Part 41 (2/2)
”You just have to know the right ones to ask.” He smiled and lazily stroked her back with his eyes still closed. ”You still gonna treat me this nice when I'm out of apex?”
”No,” she snapped and laughed, making her voice approximate the Bonpo master's. ”That is not the right question. The question should be...”
She ran her fingers through his hair, nuzzled his forehead, and kissed him there, opening his third eye so she could tell him more secrets and pour sensual images into his mind.
”Oh, yeah, you know me,” he said on a shudder as she sent a wickedly delicious request into his senses. ”Or a daylight-inspired V-point?” He laughed as she nipped his shoulder. ”Maybe later. I like your idea better.”
”Good, 'cause you don't need permission to enter.” She breathed in deeply, inhaling hard against his neck, and then trailed her nose across his collarbone, loving how his tremors always released the fading hint of apex that she was surely going to miss until his next phase. ”Standing invitation.”
He flipped her on her back and pinned her, nudging her head to the side with his jaw so he could study her jugular. ”Uhmmph, uhmmph, uhmmph... you gonna make me act a fool up in here today, girl.”
”Like you already haven't?” She laughed deep and s.e.xy.
”Yeah, but that was last night... do my best work when its dark, but might have to pull out all the stops this morning, if you keep making wicked mental suggestions like you just did.” He suckled the tender side of her neck.
”It's broad daylight,” she whispered with a sly grin. ”And turn on your silver.”
”You sure you want me to do that, or you wanna go au naturel?” He kissed her forehead. ”Just once?”
”With you, there is no, just once,' and you're packing too much heat-and you know it.” She laughed as his smile widened and let her hands find the dip in his spine.
”Umm-hmmm...” he said, opening the window from across the room without moving to let in the ocean breeze. ”Can't blame a brother for trying. But if the lady wants da silver to help her relax... hey.”
”Yes... the lady wants the silver,” she murmured, warming under his attention.
”Just remind me when I get real close. I don't think I wanna turn it on just yet. I like the way you feel without it.” He breathed her in and shuddered as his hands slipped under her backside.
”Turn it on,” she whispered without resistance, and then gasped as his lips slowly found her breast. ”Okay,” she finally breathed, ”but how close?”He chuckled and rounded her taut nipple with his tongue. ”When I'm falling.”
She laughed and tried to push him away. ”That's too d.a.m.ned close.”
”I know, but it makes things exciting.” He found her other breast and paid it tender attention.
”You like living on the edge, don't you?” Her murmur was so conflicted and what he was doing felt so good that she closed her eyes.
”No,” he said in a hot breath, sending ripples of pleasure into her navel. ”I like living over the edge... with you. Tumbling...
falling... out of my mind,” he whispered kissing down her abdomen on each word, saving the last one to send as a heat-laden sensation against her mound. ”Ain't nothing like it,” he added, claiming her bud.
She arched, unable to respond with anything coherent beyond a moan.
”You know,” he whispered, his voice low-rolling thunder vibrations against the soft folds of her, ”since we're synced up... the next time you go into phase, I'll be in apex.”
She nodded as the crown of her head dug deeper into the pillow. ”I know... no silver, then, all right?”
He stopped what he was doing and set his chin on her belly, then smiled as she looked at him with a pained expression. ”You serious? Is that a deal?”
She laughed and tried to sit up, but he blanketed her and found her neck.
”Stop messing with my mind, Carlos.”
”I wasn't. I was messing with your body.”
She closed her eyes. ”Then why'd you stop,” she whispered hard into his ear. ”I was right there.”
”Hmmm... because I thought I heard a tender offer. Maybe a sweet promise. Must be losing my touch,” he said, his smile fading slightly as he entered her slowly and closed his eyes.
”You haven't lost anything,” she said between a gasp and a moan. ”What you've gained drives me crazy. Oh... G.o.d... You smell fantastic.” She dragged her nose up the side of his throat and teased his tattoo with her tongue until it lit in her mouth, coaxing his hips into a deeper thrust. ”If you pull out, I'll make the other one light up, too... if you want.”
”No, baby... just don't stop...” he said between his teeth, throwing his head back with his eyes closed as he moved against her with more force. ”It's already lit real, real good... you have no idea how d.a.m.ned good.” He dropped his burning forehead to hers. ”Mali, it's always so good.”
She moved her hips in a lazy circle, dipping away from his slow thrusts. ”Then you gonna stop messing with my mind?”
”You win this round,” he murmured against her hair, and increased his grip around her waist. ”But I ain't never gonna stop messin' with your mind... oh, baby, if it makes you do that... right there, oh, G.o.d... like that,” he said in a rush, wincing from pleasure as she brought him into her harder.
”You, Carlos Rivera, are a dangerous combination of things,” she whispered on a quiet gasp as he nipped her neck and poised a pa.s.sion-length fang over her jugular sweet spot.
”I love the way you say my name when I'm inside you, corazon.” He gently knocked her jaw back with his.
”You still worry me, though... got a lotta bad boy still in you.” ”Yeah... you bring it out and that's who I am, baby. Somewhat reformed but not completely recovered. Can you live with that?”
he whispered hard against her throat, lowering himself to fully enter her before he bit her.
She arched and found his jugular sweet spot. ”Yeah, oh, yeah... Car... los... I think I can live with that.”
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THE FORSAKEN COMING IN JULY
To beg her husband to relent was futile. His rage knew no bounds. Lilith stared at his large black glistening hooves as she huddled on the searing floor of his pit and waited for the stomping to begin again.
”You allowed my son to be baited to his death by a Neteru! My son?” he bellowed, causing a thunderous wind to sweep across her exposed vertebrae and ignite them in flames. Vermin that had nested in her hair squeaked at the violation of their feast. ”They took Dante's head, Lilith! His head by an Isis, which means that even I cannot raise him from the Sea of Perpetual Agony!”
She wailed from the excruciating pain and dissolved into sobs without tears, her will to survive fractured. His litany had been a monthlong refrain with each tail lash. The beast would not be appeased this time. In her mind she begged for him to turn her body over to the Harpies.
”The Harpies shall not have you, for you have taken my greatest source of torture pleasure from me-Dante!”
She covered her head with a remaining arm and immediately felt it ripped from her body; the dull thud of flesh striking the wall converged with the convulsions that jerked her limbless torso.
”Husband, please. I swear to you-”
”That you had been f.u.c.king my firstborn son for years was of no consequence to me. I enjoyed watching. That you would try to create another through a stolen half-vampire-half-Neteru embryo, I found delightful, sensually ruthless... I wanted to see what it would become; the experiment was intriguing. But you failed.”
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