sneaker off and pulled one pant leg free. With my arms cuffed behind my back, I was helpless to stop him.

"Knight, please stop," I said again, realizing he was lapping up the sight of my nude body, his eyes transfixed. "This isn’t the right place for this," I started. "I don't want ..."

"You don't want me?" he asked, suddenly looking at me, but obviously not believing such was the case, because a smile turned up the corners of his mouth and his eyes were vibrant and alive. He knew I wanted him.

"I don't want to do this right now," I stammered, even as something inside me firmly planted its heels in the dirt, invalidating my words. No, the truth was that I wanted to feel him inside me now more than ever before. "Not when things are this bad between us," I added, my tone of voice so soft that it nearly disappeared on the slight breeze that wafted between us.

Knight chuckled acidly. "Things will never be good between us again, but that doesn't change the fact that I still want this." With that, he grabbed my
ass
, pulling me into him, until my lower body was maybe four inches from his face ... and his mouth.

I tried to step away from him, but didn't get far, considering he'd taken hold of my thigh with his vise-like grip. With my arms behind my back, I was basically his for the taking. He stood up and pushed me against the Denali again, studying me, his fingers now beneath my bra. "I don't want to do this," I
whispered, the tone of my voice in complete contradiction to my words
.

Knight didn't respond but gripped the cups of my bra and with the strength inherent in his species, simply tore it in half as I gasped out in shock. My breasts bounced with the attack as my heart thundered in my chest. Knight's eyes narrowed as he stared at me, watching my breathing shorten into shallow gasps. His eyes traveled down my face and rested on my bare breasts, my nipples alert and standing at attention. He brought his fingers to one of them and pinched it softly, rolling it between his fingers. I dropped my head back and moaned. I was helpless to his touch.

"Tell me you don't want it," he whispered, his breath causing goose bumps to dance across my skin. I didn't respond. "Tell me … you … don't ... want ... it," he demanded much more slowly, pronouncing every syllable of every word in a steely tone. Before I could stop him, I felt his fingers slip between my thighs. I jumped at the invasion as he started rubbing me in gentle circles. Then I threw my head back, unable to stifle another moan from escaping my lips, only this one was much louder.

"Open your eyes and look at me," he demanded, his fingers suddenly going still. I did and found him staring at me with a hungry gaze. "Funny that you say you don't want it," he said archly, "when you're soaking wet."

I couldn't respond because his fingers had resumed rubbing me back and forth, playing with me, torturing me, stealing my ability to form words. "Why," I started, but when he increased the pressure on my sensitive nub, I had to fight the need to arch against him. "Why are you doing this?" I breathed out finally, insisting my logical side regain control.

He chuckled at that. "Why am I doing this?" he repeated, shaking his head as the smile dropped right off his lips. "I'm doing this because I can." And then he thrust his fingers inside me as if to prove his point. There was no warning, no warming me up with one finger and then adding another. He simply forced his fingers in me and I could feel myself growing wetter. I was on the brink of an orgasm as he pulled his fingers out and rammed them back into me again, nothing tender about it. I screamed and clenched my eyes shut as I felt myself give in to the tremors that were starting to quake inside me.

"Come on, Dulcie," Knight taunted me. "Show me what you're feeling."

And so I let go. I allowed my hips to gyrate against him as I threw my head back and let the orgasm seize me. Allowing it to take hold of me, I screamed until my voice was hoarse. A few crows squawked their protest and flapped away from the tree they'd been resting on, but I was elsewhere. When I opened my eyes, I found Knight's glowing. This time, he did nothing to conceal them. He pulled his fingers out of me and dropped to his knees, grabbing me by the
ass
as he brought my pelvis forward. He glanced up at me, his expression daring me to stop him and then buried his face between my thighs, lifting my leg up slightly and dropping it over his shoulder so he could slip his tongue deep inside me. I started to whimper with pleasure, my hips undulating as another orgasm gripped me and caused my legs to shake uncontrollably.

My knees were becoming the consistency of jelly, and when I felt like they were going to buckle, he lifted me against the Denali and I wrapped them snugly around his middle. Balancing me against the SUV, he reached down and unzipped his pants, staring at me as he freed himself and rubbed his hardness against me, sighing at the wetness he was about to enter.

"Tell me," he demanded, his lips tight. "Tell me again that you don't want this."

He gripped each of my thighs, spreading me wide. Teasingly, he entered me with the very tip of his penis. I felt myself stretching to accommodate him, preparing for his entry.